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[moonmunson]

hello my old heart

a/n: wally clark has invaded my brain space and i cannot seem to rid him from my mind his himbo charms have seduced me. just in my mind this is set in the late '90s, but mr. martin isn't evil. none of the other kids are really mentioned by name, but this would be a few years after charley's death. as always i'm writing with a plus sized!reader in mind but anyone can read it.

summary: struggling with becoming comfortable in death, wally has made himself your new buddy.

cw: general angst and sadness over being dead, wally is a sweetheart who just wants to help. hurt/comfort with a sweet ending and a little bit of kissing. gn!reader, theatre kid x jock

wc: 2.1k

You think you’ve been dead for a little over a week. It’s hard to tell - time moves so differently here. It feels like static on the skin, the way the TV screen feels fuzzy when you touch it after it's been turned off. You haven’t spoken much, and the other dead kids don’t expect you to for a while. They’ve all told you that everyone reacts differently to their death, that there’s no right or wrong way to cope. 

You’re worried that if you open your mouth, it’ll be difficult to stop crying. Or screaming, or both. So you sit quietly in the circle in the gymnasium, listening as Mr. Martin leads the support group meeting. You’re appreciative of his trying to get you to open up, but you’re only capable of responding in nods and shrugs. When it’s over, you go to make your way back to the auditorium. It might be weird to some, considering you died there, but it’s still the place you feel the safest.

A few steps out of the gym, you hear pounding footsteps coming up next to you. It’s Wally, because of course it is. He’s dubbed himself your ‘Unofficial death guide.’ He’s the sweetest, and you wish you could actively participate in conversation with him. 

“You goin’ back to the auditorium?” When he talks, you have to crane your head to the right and all the way up because he’s so fucking tall. You nod, and he parrots it. 

“I don’t know how you can go back to that place. I couldn’t even look at the football field for like a week after I died.” Even when you don’t respond, Wally keeps going. “I also don’t know how you stand sharing a space with Mina. She's, like, totally scary.” He makes a face then, pinched up, like he’s imagining being trapped in a room with the other, objectively more aggressive theatre ghost.

It makes you giggle. Like, audibly giggle. Wally’s eyes widen, surprised that he was able to get a noise out of you. He laughs in return, a breathless exhale. He’s clearly proud of himself. 

“I have got to get you to do that again.” You shake your head no, even though the smile hasn’t left your face. “I’m serious, I have got to hear that laugh again!” 

When you round the corner near the front office, you stop in your tracks, the smile on your face quickly fading. Your mom and dad are there, holding a box with everything that was in your locker. It’s a weird feeling. You hadn’t forgotten you were dead, obviously, but everything had felt very up in the air.

Like the moment before a show starts - everyone sitting in the audience, the curtain still down to block the view of actors taking their places. Like limbo. Seeing your parents, their tear stricken faces, that makes it feel real. Too real. The sharp breath you take in alerts Wally to the fact that something is wrong, and he follows your gaze to the two adults standing at the front desk. 

“Oh shit, are those your parents?” Wally asks, his voice taking a softer tone. He has a volume control problem, everyone knows it, and you’re appreciative that he’s quieted down for this.

You nod, a small jerk of your head. He brings a tentative hand up to your shoulder, and when you don’t move away, he places it more firmly. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am. Do you wanna go up and see them?” 

You don’t answer, you just walk away. Wally calls after you, but doesn’t follow. 

The auditorium truly is your safe space. You were never brave enough to actually perform anything, though your teacher had begged you to. She’d heard you singing to yourself one day, and asked why you’d never auditioned for anything. You’d just deflected and said the stage fright would make you freeze. She’d been understanding, but encouraged you to think about auditioning for the show this year. 

You were a senior, it’d been your last opportunity to be in the spotlight, but by the time auditions came around you’d chickened out. The hidden disappointment on your teacher’s face wasn’t so hidden, but she made sure you had your usual spot on the tech and run crew portion of the show.

You died a few weeks later, tripping off of the stage while setting up a set piece and breaking your neck falling into the orchestra pit. Like a sick fucking joke. 

Now, you sit in the audience, gazing at the stage. It’s still blocked off by crime tape. The show for the end of the year has been effectively cancelled on account of your dying. ‘Postponed indefinitely’ is the term the overhead announcements had used, but you all knew what that actually meant. It just wasn’t gonna happen. 

You mostly just feel numb. Obviously your death isn’t something you could ever prepare for, and just like every other ghost in the building, your life had been unfairly cut short. Just like everyone else, you’d had plans for the rest of your life. None of them solid or reliable, but you’d had some idea of what you wanted your life to look like. A well paying job that you genuinely enjoyed, maybe a husband or wife and a few kids. All of that is gone now. 

Your parents in the front office felt like a kick to the gut, salt in the wound. The look on your mom’s face, the way your dad was cradling the box of your things like if he held tight to it enough it would bring you back.. it was too much to bear.

And Wally, sweet, kind, Wally. He’s been trying really hard with you, and you can’t even work up the nerve to say something to him. To thank him for being there for you, or answer any of the many questions or jokes he throws your way. 

You don’t even realize the tears are streaming down your face until they drip onto your hands in your lap. Once you feel the first one, the rest fall in quick succession and before you know it, you’re audibly sobbing in the empty theatre. It’s almost embarrassing, the way your cries echo because of the acoustics. 

Wally comes in quietly, and sits down next to you. You’ve been too preoccupied to notice anything other than your tears, heavy and streaking down your cheeks. He doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He’s warm, and when you grab the front of his sweatshirt, he holds you tighter.

It takes a while for you to calm down - you’d been holding everything in for too long - you were bound to bubble over and explode at some point. When you feel yourself come back to your body, Wally is still holding you. He’s stroking your head and whispering comforts to you. You don’t deserve him, you think.

He’s still rubbing your back when you pull away to look at him, but you’re distracted by the wet spot on his sweatshirt - the light grey darkened by your tears. 

“Oh,” you whisper, your voice cracking from how long it’s been since you’ve spoken, “I’m sorry.”

Wally’s eyes widen, not prepared for you to start talking, and he jumps to console you. “Woah, hey, don’t even worry about it. This ratty old thing? I’ve been wearing it for like, almost twenty years.” He giggles a bit, continuing, “I honestly think this is the closest this thing has been to a washing machine even longer than that, so. No sweat, promise.”

You nod, thanking him. 

“Are you, like…” he trails off, not sure how to ask you if you’re okay. It’s a silly question, he knows that. “I remember the first time I saw my parents after I died. There was a vigil on the football field like a week after it happened. Everyone was there, and they were all crying and it was so weird. I didn’t feel dead yet, like I hadn’t accepted that it really happened.”

“That must’ve been really hard for you, Wally. I’m really sorry.” Your eyes meet, and he shrugs.

He smiles, a sad, nostalgic thing. He can’t tell you it’s okay, because it’s not. Instead, he goes to hold your hand. “I promise it will get better. It just takes some time. It’s gonna suck for a while, but we’re all here for you. I’m here for you.” His thumb rubs circles on the top or your hand, and you smile up at him. 

“Thanks, Wally. I really appreciate it.” Your interconnected hands are grounding you. It’s the first time you’ve felt a semblance of peace since you died. “Do you mind if we sit here for a little bit? It’s quiet, I don’t want to leave yet.” He nods, and the two of you just sit there.

Just like Wally said it would, it gets easier.

You start going to more of the meetings with Mr. Martin, and you actually start participating. It was weird at first - you thought people would make a big deal out of your finding your voice again, but they just smiled, proud of your growth. Wally has been your biggest cheerleader, but they’re all really supportive. Even Rhonda, though she still sports her gloomy demeanor. 

When they fix up the stage and clear the crime scene tape, the school holds your vigil there. Wally is right there with you in the audience, holding your hand while your parents speak. Your theatre teacher speaks too, and talks highly of you. Your brightness, the passion you had for theatre. When she says you had a beautiful voice, that you could’ve been somebody, she directs it at your parents. They agree, it seems. 

There are still days where it's really hard. You retreat back into your shell, refusing to leave the auditorium or speak to anyone. Wally's patience with you is endless, and when you allow him to stay with you, he spends all day cracking jokes to help you feel better.

One day, instead of letting you isolate yourself, he drags you out onto the football field to get some sun. "We don't really need vitamin D anymore, but I really think it'll help. C'mon, the sun on your skin? Wind in your hair? Can't beat that, babe." He leads you out onto the field - one hand clasped in yours and the other holding a backpack.

The pet names are a new thing, but you don't mind it. He'd slipped one day, called you sweetheart, and immediately backtracked and apologized profusely. All you could do was laugh and call him cute.

"Where did you even get that?" you giggle, following him to a spot under a tree near the edge of the field. "Did you steal that from someone?"

He drops your hand to bring it to his own chest, offended at your assumption. "Me? Steal? I can't believe you'd think so lowly of me," he plops onto the grass, patting the spot next to him, "Yeah I totally stole it, emptied it out, and then filled it with a shit ton of snacks and drinks so we could have a picnic out here." He unzips the bag, pulling out at least ten different bags of chips and candy bars.

"This is really sweet, Wally," you can feel your face heat up, though hopefully it'll just look like it's because of the heat. "It's like a date, almost." His head shoots up to look at you, pink dusting his cheeks and ears.

"Y-yeah, if you want it to be. If you think you're ready for that kind of thing." He stutters, a nervous boyish thing. He's the sweetest person ever.

“I am, I think,” you nod while you’re talking, like you’ve made up your mind, “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” Wally ducks his head down, chin meeting his chest. He’s fully blushing now - it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen in a long time. 

“C’mere,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and maneuvering your body so your back is pressed up against his chest, head resting in the space between his head and shoulder, “is this okay?” 

You turn your head to try and look at him, and he angles his towards you. His face is inches from yours, and if you had a heartbeat, it’d be beating wildly right now. You can almost feel it, the pitter patter of it in your chest. Your hand comes up to cradle his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the space under his eye. You nod, and move in to kiss him. 

His lips are so soft, and the way they move in conjunction with yours provides much needed relief. You stay like that for a few minutes, and when you’re done, he rests his forehead against yours. Eyes closed, feeling the gentle breeze sweeping up the hill you’re sitting on. You never had anything like this when you were still alive, the easy conversation and back and forth banter. He’s your new safe space. You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re with him. 

“This is perfect.”

a/n: wally clark is actually so special to me and when i think about him for too long i get very emotional. my shayla. i wrote this in the span of like a day and a half so if there are any mistakes i'm sorry LMAO

if you liked this story, please like and reblog!! it'd mean the world to me, even if you just drop a silly comment. i want to write more for wally because he desperately needs more stories on here.

[gummiix]

I feel like when I’m a grandpa or the grandpa uncle and I’ll be in that chair rockin up there going on about “kids these days never have true fun…. Never play true games…. Hoho…. You need to go back to the times of pure, raw, heart & soul in the gaming industry….” and it’s just me and mario galaxy

[fictionalmenxyn]

✬𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲✬

Pairing: dad!rafe x mom!thorton!reader

Baby is a girl, her name is Riley, she’s three months old, (if you see two months old, my bad, it’s supposed to be three)

Warnings: language (one word)

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Today was the first day of your girls weekend. It was only a one of your friend’s boats. Not too far away, since this was your first full weekend away from Rafe and Riley.

Rafe was currently on the couch, Riley in her bouncer. Content and happy. The occasional blabber or smacking of her gummy mouth, Rafe would look over, checking on her.

He was waiting for his wingmen to arrive, Topper and Kelce. The golf tournament started today, so he called them over to come watch it. Since he couldn’t exactly go out to the country club to go watch it. It wouldn’t exactly be the place for a three month old to go to.

When he heard the knock on the front door. He smiled softly walking over and licking Riley up. He spoke “that’ll be your uncles, baby.”

He walked over to the foyer with her in his arms. She tried grabbing for hair, like she would with you. But Rafe chuckled “baby, I haven’t got hair like mama, and I think I’m very grateful for it…”

He opened the door, greeted by his two friends. Kelce holding a case of beers while Topper held a grocery bag of formal. Rafe had texted Topper to ask your mom to have some of the formula at their place as he forgot to ask you to give some milk for the weekend.

He greeted the two, Rafe took the grocery bag. While Topper took his niece into his arms “hey, sweetheart! You miss uncle Top?? I bet ya did, huh?” He gently blew raspberries into her cheek. Causing her to squeal and giggle.

Topper placed Riley into her pack and play. While Rafe put away the formula and put the spare beers in the fridge. Holding three as he walked back into the living room. He handed the two, the guys thanking him as he took a seat on the couch.

Riley squealing and patting her hands in the mesh of the pack & play. The boys chuckling at the sight. She then smushed her face against the mesh. Her chubby cheek getting squished. Rafe leaned over, still sitting on the couch. He gently poked her cheek through the mesh “you being a silly girl in front of the boys, baby? Tryna make them laugh?” Her response was her attempt to clap. The boys all clapping, trying to encourage her. Rafe praised “smart girl! Get that from your mama, huh?”

Kelce joked “of course she does, Y/n’s the smart one in the relationship.” Topper laughed as Rafe playfully shot a quick glare at him. Knowing it wasn’t an actual statement.

As time moved on, Kelce now had Riley on his lap. He was holding the remote. He felt Riley’s small fingers grip onto his hand. Tugging his hand towards her open mouth, he chuckled “I don’t think so, Riles, don’t think your daddy would be happy with you drooling over the tv remote.” Rafe looked over. He smirked, playfully calling out to Riley as if she knew she was in the conversation “hey missy! Don’t you go eating the remote, momma’s milk and formula tastes better than plastic!” The guys laughed.

Riley was now lying on Topper’s chest. Topper was laying on the end of the L shaped couch. Riley started to become fussy. Her baby smacks hitting Topper’s chest, not really hurting him. Topper chuckled “someone’s getting fussy, huh?”

Rafe looked at his Rolex “it’s feeding time, hand her over.” Topper lifted her up. Making an aeroplane noise causing her to smile at her uncle.

Rafe held her as he walked over to the kitchen and started to prepare the formula. He gently bounced her as they waited. He booped her nose “you’re so cute, ya know that?” He asked as if she could answer him. She just shoved her fist into her mouth. Causing him to chuckle “let’s not eat your hand, Riles… milk tastes nicer than flesh… I hope at least..”

Once the bottle was warmed up and prepped. He took them back into the living room. Handing Riley over to Topper, since he was more experienced and confident to feed and burp Riley. Kelce was also to sucked into the golf on tv. Rafe handed the bottle over to Topper “check if it’s too hot or not.”

Topper took the lid off and dabbed some milk onto his hand. He cursed “ah fuck, still hot.” He soon felt a dull whack to the side of the head. Topper asked “what’s that for?!” Rafe answered “for swearing in front of my daughter, idiot.” Topper remarked “she’s three months old, man! She ain’t gonna know what it means…” Rafe replied “so? If I get a smack from your sister cause I accidentally swore, you get one from me, simple.” Topper rolled his eyes. Rafe responded “take it up with your sister, dude, not my issue.”

Rafe sat back down after cooling the bottle. Handing it back to Topper. As Top fed Riley. Rafe would take occasional sips of his beer, resting the bottom of the bottle on his thigh. Watching the golf on the tv that was mounted to the wall. Occasionally glancing over to Topper and his daughter.

Once Top had fed and burped Riley. He held her out to Rafe “all yours, man.” Rafe took Riley into his arms. Putting the beer bottle onto the coffee table.

