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redroses07 · 6 months ago

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Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

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lostintransist · 30 days ago

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Death is Not Always Kind | Part 2

Find part one here.

A/N: Not gonna lie, more angsty shit because vile feelings popped up after therapy.

CW: Requests to be killed, manhandling, forced feeding. Russian via Google Translate (Please if it is wrong hit me up and we can fix it.)

AO3 | Death Masterlist

You listen as your mind comes back online. Staying awake for longer than an hour at a time had been hard since the white coats reduced your food intake. Sleep must have stolen you away as you lost tears under the cover on your head. Hearing wasn’t what it used to be, the scar tissue prevented you from hearing some of the softer sounds.

“Проснулась, хорошо.”

The voice, rough and disused, abuses you of the notion that you could feign sleep.

Peeling your tear-crusted eyelids apart you take in the drab space. Harsh lighting illuminates a mattress, sheets tucked tight enough to be flat, and a man sitting on the floor back leaning against the metal frame. His knees are bent, giving his elbows a resting place. The only skin visible is that of his hands. Webbing of scars works over, between, around his fingers. Some of the scars look angry, even from the distance between you. Those couldn’t have all been made on the same day.

Drifting back to his face you stare at the eye holes in his full head covering. Darkness looks out at you. He doesn’t have brown eyes, but you can’t decide what color they might be from here.

“Kill me,” you push the broken words past cracked lips.

“Het.”

Finality had no language barrier.

You shut your eyes.

Nikto watches you. When your request was denied again you retreat, eyes going distant before closing. Familiar with the concept of hiding within one’s mind he texts Krueger.

<Bring soup, and water.

No acknowledgment beyond a thumbs up. He takes less than five minutes. Krueger opens the cardboard-coated wood that they called a door and passes both the water bottle and the mug of steaming broth. He lowers himself to one knee, head tilting to hover level with yours. Pinching an eyelid between two gloved fingers he waits until your body fights to close the lid before speaking.

“Sit. Time for fluids.”

Krueger lets your lid drop into place, resting both forearms atop his knee. His patience lasts no longer than a sparkler.

“Nikto, onto the bed.”

Following orders came easier than breath. Settling the bottle and mug on the small bedside table he shifts from floor to bed. Nikto leans against the wall, boots hanging over the end of the mattress. Krueger decided to spoon-feed. Mores the pity for you.

You are lifted, none too gently, from the cot where you rest. Marionettes have more structure and support to their movements than you do when you land in Nikto’s lap. The two men maneuver you until your head lolls against Nikto’s shoulder and the rest of you is supported by his strong body. You weigh almost nothing. He curls one arm around your center.

The spoon now in Krueger’s hand must have come from a pocket. Nikto hadn’t experienced empathy in too many years to count, but looking at the pocket spoon he could feel the stirrings of it in his chest. Krueger would often carry dead rodents in his pockets on jobs to serve as distractions for animals they passed on their ways.

A firm hand takes hold of your chin, pulling you up. Nikto settles a hand behind your head to keep it upright. Only the flutter of a pulse at your neck confirms that they are not trying to feed a corpse.

You give no response when the spoon taps against your lips, requesting entry. In the space of one blink, Krueger is digging his fingers into the hinge of your jaw, thumb prying your chin down. Nikto watches as his other hand crosses under the other to spoon up an offering. When it is ladled across your tongue you shift, powering up like a solar turbine in full daylight.

Clawing at his arm and hand you shake in his hold. Nikto can’t decide if your scarred hand on his is pleasure or pain.

“Kill me,” you demand.

Krueger responds, surprising everyone in the room.

“Get strong enough to do it yourself.”

He puts another spoon of broth into your mouth.

Likes are amazing! Reblogs are better (that lets your followers see what you like.)

@meinemauschen

Translation via Google:

Просыпайся, хорошо - Awake, good.

Het - No.

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#cod #fanfiction #cod x reader #cod nikto #nikto x reader #call of duty nikto #cod krueger #sebastian krueger #lostintransit #lostintransit writing #ansgt #like yikes I'm gonna hurt my own damn feelings here

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floralscented · 3 days ago

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the amount of times i've had to address this because she literally will not fucking stop is insane. @artyandink, for the last fucking time, leave me alone <3 stop coming in my inbox anonymously trying to get me to talk about your fics & promote them thinking i can't tell it's you. stop asking to use my ideas even after you've BEEN BLOCKED. stop keeping tabs on me to see what i'm writing for now so you can start writing for it. i'm dead serious it's about to give me a fucking aneurysm.

it is not subtle. and as stupid as you think i am, from the way you did all of this & are still fucking continuing, you sure do like the things i put out! i am noticing it. people are SHOWING me it. move the fuck on. find your own voice! stop trying to steal mine and what i'm writing about. i'm tired of speculating on why you are doing this and just want it to fucking END.

writing clark kent & making bots for him just because i started it is fucking mental. naming people in your fic bonnie & clyde after the au that i made that you asked to use, and still did anyways even if it was private, when i said no is MENTAL.

on this note, anyone that follows me that also supports or interacts with arty, please show yourselves out, too. if you want to know why, look here & here since i've had to address this publicly three times now. but i'm tired of going about my life & pretending that over on her side of the internet, she's not STILL taking my ideas, or using the ones that she already has, because she doesn't have a single original bone in her body.

no! i do not know about your bodyguard & president fanfic, arty! because i did not ever actually fucking read it!

and if by the grace of god, somehow, this isn't you ( which is highly doubtable ) i'm sorry to these anons that this two faced, five identitied grown woman has made me this weary to have to respond like this. i am not usually hostile, i don't think, but constantly having her shit in my dms, having her try to make me promote her shit, is INSANE.

i have moved on. you are the one that cannot keep my name out of your mouth to other people trying to salvage your fall from grace, saying that whatever i'm saying isn't true, and then coming into my messages the one other time within EIGHT MINUTES of me unblocking you, saying that you're so sorry that this is happening and feigning ignorance. go to hell. i tried to handle this civilly and privately and every single time instead you took to your tumblr feed to try and paint me as a bad guy, or discredit everything that YOU PUT ME THROUGH. so truly, go to hell <3 and actually fucking listen to me and leave me alone. i do not talk about you or think about you when you're not actively doing this shit, so stop monitoring my account and especially stop stalking my cai just because i cant block you on there.

and while you're at it, find some creativity on your own. it'd do you some good in the long run to actually make something yourself and not piggyback off of others & their success and THEIR WORKS.

#artyandink #weirdo alert !!! 🚨#LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!#dnf if you support her <3 #bc none of her ideas are her own. at least a little part of most of them is mine.

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whereireid · 2 years ago

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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pairing: tonowari x omatikaya!fem reader

Summary: After mating with Tonowari, you experience a glimpse of domesticated bliss. Grateful that you’ve chosen a doting mate, you bask in your relationship, despite the insecurities that plague you regarding his old mate, Ronal. After you confess this to him, he decides to show you just how over her he truly is.

— warnings: age gap (21/yo reader) mutual pining, plot, family drama time oops, mentions of insecurity, reader doesn't feel worthy of being tonowari's mate, fluff, smut, dead ronal, bathing ! nsfw content (bc this wouldn't be a sex pollen fic if it was sfw 🙄) nipple sucking, brief mention of tonowari having lactation kink, fingering, orgasm denial, oral sex [f recieving] p in v, mating, breeding kink.

There is no longer a fire which blazes within you.

You wonder how there ever even was to begin with. Surrounded by water, your flame should have been snuffed out the minute that it was sparked. The cool breeze of the reef should have blown out the flicker before it began to burn wildly.

The irayo flower — a token of your homeland, beautiful with its lavender purple and tulip pink hues — had a side effect so dangerous that it caused a sickly fever to pulsate through the Metkayina leader. A fever that no medicine could cure. A fever, cooled by only your touch and your touch alone.

Inside of you, there is silence. Despite the fact your face no longer burns with heat whenever you gaze at the Metkayina leader, you still drown in desire and want. Tonowari is sleeping, cocooned by his hammock, a peaceful expression clouding his face as his chest rises and falls slowly, soft breaths leaving his mouth.

You wonder if the sea had claimed you before you had claimed it. You knew your sisters and brothers had no trouble adapting — Lo'ak felt more at home here than he had in the tribunal forests of your homeland, and Kiri felt comfortable and in touch with Ewya wherever she went. Neteyam, the mighty warrior, had adapted quickly to the new hunting rituals, bringing home many pounds of fish, and Tuk had impressively learnt in days how to weave items of clothing by using Metkayina flora.

They'd adapted properly, using their labour to find a way to fit in, and though your family would always be outcasts — with your five fingers a contrast to their four, a constant reminder that you are alien — their labour proved their worth. They were accepted.

Though you're smiling at the thought of your brothers and sisters, your heart tugs — how would they react to the news? When your father had hounded you to find a mate, he surely meant someone more... age-appropriate. Your father certainly did not mean that he wanted you to mate with someone whom he often drank Pongu Lumpia with.

Shaking your head, your fingers close around your robe. It's a maroon red, woven by Tuk with flora she'd found in a cave on the reef. It cocoons you into a shield of warmth, hiding you from the cool ocean breeze which rustles throughout Tonowari's marui. The cold air causes him to stir in his sleep, the coolness a sharp contrast to his heated body.

You watch as he grumbles in discontent, his ears twitching in annoyance, your own flittering upwards in anticipation. "Tonowari," you whisper, edging towards the Metkayina leader, your fingers darting over his thighs when you reach his hammock. "The sun is rising. You must wake soon."

"It has not risen, yet. Come to bed, little one. I miss your warmth."

Tonowari's voice is groggy, ridden with sleep, and you hesitate, your fingers lingering on his strong thighs. "We must tell my parents—"

"—We will tell them later. Join me, for now. We will do whatever you wish when the sun has risen."

You pout in disproval, though you listen. The hammock is comfortable, adapting to your weight as you sink inside of it, and you squeak slightly as Tonowari's strong arms wrap around your frame. "You're so warm, little one," he grunts, his voice rumbling in his chest as he speaks, his nose nuzzling against your own. "It must be because of that robe."

Goosebumps flicker up your skin as Tonowari's hand begin to sneak underneath your garment. His fingers make lewd movements, darting from your abdomen up towards your chest, a shiver ghosting up your spine as his thumb flicks over your nipples, which harden as the cool breeze begins to wash over your frame.

"Would you like for me to take it off?" You moan, and it sounds so sweet that Tonowari's cock throbs with need. Your heart hammers in your chest as his deep blue eyes bore into your own, his finger gently begging to roll your nipple between his fingers.

"I do not want you to get cold, little one," Tonowari mumbles, his breath flittering against your chest as he dips his head, his lips peppering gentle kisses against your skin. "Keep it on."

There's a foreign sensation that crackles through you once Tonowari's lips wrap around one of your nipples. As he gently begins to suck, you gasp, your body jolting towards his as an overbearing feeling of electricity pulses through you. It bites at every nerve, making your body throb with electricity.

"Oh." You mewl, your face growing insatiably hot as Tonowari hums against your nipple, your eyes shutting tightly as he purrs against your skin. "This feels—"

"—Good," he finishes your sentence, pulling away from your breasts, a lewd trail of spit following him. Your gaze flickers down towards him, and you wishes you hadn't even bothered looking, because a moan catches in your throat when you see his swollen lips and lust-filled eyes trailing over your body.

Tonowari's tongue wets his lips, before he dips his head to latch his mouth around your nipple again. It's a strange sensation, to say the least. You've never really explored yourself there before — but now you're really wishing you had.

You squirm under Tonowari's touch, and a moan catches in your throat, but you're unsure of whether or not it actually escapes your lips or dies before it gets to do so. His lips wrap around your sensitive nub, careful as his sharp teeth begin to graze softly against the bundle of nerves, and your hands instinctively fall down to his head, your fingers running over his braids as he laps at your nipple.

Tonowari's tongue skilfully swirls around your nipple, and warmth pools in your lower belly as he begins to grow eager, his hands darting down towards your loincloth. "Please," you beg, though you're not exactly sure what you're begging for. Warmth curls at every nerve inside of you as his fingers disappear under your loincloth, your breath still in your chest as you try to anticipate his next move.

“Breathe, little one,” Tonowari utters, his fingers gently brushing over your slits, the sensation making you melt with warmth.

You nod and try to steady your breathing. Tonowari is still and it's driving you crazy — your hips instinctively buck against his fingers, and a breathy whine escapes your mouth. He shoots you an unimpressed look, and you blush. Once your breathing is even, Tonowari continues. Though the soft flickers of his brows are knitted together and his eyes are somewhat narrowed from your eager bucking, his touch is gentle, his wet, warm mouth wrapped around your nipples, his tongue beginning to flicker again.

Every nerve inside of you is lit, blazing and burning wildly. His fingers gently part your sticky folds, electricity crackling up your spine as he sucks at your sensitive nipples, his eyes lulling shut soothingly.”

"You are going to be even more needy for this once you're carrying our child," Tonowari says, his fingers gliding up and down your slits, satisfied with how wet and needy your cunt is. "Is this your first time being pleasured in such a way?"