He stood up, taking her behind the couch. A little further from the two gossiping and the sound of the tv. She could sleep through anything, but that’s after she’s fallen asleep. If it’s loud as they try to get her to sleep, it won’t work.

He glanced back and forth between Riley and the tv as he rocked her in his arms for a little while. The he moved her onto his one arm. Practically curling his own child in his forearm. Her cheek squished between his inner-elbow. He knows she falls asleep in this position. Rafe always would joke about how his biceps could magically help her fall asleep.

Once she was fast asleep. He held her to his chest. Walking over and sitting on the edge of the couch, then leaning back, practically laying down. He gently pressed a kiss to her temple “sweet dreams, girly.” He rubbed her back subconsciously. What he’d always done with you.

Topper took a quick and sneaky photo of Rafe with Riley. Sending it to you with a text below ‘one person love golf, the other doesn’t. Can u tell who’s who?? 😂’

It’s been around an hour, when Riley started to stir. Rafe cooed “ohh there she is… back in the real world, eh?” He pressed two kisses to the top of her head. He smiled softly at his little girl “hey sweetheart.” She tilted her head back a little. Following the sound of his deep voice. Her piercing blue eyes, one of Rafe’s doings, look up at him. He smirked softly “there you are, pretty girl, look at you moving your head.” He gently placed his palm on the back of her head.

His thumb gently brushing the top of her head. He feels his phone buzz, someone’s calling him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. Seeming ‘Y/n/n ❤️’ pop up, he quickly answered. “Hey, babe, having fun?”

You replied “yeah, just got back onto the boat now, how’s it going over there?” He smiled “good, good… she’s just woke up from her nap.” You smiled “yeah? Good, glad to hear… how’re you? How’re the boys??” Rafe chuckled “how’d you know they’re over?? I’m doing good.” You laughed “cause Topper is being a good uncle and sending baby updates!”

Rafe smiled “yeah, yeah, hey! I’ve managed to feed all of us! Not just Riles…” you playfully gasped while mocking him “no way?! It’s almost as if you’re actually being an adult!” You could feel his eyes roll at the comment. There was a two second pause, he spoke “shut up..” you laughed “couldn’t think of anything to say? Aww poor Rafey…” he chuckled “you’re lucky I love you..” ��waa waa, you just suck and comebacks, but I love you too. I’m gonna go now, okay? Take care I’ll see you both Monday. Sending my love, give Riley extra kisses f’me. I love you!” He smiled “I love you too! Have fun and be safe!”

It’s now eight pm, and yes… Topper and Kelce are staying over for the night… maybe the weekend, but hey?! That’s alright… extra help isn’t bad.

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Learn to Take "No" for an Answer

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic)

Alastor was often a busy man, but he always managed to keep tabs on you. The moment your heart rate started to increase, he could feel it. He’d stopped what he was doing immediately and went off to find you. The moment he saw you surrounded by Sinners, with Vox at the center, he was ready to initiate a massacre. 

But instead, he watched as you held your own, not once swaying from your opinions. 

Once you tackled Vox to the ground, though, Alastor knew he needed to step in. He knew you could definitely hold your own for now, but you were not powerful enough to combat Vox if he retaliated. He only wished he’d been able to watch you stab that knife through Vox’s throat…

A few minutes earlier...

Humming to yourself, you skillfully sidestepped a bloody corpse on the sidewalk. Sometimes all you needed was a nice walk to clear your head. Today, the walk improved your mood immensely. The only thing that could make it better was if Alastor started one of his broadcasts. You knew it was unlikely to happen, but that didn't stop you from glancing up at the speakers above the streets in hopes they'd turn on.

You passed by the VoxTek TV display, pausing to watch the news highlights. Another turf war on the other side of the city, an ad for some sort of imp hitman business, clips from the latest episode of Hell’s Next Top Idol. Anything owned by VoxTek wasn’t allowed in the hotel, which meant you didn’t have access to all the media you would’ve liked. Sometimes, watching the TV display was the closest thing you got. 

“Like what you see?” A tall figure suddenly appeared behind you. The small group of Sinners who’d also crowded around the TV display suddenly burst into exclamations and talking.

Turning around, you found yourself looking up at Vox's flatscreen face, causing you to grimace. 

“Oh, come now, don’t be like that. I expected better from Alastor’s little pet.” Vox was grinning slyly, arms behind his back with authority. “I have a proposition for you, sweetheart.”

“If you’re here to ask me to watch Al for you, the answer is ‘no.’” Glaring, you attempted to find a way out of the crowd circling around you and Vox, but the wall of Sinners had increased, becoming impenetrable.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Of course not, hot stuff. I’m not an idiot. Alastor doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t,” you shrugged. “Regardless, I really should be on my way.”

Even with that statement, the crowd of Sinners didn’t move. They were all watching Vox, enamored with the scene playing out in front of you. As your heart rate increased, you could only hope that Alastor would notice. 

“We should talk some more, sweetheart. You’re such a handsome little thing.” One of Vox’s hands reached towards your face, caressing your cheek. “If you ditched that old-fashioned prick and came with me instead, I think you’d find yourself much better off.”

Clenching your jaw, you angled your face out of Vox’s grasp. “I'm doing just fine as I am right now, thanks.” You made your voice cold, desperately trying to get your disinterest across. 

“Don’t be so sure.” Vox raised an artificial eyebrow. “I could give you more than Alastor ever could. Join me, and you can become one of Hell’s most powerful Overlords.”

The talking from the surrounding crowd grew louder, people taking pictures and recording the confrontation. The idea that Vox just asked to share his power with some random Sinner was crazy to the rest of the public. It wouldn’t take very long for word to travel all throughout Hell. The idea of your face plastered across cell phones and TV screens across the city made you nervous. Not to mention, you’d have to report to Vox, and he was an asshole. 

“I'm not interested,” you ground out, keeping your back straight to feign confidence. 

Vox scoffed. “Playing hard to get, are we?” He was grinning. “You look so fucking hot when you’re pissed off.”

Silently, you were begging someone, anyone, to come and rescue you. You couldn’t guarantee that you could keep your composure much longer. “I’m not interested,” you repeated, just as sternly. 

“Aww, are you mad, sweetheart?” Vox cooed mockingly. “Upset your owner isn’t here to save you? If you came with me, you’d never have to worry about being on your own.”

In a flash, your hands twitched and a knife was suddenly being held to Vox’s throat. You’d tackled him to the ground, the sharp blade reflecting your bright eyes. His eyes were wide, clearly not expecting you to retaliate.

“Call me sweetheart again and I’ll castrate you, you flat-faced fuck.”

“Oh my!” A dark shadow appeared behind you, quickly followed by Alastor’s tall figure. Despite his smile, you could clearly see he was just as pissed as you were. “Darling, is Vox bothering you?”

“Not anymore.” You pressed the knife closer to his neck, allowing a few droplets of blood to slide down the knife before withdrawing. Licking the blood off the blade, you gave Vox a dark grin. “You taste like battery acid. No wonder no one wants you.”

Alastor laughed heartily. “How true! Come along, my dear! Charlie is probably wondering where we are.” Placing your arm in his, you allowed Alastor to escort you away from the now-silent crowd. 

“I fucking hate that guy,” you snarled once you’d gotten a few blocks away.

“A nuisance, surely,” Alastor agreed. “I must say, you handled that wonderfully. Quite an entertaining display.”

Smiling lightly, you found yourself flushed at the compliment. “It was nothing. He just needed to learn to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Chuckling, Alastor matched your smile. “I’m sure you got the point along just fine, dearest. And if he didn’t…” Alastor’s face darkened, smile turning sinister. Now it was your turn to laugh, and that was how you walked into the hotel, giggling at each other like a couple of teenage girls.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

my best friend.

masterlist requests word count: 3.7k (if this flops, i'll cry)

a/n: it's 3am right now, and i have to be up at 7:30, but here, have this. no seriously, if it flops, i will cry. yes, this is in fact me asking you to like it 😭. genre: fluff, childhood best friends to lovers. warnings: they kiss? literally nothing graphic lol. safe for everyone.

Wednesday, 18th of August, 2010. 3 years old.

Your mama has been a stay-at-home mother your whole life, but recently she has decided that she wants to return to work since you’re a little older, meaning that you need somewhere to go during the day, and that place was Infantil 1-3 años, and today is your first day. You had cried quite a lot when your mama had left you this morning, not really ever having been away from her much, but when you eventually realised that she wasn’t coming back any time soon, you plonked yourself down on a small chair in a quiet corner of the colourful classroom. 

For a while, you sat there watching. The kids here are quite noisy and a bit dirty, but the toys look fun, and so does the playground outside, there’s a big patch of grass where some kids are playing with a football, and some others playing tag. Maybe this place isn’t so bad.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a small hand waving across your line of vision, trying to get your attention. Your eyes follow the hand, up their arm, over their shoulder, and to their face. It was a little boy, he had a big smile and short brown hair.

“Hola!” he says cheerfully. “On són els teus amics (where are your friends)?” 

“Sóc nou, no en tinc (i’m new, i don’t have any).” you reply.

He then sticks his hand out to you, waiting for you to hold it.

“I’m Pau Cubarsí Paredes, and we’re best friends now.” he states simply as you link your small hands together. You smile a little, and nod. “Vale (okay). My name is Y/N.”

“Alright, Y/N, let’s go out and play.” he grins, hands still holding each other’s hands as you two run outside smiling. He brings you to where the big patch of grass is, he starts to join in, when someone calls out to him,

“Qui és, Pau (who is that, pau)?”

Pau smiles proudly and calls back to the boy, “This is my best friend, Y/N.”

Thursday, 10th of September, 2011. 4 years old.

After you and Pau whining and whining at your mothers’, tonight, you’re having a sleepover. You’re going to share a bed with Pau, which you weren’t too happy with to start off, but after Pau tells you that it’ll be alright, because then you can keep each other safe from the monsters, and it doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

When you finally arrived at Pau’s house, he was already outside in the back garden, playing with the football he got for his birthday in January. You both really like football, and actually, that’s kind of the whole reason for this sleepover in the first place. Tonight, FC Barcelona is playing Real Sociedad, and you’re gonna watch it together on TV. 

Pau’s mother takes your bag of things that your mother had packed for the night, and while the two women chat in the kitchen, you run outside to see Pau. “Pau!”

“Y/N!” he runs up and gives you a quick hug. “Do you wanna play?” “Of course, I want to play. Don’t be silly.” you giggle, and steal the ball off of him, shooting it into the invisible goal at the end of the garden, and running to give him a high five in celebration. 

It only feels like 10 minutes to you guys, but hours later, Pau’s mama calls you back inside for dinner and the game starts. You run in, wash your hands as required, take your plates and sit on the floor in front of the TV, just in time to see the teams walking out of the tunnel. 

Sadly, you guys aren’t allowed to watch the whole game as it runs too late for little kids like you, despite both of your protests that you’re ‘big kids’ now. However, you get sent up to bed anyway, with the promise of his parents telling you the final score in the morning. 

It feels a bit odd going to bed without your mama’s cuddles and your papa’s special song, but you don’t say anything and just let Gloria tuck you in next to Pau and kiss your forehead good night.

“Bona nit els meus petits amors, ens veiem al matí (good night my little loves, see you in the morning).” she says, and then quietly leaves the room and shuts the door behind her, leaving you and Pau alone.

You both lay in silence for a while, which only leaves you time to think about how much you miss your parents. “Pau?” “Yeah?” your bottom lip starts to wobble.

“I miss my mama and papa.” he panics, seeing you’re about to cry.

“Hey, don’t cry amiga, it’ll be okay. You have me. Do you want a cuddle with Monkey? He’s like… magic.” Pau tries to help, offering you his special monkey stuffie, his equivalent of those security blankets kids have. 

You shake your head and the first hot, fat tear slides down your cheek. Well now this is really out of Pau’s ballpark. He quickly scoots closer to you and wraps his small arms around your body. “Està bé (it’s okay).” he pulls you a bit closer and you snuggle into him. His cuddles always make you feel better, and vice versa.

“I love you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, and I’ll give you loads and loads of hugs until you stop crying.”

Monday, 21st of September, 2013.

Today is your first day of big school. In Spain, it’s called Primero (year 2/1st grade). Or that’s what your mama said anyway. You were so glad because Pau’s going too. It would be scary by yourself. The new school is very different from Infantil, it’s big and there are lots of older kids there too. As you walk through the gates, carrying backpacks that are practically bigger than the size of your small bodies, you start to walk towards where the lady in front of you is telling you to go, not letting go of each other’s hands a single time.

The new classroom is bigger, just like everything else here, but the teacher lady up the front seems nice enough. But unlike at Infantil, you don’t just put your bag on the hook and then go off and play until you get called in to eat, you put your bag in a cubby hole and then you have to go and sit at a table and wait for the teacher to start talking. It’s weird. You both want to go outside, but she says no. Hmph. 

The first thing you have to do is sit in a circle on the floor for “Talking Time,” where you have to say your name, how old you are, and something about yourself. Both being fairly shy around people that aren’t each other, you and Pau hold hands the whole time, even when one of you is speaking. Pau goes first and nervously starts talking, “Uh, hola, my name is Pau, I’m six, and my fact is that I really like football.” 

Then it’s your turn, you panic, but a squeeze of Pau’s hand brings you back down. “M-my name is Y/N, I’m six too, and my fact is that I always watch and play football with Pau.”

You nod your head proudly, and Pau smiles at you, the little girl starts to talk next to you, but neither of you is paying attention to her. You put Pau’s hand in your lap and draw invisible little pictures on his palm with your finger.

Then you have to sit back at the tables and are given a piece of paper and a pencil. On the piece of paper is your name, which apparently today, you’re learning how to write. 

You get a bit frustrated when Pau does better at it than you, but keep practising anyway.

“This is too hard.” you huff, trying again. Pau pats your hand and reassures you.

“It’s not ‘too’ hard, you just gotta do it again.” you huff and continue on.

After that, you have to start learning how to count. The class sits on the floor in a circle again, and in a chorus, repeats after the teacher. “Un, dos, tres, quatre, cinc (one, two, three, four, five)…” Pau decides he likes numbers more than letters, but you decide letters are better than numbers. Everyone has their strengths, right? 

After what feels like forever of counting to five, then six, then seven and so on, finally, your lunch break comes and you’re allowed outside again. You want to go and play football, but the kids here are a lot bigger and scarier, so you stay sitting close to each other in a corner of the playground. An older kid, from a few years above, in Tercero (year 4/3rd grade), calls out to you, teasingly. “Oi, is that little girl your girlfriendddddd?!” he grins. 

Pau and you frown, and hold hands a little tighter, “Girlfriend? No. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

Thursday, 24th of March, 2016. 9 years old.

“Come onnnnnn, Y/N. Por favor?” Pau whines, complaining as he just lost yet another 1v1 against you. 

“Nope. A loser’s a loser. No rematches.”

“What?! But I wasn’t ready!” he cries.

“Then why’d you say ‘Yeah, vale, go.’ when I asked if you were ready?”

“Uhhh…”

“Exactly. Now, I’m gonna go inside because it’s hot and your mama said she bought ice cream. Pau perks up at the mention of ice cream and is racing ahead of you to get there first.

“Hey! Wait for me!” you call, dashing after him. 