"I've never touched myself there before," you admit hoarsely, shivering as Tonowari nibbles at your bud in response, the sensation sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach. "Just my — my, uh—"

"—Just your cunt. I know, little one. I saw everything when we committed Tsaheylu."

Your face blazes with embarrassment, but Tonowari does not falter. You swallow thickly, a whine catching in your throat as Tonowari's fingers press into your cunt, the curling of his digits making you jolt. The unexpected intrusion makes you mewl in appreciation, your hands pressing eagerly against the back of his head, encouraging him to keep sucking.

It's all you want. The sensation feels electric, and it makes you drown in heat. The air in the marui is scorching, making it difficult to breathe, but you focus on the rising and falling of your chest, not wanting him to stop again.

"I forget how new you are to all of this," he chuckles lowly, the sensation vibrating against you, making you mewl. Insecurity tugs at your heart, because you are new to this — but your mate seems so delighted. "You're so reactive. Tell me, little one, do you like this?"

Tonowari bites at your nipple, and you gasp, rutting into his hand like you're in heat. The sensation makes tears bubble in your eyes, because it stings to have your sensitive bud pressed between his two, sharp canines, but you're so wet that it doesn't matter, a sultry twinge shooting through you at the lewd action.

"Yes, I like it," you mumble drunkenly, your eyes blown and dark, your body craving him. His fingers curl inside of you appreciatively, a soft squelch echoing around the mauri, and he grins against your chest.

"Mmm. You're going to love it once you're with child," he states lowly, his fingers slowly working at your cunt, scissoring you open. "If you're this sensitive now..."

He trails off, unable to finish his sentence, and you let out a breathy moan. Between the lewd curling of Tonowari's fingers and the feeling of his hot mouth suckling at your chest, you feel yourself growing blind. Heat flashes through your body, an insatiable warmth pooling in your stomach as your thighs begin to tense, locking his hand in place as he fingers your cunt.

It feels so good. Tonowari devours you; his entire presence sending shocks shooting through your body. It's so deliciously wrong to have the Metkayina leader sending you into oblivion with his sharp teeth and gentle mouth, and you gasp as you squelch and squirm and clench down around his fingers, your moans mortifyingly loud.

"I need to — Tonowari, please, I need to —" you plead, your eyes beginning to grow heavy and your body edging towards numbness as his teeth catch your nipple again, rolling his rough tongue against the bud gently.

"Breathe." He says, tone so sharp that it feels like a knife, your body prickling with heat as your orgasm approaches; hard and fast and heavy, weighing your body down as you begin to tremble and shake against him.

Your eyes are closed so tight that you see stars. Tonowari's fingers curl inside of you as you attempt to take a deep breath, and you wail, the feeling so overwhelming and good that you begin to cry. Your chest is heaving — really heaving, and your lungs burn with the urge to breathe but you just can't, and despite Tonowari's reminder earlier, you’ve forgot.

Your body writhes beneath him. You wriggle, pleading for air because each stroke of his fingers and flicker of his tongue makes it impossible to breathe. You can't even think anymore, so dumb from the hot sparks which shroud your body into what you thought to be unattainable bliss that your nerves grow numb.

"Little one, you need to breathe," Tonowari repeats, but your ears are ringing and you can't hear him because his teeth are rolling over your nipples and he's sucking so good and his fingers are curling inside of your cunt so tortuously. You can't hear anything except for your own blood pumping inside of you and the shameful squelching of your cunt, and you hump against his fingers eagerly.

Just when you're on the brink of cumming, just as you suck in air and begin to shake and convulse, he stops.

You begin to gasp for air, writhing against his chest, your eyes tired and heavy as all of his movements stop. Tonowari pulls away from your chest, his look of disapproval burning through you.

"You forgot to breathe," he says accusatory. Your eyes peek over him, and your breath stills in your chest again. Tonowari's eyes are so blown that his irises are being swallowed, leaving just a thin ring of the aqua-blue around the edge.

"I'm sorry. Felt too good," you mumble breathy, your fingers splayed over Tonowari's head, pushing him eagerly towards your chest. "Please?"

He frowns, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I cannot please you if you do not breathe."

"I will breathe, yawne," you utter desperately, beginning to hump at his fingers. "I promise you I will breathe. Please, Tonowari, I need to feel good."

His lips press against your neck. His mouth is warm and wet, and he suckles slightly, a shiver spreading throughout you as he laps at the skin. Tonowari begins to pepper his kisses down towards your chest, leaving gentle bruises in the wake of his lips, and your body instinctively presses against him as his mouth brushes against your nipples.

"You're so good, yawne," you praise, your eyelids growing heavy as his lips reattach to your nipples, hot sparks exploding throughout your body. "So good to me."

You focus on your breathing this time — in, out, in out, in out. Tonowari's fingers curl inside of you again, and it's back to square one. Except, not really. You're so hypersensitive that as his teeth graze against your nipple, teasing and deliberate, you cunt clenches, and Tonowari grunts.

He's so hard that it physically hurts him. The lavender tip of his cock is leaking with pre-cum, but he doesn't even bother to move in an attempt to fist himself free of the shackles of his own desire for an orgasm. Tonowari is so focused on you and what makes you feel good, which just so happens to be anything he does.

You're appreciative of the fact that he's focusing on your pleasure rather than his own. Tonowari explores you, his tongue darting across your skin, goosebumps rising in it's wake, before returning back to your sensitive, swollen nipples.

Your chest feels so tight. Your heart hammers, pounding, and you focus on your breathing, making sure to satisfy Tonowari. You feel his cock, hard and rigid, pressed up against your thighs, as you try to brush against him but it's impossible. You can't move, pinned under his weight, under the feeling of his delicious tongue which swirls skilfully around your nipples and the curling of his fingers.

"I'm going to —"

"Do it."

You whimper, nodding eagerly at his words, dragging your lips between your teeth. It all feels too good, too much, and you begin to convulse. Warmth spreads throughout your abdomen, your cunt growing even slicker as he fingers you, rolling into the spongy spot inside of you with ease.

It feels like a knot is violently unraveling inside of you. Your breathing becomes unsteady, uneven; manic and quick. The knot feels like it's being ripped apart. Snapped and torn and frayed.

You let go of everything. You feel nothing but him. His touch is ecstasy, and you feel divine, holy as you cum.

The rays of the sun blind you as you come undone around him. Twitching, jolting, shaking. You're blazed with pleasure, dumb with need, and Tonowari's ears twitch eagerly, listening to every moan and cry that spews past your lips.

You blink, hazily, your breathing uneven as his fingers pull out of you, his mouth still suckling on your breasts. Tonowari groans, his hands grabbing at your skin, squeezing your hips tightly.