When you reach the kitchen, Pau is already sitting at one of the stools in front of the island, his mama scooping balls of ice cream into two bowls. She then goes into the pantry to get sprinkles but realises there’s only enough for one person. Pau is quick to call dibs but is then almost immediately scolded by his mother. “Pau, remember how we talked about being a gentleman? Let Y/N have them.” He mumbles and grumbles, but you shake your head.

“It’s okay Gloria, we can share. Right, Pau?” Pau’s face lights up again and he nods quickly. The woman laughs and puts a tiny amount of sprinkles over both bowls and pushes them across the counter so they’re in front of you. You both dig in quickly and a moments later, Pau speaks up again, mouth full,

“Thank you for sharing.” “That’s okay. I thought you might need something to cheer you up after I bet you so many times.” you tease, and he rolls his eyes at you bringing it up again.

“I told you it was because I wasn’t ready!” 

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, still smiling though, “Uh-huh, sure.”

Irene, Pau’s older sister walks in, being used to you two by now, she doesn’t even bat an eye at your bickering and teasing. Irene’s 4 years older than us, 13, she’s cool, but you aren’t particularly close to her as you two are quite different from each other. But she will ‘babysit’ you and Pau on occasion, so she’s chill. 

She scolds Pau for rocking on his chair, fixes his hair, gets a snack, huffs, and walks out again, as would any good older sister. 

After finishing your ice cream, it was down to the living room to mope around and complain about being hot while playing FIFA. Barcelona summers really are just too hot sometimes. Pau beats you in the first few games, but you then flip yourself so you’re not lying upside down on the couch, and you start playing better. You guys spend a few hours doing that before Pau chucks his controller down and sighs.

“I’m bored of this, and it’s too hot to go outside and play actual football. And mama says no football in the house. What do you wanna do?”

“Die? It’s too hot.” he snorts and tugs on your ponytail, “You’re so dramatic.”

“Am not. It’s like boiling. But seriously, I have no idea what we should do.” Pau slowly turns his head to look at you, the look in his eyes silently asking, ‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ to which you nod, and you both dash up the stairs, to Irene’s room, as she is now the unfortunate target of your boredom. 

Later that afternoon, Pau came to watch your football game against the female Real Betis youth team, he cheered loudly at every goal you scored, so loudly, that the parents around him started looking at him a bit funny, but one of the fathers there just laughed and told him his sister was very talented, but Pau was quick to correct him. 

“No, senyor. That’s my best friend, Y/N.” Monday, 8th of October, 2018. 11 years old.

It was a shock, but not surprising when two La Masia contracts were offered to you and Pau after a Barcelona scout had come to watch both of your games. Playing for the club you’ve always dreamed of debuting for? Hell yes. You couldn’t sign it fast enough. Well… you couldn't force your parents to sign it fast enough. And before you knew it, you were waving goodbye to your parents and siblings, and you were boarding the bus to Barcelona. 

The bus ride was about 2 and a half hours from Bescanó, but Pau fell asleep about 45 minutes in, his head lulling around to your shoulder. You don’t mind, and just watch him for a minute… noticing how cute he looked when he slept, how his hair looked nicer than usual… no. Stop. It’s Pau. Your best friend. You quickly look away again and force said thoughts out of your mind, just focusing on the excitement of finally arriving at your new home. 

After what felt like far too long, Pau wakes up again, but when he realises that you don’t know he’s awake, he just pretends, closing his eyes again and snuggling closer, acting like he’s still sound asleep. You glance down at him and smile softly, a little confused, but then go back to watching out the window.

Pau didn’t even know why he did it himself, for some reason, he just wanted to be closer to you than usual. He stays like that for the entirety of what’s left of the bus ride, thinking about how nice you smell and how warm your skin is… no. Stop. It’s Y/N. His best friend.

Thursday, 8th of November, 2018. 11 years old.

Now settled into your shared dorm at La Masia, you and Pau are having the time of your lives. Here, you can live, breathe and talk football pretty much whenever you want, your guy’s dream. Tonight, you’re both tired, having been at away games most of the day, and now you’ve eaten, you’re pretty smashed. 

(for reference, this is an actual la masia dorm, so imagine it here:)

Pau was awake on his phone, and you were reading, making the most of time before lights out, as always, when Pau spoke up from between the cabinet dividing your two beds. 

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” This wasn’t unusual for you two, as you both found comfort in sleeping in the same bed, ever since that first sleepover when you were four. 

“Vale. Just don’t flail around too much and snore.” you conceded, scooting closer to the wall so Pau could get in. He slips in beside you and you cuddle up to him, but continue reading. Eventually, you fall asleep, the book still in your hands. Pau gently slips it out of your hands, putting it on the shelf above you two and pulling you more into his arms, burying his face in your hair and closing his eyes. 

“She’s just my best friend. Stop.”

Friday, 27th of August, 2021. 14 years old.

“Pau, I swear to God if I find another one of your socks just loose in this room-” you threaten, throwing the sock at him as he lays on his bed, scrolling his phone. He rolls his eyes and laughs, chucking it back at you. 

“Fine, whatever, mama.”

“Hey, don’t hate on me for trying to not live in the filth of a teenage boy.” you chuckle, sitting down at the desk and starting on your homework. 

After about 30 minutes of comfortable silence, your phone pings, you check it passingly, but you do a double take, your eyes going wide as saucers and you jump out of your seat. Pau is immediately alert, also jumping up. “WHAT?!” 

“I GOT INVITED TO TRAIN WITH THE FEMENI FIRST TEAM!” you practically squeal, throwing your arms around him in a hug, still holding your phone in one hand.

“No way, amiga! That’s amazing!” Pau laughs, picking you up and spinning you around. You often forget how strong he actually is now, despite the, possibly unhealthy, amount of times you’ve admired his new biceps…

A few days later, you come back in the dorm door from your first first-team training, because of the different timings, Pau isn’t back yet, still in the recreation hall doing homework. You sigh and put your bag down, going into the small ensuite of the dorm and having a quick shower, as you’re standing at the sink brushing your teeth, you hear the digital door lock pincode being put in, and Pau’s call out, 

“Hola!” “Hola!” you call back, voice a little muffled by the mouthful of toothpaste.

You come out a few minutes later, allowing Pau to use the bathroom to shower after his own day of training. He comes out to grab his pyjamas with nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair still wet, that stupid, stupid, boyish smile on his face. You quickly look away.

“So how was training with the big girls, superestrella?” he asks, sincere, but slightly teasing. At the question, you’re immediately distracted from the sight in front of you and brought back to the memories of training earlier in the day. “It was amazing. I met Alexia Putellas. Alexia Putellas! Hell, I played with her, not just met her. They all seem so nice, Pau. I hardly wanted to leave.”

He chuckles at your excitement but gives you a “Good.” and ruffles your hair, heading back towards the ensuite to hang up his towel. 

Pau flops down on his bed and holds out his arms for you. Being freshly showered and no longer smelling like a locker room, you accept and lay down next to him. 

“Who would’ve thought, my best friend, playing with the Barca Femeni first team? I’m so proud of you, Y/N. Really.” he murmurs into your hair. “Te quiero.”

April 2023. 16 years old.

Today, Pau had had his first training with the first team, and you were waiting nervously in the dorm for him to get back and tell you how it was, and sure enough when he arrived back, he did.

In fact, it’s quite hard to shut him up. But you don’t mind. His voice is actually rather soothing. He got so animated talking about one of the drills he did where he got to work with someone, that he tripped over the leg of the chair of the desk and fell forwards, on top of you, putting you from your sitting position, to pinned underneath him. 

Your breath hitches, his face inches from yours. You stare at each other's lips for a moment before he mutters a quick apology and stands up again. You go bright red and murmur back a “You’re all good.” before rolling over and burying your face in your pillow after he’s walked away again. The dorm is dead quiet, the silence is tense and heated. “She’s my best friend…” Pau thinks, having no idea what was going on on the other side of the separator between the beds.“He’s my best friend…” you think.

“I don’t care.”

“I want him.”

Neither of you said anything aloud, but it’s safe to say that ‘Shameless’ by Camilla Cabello was certainly blasting in your AirPods tonight.

Saturday, 18th of January 2024. About to turn 17.

Tonight, Pau is making his senior team debut. Barca is playing against Unionistas de Salamanca in the Copa del Rey, and Pau has never felt so excited, yet so much like he could throw up at any moment. His parents, me, and Irene were all in the stands, and he couldn’t wait.

In the 46th minute, Pau gets subbed on for Andreas Christensen, jogging out into the pitch. You couldn’t help but chuckle when he got a yellow in the 70th minute, not at all surprised. 

Later that night, after the adrenaline had worn off a bit, you and Pau walked back into the dorm quietly, the rest of La Masia being asleep by now. Once the door is shut and locked again, you collapse into your desk chair, still grinning at him. You sit for a minute before standing up and moving to be in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. “Estic molt orgullós de tu (i’m so proud of you).” you murmur, looking into those beautiful eyes of his. He’s over 6 feet tall now, so you definitely have to look up, and he definitely has to look down. 

“Gràcies (thank you).” he murmurs back, also looking into your eyes, it’s silent for a moment before his neck starts craning towards you, and yours up, until finally, your lips meet in the middle. 

The kiss lasts a few seconds, just lips, no tongue or teeth, but the amount that it communicates is wild. Your hand creeps up from his neck to his hair, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer against him. When you finally pull away, you’re both a little breathless, but you grin at each other.

Friday, 29th of November, 2024. 17 years old. 

Tonight is Barca’s 125th-anniversary gala at the Gran Teatre del Liceu, you’re here with the Femeni team, and Pau’s here with the men’s team, but after the main, “formal” part of the event, everyone is taken off to an open hall with a bar and a few tables of food, music playing, coloured lights illuminating the room. 

You gravitate to Pau, who’s standing talking to Héctor Fort, Lamine Yamal and Pablo Gavi. He looks down to see you standing there, automatically wrapping an arm around your waist.

“So you’re the famous ‘roommate’ then, huh?” Lamine smiles teasingly at you. You chuckle, Pau laughs, and Héctor smiles expectantly.

Proudly, Pau’s grin only grows. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

[itsthatmff]

New Years Kiss w The OPM Men

Included: Genos, Saitama, Zombieman, Metal bat

Fem!reader

Happy New year guys! Writing the dialogues was so fun here ~ i hope you enjoy

Genos

Preparations during New year’s Eve were going perfectly. Saitama was expecting the usual guests, even Dr. Kuseno was coming over. So it was Genos’ Job to have everything perfectly set. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed that you couldn’t come and spend new year’s together since you had a busy PR schedule as a high ranked S-class heroine. But he respected it since he knew how important work was to you.

As the blonde set the table he watched King and Saitama play a round of those street fighter games they liked. Fubuki arrived with Bang and his Brother only a little later. Genos wasn’t that pleased to see Fubuki but he wouldn’t comment on it. As Dr. Kuseno finally arrived with some premium meat as a thank-you gift they began to have dinner together, reminiscing of the last time they sat together having hotpot. The TV displayed the new years countdown with 30 minutes left and even though the ghost town of City Z was pretty much a dead corner, you could hear fireworks already being fired in the distance.

Genos was a pretty quiet guy, but on this evening he was even quieter than usual, which surprised Dr. Kuseno among the others.

“Yeah don’t mind him, he’s scowling because he can’t spend new year’s with his girl.” Saitama mentioned to dr. Kuseno as he grabbed some good meat with his chopsticks.

Genos eyes widened as his sensei exposed him, “Saitama Sensei!” He called out, attempting to somehow justify himself.

The old man smiled at the small banter. He was proud to see genos, who he treated like a son, to have found something besides his thrive for revenge to hold dear, “Who knows, maybe there’s a surprise waiting for you Genos.”

A surprise? What an usual thing to say. Was dr. Kuseno giving him a riddle? Before he could further dwell on it King next to him snatched away the expensive Enoki mushroom that was in front of him.

“First come first serve.”, King muttered with a full mouth and shrugged. Genos felt like blasting this tight one room apartment to pieces. Everyone was going on his nerves.

With about 5 minutes left to the countdown and the table having been completely devoured, the fireworks multiplying in the sky, Fubuki pointed towards the home telephone that started ringing. “Someone’s calling.”, she said as she sipped on some soda.

Genos eyes narrowed, a call this late at night? It couldn’t be from the association since they wouldn’t call from the home telephone. His guard was up, preparing for any threat that could arise. “I shall take it.”, the blonde said as he set the dishes down.

With quick steps he went to grab the call, his metal hand gripping around the telephone. “State your name. What business do you have this late at night?” A thousand different names came to his mind, and none of them were pleasant.

“Come down quick- You have 3 minutes left!!” A female voice rang. He could recognize that tone anywhere. But it couldn’t be- What was his girlfriend doing Downstairs? You said you were busy with schedules.

“(Y/N)?” Your name glided through his lips in an unsure voice. Before you could even reply he hung up and ran down the stairs. You had come to see him. You really did. His brain was working overtime, unable to process the facts.

And indeed, there you were standing in the middle of the dim lit street in front of the shabby apartment building. You greeted him with a big smile. “Didn’t expect to see me?”

You had never seen him this surprised before. He simply shook his head. “No, I did not. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Yeah. I got invited to some flashy new year’s party. I sneaked outta there tho.”, you went to grab his cold metallic hand. “Was the dinner nice?”

His core felt like jumping out of his chest as he tightened his hand around yours. “Yes. You should come upstairs. I can make you something to eat.”, he muttered in a low voice, his eyes were glued to yours as golden fireworks sizzled in the dark sky.

You let out a short laugh, “And have the bunch bother and tease us? Hell no.” This was a special moment for you. You wanted to spend it preciously with him alone. With a glance at your phone you could see that there was one minute left. In the end you were able to slide into a new year together with your most loved one.

Genos felt the heat rise to his ears. What was this feeling? He tried to overplay it by just talking, “Dr. Kuseno brought some premium Meat. Unfortunately the others greedily devoured them leaving not a single piece aside.”

“15…14..13..” you counted down loudly as you listened to him talk. Why were you counting down?? Was there something he was missing out on?

He carried on, still looking into your eyes, “Especially Hellish blizzard was not shy of stuffing herself full. My facts still stand, she’s a she-devil-“

“..9…8…7..”, you continued to count down with a wide smirk on your face which only irritated him more.

He carefully spoke with a raised eyebrow, were you planning on attacking him? Did you want to train at this moment? “And king dared to take away my Enoki mushroom that I have saved for last. These people have no manners at all-“

“3..2..1! Times up!” You interrupted him as you suddenly pressed your lips onto his and Fireworks erupted in the background.

Genos eyes widened. A kiss of all things? He felt like melting right at that spot. With gentleness he went to hold the back of your head and kissed you back as his eyes closed.

So this was what a New years kiss meant.

Saitama

New Years Eve meant a bunch of sales at the supermarkets! Saitama didn’t really care for fireworks or big partying.

As he returned to his apartment though, he was surprised by you and Genos having decorated his small one room apartment. There were balloons on the ceiling and the round table was filled with snacks and whatnot.

“So y’all decided to throw a party without asking me first?” Saitama simply sighed as he set down the groceries.

“It was (Y/N)’s Idea Saitama Sensei.” Genos mentioned hoping that saitama would tolerate it more if genos mentioned your name.

“Who else did you guys invite hm?” , saitama asked as he took off his hero suit.

“Well..a party isn’t fun without enough guests.” You said with a smirk as you poured yourself a drink.

And thats how Saitama’s New years eve ended up being spent with 7 Other People in his tiny apartment. But the Food was good, the mood was great and so were the conversations. Saitama couldn’t complain.

After everyone finished eating and Genos went to clean the table, you slipped away from the others at a few minutes left on the countdown to watch the fireworks from the balcony.

Saitama quickly noticed your face missing and followed you to the balcony. This was better, at least you’d have some privacy here. You both leaned towards the railing and watched the sky.

“How did you like your own party?” Saitama asked you as he nudged your arm.

“It’s my first time Celebrating New Year’s like this.”, you replied as you looked towards your boyfriends face. “That firework over there looks like you. Egg shaped.” You pointed towards the oddly shaped firework with a laugh to loosen the tension. You wanted this night to be held with nice memories, not depressing ones.

“Hey- No It doesnt!” Saitama stubbornly responded and nudged your arm again. But his mind was still stuck towards your previous words. “It’s my first time as well. Celebrating New Year’s like this. Before that I was concerned about having no heater and loosing hair.” Saitama added and you could’ve sworn that he had moved a bit closer.

“You still have no heater. And You look through hair growth shampoos when you’re shopping.” You teased with a smirk and looked back towards the room, The TV showed that one minute was left on the counter, Somehow Bang and Bomb were playing shogi? You had no idea how that board appeared. King was watching Genos and Fubuki bickering with eachother. You finally felt like you belonged somewhere, even if it was in a state of mess.

“Hey- I’ll kick em out soon enough. You’re staying over tho right?” Saitama leaned into you and spoke a bit quieter.

“I don’t know. Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“On what you’ll do once the counter reaches zero.” You were getting what you wanted one way or the other.

Saitama gave you the most confused look. After a bit of pondering it finally came to him. 5 seconds left. “You can hit me if I’m wrong but..” He went to cover your eyes gently in case He really was wrong. He didn’t want to see your upset face.

With a deep breath he leaned in and went to kiss your lips. He had never been this gentle with you before. You didn’t know if it was your heart pounding or the Fireworks going off. You felt his warm hand on the bridge of your nose and your eyes. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like centuries. When he pulled away you could tell that he was a bit nervous. What if you hit him right this moment? Even though he didn’t need to worry about that since he was the strongest guy on earth. Even the universe probably.

Your face felt so warm that the January breeze was nothing in your skin.

“I’m staying over.”

Zombieman

Believe it or not Zombieman wasn’t a big fan of fireworks. It was way too loud and noisy for him. He’d rather be smoking or having a good meal during such an evening. But his mortal girlfriend had other ideas for New year’s Eve. You insisted on spending it together doing something meaningful. And what his darling wanted she would get.

You both had a late night Dinner at a steak house where Zombieman proceeded to tell you about different weapon models and his favorite cigarette brands.

“Between the Seven stars with charcoal filter and American spirit blacks I’d have to choose the Seven stars. American spirit blacks are when I’m really feeling it you know? They’re too precious to pop out during a fight.”

You loved listening to his rants, you really did. But you wanted more out of this date today. It was New Year’s Eve after all! “Any cigarettes that you’d like to smoke right now?” You asked him, trying to lure him out for a smoke break. There were a few minutes left till New year’s and you planned on watching the fireworks from here out through the wide panoramic window’s.

He looked at you a bit startled. He had not planned on smoking any during this date at all, thinking it might be disrespectful towards you. “None really. Why?”

“I know you want a sweet treat. Just say which ones.” You replied steadfast.

He thought for a bit. “American spirit blacks. They’re in my trenchcoat and this seems like a moment I can cherish.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” You said as you got up.

Zombieman really had no idea where you were going with this. “But we will miss out on the fireworks.” He said as he grabbed his coat and followed you out.

With an eyeroll you retorted, “We can watch them outside as well!”

And there he was, smoking a cigarette right outside of the Steakhouse. A situation he wanted to avoid for your sake. “You really are weird you know that?” Zombieman took a puff and looked up to the sky. He had to admit that the cigarette did make him feel more relaxed though.

Meanwhile you admired him smoking in his trench coat. Well you had to drag him outside. You didn’t want to kiss him with all those people watching. “Am I?”

Your words had him look down towards you, “What are you planning?” There wasn’t anger behind his tone but genuine intrigue.

“Kiss me in 10 seconds.” You didn’t care about being sleek anymore. There was no time left!

“What?”

“You heard me.”

This guy really couldn’t understand you. But if it was your wish then he’d comply. He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it with his boot before turning towards you. 10 seconds should have passed right about now. With that he leaned in and gave you a tender kiss.

Usually the taste of cigarettes on his mouth bothered you. But you didn’t care. before you could intensify the kiss he had pulled away to glance at the fireworks setting off.

A smug smile was plastered on his lips.

“Is that the ‘Happy New Year’s’ you wanted?”

Metal bat

For Badd New Years Eve was a big event considering that his little Sister loved fireworks. He reluctantly agreed to go set off some fireworks in front of their home. Nothing too big, just a few firecrackers and whatever else the markets sold specifically for young children. And of course Zenko had persisted on having you there as well.

“I’m surprised Zenko’s not tired yet even though its so late.” You said to Badd as you watched him light up fire crackers for the small girl.

“Said she wanted to stay up till New Year’s this time. Last time she fell asleep around 8.” He replied whilst watching Zenko’s eyes light up at all the ‘mini fireworks’

Badd got up to stand next to you and let zenko have her own fun. “But seriously thanks for coming over. You really didn’t have to.”

You went to grab his hand. Of course you would come over! Being with your boyfriend and his little sister felt like being with family. “You know I love spending time with you two.”

He looked at you with a small smile. He felt guilty. Other couples probably went out on proper dates during New year’s eve. “Next time we’ll do something alone.”

Suddenly Zenko ran over to you both as she watched you two hold hands with a smug face. “Are you two gonna kiss at 12? Like you kissed under the mistletoe?”

Badd’s face immediately turned red at his sisters words. “Hey! Don’t say such things. These are grown up matters anyways.”

“I don’t want to disturb you two kiss. The neighbor auntie said that if a new year’s kiss gets disturbed the couple will get bad luck throughout the year!” Zenko enthusiastically said. Usually spending time with her brother was more important but she liked you a lot.

With that she went to hide behind the door. She was obviously waiting for you two to finish so that she could crawl back and spend New years together.

You sighed and faced badd, “She won’t stop till we do it no?”

“Yeah. Looks like it.” He scratched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact. Shit. He felt like his heart was going to burst any second.

When the counter reached zero you two awkwardly looked at each other and then away. Someone had to take the first step. You decided to gather all your courage and pressed your lips against his. Metal Bat stood frozen until he closed his eyes and relaxed into the kiss. Fireworks and laughter could be heard through the streets.

When you both pulled away Zenko Came to hug you two. “Happy new year!”

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 33 “Rear Cushion” [Episode List]

Dave has to hold back the loudness of his huge farts as he gets an important phone call from work while blasting Tim’s face.

POV: Tim

The cab dropped me a few blocks from my place: finally, a couple of more minutes and I could relax at home. This was a long day. Nothing ground-breaking or anything, as I simply had to meet a client downtown. It went well, no need to go into boring details, but I’m glad I know how to pilot drones and film stuff with them. Believe it or not, working as an editor for Greg’s porn films, of all things, gave me lots of experience. I’m not planning to become a film-maker, but I do like how this stuff works. Plus, and perhaps most importantly, it pays the bills, which is good.

Bills that I’m currently sharing with my bro and roommate Dave anyway. I wonder if he’s home: today he called in sick from work because he had to do some stuff with Dana -something related to them planning to move in together. From what he told me, it’s been a tough month, and often he ended up working overtime, so he really needed this one day to get some stuff done with his girlfriend.

It was evening, around 7:00 PM, the cold breeze scratching my face, with my eyes being spared thanks to my round glasses. I could spot our house: the lights were on. I do hope he is home, or else he’s gonna pay *those* bills by himself this time. 

Indeed, I passed by Dave’s car parked on the driveway, still warm, meaning that my friend probably got home mere minutes before me. I quickly put a halt to my detective work and opened the door, stepping into our living room / kitchen, being greeted by the warmth of our apartment, other than a firm “Yo!” from my roommate.

Dave walked past me and towards the couch, holding a sandwich, greeting me by making noises with his mouth as he took a big bite of his snack. 

“You didn’t even make me say ‘Honey, I’m home.”

I watched Dave lying down on the long couch, reaching for the laptop on the small table in front of it, as he put it on his chest, comically close to his face. Impressive how fast that sandwich got eaten up -he is a big eater after all, despite the tall, slim appearance.

“Because that’s my line.” he replied, his fingers tapping the buttons on the keyboard.

I hung my coat by the door and went into the kitchen to fetch a beer.

“I thought you called in sick.” I asked, as I opened the fridge, disappointed by the lack of alcohol.

“I did.” he said, the stern tone catching me off guard. “Such bullshit!”

He wasn’t mad at me obviously, probably some work-related issue, as it usually happens lately. 

I solved my own very important issue with the fridge instead by settling for a soda, because my body may be a temple, but most temples are old and crumbling so I’m just very committed to the role.

As I walked towards the couch, Dave (eyes glued on the screen) automatically moved his legs just a bit to make room for me. Another sign that he came back a few minutes ago was that he was still wearing, well, casual clothes, precisely a yellow hoodie and a pair of bright blue jeans (and grey socks -he left his sneakers by the door). Since I’m a kinky asshole, I did notice that he was accidentally showing off his sort-of-sagging denim ass towards me, but I easily ignored that by focusing on the soda and the TV. 

Even though he wasn’t angry at me, I didn’t want to annoy him by asking more questions about the job, especially considering the furious tapping I was hearing, so I simply, and silently, took a sip of my not-beer.

“It’s because of Fisher by the way.” Dave said, his face hidden behind the laptop.

“Again?!” I replied. “You did tell me he was making a mess like… 2 days ago.”

“And guess who’s trying to fix the mess he made at 7:30 PM.”

Another episode of my bro working overtime, ladies and gentleman.

Dave also rarely works from home, so I don’t usually get to see how he acts in those situations. The rare times it happened I noticed he switches to a serious man of few words. He still is chill and all, just rightfully focused on whatever task he’s working on.

Whatever happened made him really angry however, as I heard the keyboard almost beg for mercy under all that furious tapping. That’s Dave: when he gets really mad, he actually goes silent. One of those men, yes.

I just remained there, chilling and watching the TV, enjoying my soda, though a beer would have been better in case this wasn’t clear. Occasionally, my friend would occasionally mumble some insults towards the screen or, better yet, to this Fisher guy, a man he complained about to us in the last few days, something that he almost never does. Dave is very easy-going as you know, and very very patient (exhibit A: me), but push the right buttons and he will get mad at you.

“Sorry about all the tapping.” he suddenly said, after like 10 minutes of silence, still focused on the screen. “I can go upstairs if that’s bothering you.” 

“It’s fine bro.” I replied. “I’ve already seen this movie anyway.”

“Yeah the news are wild these days.”

I found it funny how Dave tried to hold a casual conversation despite being so clearly distracted by whatever was happening at work (I don’t blame him). And speaking of which, I certainly didn’t want to distract him myself, so I didn’t reply.

“I mean it’s not like you’re not used to me making weird noises on this couch anyway.”

There he is, the teasing bastard.

I turned to him and I could see him narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, the laptop screen hiding a cheesy smirk. So focused on his job, but will always take the chance to tease and make fun of me.

Which I will always be thankful for.

“…maybe I should go upstairs.” I said, in a deadpan tone.

Without halting all the typing and his focus on the screen, Dave’s casual, immediate answer made the couch shake: a huge fart, one of his usual, Dave-certified displays of flatulence, almost stock-sounding rips. A quick 4-seconds thunder, unusually (relatively) short for my friend’s standards, but loud and proud like it’s perfectly in-brand for him. 

The blast was followed by Dave snoffing from behind the laptop, very aware that his kinky roomate both loves and hates all this teasing.

“Weren’t you going upstairs?” he asked, trying not to laugh, as if nothing happened.

I mouthed a “fuck you” which he obviously couldn’t see. I stared at his denim now instead, the sagging making the ass look even bigger and more imposing in that position and from this angle. My dirty mind liked the view and how casual the pose was, farting like I wasn’t even there. And speaking of casual, you know it, Dave is as usual ridiculously chill with my kink and I’ll never thank him enough for this whole thing going on between us.

“Here’s what I think of Fisher.”

Dave then said, before ripping another huge rip, doing the classic leg-lift move in the process. He didn’t even look at me, still hiding behind the laptop, just farting as if I wasn’t sitting dangerously close to the source, like I said. Another “short” rip, as long as the previous one, and just as loud, if not more.

My friend’s farts are usually as loud as they are long, but I was definitely enjoying this barrage of quick blasts. Then again, when it comes to Dave’s farts, the term “short” is like describing a nuclear explosion as “kind of noisy”.

Naturally, the scent of those quickies reached my nose and engulfed the entire room. My bro’s farts are always big but not as stinky as one may expect. Don’t get me wrong, your nostrils will burn, but they’re not as hard on the nose as they sound… most of the times. 

One thing that was hard, however, was my cock, unsurprisingly reacting to my friend’s talent.

“Alright, done.” Dave said, stretching his right arm to clumsily put the laptop on the small table in front of the couch. “I hope Fisher gets hit by an asteroid tonight.” 

I silently toasted to his understandable wish and took another sip of my soda. My bro was now lying on the couch, legs up, without anything hiding his smirk, the smirk that proved how him showing off his denim sagging ass in my direction was not a coincidence this time. I tried to ignore that, but it was getting very difficult, especially considering that, knowing his skills, the blasts were far from being over.

I kept myself distracted by doing literally anything else than staring, such as putting the empty soda can on the floor by the couch.

“So, you’re done working?” I managed to ask.

He cackled in response to that. 

“Sort of. Got one last job to do.” he said, a cheesy grin drawn on his face.

“What do you m- oh… of course.”

I understood mid-sentence what he meant. The fact that he leaned towards me to reach for my head and pull it down and close to his denim ass being a big clue. I didn’t even try to resist, and I let his hand push my face in front of his butt, Dave’s legs spreading a bit more to once again make room for me -my entire head, in this case. The scent from his previous farts was strong and the ass was warm; the seams and textures of his jeans were always a pleasure to look at, the rough surface tickling the tip of my nose. 

As usual, when Dave gets gassy, my face ends up planted straight into the source of his farts, even though I didn’t ask for it. I don’t know if he did that on purpose, but I was positioned in a way that while most of my view was obscured by his overwhelming ass, I could still see part of my friend’s face, staring down at me, with a smirk. I love when it happens: experiencing one of Dave’s farts so up close and personal while still managing to see that damn smirk (or his other facial expressions) only makes the whole experience even hotter for me.

And hotter it became, not just figuratively, as Dave’s ass soon greeted with another huge blast. Was it stronger than the previous two or did my face being glued to his denim-clad anus made it feel like it was? Either way, it was huge and loud, a standard “Dave rip”, and getting those in my face is something I’ll never get used to. It definitely was longer than the previous farts, about 7 seconds, which only made the smell worse in the process. My bro wasn’t even holding my head anymore, but I didn’t want to move, nor he was surprised that I didn’t.

After he was finished he adjusted his position, so he could see my face better and make fun of me being a kinky mess as usual, while I was completely dazed by his talent.

“Remember when you apologized for the tapping?” I joked.

I made my friend laugh, which I guess is the only way I can somehow return the incredible kinky favor.