Confusion clouds you as Tonowari’s hips judder against your thighs, a gasp of realisation slipping past your lips as his hard cock pulls away from your plump flesh. He’s came — his own breathing is uneven and steady, and he’s left a painting of sticky cum against your skin. His ears pin tightly against his head, but he doesn’t seem embarassed at all. It’s like this is a totally normal thing for him.

And maybe it is. But it’s not for you. Your eyes are wide in shock, your fingers still as they press against Tonowari’s chest. His face is now inches away from yours, and he has a satisfied, smug grin plastered across his lips.

“Was that good, little one? Did that satisfy you?”

“You came.” You say, bewildered, your hands shaking as they press against his chest, your brows knitted together in confusion. “How — Why did you —“

“Your pleasure is my pleasure, yawne.” Tonowari mumbles, and the term of endearment makes your heart soar. “This is not unusual for me.”

As always, you frown. Tonowari is referring to his previous encounters, with his previous mate. Jealousy pricks at your heart and you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to fill such big shoes. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers pinching you cheek, and you scowl, your tail thrashing behind you.

“You like making me feel good?” You ask timidly, eyes crinkling as the sun blinds you, hiding yourself in Tonowari’s chest.

“It is what I enjoy doing the most. Pleasuring my mate is my greatest pleasure.” Tonowari affirms, shooting you a loving smile before his head turns to the entrance of the mauri, his eyes squinting from the sun. “I wish we could continue, little one, but the sun has risen.”

The sun has risen. You pout, somewhat disappointed that it can’t continue, because your body still feels electric from where he’d been pleasuring you. “It’s time to tell my family about us,” you say breathlessly, and Tonowari grins.

“Yes, it is.”

The walk back to Tonowari's marui is solemn. Whilst your father had disapproved, at least at first, he'd shrunk into himself once you'd told him that you and Tonowari had committed Tsaheylu, now bound together for life. It's somewhat ironic — Jake Sully cannot criticise you for who you'd chosen your mate to be. Your father had not only stolen your mother from Tsu'tey, a mighty warrior of the Omatikaya, he'd also been actively working against your community and your culture when doing so.

Eventually, your father accepted. Although he almost keeled over in the process, he'd accepted.

Tonowari didn't celebrate the way you thought he would. He just nodded his head and thanked your father for approving, and then turned heel and left.

And you'd followed him.

That's how you've ended up here.

The floor is almost scorching, and you shuffle forwards in discontent. Despite living in Awa'atlu for a few months, you still haven’t quite gotten used to the insatiable heat. You feel sweaty, uncomfortable, and your heart tugs as your mate pulls you towards his marui, your eyes flickering over towards him.

He hadn't even celebrated. Maybe it was because he knew your parents couldn't exactly deny you of him — Ewya had approved of your bond, and he is also Olo'eyktan. This is his clan, and you are his mate.

But... maybe that wasn't the case. And you don't want to think this way, you truly don't, but a little voice is in the back of your head is telling you that he didn't celebrate because he'd been through all of this before. Tonowari, perhaps, didn't celebrate because he had no need to — he'd been mated before, with Ronal, and he'd probably went with her to tell her parents, also. And he'd probably celebrated then, because she was the love of his life and she was supposed to be his mate forever.

You grimace, pushing your doubtful thinking away. You know of Ronal. She was a strict Tshaìk, yet a loving mother. A fierce leader. Her connection with Ewya was strong, and your heart pulls in your chest as Tonowari's fingers intertwine with yours.

There's an ounce of comfort in the small gesture. Safety. Your ears pin backwards and you look away, your eyes fleeting over every grain of sand as an excuse to not look at him.

The reef is booming with life. Children run, and parents chase them. Nobody even looks your way — Tonowari had promised you that they wouldn't. Until your bond is announced, nobody would think that you were both seeing each other, rather just assuming that he was just guiding you somewhere.

When you see the familiar, curvy triangular shape of the marui, your ears prick upwards. You try to stop at the entrance, needy for rest, but Tonowari's strides don't falter, until your hands slip from one another's grasp.

"Why have you stopped, little one?” Tonowari asks, his voice gentle as he eyes you suspiciously.

You hesitate under his pointed gaze, shuffling on your feet. "I thought we were going back home."

"I have something I want to show you," he utters, offering out his hand. "Come on, little one.”

"Where are we going?”

"I will show you. Come on."

You pause, eyes flickering from the marui to your mate, before you begrudgingly accepting his hand. Despite the two of you both being Na'vi, the size difference is overwhelming — Tonowari towers over you by a couple of feet, and his hand is so big that it sheathes the both of yours.

Minutes pass, and there is only silence. There is no conversation shared between the two of you. Tonowari holds your hand proudly, guiding you towards the rocky reefs. The slippery surface of the rocks makes your heart patter in your chest fearfully — you still hadn't quite gotten used to the feeling of slimy seaweed on your feet, and your hesitant steps are proof of that.

"You have not yet adapted," Tonowari chuckles, his grip on you strong as he guides you between two rocks, that stand tall and mighty.

"It's not that easy." You mumble, shivering as cold washes over you as the rocks begin to hide the sun.

He smiles. "You will learn soon, little one."

As your eyes adjust to the loss of sunlight, you can't help the awe that tugs at your heartstrings as you realise where Tonowari has taken you.

In your homeland, there was no such thing as a private, docile place to clean. All of the Omatikaya, including the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk, used a communal lake to bathe. Although the clan leaders were allowed to bathe alone, the others bathed together. There was just simply not enough water in the forest for the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk to have a personal, intimate area to clean and bathe together.

But here — in the reefs — there is nothing but water.

"What is this?" you whisper, your skin crawling with goosebumps as Tonowari presses his lips to your forehead gently.

"What do you think?" Tonowari quips back, watching as your nose crinkles as you breathe in the husky, earthy smell, your eyes scanning over the deep, pear-shaped entrance of the shelter.

There's something so intimate about how Tonowari guides you. His hands are resting on your shoulders, eagerly pushing you towards into the cave, your eyes falling on the downwards curve of the floor, which transcends into a pool of milky, steaming water.

"Is this yours?"

Your mate smiles, his nose nuzzling into your neck, his fingers slipping down towards your loincloth, gently beginning to untie its knot. "It is ours," he states, his face illuminated only by the blue and green bioluminescence moss which laps at the sides of the pool. "I heard from your father that in your homeland, the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk did not have their own private bathing quarters."

"When did you hear that?"

"JakeSully loves to complain when he's intoxicated. Pongu Lumpia makes him even more insufferable than usual," Tonowari grunts, smiling as your loincloth drops to the floor, leaving you bare in front of him. "He feels that as Toruk Makto he is worthy of privacy."