“Good times.” he joked back.

My head was still facing his ass, but admittedly it was getting awkward. Dave probably noticed that I was moving away and promptly used his left leg to trap me.

“I’m not gonna apologize for this, bro.” he said, clearly brewing another big one. “…Ready?”

And ready I was, bracing myself for the impact, but the noise I heard was not what I was expecting.

“Fuck!” I heard Dave say, reacting to that same noise.

I saw his right arm reaching for his smartphone, next to the laptop he put there moments ago.

“Fisher?! Really?!” he commented, as he saw the name of the person calling.

I remained there, now things getting awkward for real.

Again I tried to move away, and again my bro made sure I couldn’t.

“Hold on, I gotta take this one.” he said, with the silliest smirk you can imagine. “In the meantime, you can take this one instead.”

A huge rip suddenly blasted my face, just as Dave answered with a surprisingly calm and professional “Hello?”. The fart lasted like 3 seconds but it was probably the baddest one so far, in terms of sound and stench.

“Nooo Fisher, not bothering me at all.” 

I saw and heard Dave resisting the urge to tell this guy to fuck off, and he confirmed that he was lying but winking at me as he continued his ass-licking: after all, Fisher was actually one of his superiors. Not judging however, I’d do the same, and truth to be told, with my face being engulfed in Dave’s gas, you could say that I am doing the same right now, sort of.

As my friend seemed particularly into that phone call, I tried to move one more time, but Dave promptly used his left foot to step on my head and hold me there. Now my nostrils were being tortured not just by Dave’s gas, but also his smelly sock soiling my hair.

So, as long as I’m staying down there, with Dave’s foot firmly holding me still, I simply stared at that wall of denim in front of me; despite the anus being silent, the stench was still kind of unbearable. I know I just said that my bro’s rips do not stink as much as one may think, but when you fart this much and this often, of course one is gonna reach their breaking point, even a kinky guy like me.

“Mh… okay. I see. What did Johnson said?”

I laughed. Dave having this super serious work call while literally holding his farts in was actually hilarious. I managed to look at his face and he was like I wasn’t even there, a calm, assertive man just doing his job. He did look at me for a moment though, trying not to laugh, and winked at me again, fully aware of how ridiculous the whole thing was.

“Sure Fisher, by Tuesday we’ll be ready.”

As Dave said that, I noticed his facial expression changing. He was pushing one out… but since I wasn’t getting blown away, I guess he was pushing this one out in a way that he could somehow control how loud it was gonna be. After all, my bro is the fart master: he knows how to roar, but he also knows how to whisper, proving an incredible talent when it comes to literally controlling his farts’ loudness, length and pitch. 

And those weren’t even on command!

As Dave’s foot kept me in place, the fart that came out was as big as the others, but in a different way. My friend was probably worried (more amused than worried, actually) that Fisher could actually hear his infamous loud farts through the phone, which is not very professional admittedly… and for some reason he also wanted to torture me with his gas. So, the fart master decided to somehow “dilute” his fart into a sort of quieter, rumbly, bubbly long rip.

I could tell this rip was enormous, in spite of all those nerfs. It sounded like a muffled rip with many interruptions, like fire-crackers going off, without getting too loud however. Dave kept the conversation going, speaking about documents, files, coding and all that, his facial expression revealing how carefully he was pushing this one out, while still focusing on the call, without missing a beat. The whole scene was hot and amusing for both of us (well, just the second one for my bro).

This masterful rip was going to be long, even longer than Dave’s usual farts, which are already impressive. I didn’t know if I could edge any longer, as my boner twitched every time this peculiar long fart got surprisingly louder than expected.

10 seconds passed, the stench burning my nostrils and eyes, the fart still “cracking” through Dave’s warm denim and reaching my defenceless nose. I know my bro is good at this, but takes some incredible skills to control your farts like this, natural farts I mean. And such skills only made me harder.

“Yes Fisher, I ToTaLlY AgReE…” 

Dave raised his voice just a bit, anticipating his ass doing the same: a clumsy way to hide the sound of his giant fart from Fisher’s ears. As skilled as my friend is, trying to “dilute” such a huge rip this much and for this long was getting difficult even for a talented man like him. This “accident” only made him silently laugh however.

“Sure Fisher, whatever you say.”

Professionals have standards, you know the drill. And Dave being this professional from both ends was a sight to behold (and, well, sniff I guess). I forgot about my friend’s foot combing my hair and just lied there enjoying the noisy spectacle, the “fireworks” still going strong. Pre-cum erupted from my boner, I couldn’t take it anymore. This gassy bastard makes me cum without even touching me, it’s insane how hot he can get.

Worst (best?) of all, he’s completely aware of it.

After a whopping 56 seconds, the ass seemingly stopped emitting those fire-cracker noises. Despite the relative silence, my bro still made sure I didn’t move, which is something I didn’t even want to question at this point.

“Alright… no no it’s all good. See you tomorrow morning.”

A bit more paying lip service and finally… he hung up.

“Idiot.” he hissed, as he threw the phone on the small table.

I still remained there, my head under Dave’s foot and in the presence of his sagging ass, without questioning whether this was getting too weird or awkward.

“Are… are you finished?” I carefully asked.

“Yeah.” my friend said, with a smirk. 

I guess blasting me does put him in a good mood.

We’re both weird, no doubts about it.

“And that means I’m done holding back. Get ready.” he then added, threatening me with a good time.

If all of that was Dave “holding back”, then yeah, my bro’s skills are just as insane as they sound.

Without even giving me time to come up with a witty comeback, Dave finally raised his foot… only to have his hand take its place, pulling my face up and firmly planting it in his sagging denim ass. It felt warm and kind of sweaty, the jeans soaked into that stench caused by the almost 1-minute-long “fire-cracker” fart. 

How is it possible to be this gassy? A few seconds after my nose touched his ass, my friend started blasting my face again. Yet another loud fart, long and proud, probably what was left of the insane gas bubble from moments earlier, ‘cause that really sounded like his ass was tying up loose ends. As the fart kept going, Dave firmly, but gently, held my face into his ass, with the rip basically being shoved down my throat.

Finally, after 12 more seconds, this final thunder faded out, as Dave’s grip on my head loosened. My friend then (just as gently) pushed me away with his legs on my side of the couch; I was completely startled by all of that, one of the most insane fart sessions I ever had with my bro.

“Are you finished… now?” I asked again.

“ahah You’re lucky my shift is over.” he replied.

He then stood up and walked towards the kitchen, easily towering over me still sitting down on the couch. As if the gas-trail he was leaving behind wasn’t enough, he ripped another loud quickie as his ass passed near my face. I leaped back, not expecting, believe it or not, to fall for such an old trick.

“I thought you were done!”

In response, I heard my friend laugh from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, told you I’ve been working overtime lately!”

I took a deep breath, the air around me still heavily polluted by the power of my roommate’s ass, and carefully massaged the damp tent I pitched between my legs. I was gonna take care of that in the bathroom upstairs in a minute; I only wanted a bit more time to process those particularly strong rips… and if I should start paying Dave since face-farting is, apparently, his real job.

End of Episode 33

[mayearies]

CATS ALIKE .. miles g. morales ⟡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 miles g. morales x fem! reader , fluff , no disclaimer

𐦍༘⋆ SYNOPSIS; you wanted a cat. miles did not. he made this pretty clear. he ignored, dismissed, and persuaded you to stop asking for a while. however, it came back again and again and again. guess how he caved.

WC; 728

𐦍༘⋆ NOTES; old fic i wrote also test for engagement i guess

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he purposely avoided your eyes for a while now. a little bit too long for both of your liking. he flipped through thr channels on the tv as he held you in his lap and you kissed him all over his face, muttering the word ‘please’ without break.

miles grumbled, knowing he would cave pretty soon. he had a sweet tooth for those chocolate lips of yours. he sighed loudly, throwing his head back on the arm of the sofa before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “if i do this for you, promise me you’ll shut up about it.” you nodded in glee.

you knew how to hold your end of the bargain, just one small favor. one small thing couldnt hurt his cold and stoic soul. he took you to the nearest petshop on the block since you wanted this more than ever. a cat.

miles didn’t like the idea. he was away most nights and didnt want something there to create more of a mess than you already did of his room (he would scold you but you knew he didnt really care that much). he could think of a million reasons why this was a bad idea. the only plus was that it was cute.

“which one you want, ma?” he followed you down the isle of cages and cries of the kittens, “preferably not the ones that shed a lot.” his voice sounded uneasy and skeptical. he knew how bad you wanted this.

“relax a little. these little things are so cute, how could you not want one?” 

he crossed his arms and watched as you stuck your hands into the bars to pet each one of them, to which some would hiss and deny. “maybe because i dont like cats,” he hissed. “their fur gets everywhere.”

“i say it’s worth it,” you replied sassily to match his tone.

“of course you do.”

you saw one in particular that caught your attention. a black cat that was missing an eye. the shopkeeper said he was born that way and that nothing was wrong with him. he was adorable, just as fiesty too. it didnt let you touch it until it smelled your hand. even then it was still ready to fight. reminds you of someone else you know. “i want this one.”

“the things i do for you.”

you laughed under your breath, “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

that night, you were so excited to play with the little guy. miles however, could care less. he didnt want much to do with it. well, it may not come off as that because he bought the most expensive bed and cat litter for it, despite it being no older than a few weeks. 

you wanted to play with it first, but where’s the fun in that? “how about, i set up the cat litter and stuff and you get to know our new friend together?” miles raised an eyebrow as he set down the carrier. “is this some typa excuse?”

“no! just spend some time with it. last thing i ask, i promise.”

miles sighed and agreed. so much for promises. he opened the cage and waited for it to crawl out, but it didn’t. the sudden change in enviornment and scent must’ve been just kicking in. he reached his finger into the cage and felt the ends of the whiskers ticking it. then, it licked him. he wasn’t taken aback by it but it felt odd.

you finished installing the cat litter box and started walking towards the living room once you heard the tv on again, “so, how’d it-“ and the last thing you thought you’d see tonight just laid in front of you. miles was watching the screen as the little furball wrapped around itself on his chest. it was purring and by the torn fabric in his hood, you could tell it was kneading him.

“well, look who got along,” miles glared at you for that as you walked over to lay down behind him. “still don’t like cats?”

he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, his fingers drifting and gazling along the fur of its tail. “im still wondering why you chose that name for him.”

“whats wrong with it?” 

“who names their cat ‘meows morales?’”

@ MAYEARIES ‘23

[cosyvelvetorchid]

☃️🦷💍 id love to see how you combine these

Your wish is my command!

Enjoy!

🩶

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They stamped the snow from their feet before stepping into the cabin and dropping their bags. It was a small, simple cabin—open plan living area and kitchen, and a bedroom at the back with an en suite bathroom. There was a huge sectional in front of the fireplace—this is what drew them to this particular cabin because it was big enough for them both to fit on it—and a big TV in the corner.

“I can’t believe we’re actually on vacation.” Buck excitedly said. “A whole weekend in a cabin with no work, no fires, no medical emergencies.. just me and you.”

Tommy slid his arms around Bucks waist and kissed him chastely. “What do you want to do first?”

“First I’d like to eat because I’m starving. Why don’t you take the bags into the bedroom and I’ll get started on dinner.”

“Yes boss.” Tommy teased with a wink.

After finishing eating dinner and washing up, they settled on the sofa to watch a movie. Buck had insisted that as Tommy had flown them there, he got first pick and he chose The Terminator. Mostly because he knew Buck liked it.

By half way through the movie Buck had already fallen asleep on Tommy’s chest. Tommy draped a blanket over them both and carried on watching the movie, snacking on popcorn.

He threw another few pieces into his mouth and immediately screamed out in pain, jolting his body and almost sending Buck flying off the sofa.

“What?! What is it?!” Buck jumped up looking around trying to figure out what was going on. Quickly he noticed Tommy bent forward with his hand holding his cheek.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

“It’s.. ah! My.. my tooth, I.. broke it..ah!” He was in an immense amount of pain and to be honest Buck was a little scared. He’d never seen Tommy like this before. He’d always been so calm and squared away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Uh, hold on..” he rushed to the kitchen and threw some ice into a ziplock bag and wrapped it in a dish towel.

He lifted it towards Tommy’s face and he flinched away. “It’s okay, Tommy. It’s just some ice. It’ll help.” Tommy took the ice and put it on his face. He hissed at the feel of it. He was heavy breathing and couldn’t sit still—too much adrenaline from the pain.

Thankfully they’d managed to find an emergency dentist a few miles away and a quick uber call later they were walking inside.

Tommy had broken in half one of his molars on a popcorn kernel, exposing the nerve. The dentist—whom Buck was convinced was 130 years old—said he could fill the hole and give him a temporary cap until Tommy could get to his usual dentist.

An hour later, he was (temporarily) fixed, and high as a kite on pain meds, but ready to go back to their cabin. Buck helped walk him in to the cabin and lowered him onto the sofa.

“Wow do I live here?” He asked; his words sluggish.

Buck laughed. “Uh, no, babe we’re on vacation.”

Tommy stared at Buck with heavy eyes. “My boyfriend is not gonna like that. He a firefighter.”

“I’m your boyfriend, babe.” Buck reminded him, putting a blanket over him.

“No!” Tommy protested. “My boyfriend is really pretty.”

Buck laughed again and debated whether to take his phone it and record this. “He is, huh?”

Tommy nodded emphatically. “The prettiest. He has an adorable birthmark on his face and really soft hair.”

“He does sound pretty.” Buck played along.

“His tummy is my favourite though. Oh wow! His looks like yours! I just want to go BOOP-“ he poked Buck lower stomach with his finger “all the time.” He smiled happily. “I like to rest my head on it sometimes. It’s like a warm pillow.”

Buck couldn’t hold in the laugh this time. Tommy was just to freaking adorable high.

“Hey, hey!” Tommy whispered, gestured with his hand for Buck to come closer. “Can I tell you secret?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to propose to him this weekend.” He whispered.

Bucks heart damn near stopped.

“You-you are?” He asked, trying to hide the shake to his voice. Tommy nodded emphatically again.

“Yep. I have a ring and everything.” He leaned to the side to lie on the sofa.

“You do, huh?” Buck gently lifted Tommy’s head to place a pillow underneath.

“I got his sister to help me pick it out. She’s really pretty too. But I don’t want to marry her. I want to marry my Evan.” His eyes were getting heavier.

My Evan.

Buck had to use all of his energy not to cry right there at hearing Tommy call him that. It was such a simple thing but it reminded him that he belonged to someone.

“I’m kinda scared though.” Tommy said.

“Of what?”

“He might say no. I don’t want him to say no. I want him to say yes.” He had the most adorable pouty facial expression and Buck had to work hard to resist kissing it off him.

“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” He told Tommy.

“How do you know?”

Buck sat on the edge of the couch and ran a gentle hand through Tommy’s hair, smiling as Tommy hummed in contentment.

“I have a feeling he’s going to say yes.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss Tommy’s forehead as sleep took him.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 6 — Rossi’s Princess Castle

In which Spencer invites Y/N to his team’s dinner but the sitter for Eloise cancels

Warnings: Fluff, ¿smut scene?, Eloise, Henry and Jack being adorable, dirty jokes, Derek teasing Spencer, the team being like wtf— 😧

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer’s chest heaved as he collapsed on the bed next to his girlfriend. Her eyes were still squeezed shut and her lip between her teeth.