Tonowari's freckles are glowing in the dim light of the cave. “I say that he gave up the title of a mighty warrior when he fled his home.”

You try not to giggle, but it’s really, really hard. Tonowari has always been critical of your father, and his small joke actually allows you to bask in a sense of comfort.

Warmth cocoons you as he ushers you into the pool of milky water, watching as you submerge yourself. The silky hot water is perfect, and your face flushes with a light sheen of sweat and embarrassment as your mate begins to undress himself.

He stands so proud as he shows himself to you. You feel warm and gooey as he traipses into the water, and you try to focus on anything but him. There’s a slight lingering feeling of dread which pulses through you, ruining the slightly intimate moment, because you know deep down that Tonowari had shown Ronal this exact cave before.

The cool, fluorescent algae illuminates the cave, and there's a low, bioluminescence glow shining from beneath the milky substance in the water. It's beautiful in the cave, and pieces of moss glow like stars above you.

Your heart tugs in your chest as Tonowari's hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer towards him in the water. "What is on your mind, little one?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss to your wet temple, his lashes long and damp, soaked from the water. "You have been quiet ever since we left JakeSully’s marui."

The blissful solitude shrouds you, and you let your head hang on his chest, which has a shines turquoise from the water. "Nothing. I'm fine, Tonowari," you mumble, shooting him a gentle smile as he embraces you, his braids sticking to the wet skin of his back.

"You do not seem fine," he grumbles, careful as he picks up some circular moss which resided on the rocks. He squeezes the soft green plush, gentle as he begins to excrement soap from it, rolling it between his fingers. As soapy duds begin to form, he hums, rolling the moss against your skin, using gentle circular motions when he washes you. "Do you wish to tell me what is bothering you, little one?"

Tonowari's interaction with your father keeps replaying inside your head. Everytime it repeats, your heart pulls, cracks in half, and you can't tell if you're being dramatic or emotional or what. Tonowari hadn't reacted, he hadn't celebrated, he hadn't even smiled when he got your father's approval.

Because he'd been through it all before. With Ronal.

As he's washing you, soft in his motions as he rolls the soapy moss against your skin, all you can think about is how he's done this before with someone else. It plagues you. It's like a sickness.

"Yawne, I cannot help if you do not say anything," he says softly, beginning to cup the milky water in his hands, his ears twitching as the water trickles your skin.

“How are you over her?”

“Over who?”

“Ronal.”

Tonowari pauses for a brief second, before continuing to wash the duds off of your skin. Your voices echo around you, bouncing off of the cave walls, and your face flushes when his hands gently begin to massage your shoulders.

“She died a long time ago, little one. I cannot live in solitude and mourn any longer. She is with Ewya now.”

“But you’re supposed to mate for life. You’re — you’re still here. She’s still your mate.”

Tonowari frowns, his motions gentle and circular, his thumbs riding down to your back, focusing on a tight knot between your shoulder blades. “You are my mate.”

The silky hot water mixed with Tonowari’s fluid motions is an incredible soother. You feel like all of your tension is melting away, and despite the self-doubt and insecurity which flitters throughout you, you find yourself relaxing.

“But so is she.” You’re exasperated, confused.

You knew Tonowari had been mated before. You knew all of this before you chose him.

So why now, when you’re in too deep, are you having second thoughts?

“You are my mate.” Tonowari’s voice is soft, fleeting against your ear. “Do you need me to remind you of just how badly I want you, little one?” His breath fans against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine and your stomach flips at his words.

You shake your head, a gentle gasp slipping past your lips as Tonowari turns you, his grip on your shoulders harsh as he does so. His palm squeezes your skin uncomfortably, and your breath hitches in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, so black and blown that the ring of ocean blue is barely visible.

“No, Tonowari. I don’t need a reminder.” Your voice is hoarse as you speak, wavering slightly as Tonowari’s nose nuzzles against your shoulder. “I know I’m your mate.”

“I do not think that you’re aware of how badly I’ve wanted you, little one.” His fingers dance against your skin, and his arms become submerged by the hot, silky water. Tonowari's hands cup your thighs, his body ushering you to the edge of the pool, and you squeak as you feel mossy rocks press against your back. "Ever since you came to the reef, I have not been able to keep my eyes off of you, and the second you gave me that irayo flower... it was the greatest excuse to get close to you."

"Excuse?" you murmur, breathless as his strong arms sit you against the rocks, his nose rubbing against your inner thighs. "What do you mean, excuse?"

Tonowari's teeth graze against your skin and you whine, your heart pitter-patting in your chest as his rough tongue laps at your skin, leaving dark-coloured bruises in its wake. “It hurt, yawne, more than you’d ever know. And like I told you — I was rutting like a newly mated Na’vi, and the only relief I got was when I would see you, and that is when I knew you were sent to me. From Ewya.”

“Oh,” you breathe, your heart tightening in your chest as Tonowari’s lips press against your cunt. His tongue laps at you eagerly, the rough muscle parting your slits, and a gentle whine slips past your mouth as he does so. Hot, electric sparks shoot up your skin, and your legs jolt slightly as his tongue swirls gently around your clit. “Tonowari.”

“You wonder why I chose you,” he purrs against your cunt, the vibration sending shockwaves through your pussy. “I wonder how you could ever choose me.”

The intimacy of Tonowari between your legs makes your stomach clench. Despite being recently mated, he hasn’t had an incredibly high libido — you haven’t snuck off to rut at every possible chance, rather having an even and steady sex life. But this — the way he’s nuzzling against your cunt, licking and lapping and sucking at the heat sloppily shows something different a

A primal side to him you haven’t seen before.

He's grunting, and you look down for a second, confused as to why he’s making noses. Then you notice his hand, which strokes up and down his cock in a steady motion. Tonowari is pleasuring himself whilst pleasuring you, and you moan, so conflicted to how a man can make you feel so horny.

Tonowari's tongue draws patterns on your clit, and his breathing becomes heavy as he strokes his cock, his eyes lulling as he laps at your cunt. He's so eager to please, kissing your heat softly, listening to every mewl and whine, and your stomach begins to twist, growing insatiable with every roll of his tongue.

And then you feel it — the knot inside of you begins to break, twist apart, fray at the hem. It's so peaceful this time, so satisfactory, and your moans bounce off of the cave walls as you cum, your hands behind Tonowari's head, pushing his face into your cunt needily. You hump against him like you're in heat, the feeling of his rough tongue stroking you through your orgasm making you shake.

"I must show you how much you mean to me, yawne," he comments, his voice shaking slightly as he strokes his uncomfortably hard cock with need. "Can I breed you?"