After a moment of breathing and calming down, Y/N hummed and moved to lay close to him. “Wanna go shower?” She asked, kissing his neck. “We can be louder in there.” He chuckled, rubbing her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Of course.” He kissed her lips and pulled away, laughing when she tried to catch his lips again. She giggled as he began talking again. “So… there’s this dinner…” He trailed off.

Y/N hummed, her fingers grazing over his abs gently. “Mhm…”

Spencer cleared his throat. “My friend from work is hosting at his house and Um—“ He paused and kissed her because her lips were searching for his. “They know that I’m dating someone— that someone being you— and Rossi invited you.”

Y/N stopped he movement of her hand and looked up at him. A small smile grew on her lips. “Really?” She asked quietly.

Spencer smiled down at her. “Really. I would really like for them to meet you.”

Y/N nodded. “But what if they don’t like me?”

The man scoffed. “They’re gonna love you.” He whispered. “I love you.”

Her smile grew and she grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. He pushed her hair out of the way and kissed her back. “I love you too. So much.” She mumbled between kisses. “And I would love to come to dinner.”

Spencer chuckled. “If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it to the shower.”

Y/N smirked, moving her body to straddle waist. “I’m okay with that.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Two days later, Y/N stood in front of her full body mirror in a dress and heels. Eloise was jumping on her bed and singing some song about colors she had heard on the tv earlier in the day.

“Mommy, how long you gonna be gone?” Eloise asked as she stopped jumping.

The mother hummed and spun around. “Just a few hours.”

Eloise shook her head and frowned. “A foo hours is wike… forever, mommy!”

Y/N giggled and sat on the edge of her bed, letting Eloise lean against her. “No it’s not, Eloisey. And you get to be here with Katie. Don’t you like Katie?”

The girl gasped. “Oh my dosh— I wuv Katie.” She breathed out.

Y/N smiled and nodded, kissing her cheek. “I know! You guys are gonna have so much fun!”

Like the universe hated her or something, her phone buzzed beside her and she picked it up.

From: Katie

Hi Y/N! I’m sooooo sorry but i can’t watch Eloise tonight. I think I caught the flu and I’d hate to get her sick

Y/N sighed and shut her eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking me in the ass.” She groaned, forgetting that there was a 3 year old right next to her.

“Mommy, why did you say the fuck word?” Eloise asked causing her to groan louder.

She opened her eyes and put a smile on her face. She knew that Spencer’s phone was on silent and he probably wouldn’t be paying much attention to it while he was with his team.

“No reason baby.” She shook her head. “Go pick out an outfit for you to wear tonight, okay?”

Eloise furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?”

Y/N swiped Jaír out of her baby’s eyes. “Because Katie can’t come tonight so, we’re gonna go eat dinner with Spencer.”

Eloise squealed and crawled off of her mom’s bed and ran out into her room.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When Y/N arrived at the house— the fucking mansion— she sighed and looked back at Eloise.

“Oh my dosh, Spenther’s fwiend wives in a princess castle!” The girl shouted, clapping her hands.

Y/N laughed. “Yes, he does live in a princess castle.” She took her phone off of the gps thingy in her car and got out.

She walked around the front of the car and got Eloise out of her car seat. “You ready?” She asked, hiking the girl up on her hip, and holding her fist out.

“Ready fweddy.” Eloise nodded and bumped her tiny fist on Y/N’s.

Y/N nodded and began to walk up the stone driveway. She got to the door, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. “Oh god, I can’t do this.” She whispered.

“Yeth you can mommy.” Eloise smiled and touched her mother’s cheek.

She kissed Eloise’s forehead and quickly pressed the doorbell. They heard the sound outside before hearing Spencer’s voice.

“That’s Y/N!” He said, trying to be quiet. “Don’t ask too many questions— Derek why are you sm- stop smirking.”

Y/N took a deep breath in and the door swung open. Spencer’s smile widened when he saw Eloise in her arms.

The woman shook her head. “I’m really sorry, my sitter canceled and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to find one on short notice and I’m really—“

“Y/N, Y/N.” Spencer stopped her. “It’s okay! I was hoping you’d bring Eloise anyway.” He said, looking at the kid. “I missed my girl anyways.” He smiled and Eloise held her arms out.

Y/N let Spencer take her out of her arms. “Are you sure this is okay? Do I look okay? Is my makeup-“

Spencer leaned forward to kiss her shortly. “Everything is fine.” He nodded.

Y/N nodded and smiled up at him nervously, following him as he moved back inside the house.

She walked behind him and heard a quiet gasp as they entered the dining room. “Oh my God, is that a child!?”

Y/N bit her lip and stood next to Spencer, smiling nervously and looking around at everyone. “Uh, guys this is Y/N.” He said nodding down at her. “And this is Eloise,” He noticed how Y/N stiffened under the team’s stares. He cleared his throat.

A blonde dressed in bright purple stood up and made her way towards them. “Oh my goodness!” She pulled Y/N into a hug causing a surprised noise to leave the woman’s mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She pulled away and looked at the girl in Spencer’s arms. “And you too! Oh my gosh you’re adorable.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/N spoke.

“I’m Penelope!”

Eloise became shy and she waved, leaning into Spencer’s neck. Y/N giggled and said hi.

Then, everyone else walked up to them and introduced themselves to her and Eloise.

Derek and Savannah, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, JJ and Will and Aaron Hotchner all greeted her with a smile and a handshake— JJ hugged her.

When the blonde woman met Eloise, she glanced up at Spencer with wide eyes. “I’m JJ.” She told the girl.

“Hi JJ.” Eloise greeted quietly.

Y/N smiled and Eloise looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” The girl waved her over and she walked over, leaning closer to her. Eloise whispered something in her mom’s ear.

A moment later, she pulled away from her and looked at Rossi. “I’m sorry, can we go use your bathroom?”

The man nodded. “Of course.” He smiled. “It’s right down that hallway to the left.”

“Thank you.” She nodded, taking Eloise from Spencer and nodding at him before walking to the bathroom.

The team waited until her heels stopped clicking and the bathroom door shut.

Derek scoffed. “So how exactly did you win her over?” He asked with a chuckle. Savannah slapped his arm.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “We met at this coffee shop near her apartment—“

JJ smiled. “What, like five years ago? I mean, that kid is huge!” She exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

He shook his head. “No Um… I met her six months ago. Eloise is Um… she’s not mine.” He hated saying because even though technically it was true, anything a father would do for his daughter, he’d do for Eloise.

“She’s adorable, Reid.” Emily spoke. “Oh, the kid is too.” She jokingly shrugged.

Spencer smiled and rolled his eyes. “She’s really nervous so can we please tone down the compliments.”

JJ’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! Maybe Eloise would like to play with Henry and Jack when dinner is cooking.” She pursed her lips. “They’re just in the back yard.”

Spencer shrugged. “We’ll have to ask her.” As if on cue, Y/N’s heels began clicking again and Eloise was saying things.

They came around the corner and /N was holding Eloise’s hand as they walked. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran up to Rossi, pulling on his pant leg. “Scuse me, mithter. Do you wive in a princess castle?”

The team laughed and Rossi bent down a bit. “I do live in a princess castle.” He nodded.

Spencer chuckled and leaned over to Y/N as the two of them went into a deep conversation about Eloise’s favorite princesses.

“Is it okay if she goes outside and plays with JJ and Hotch’s boys?” He asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, of course. But you didn’t need to ask my permission.” She told him quietly. “I trust you, okay?”

Spencer nodded and kissed the side of her head before getting Eloise’s attention. “Hey, Eloisey do you wanna go play outside and meet some new friends?”

The girl nodded shyly and Spencer held out his hands. Eloise grabbed onto both and hopped onto his feet. Y/N laughed as he began to waddle towards the sliding doors behind the dining room table.

JJ went out before him so she could rally up the other kids. “Hey guys?” She called. Y/N followed behind Spencer and Eloise.

The boys stopped throwing the ball around and came running towards JJ. “Is dinner done yet, mommy?” Henry asked.

JJ chuckled. “Not yet honey. I wanted you and Jack to meet Spencer’s friends Y/N and Eloise.”

They looked up at the woman and then at the girl who held a small smile. “I’m Eloise.” She nodded. “You wike pwaying superhewoes?” She asked.

Jack nodded rapidly and Henry gasped. “We love playing superheroes.”

Eloise hopped off of Spencer’s feet. “Otay. I’m donna be the good one. You duys be da bad ones.”

She ran further into the yard and Y/N laughed, covering her mouth as they ran after her. “She’s gonna sleep gooood tonight.” She nodded with a smile.

Rossi tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Ooh.” She smiled. “What do you have?” She asked.

Rossi chuckled. “A whole damn cellar, sweetheart.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Emily, Penelope, JJ, Savannah and Y/N all stood around the kitchen island with their glasses of wine. The guys sat around in the backyard watching the kids play. “So…” Emily smirked. “How’s the sex?”

Y/N almost choked on her wine and took the glass away from her mouth, wiping her noir with a napkin. She giggled and kissed her teeth. JJ slapped Emily’s arm. “What? It’s a real question.” She shrugged.

The woman inhaled. “It’s fuckin’ mind blowing. He like a vagina wizard or something.” She laughed. The rest of the girls laughed as well.

They were consumed in conversation when the oven dinged. Y/N raised her hand. “I’ll go get the guys.” She told them.

She set her glass down and walked out of the kitchen and towards the sliding doors. The guy’s chairs were faced away from the door and she slowly open it. Before she called for them, she paused when she caught the end of their conversation.

“I think she was sent by God. She’s perfect.” Spencer’s voice was quiet but she smiled hearing every word. “A-and Eloise is the cherry on top. I didn’t know that I wanted kids until I met her. She’s the best. And she’s just like her mother.”

Y/N teared up and bit her lip as the guys all ‘awed’ and patted him on the back. “And I’m gonna marry her. I don’t know when but it’s going to happen.”

Her grin widened and she cleared her throat. “Um, I think dinner is ready.” She said quietly. They all turned back, not think that she had heard their entire conversation.

Rossi popped out of his chair and clapped. “Great! You’re gonna love my lasagna.” He nodded.

“Lasagna?” She repeated, glancing at her cute but very messy girl.

Rossi chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I made the kids chicken nuggets and fries.”

Y/N sighed in relief and laughed. She saw Eloise running up to her and she bent down. The girl ran and jumped into her arms. “Mommy, can Jack and Henry come over tomorrow!?” She asked.

Y/n spun her around. “We’ll have to ask their parents but it’s okay with me! Come on let’s go eat!”

Spencer smiled as he watched Y/N wiggle her around as they went inside.

He got so lucky.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After dinner, the kids were watching a Disney movie in Rossi’s home theater and the adults were all standing around the kitchen island talking.

Spencer grabbed Y/N’s hand and she leaned over to him. “I love you.” She spoke quietly. “And thank you for being with me and Eloise.”

He kissed her cheek, knowing that the others were too immersed in conversation with each other. “I will always be with you.”

Y/N giggled. “And the girls might tease you at work for a little while.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows with a smile. “Why?” He asked, rubbing his hand over her lower back.

“I may or may not have called you a vagina wizard.”

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HAHAHAHAHAHH

I love this so much and I love that Y/N and Eloisey met the teammmmm!

The next chapter has some angst and it’s gonna be about Eloise’s 4th birthday! So excited!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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Shootin' Pool

fandom: smiling friends

prompt: charlie dompler/reader

words: 1,456

summary: You and your boyfriend's date started plain enough, just a few drinks at the local bar along with some stories and laughs. However, when his eyes landed on the worn-down pool table, he was eager to play. One problem? You don't know how to play pool, like, at all.

notes: Can you tell I've only played pool a few select times? Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! This was inspired by shooting pool with my family for Father's Day and I got the thought of Charlie holding you while teaching you to play pool and it was too cute to not write (even with my mediocre writing skills lol).

It started off with just a few drinks, a simple and easy date at a small local bar to say the least. 

However, just a few drinks left Charlie a little tipsy, a bit braver and rambunctious than before. 

“Man, I’m telling you, this shit was so funny I thought I was gonna pass out.” Your boyfriend was rambling about something that he saw on TV as you tried your best to listen.

It wasn’t because you weren't interested in what he had to say, it was more of the fact that in your drunken haze, it was hard to pay attention for long periods of time. 

His words started to mix together as you fell further deep into this hole, nodding your head and muttering the occasional ‘Mhm!’ or “Yep!’ so you put on the sort of facade that you were fully aware of what he was saying.

It went on like this for a couple of minutes before you were snapped out of your cycle by him slightly raising his voice while looking behind you, 

“Oh shit, they have a pool table?! Oh man, I haven’t played that since high school.”

You looked past your shoulder, a dimly lit corner sat a years-old pool table that a few patrons stood around but no one was actively playing it. 

“We should totally play babe.” Before you even had a chance to respond, your boyfriend was already on his way to the front table to rent the table. 

You could feel your stomach drop, you had never played pool before, and the feeling of embarrassing your drunk self in front of him was too much to bear.

You were going to have to brush them off because he was already on his way back with two cues and pool chalk. 

“Alright, I got the table for about two hours, that should give us plenty of time to play.” Stuffing his wallet into his sweatpants pocket, he handed you your cue.

He noticed your body was trembling slightly as he did so, making him slightly laugh to himself, “Oh shit, you don’t remember how to play huh?”

You took a deep breath. “Not just that, I’ve never played pool before…” Your voice trailed off, rubbing the stick between your fingers as you looked to the dirty carpet of the bar to avoid his gaze.

“Really? Never? You never had you and your friends scrape together enough cash to do some pool at a bowling alley or anything like that?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head and shrugged, “I grew up in a small town, all we had were small parks to smoke weed at or some shit.” 

A chuckle escaped his lips, “Got it, pool is simple enough to learn though. It’s all about the angles.”

Charlie walked along the table, setting up the pool balls into the rack in their starting positions before returning to your side. 

Clapping his hands together, he held up his cue, “Alright, so I’m just gonna do simple rules since you’re a first-timer.” 

“Like I said it’s pretty simple, see how the balls either have stripes or are solid colors? That decides the teams so I’ll be stripes and you be solids, ok?” 

You nodded, still fidgeting with your pool cue as he continued.

“And what you’re gonna do here is try to hit the white ball with your cue so your team balls can land into the nearest pocket,” He stopped midway through his sentence as he lined up his cue to the white balls and hit it, sending all the pool balls into different locations on the table. 

“Pockets are these things, by the way.” He pointed to the holes at each end of the table, which you gave a nod in return.

“What you’re NOT going to do is hit the 8 ball into a pocket until the end of the game when there are no other balls left,” He pointed to the ball and you recognized it immediately as it could easily be mistaken for an old child’s toy. 

“There’s a lot more rules but we’re just gonna play like this for now, alright?” 

A small smile appeared on your lips as you nodded, “Have you played this a lot hon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah plenty of times. My uncle actually taught me how to play when I was a kid.” Charlie continued to hit one of the balls to try to land another into the pockets, succeeding in his goal as a ball zipped into the nearby hole. 

“Awesome, ok babe now you try.” Resting a hand on your shoulder, he gave you a small smile. 

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, yeah, you could do this! Hell yeah, let’s do it!

You lined up the end of the cue to the white cue ball, having trouble with how you were holding the cue. Shit, it was hard. Charlie made it look so easy and yet here you were, already making mistakes as you dropped the cue from how hard you were holding it. 