"Breed me?" You ask, exasperation lacing your tone as Tonowari joins you on the rocks, his strong hands pinning you underneath his body.

"That is what I asked, is it not?" He utters, his body sheathing your view of the bioluminescent moss which litters the top of the cave, shrouding your vision with black. The only light you have comes from the light-blue specks on his face, and a breathy moan leaves your mouth as Tonowari's cock glides through your slits, an unexpected jolt of electricity shooting up your spine.

"I'm just confused as to why you asked. We've done this before."

"I want you to carry my child, little one," he grumbles, a low groan sliding past his plush, sapphire lips as his tip rolls against your clit. "This is not just making the bond. I will be doing this with the intention of you growing plump with life."

You literally can't imagine anything hotter than being swollen and filled with Tonowari's children. You can't speak, the feeling of his tip rolling against your clit sending electric sparks fluttering through your nervous system. "Please," you squeak out, your heart burning with desire as his girthy tip presses against your entrance, your tight cunt beginning to sheathe his lavender tip.

"You are going to look so beautiful when I'm finished with you," Tonowari hisses, his stomach tight as his hips begin to roll into you, even and steady. "So beautiful, carrying our children, whilst practicing to become Tshaìk. I chose well."

Everything feels raw and sensitive. Your cunt clenches down around him, your senses somehow heightened in the dampness of the cave. Steam from the hot pool of milky water begins to evaporate, your skin covered with an aqua blue sheen from the condensation. Pressure pools in your lower belly, your ears twitching with every roll of his hips, your cunt tight when the tip of his cock brushes deliciously against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt.

It feels so liberating, knowing that he wants you. Truly wants you. You're not just a replacement — each needy thrust of his hips tell you that. Tonowari's fingers desperately grab at your queue, and you whine at the uncomfortably tug, but hot white flashes spark through your nerves system when his tendrils connect with yours.

Holy shit. This feels so much better than when he first ever bonded with you, and your legs shake as he stretches you thin. It's so painful but so amazing. His cock is nestled deep inside of your cunt, and you're so slick, so wet, droplets forming on your skin from where the reside of the water is beginning to dry. Tonowari's movements are smooth, easy, and your white ring of arousal paints the bottom of his length, coating his balls, and he groans as he fucks into you, his lavender tip throbbing as you clench around him tighter.

"You're made for me," he breathes out, "I cannot believe you ever doubted my love for you."

Through your connection, you can feel his pain. You can feel everything — the pull of his heart as he thinks about how insecure you'd been, and you scold yourself for ever being so silly. Tonowari, your gorgeous, loving mate intertwines his fingers with yours, and you swear you've never felt so good in your life.

You're intertwined with Tonowari in every way possible. Your cunt pulses around him, throbbing with need, and he groans into your neck, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your shoulder. "Oel ngati kameie," he mumbles, his eyes boring into yours, the black of his pupils so wide and blown you can no longer see any part of his irises. "Yawne, please, talk to me."

"Feels good, Tonowari," you blink, chest heaving as he fucks into you, being careful to focus on your breaths as your body begins to tingle with lust. "Almost ready for you to fill me up."

"Pxasìk," Tonowari curses, his accent thick, drawling in your ear and sending goosebumps exploding on your skin. "I'm ready. You're so — so tight, I can't hold back."

"Earlier all you did was hold back," you tease, moaning as the lewd squelching sounds of your cunt echo around the mossy cave. "Not — not letting me finish because I didn't breathe."

Tonowari is gentle as he slaps your thigh, warningly, a dangerous look painting his face, but it crinkles into something different as you purposefully clench down around him. You're so tight that it's like you're milking him, and you're so wet and warm, it's driving him crazy. "You were being naughty, yawne," he comments, his voice wavering as your eyes begin to flicker shut, your moans hitching in your throat as his hips roll into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

It's the most perfect thing you've ever felt. Neither of you speak as it happens, your orgasm crashing over the both of you in a perfect, delicious wave. You shake, jolt against him, cry out as your vision blackens with white stars, heat exploding through your body, your cunt tightening around him as you feel his seed begin to spurt inside of you. his own cum in you, your walls so tight and wet, the sound of his balls slapping lewdly against your cunt echoing throughout the cave, your moans merging with them to create an orgasmic mixtape.

You're so warm, the steam from the pool mixing with your insatiable heat from being crowded by Tonowari for so long, and he embraces you proudly as you twitch beneath him, your cunt feeling raw and full. He holds you, and his strong presence makes you feel so safe, the feeling of his cum painting your walls making you shiver.

"You are everything to me," he utters, his teeth grazing your neck as his tongue laps at your skin, basking in the slight, salty taste of sea water and sweat. "Please do not doubt that again."

"How can I?" you whisper, grumbling as Tonowari rolls over, positioning you atop of his chest as he lays on the mossy rocks. The blue and green glow from the algae and moss reflect on his face, painting his features, and you smile as you lean down to brush your nose against his, your finger splaying over your belly. "I'm going to have a constant reminder."

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summer-nights19 · 1 year ago

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Hii! Can you make a Murasakibara x reader . Murasakibara calls his s/o by a cute nickname after his basketball practice is over and his s/o came to see if his practice is over so they both can go home together after school + the reaction of GOM when they get to know murasakibara is dating someone.? Bye, have a great day /night!

Hi anon ! Thank you so much, and this is really cute, thanks for the mental picture <33

Reading you guys' KnB imagines always makes my day, so please continue to send em in !

When his friends find out you're dating

Murasakibara x gn reader

(AU in which the GOM remain teammates after middle school)

@neoo you might like this one

You took your phone out of your bag to check the time as you walked towards the school gym. If you remembered correctly, Atsushi's basketball practice should have ended around five minutes ago. It was the last practice session of a very busy season, so he'd promised to take you out as soon as it was finished. When you asked where, he said it was a surprise and that he'd take you there after practice. The more you thought about spending the evening with your beloved boyfriend after a few weeks of barely seeing him outside of school, the giddier you felt. When you finally reached the gym and pushed the door open, you saw Atsushi talking with the other members of the generation of miracles as they walked out of the changing room. Even though most members of the generation of miracles were pretty tall, Murasakibara still managed to tower over them. He'd changed out of his basketball kit and into a loose fitting black shirt with short sleeves and grey sweatpants. His hair was also up- he knew that was a weakness of yours. You didn't mind that he dressed more casually- in fact, as you checked out his long, toned arms, you realised how much you liked it. As soon as Murasakibara saw you standing and starin at the door, he smiled slightly and walked over to you.

"Hey baby, you ready to leave after this ?" You opened your mouth to answer but Kuroko beat you to it.