Suddenly, you felt a body press against the back of your own, making your cheeks heat up as you knew exactly who it was. 

Charlie had picked up the cue from the ground and had it now in between his fingers as he guided it towards your own, putting his hands over yours as you held the cue.

“Here, you gotta hold it like this.” Charlie’s voice was soft as he placed the pool cue between your fingers, resting it between your index and middle fingers. 

“Alright perfect, uh- yeah, and your other hand goes here.” He guided your other hand to the end of the pool stick, your hand wrapping tightly around it in instinct.

You tried to focus, you really did but the feeling of your boyfriend pressed against you while you two were slightly shitfaced was too much for you at that moment. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as he continued his non-intentional suffering.

“And you’re gonna pull back your arm like this,” He placed his hand on your elbow that was sticking outwards, slightly pulling it back.

“Alright, that- that should be good man.” He stood back, which made you release your breath, and admired his work, giving you a thumbs-up to let you know it was ok to shoot.

Taking a deep breath, you hit the cue ball that was lined up to a solid ball and successfully hit it into the pocket.

“Alright, yeah! That was great, you did great babe.” He walked up behind you, slightly stumbling over his own feet as he mumbled curse words to invisible hurdles on the ground. 

“Thanks!” You used the chalk to rub the end of your cue, blowing it like it was the end of a revolver after shooting a bullet. 

That earned a chuckle from the critter, “Calm down babe, you’re still a beginner.”

“Oh yeah? I bet I can beat you this round.” With an eyebrow raised, you challenged him as you raised your pool cue to his chest.

“What are you willing to bet? I’m all ears dude.” Crossing his arms, he raised his own brow as he leaned against the pool table.

“How about buying the next round of drinks?”

His smile grew as he let out another chuckle, “Fuck yeah, let's do it.”  

The two hours quickly passed, and multiple rounds of pool and drinks had been consumed between the two of you as you both laughed loudly over your now-drunken pool skills. 

The time for the pool table was over so you and Charlie were walking to the bus stop, bumping into each other as you tried to keep each other from not falling down. 

“Wait wait wait, I won babe! You- You lost, I swear to God!” His arm was wrapped around you as he struggled to keep you up.

You chuckled as you held onto him, your cheeks flushed when you spoke, “Nooo, I won! You messed up at the end remember, it was three to two!”

“Yeah, three for me and two for you!” You two eventually made it to the bus stop bench, laying your head on his shoulder which eventually slid down to his chest.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, giggling to yourself when you thought about the events that just unfolded. 

You felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer, “Tired?”

You hummed in response, earning a small laugh from him.

“Yeah, same. I’ll wake you up when the bus gets here, ok?” 

“Mmm, ok.” You responded, letting slumber take over your body as you listened to Charlie’s heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

[yourimagines]

I saw you write about UFC fighters could you do sfw and nsfw alphabet for Khamzat? I'm looking everywhere for Khamzat, but low key no one writes about him. I think he deserves some love too

of course he does, I'll start with a SFW one.

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: he adores that you love his family and friends, your always trying to understand them and even trying to speak their language. It really makes him proud to have a girlfriend like you.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: your soft hands, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and that they are so small and soft makes him all protective over you.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: he’s the big spoon, his arms wrapped over your shoulders, loosely wrapped around your neck as you snuggle your head against his arms.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, surprising you with gifts as you cook some dinner. He’s always trying to you help you out but he’s not very good at it, he just makes sure the table is set and your gift beautifully wrapped up.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He tries to tell you about what’s going on in his life but mostly he bottles his emotions away, causing him to burst everything out at the same time.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: he wants to marry you, live together and have a big family together. He wants it now but he waits for you to be ready for the next steps in life but when you are ready….

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he brings you flowers, sends you flowers. Buys everything you like, gifting everything you want. Sometimes he treats you by giving his card when you go out shopping.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he likes to hold you in the old school way but behind closed doors, your not married yet and wants to respect you but when you are married he will hold hands in public, sometimes fingers twined together.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he gets angry and worried. He yells mostly in Russian and will knock somebody out if they don’t help you/him. He will pace around and thinks how stupid he is for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: yes but not in public places, he respects you and doesn’t like to embarrass you in front of others. The pranks you pull on each other are not mega but they are funny.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Slow with you on his lap so he can hold you by your waist, he loves to take it slow, to show you how much he loves you.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: buying gifts, driving you around, respecting you and making sure you know that, buying you flowers and all ways taking care of you. He also loves to kiss you and hold you in his arms.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: going to your first live fight night, he brought the best tickets and made sure you loved it, he got you some drinks and snacks. He made sure you met some of the fighters and took you out for food/dinner afterwards.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Someone hurting you, like seriously hurting you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He’s silly with you, he likes to make these weird food combinations and watch cartoons with you.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Babe and honey

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: at home, watching some tv, training together in his home gym, going for a walk or swim, doing anything you want.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: that one song everyone puts under their Khamzat edits, when you hear that one, you think immediately about him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: he’s open with you, he shares his secrets because he trusts you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: it took two months for him to properly asked you to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: angry, he will get angry and afterwards he’s the person who apologise and tries to make it up with you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He doesn’t really like to show you off like a prize but he loves to bring you around his family, showing them your good to him and that he’s good for you.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he would fight everybody (smash everybody). Nobody is talking crap about you, he will make sure of that.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He doesn’t see everything, he will see the basic things and knows when your not feeling well but that’s it, he doesn’t really know when your giving him these small hints.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: somewhere private, probably in a fancy hotel on a balcony.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: chilling around, your hands touching his back. After a good fight or training.

[viviettezheart]

{3} Ghost - Yato

Note! Smut, ghost!fem!reader, blowjob, not proofread…

★👻

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a god meets a ghost…what could possibly go wrong. One cannot die the other one is already dead…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry for not being on time with the dates i was like really motivated but now i kinda lost motivation to write…

👻★

Laying on your own grave in the cemetery was a weird feeling. You’re only 22 years old but died last year unfortunately because of a drunk truck driver who hit you as you were walking across the pedestrian path. The last thing you saw was your best friend waiting on the other side for you.

Its been now a year but no one visits your grave, not even your parents nor your best friend who saw you die in front of her eyes.

It made you sad as you saw all the other graves being visited from the family members while you visit your own grave in your ghost body. As you were laying there with your eyes closed until suddenly you felt the sun disappear…weird so you open your eyes only to be meet with a pair of ocean blue eyes. “Wa-Who are you?!” You asked, eyes widen as you noticed he could see you.

A human? Seeing a ghost? I don’t thinks so. “Or what are you?…”

“Name’s Yato!” He said enthusiastically with a big grin and hold his hand out for you. Does he not realize you’re a ghost. Ghosts can’t teach human but as you streched out your hand to shake it, you’re hand didn’t seep through it. “Are you human? Or also a ghost?” “No sweetheart i’m a god!” “A god?! “yes a god!” “…Oh god am i dreaming?” “Nope its all real…” “what is a god like you doing here at this cemetery?…” “your friend Maria prayed to me so i thought i could meet you in person and tell you her prayers!” The god spoke almost happily. How could he be so happy. Does he do things like that all the time…so many questions began to pop up in your head but you brushed them aside.

“What did she say?…” you gulped and looked up at him. “Dear y/n i hope you forgive me for that i couldn’t visit you…i deeply apologize and i miss you…i wish i could talk to you in person again…” He quoted. Tears began to escape your empty and hurt eyes. The god’s happy façade faded into a soft and empathetic expression. Thumb sliding along your lips as you turned your gaze away from the other graves and into his blue eyes.

“Don’t cry name your to pretty to cry…” yato bends down and smashes his soft lips against your cold ones. It took you by surprise as you hesitated to kiss him back but you felt like you could trust him so you kissed him back. It didn’t take long for him to pick you up and walk you bride style into his shrine…where you then meet Yukine.

Its been months now since you meet the god yato and his shinki Yukine. You three are basically like best friends except for the fact that yato and you are a thing. Yukine knows it but pretends to not know it. You were sitting with yukine at yato’s old shrine at the table on the floor when the door suddenly got slammed open making you two shriek. “Hello my two favorite people!” He said enthusiastically like always but this time it made you giggle. You actually found some people who visit you by being by your side 24/7.

You three have been sitting on the floor for a while now, watching a movie on the small tv that he found on the streets. It was a boring rom-com where you can’t really tell who loves who so when Yukine has fallen asleep with his head on the small desk on the floor you both decide it was a good idea to have some intimacy.

Quietly you sat yourself on his lap, facing him while wrapping your arms around his neck. One of his arms sneaked itself around your waist while the other one held your your underthigh as you were only hovering over his lap instead of fully straddling him. Sliding your hands down his torso to meet his crotch only to feel him already getting hard from nothing, you were only looking into his eyes but you guess your looks are this seductive to get him hard without even having to kiss or touch each other.

Yato began to blush a bit as you slide your body down while also sliding his pants with his boxers down. Freeing his hard cock. Your eyes widen a bit at the sight, licking your pink lips and stroking his dick. Yatos head falls back. Blue eyes staring at the run down ceiling but once you put your mouth on it his head falls forward, staring down at your innocent smiling face staring up at him. Yukine was still sleeping head down, deep in his slumber.

The tip of your tongue grazed his pink tip, licking the pre cum away and using is as lub for your hands to stroke the rest of his cock which wasn’t in your mouth. Moaning with him as yato whimpers almost whines as his hups buck up to meet your up and down bobbing head.

After a few minutes of him grabbing your hair and pushing your head up and down…helping you. Yato came inside your mouth and being the innocent girl you were you looked up at him again while opening your mouth, showing him the white cum his white cum just sitting in your tongue waiting to be swallowed which you did after giggling when yato blushed again…

“Thanks for the meal…” you kissed yatos lips as yukine slowly woke up at the same time as the movie ended.

[astralfms]

you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed JULIAN HENDRICKS walking by . don’t tell me you don’t know who he/him is ? they kind of look like mason gooding and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 27 years old right now . they’ve been living in palmview for the last sixteen years and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of jim halpert from the office . if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at sunset villas as a realtor . you see this town isn’t really that big of a place , some folks like to call them the charmer of palmview ! they took a liking to the name too after a while , go figure . oh crap , they must have heard me yapping , they’re coming this way . i got to warn you though , rumor has it they can pretty reckless at times . i wouldn’t take it too seriously though , from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty thoughtful to me . we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in sunny shores . i better leave you to it , it was nice meeting you .

STATISTICS:

full name: julian andrew hendricks

nicknames: juju ( mom only )

birthday: december 12, 1996

hometown: palmview, florida

occupation: real estate agent

hobbies: self proclaimed movie buff, occasional amateur dj, frequent dog walker

lives: sunny shores

from humble beginnings, julian’s story begins in a small bungalow in palmview, florida. rented to own by eliza and jerome hendricks, the couple decided to begin their family with his older sister, julian following only 26 months after. deciding their family was complete, the two dedicated their limited resources to ensuring their children had the most fulfilling childhood possible. his love for movies began at an early age, orange vhs tapes racking up by the stack and julian begging his parents to spend hours in front of the tv. he’d spend his time mimicking the characters, analyzing their movements and re-enacting the scenes for his family after dinner. noticing his spark for acting, julian’s parents signed him up for various auditions.  this starts his stint as a childhood actor, moving the family from tiny palmview to bustling los angeles, all for the sake of his career. attending a traditional school at first, julian starred in different plays for his elementary and middle schools, along with snagging different background appearances and commercials from time to time. it was never a secret to him that this was a job, becoming more prevalent to him after landing a key role in a children’s film. constant press tours, appearances, filming, and trying to finish seventh grade all at the same time became too overwhelming, his parents noticing his passion fading and his stress rising. small outbursts from him began to occur, leading the hendrick’s family to retire julian’s acting career and move themselves back across the country. the transition wasn’t easy, reeling at his fall from grace and his return to ‘normal’ life, times were rocky in the hendrick’s house for the next few years. it’s not until he lands a minor role in his tenth grade production of the crucible that julian begins to mellow out again, finding joy amongst his cast mates. this joy included his crush that would consume him for the next two years, auditioning for roles only for the chance to be her counterpart. his love for movies returned, subscribing for a membership at the local theater’s movie club that he still holds to this day. life had returned to what it once was, julian finding new passions while finding ways to honor the old ones.  college comes and he’s faced with a crossroads: go for juilliard’s acting program and try again for his dreams, or follow his crush to the university of florida and pursue a degree in business. julian chooses the latter, despite the urging of his family, and begins his stay at u of f, a proud resident for the next four years. the first semester of his freshman year proved to be nothing he’d expected, his lack of commitment and focus on his studies causing the downfall of his potential relationship. with the loss of her, and the realization he’d chosen the wrong path, julian found himself lost and wandering. the next few years are very much look down and grind ( with the occasional party ), determined to graduate with honors and land a decent job in real estate after graduation. it’s the least he can do, he figures.  post graduation has been dedicated to finding himself. he’s settled in his real estate job and managing financially, trying to figure out where he fits in outside of his own expectations. aside from spending time with his family, he can be found doing showings and open houses during the day, and producing amateur dj sets or rewatching his ten favorite movies by night. it’s a simple life, which he’s convinced himself he prefers. 

[chalterdh22]

Day 5: Winter Soldier in I’m Not Ticklish

Lee: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Ler: Y/N

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is having issues with his metal arm and being embarrassed by it.  You want to show him affection throughout his whole body, but he’s having a hard time letting you.  So, you do it your way, rather he admits it or not!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Mostly fluffy.

Bucky and you have been seeing each other for a few months now.  It hasn’t gone on the status of super intimate, but that’s mostly because he was afraid of physically hurting you.  But then again, you weren’t the typical lovey, dovey type either.  You were a tom boy growing up and had older brothers, so you had to be able to fend for yourself.

Still, you would every now and then want him to be intimate with you.  You would show him this by leaning on his arm while watching a movie.  He would drape his real arm around you.  He did very little his metal arm though, almost like he was embarrassed by it.

One evening, he was on the couch watching a comedy show.  Instead of taking your normal place on his right side, you squeezed in on his left.  He stiffened up a little bit as you put his metal arm around your shoulders.  You looked over at him smiling, seeing a deadpan face, that made you sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just….. nothing.”  Well, obviously you didn’t buy that for one second.

“Is it because I’m not holding on to your real arm or something?”

“Yeah, it’s just, I get more feeling from my real arm is all.” He shrugged and went back to watching the show.

“So, you have more feeling on your right side?”

“I guess.”  For some reason this sparked an image.  He didn’t say he had more feeling with his right arm, he said side.

“So, can you feel me do this?” I asked as I stroked his metal bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same feeling as if it were my right.”

“But you can feel this?”  He nodded his head yes, still looking at the tv.  He seemed to be loosening up a little.  Not so stiff as he first was.  “What about this?”  I traced my fingers under his metal arm.  He simply nodded he could feel it. 

I looked at his left side, and his shirt had a little hole in it where his armpit was.  I couldn’t tell though if it was real skin or still apart of the metal contraption.  He had never taken it on or off in front of me either, so I really didn’t know where it started and ended.  Still, no time like the present to investigate.

“It’s kind of nice though, not having much feeling on the one side.  It would help with any pain or discomfort someone was trying to cause you.”

“Sure.”  He agreed, still watching tv.  By this time though, his should were completely relaxed with his fake arm around me.  I shifted in my seat a bit, and took a finger and slowly, stealth like, or at least I thought I was being, stuck it through the hole in his shirt.  “What are you doing?” He turned to me with a small grin, which made my heart melt.