"What ? Murasakibara and Y/N ? Why didn't anybody tell me ?" You tried not to laugh at the look of utter shock on his face as his eyes darted between you and Atsushi. Aomine cut in, frowning

"Yeah ! And why does he get to date someone that hot ? Y/N, if you ever grow bored of this dry ass man then you know where to find-" This time, it was Atsushi who cut Aomine off by shoving him in the opposite direction to you.

"Over my dead body," he said, glaring at Aomine. The latter simply smirked and raised his eyebrows

"Control yourself, Aomine. Anyway, you're all just idiots. This has been rather obvious for a few weeks now. Whenever Murasakibara has free time, he spends it with Y/N, and he always takes every opportunity to text them during practice. Akashi has noticed it too. While I normally wouldn't condone dating within a friendship group, their signs are perfectly matched," Midorima explained, a triumphant look on his face, while Akashi stood there silently. You hadn't expected much of a reaction from him, because you realised on some level he'd always known, and had given you and Atsushi small windows of time in which you could meet and talk all throughout the last basketball season. When you'd thanked him for all his help, he'd just nodded and smiled slightly.

You listened and tried to hold in your laughter as Aomine and Midorima began to squabble over his remark. These guys were idiots, but they were your idiots. They'd been your best friends since middle school and you were glad that you finally had the opportunity to share this with them. Kise finally broke the spat, smiling in your direction as he spoke.

"Yeah, you guys really weren't as discreet as you thought. I mean, Murasakibaracchi literally has a picture of you in his basketball jersey as his phone lockscreen. Anyway, though I agree with Aominecchi that this is slightly unfair, I wish you two all the best. You look really cute together, as well as being well matched,"

"Yeah," Kuroko agreed, smiling at you as you blushed.

"Aww guys... thank you so much ! We would have told you earlier, but we were afraid it would change things between the group,"

"Nah. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. We've made it this far, right ?" Aomine replied, and the others nodded in agreement. Atsushi put an arm around your waist and looked at the guys.

"Now that you know, I'd appreciate it if you stopped wasting our time. I'm taking Y/N on a date tonight. Also, keep your hands to yourselves. Y/N is mine," he said, glaring at Aomine and Kise. You smiled up at him, your heart beating faster as he revealed this new possessive side to his nature. He squeezed you a little before hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Wha- Atsushi ! What do you think you're doing ?" you asked, squirming in his grasp playfully.

"We'll get there faster like this,". He tightened his grip around you and you let yourself relax, breathing in his warm scent as he carried you out of the gym.

"Bye guys !" you said, smiling as Atsushi carried you out. The others smiled back at you, waving as they watched you and Atsushi leave the gym.

As soon as you'd left, Kuroko opened his mouth again

"So that's why Murasakibara was asking about where the rose garden was,"

Kise facepalmed and laughed a little

"Yes, it was. He wanted to surpris them with a truly romantic spot. God, you really are dense at times, Kurokocchi,"

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ein-shtink · 10 months ago

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Sometimes I think about the fact we’re neighbors. There are more things that bring me and a Palestinian woman living in Gaza together than things bringing us apart.

We grew up watching the same sunsets, the same sunrises. If there were no borders, it would take about an hour for us to go and visit one another. We grew up listening to the same music. Our parents did, too.

Our grandparents read poetry in the same language, watched the same Egyptian movies. The foods are similar, the hobbies are, too. When I was in high school I met a girl my age, who grew up in Gaza but relocated with her family to an Arab village within Israel, a five minute drive from where I used to live. We made movies together. We joked a lot. We were one and the same, more often than not.

I can’t stop thinking about the Palestinians in Gaza. I can’t stop thinking about the horrors they endure. I can’t stop thinking about Palestinian men, women and children, having to fight for food. For hygiene products. For water. I can’t stop thinking about them having no time to hide before a bomb hits, about them not being allowed to evacuate. I can’t stop thinking about the ones who died protesting for a better life, long before this war started. They are my neighbors. We watch the same sunsets.

I can’t stop thinking about the hostages, either. I can’t stop thinking about the desecrated bodies of innocent women paraded around Gaza’s streets. I can’t stop thinking about the sisters who were raped and murdered together, aged 13 and 16. The older one was my sister’s friend. I can’t stop thinking about Shlomo Ron, the art-loving 80 year old man who sacrificed his own life to save his wife and grandchildren. He looks just like my grandpa. I can’t stop thinking about Thomas Hand, who was told his little girl was dead and cried tears of joy, because being dead is better than being taken hostage. I can’t stop thinking about the fact Emily Hand didn’t die, and actually was taken hostage. Ever since she was released, she only whispers, too afraid to speak up.

I can’t stop thinking about the suffering. About the loss. About the mothers on both sides of their border who had to watch their children die. About the pain.

Their faces haunt me.

I don’t understand why the West is calling for a ceasefire when they should be calling for peace. I don’t understand why the West is calling for the destruction of Israel when they should be calling for a solution that will allow both people to live side by side, in peace. I don’t understand why the existence of Israel is a bad thing. I don’t understand why the West refuses to call out Hamas, for the crimes of October 7th and their gross mistreatment and neglectful leadership of the Palestinian people ever since they rose to power. I don’t understand why the West views this decades old conflict through a one sided lens, amplifying the voice of one people’s crying and shutting down the other’s.

We deserve better. Palestinians and Israelis deserve better. We deserve to prosper, we deserve to live long and proud of our heritages in the land we both call home.

Maybe one day nations around the world and our own corrupt leaders will stop making us paint one another as the enemy. Israelis and Palestinians, we’re not each other’s enemies. We’re each other’s neighbors.

We deserve to let our children play.

#israel #palestine #gaza #i/p war #I don’t know. just had to let it all out #I’m sad and I’m angry and I’m frustrated and I’m so fucking scared #I just want this war to be over already #am yisrael chai #non Palestinians/israelis can rb but as I mentioned before idc about your opinions on the matter

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 2 years ago

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earth-42

pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 2.8K

warnings: thoughts/mentions of death, mention of a syringe, light panic attack. honestly should be all.

summary: you made it out safe... or did you?

A/N: ATSV SPOILERS LIKE PLEASE WATCH THE AMAZING MOVIE FIRST BEFORE READING!!!! honestly thank you for the love with spider society. it was posted as a little experiment just to see how much traction i can get if i post fics related to the media when its fresh and really popular. does about the same as my others tho more or less. i know there was more conversation in the last scene, but i liked the cliffhanger, giving you the movie TO BE CONTINUED treatment.