“You have a tiny hole in your shirt.”  I pointed out.

“And the 6-year-old in you wants to poke it and make it bigger?”  he asked, teasingly. 

“Yup.”  He shook his head a let out a small giggle, looking back at the tv.  He still had a small smile on his face.  I put my finger in the hole again, except further and felt the seam of real and metal.  I got no reaction though.

So, I traveled my finger down towards his real skin and boy did he feel that!  He flinched and flattened his arm to his side, removing it from my shoulder.  I was grinning watching him as he tried to figure out what to say or do.

“What?” I asked sweetly.  “I thought you couldn’t feel well on your left side.”  He cleared his throat, trying to be more serious.

“I can feel a little, just not that much.”

“Oh.” I took his arm in my on hand and pulled it on my lap to rest it, while my hand that was closest to him tripped up his side where his ribs were showing through his tight fitted shirt. 

“He-ey!  What are you doing?”  He jumped away from me.

“I’m just trying to see where you are and aren’t sensitive is all.”  Again, acting really sweet and innocent about the whole thing.  He knew though, where this was going.  I couldn’t tell though if he actually like it or not.  “Do you want me to switch sides?”

“No, it’s fine.  I guess I’m a little more sensitive than I remember.

“That’s one word for it.” I smiled.

“What?”

“You’re ticklish!”  I all but yelled at him.

“No, I’m not!”  He said, in a cocky way, looking away from me again.

“Prove it!” I was now turned directly to him on the couch.

“Will you let it go then?”

“I will try.  Come on!  It’s not everyday I see a good laugh out of you!  Let me have these few minutes, puh-leeease!”

“You are such a child.”  He said, shaking his head briefly.

After he said that, I went in and started massaging his ribs with a few of my fingers.  He totally flinched, tried to pin his arm on my hand, but I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me, because it would inevitably crush my hand.  So, then I swooped my other hand right on his hip bone and squeezed.  That got him to jump up to a full standing position, staring right down at me with a huge smile.

“What?”  I looked up at him with big eyes, patiently.

“Your turn now!”  Oh, no…..

[fandomficsnstuff]

Planning

(Warnings: Some angst, angsty fluff, fluff and some fluff at the end<3)

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Carl knocked on the doorframe as the door stood open, Daisy raising her head, thinking that maybe Maggie or Glenn had come back from the meeting early but she frowned when she saw that it was Carl, holding Judith. “Hey…” he muttered and she studied him before looking back at the small notebook she had with her, “hey” she muttered as she continued to write with a pencil that grew increasingly shorter with each page being filled. “What are you writing?”

“Names…”

“Names?”

“Of everyone…” she admitted, Carl studying her before walking inside with Judith, sitting on the windowsill with her in his lap and Daisy smiled at the baby girl. “She’s so cute” she muttered and Carl smiled and looked down at his sister “she is… she looks like my mom, doesn’t she?”

“She does… especially the eyes” Daisy agreed and Carl looked back up at her, the two sharing a brief look with faint smiles before she went back to writing names. It had barely been a few days since she moved out and moved in with Maggie and Glenn and he had to admit that he missed her. A lot. He missed seeing her, watching her babysit Judith and smile, he missed making her smile. And laugh…

“What kind of names are you writing?”

“Everyone who died…” she admitted quietly before frowning, without a doubt searching her memory for a last name or something before writing it down, adding a few more names before putting the book away on the nightstand with the pencil neatly placed on top of it. “Can you really remember all of them?”

“Yeah… I remember the names… I don’t know why, though” she admitted and Carl got up, walking over and sitting down on the bed where she was sitting, placing Judith on the bed and the baby girl lit up when she saw Daisy, crawling over to the middle of the bed against the wall where Daisy sat, who grinned and picked her up halfway, placing her in her lap. “She misses you…”

“I don’t think she’s old enough to miss me like that…”

“She does” Carl insisted with a smile, making Daisy smile as well when she looked at him. “She has your mom’s nose too” Daisy noted and Carl smiled “yeah, I’ve noticed that too… Do you look like your mom? Or… your dad?”

“You’ve seen my dad” she pointed out with utter amusement, laughing quietly “do you really think I look like him?” she asked jokingly and Carl laughed, gently shaking his head “not really, no” he admitted and she chuckled, looking back down at a grinning Judith “my mom always said I looked like my grandma…” Daisy remembered and gave a faint smile at Carl, who smiled in return “do you remember them?”

“Bits and pieces… but not really, no… I remember faintly that she had a garden out in front of her house, she had flowers there, all kinds, but daisies were her favorite” she admitted, Carl grinning “is that why you prefer Daisy instead of your name?”

“I remember that she used to call me her little daisy” she admitted sheepishly and Carl smiled “she sounds nice” he stated and she nodded in agreement “I think she was. I think my grandpa was too… I remember him letting me sit on his lap as he watched sports on the tv but I’m not sure if it’s even a real memory” she admitted, Carl shrugging lightly “I think it is.”

“You do?”

“Yeah” Carl stated with a shrug, smiling at Judith with a big grin. “Daisy? We’re back! We have to talk” Glenn called out, Daisy frowning at Carl, handing him Judith before scooting out of bed, Carl following her downstairs. “Hey, pie” Maggie greeted, a frown forming on her brows when she saw Carl coming down right after her with Judith. “Carl, you should talk to your dad” Glenn stated softly, Carl studying them before nodding, turning to Daisy “see you?”

“Yeah, sure” she nodded, watching him leave with Judith and Maggie sighed, approaching Daisy and sitting her down at the dining table with Glenn. “So… what?”

“We’re gonna fight” Maggie admitted, Daisy nodding with a light sigh “‘n Glenn and I have talked, and you should talk to your uncle ‘bout this… I’m going to keep watch on the perimeter-”

“But-”

“It’s alright, pie… we’re gonna fight for this place, for the Hilltop, ‘n this is the safest way that I can do it. You need to talk to your uncle about all of this…”

“Then I’m going to be on watch with you too” Daisy stated with a shrug, arms crossed over her chest and Maggie smiled softly at her “talk to your uncle ‘bout that, alright? But no matter what, if he says no to anythin’, you have to listen, pie… don’t go off thinkin’ of doing your own thing, not now, not this time” Maggie stated softly, Daisy studying her before nodding, Maggie nodding as she sighed “best go talk with him ‘bout this now. Go on, now” she urged and Daisy nodded, standing up, giving Maggie a brief hug before moving over to Glenn who hugged her, kissing the top of her head briefly before gesturing to the door “go on” he muttered, mostly to himself, and Daisy nodded, leaving the house to walk down the street to the house Daryl and Carol stayed in. She walked inside, looking around to find Daryl in the kitchen, an odd sight. He was sitting on the counter, fiddling with something on his hunting knife until he heard the door open and close, lifting his head up to see Daisy. “Hey” Daisy muttered, walking over and Daryl sighed heavily, putting his things away and got off of the counter, leaning against it “hey” he replied quietly, the two of them just standing there, a bit awkwardly, before he spoke up “you ain’t comin’ in with us, understand? I know you wanna help but you ain’t helpin’ with that… you’ll be outside, a’ight? With Maggie ‘n Carol” he admitted quietly, watching how she lit up at his words and he shook his head “you do as they tell you, a’ight?” he asked sharply but his sharp tone and harsh expression was gone the second she hugged him tightly, surprising him, but he eased into the hug, hugging her back. “Thank you, uncle Daryl… I just-... I don’t want to be on the sidelines all the time…” she stated quietly, Daryl taking in her words before sighing, hugging her a little tighter as he nodded “a’ight…”

“Can I crash here?”

“Sure, I’ll take the couch” he muttered casually, moving towards it when Daisy scoffed and made a run for it, somehow managing to vault herself over the back of the couch and land in the seat without breaking every bone in her body, destroying the couch or the coffee table in front of it, a proud smirk on her lips as she took up all of the couch, not that she was long enough that he couldn’t find a spot if he was truly dedicated to it, but he just scoffed and lifted up her feet, sitting down before placing them back in his lap as he got comfortable on the couch, Daisy giggling at the compromise. She had a grin on her face until she suddenly didn’t, Daryl noticing in an instant and he poked her foot, catching her attention “hey” he stated and she studied him before looking down at her hands, fiddling a little with them “I wish it could be like this… like if everything hadn’t happened… like if-... if that shop owner hadn’t been robbed that day… if he hadn’t died… if dead people hadn’t come back to life… I don’t think I’d be doing well in school…” she muttered, Daryl studying her with a frown before scoffing quietly “whatchu talking ‘bout? Why not?”

“I didn’t do well before” she pointed out and Daryl sat up a little straighter, Daisy mimicking him, pulling her legs to herself as she turned to face him on the couch, crossing her legs as she picked at her pant leg and a loose string by her ankle. “Lotta shit went on before” Daryl pointed out, Daisy nodding, keeping her head down “do you think momma is alive?...”

“Don’t know… Why? You been thinkin’ ‘bout her?”

“Not really… I just-... she was high and with some stranger when I left… and I took the gun under the sink with me. I didn’t want her to do something with the gun like last time…”

“Last time?” Daryl asked a little more sternly, Daisy’s cheeks turning red as she looked like a deer in headlights “what happened ‘last time’??”

“Nothing-”

“Delilah…”

“She-... she had been drinking a little and a friend of hers was over and he gave her something in a bag and after she took it she kept talking about the FBI and CIA watching us…”

“She hurt you?”

“No! No, she just-... she didn’t hurt me, she just-... shot at the wall a couple of times… and…”

“And?”

“And-... she turned to me and asked me if I could see them. She asked if they were dead… and she was smiling…”

“Whatchu say?...”

“I said ‘yes’… it seemed to make her happy and calm her down” Daisy muttered quietly, Daryl running a hand over his face in anger and although he’d never laid a hand on a woman, if his niece’s mother was here right now, he would have been close to knocking her out for this. “This ‘friend’, was he there when you left?”

“No, it was some other friend… they were doing gross things in the living room…” Daisy admitted with a scrunched up nose and Daryl scoffed, hiding an amused smile behind his hand, the only source of amusement for him being the way she had scrunched up her nose. “‘s good you came, ya know… ‘n took the gun with ya” he stated and she forced a smile and nodded, looking up at him briefly before sighing “so… when are we leaving?” she asked and he wished to God that he didn’t know what she was talking about, but he did, and he wished to hell and back that she wasn’t coming along with them, but she was. Honestly, she’d probably have strapped herself on top of the RV in order to come with them, whether they wanted it or not.

“Tomorrow” he replied and she nodded, a small silence filling the room before she slouched back down on the couch, placing her legs up over his again to get comfortable, grabbing a pillow to put under her head and Daryl scoffed. “A’ight then, but you ain’t gettin’ rid ‘f me that easily” he stated and she smirked “I wouldn’t have made it this far if it was that easy” she stated quietly, smiling at Daryl who scoffed and gently slapped her legs “c’mon, we’re meetin’ with the others to go over this” he stated and she nodded and got up after him, following him out of the house and towards the others. 

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Daisy stood at the end of the table as the man drew the map, silent, drawing in her own notebook with the worn down pencil that had small bite marks at the top of it. Her eyes flickered between what the man drew and her own notebook, taking note of everything, writing down notes so small that Maggie could barely read them when she peeked over her shoulder. As they continued to talk, Daryl noticed how Daisy’s ears wiggled every once in a while, as if she was on a different wavelength and sometimes tuned in on their station, catching glimpses of what they were saying, putting it together in her head and then continued writing and drawing, a small smirk on his lips at the sight. How the hell did her mom and Merle make her? How the hell did she come from either of them? He knew how, of course, but… how?

“We’ve done more with less” she stated suddenly and he was thrown back into the conversation, eyes lifting to look at her as she finished writing a sentence, closing her notebook and reaching over, pulling out the first sheet of paper that the man drew on, pointing at the lot. “It’ll be at night, so visibility is low. They want Gregory’s head, and they’ll get it. He put up a fight, which surprised everyone, you had to break his nose. You made sure to mercy him before cutting off his head as proof. You’ll bring it to them, late at night, showing them the head. You’ll have to get up close or they’ll have to come to you, either way we get them. They’re the lookouts, and since it’s night it’s highly unlikely that there are more than those two, though if they had a brain, they would have more” she commented the last part under her breath before pulling up the second sheet of paper, gesturing to the hallway “we’ll secure the pantry and once we’ve confirmed it’s location we’ll likely split up and go down each hallway, securing any armory and weaponry there is” she stated plainly, standing back up straight, Rick trying to hide his smirk, as did everyone else, except Jesus, the man who had drawn aaaaand… Daryl. “‘We’... ‘We’” he stated firmly and gestured to everyone but her, Carol and Maggie, and Daisy blushed a little before forcing herself to shrug “of course” she stated quietly, awkwardly clearing her throat “but my plan… it’s good, right?”

“Yeah… yeah, it actually is” Rick agreed, gesturing to a very proud Daisy “I agree. They want Gregory’s head, so we’ll give it to them, let them open up the place for us” he stated and Daisy grinned “so am I coming along tomorrow to help find-”

“No”

Pretty much everyone except Jesus and the guy who drew the map spoke in unison, Daisy pouting a little and Rick smirked at her “don’t worry, we won’t start anything without you” he almost teased and Daisy was about to say something when Daryl whistled briefly and sharply, catching her attention “go home, get some sleep” he ordered softly and she thought about saying no before just deciding to agree, turning around and leaving for the house.

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A single lamp was on inside the living room when Daryl returned to the house, he carefully opened the door, peeking inside at the living room to find her laying on the couch. She had closed her eyes, probably already miles away by the state of how relaxed she looked, his heart aching, bleeding for her and he saw that little girl that she was a nearly two years ago, laying on the couch at the Greene farm after having bolted after Rick when Carl was shot, not even stopping to catch her breath and the second she was there she had offered up her blood, only to practically pass out when she was told that it wouldn’t be possible and there was nothing she could do but wait. He studied her a while longer before nodding to himself, reaching over and grabbing a blanket from the chair nearby, unfolding it and laying it across her to cover her. He quietly and carefully reached down and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed, making sure she was under the covers, the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. He sat at the edge of the bed a while longer, studying her. He remembered how dirty and greasy her hair had been every time he saw her when she was a little kid, her mom dropping her off to party or get high and drunk, or all three together. The only time she ever looked happy, well-fed and clean was when she had been staying with her grandparents whenever Merle refused to let Daisy be dropped off at his place, usually because Daryl wasn’t around to take care of her.

Now she was in a real bed for the first time in years. Her hair was clean… -ish... Her clothes were clean, sort of, but she wasn’t dirty, her hair wasn’t greasy and matted, she didn’t have to go to school in old tattered clothes with shoes held together by duct tape. Though she still refused to part from her red converse sneakers and jeans, both having a few straps of duct tape on in their respective places, though it made it easy to track her, looking for the shoeprint of half a shoe and then duct tape. He nodded slightly to himself before quietly getting up, leaving the room but leaving the door ajar so if she woke up, she wouldn’t panic too much, she still had nightmares, Rick and Michonne had told him that, as had Maggie and Glenn when she moved in with them, that sometimes they’d hear her sobbing at night and Glenn would be the only one who could calm her down and sit with her, not even Maggie could, possibly because Glenn had known her longer, since the start of everything, the start of this new world.

He’d keep an ear open throughout the night for her.