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spider society

the two of you were spit out by the wormhole and tumbled to the ground of a building. your suit was gaining wet spots from the puddles you rolled in and the rain pouring from the sky. you came to a stop on your back, panting through your mask as you stared at the gloomy sky. you thought for a moment that you died, not even making it out of hq. but no, the air stung your nose with the fast intakes and you were pretty sure your heart was gonna jump out of your body.

stretching an arm out to the side of you, palm touching the bumpy ground trying to find your companion. he wasn’t within reaching distance so you rolled over to your side and squinted into the neon light. “miles?” wanting to make sure your friend was safe. he didn’t call back, so you looked over the roof and found him just a few steps away.

his back was pressed to a wall, his mask was pulled off his face. his breathing was frantic and he looked to be shaking. “hey, miles.” a hand to his shoulder, but he flinched so you held it up and away. “miles, you gotta breathe. we’re safe. i need you to breathe.” doing exaggerated deep breathing and exhaling to get him to follow your rhythm.

miles fell in sync with you. he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the brick wall, hands covering his face. “we’ll be okay, miles. it’ll be okay.” needing reassurance for both of you in these dire times.

a warm sensation tingled over your arms and legs then pure hot pain hit every cell. you glitch out of reality. hands fell to the floor to keep you up as sweat gathered at your hairline while you tried slowing your heart. might not have been the best idea to rid yourself of the watch, but you didn’t want to risk miguel or anyone tracking you to miles. you didn’t even know how bad the glitching would be. if it would be slow for a while then accelerate or if you start glitching every ten minutes before you're dead within the hour.

“y/n…” miles stopped your spiraling thoughts of death. “we should- we should head to my house. it’ll be safer.”

he stood from the ground and held a hand out for you. arm feeling like lead as it fell into miles’s open palm while your legs felt like jelly. you took a moment to focus on your heartbeat, listen to the thump thump thump as it drummed in your ears. might be your last day to hear it.

“hey,” miles said over the rain. your masked eyes opening back to their bug-eyed nature. “we’ll be okay.” he repeated your words from just five minutes ago.

“yeah… we have each other.”

the two of you swung through the night. rain smacking against your body like bb-bullets. your wandering eyes took notice of the broken billboards and closed-down businesses. how there seemed to be a lot of police cars on the street, and fewer people walking the sidewalk. it didn’t seem miles noticed any of this, his swinging getting faster in speed like he was running away from something. you didn’t bother telling him to slow down, you just focused on his directions.

eventually, miles came to a stop on a building and he pushed a window open. he climbed first and you followed. you pulled your mask off to obverse the small space. his room was blanked in darkness, walls, and shelves bare of personal belongings or collectibles. it was like he had to grow up quickly, not allowing himself the chance to enjoy his childhood.

your body glitched, only briefly. second time tonight and after about thirty minutes, not too bad. it still twisted your insides, making you lightheaded and a bit clammy. you dragged yourself to miles’s bed so you don’t collapse to the floor.

“wishing you had your watch?” miles sat beside you and the bed slightly dipped.

you toyed with your fingers, “only a little. just so i’m not glitching until i die.” humor to take the edge off. a spider trait.

“you’re not gonna die.” miles grabbed the hand closest to him and held it. you stared at two gloves hands, then looked into miles’s soft pupils. he’ll probably be the last human connection you have.

“oh, miles… i don’t have a home anymore. whatever happens, is the end for me. and you know what…” fingers giving his hand a squeeze with a teary smile, “i’m okay with that. i should’ve gone a long time ago. with gwen, with my family and friends. but at least i’ll have one more night to be spidey with a new friend by my side.”

vision getting blurry and then the tear fell and you didn’t bother to wipe them away. just letting them stain your skin with the sorrow you’re trying to avoid. miles’s lips wobbled, his nose slightly scrunched as he tried to contain himself. he threw himself at you and pulled you into a tight hug, one you reciprocated with just as much hold.

“miles?” a new feminine voice entered the space. then footsteps closer to his bedroom door.

miles pulled away and rushed to find anything for a cover-up. he threw an oversized jacket into your lap and both of you managed to be normally dressed when the door was pushed open.

a woman, who you assumed was miles’s mom, walked in with a laundry basket sitting on her hip. she looked surprised when her eyes fell on you, still sitting on his bed. you gave a sheepish wave and a nervous smile, “hi, i’m y/n.”

“uh… hi. miss morales.” she still seemed unsure of your presence so you decided to make yourself scarce for now. “i’ll, uh, i’ll leave the two of you alone. nice to meet you, miss morales.”

just as you exited the room you heard her ask miles, “you took your braids out?” you didn’t think anything of it.

keeping your steps light, you curiously did some light snooping. everything looked clean, and well taken care of. in general, the apartment looked normal, but when you took a closer look something felt… off.

photos. miles said his dad was still alive, soon to be police captain in two days. yet when you look at the few pictures placed on the walls, there only seemed to be ones with miles and his mom. and if there is a photo with his dad, miles was younger with his baby face or it was a picture taken when his parents were younger.

with the creak of the door, miss morales walked out of miles room and into the dining area. miles followed just a few steps behind looking confused, he called out for her and then-

miles started to glitch.

it’s like your own heart stopped beating when you saw how his body shifted and stuttered. and then you glitched again for another second. the both of you leaned against the railing, knowing eyes staring. you were in the wrong reality with no way out.

your spidey senses started to go off like a warning signal, but you couldn’t see anything that was a possible danger. whereas miles went wide-eyed at the front door and even more so when a tall older man walked through the entrance.

“uncle aaron?” miles practically whispered. now you were even more sure this was the wrong universe. you saw miles crying over his uncle back at hq.

the older man walked over to him and held his hand out for a shake, “what's up miles?” aaron’s brows raised a bit when miles just continued to stare at him, “what? not happy to see me, little man?”

“no! no, no. sorry, just- just a bit tired.” he stuttered out an excuse. aaron seemed to buy it, but he still looked suspicious of him. eyes going to his hair, “took your braids out?”

miles unconsciously touched it, “yeah. not- not used to the feeling yet.”

his uncle hummed. then his eyes fell on you, watching you from head to toe and it made your senses flare up again. “who’s this miles?” hands fell into his jacket pockets.

miles looked at you then back to aaron, “my friend, y/n. from school. upperclassman.”

he was quiet for a minute, again just watching you as you meekly said hello. he hummed once more before walking away to where his mom disappeared.

you stepped closer to miles and tugged at his puffer with urgency. “miles we have to leave. now.” your hushed whispers said with a faint shake.

he looked out of it, disoriented. you kept tugging, whispering for him to snap out of it. by the time he did, uncle aaron was walking back to the two of you.

“miles, come on man. gotta do some errands.” he cocked his head when looking at you, “you're welcomed to join us as well, y/n. i’ll get to know one of miles… friends.” the drawl in the word crept goosebumps over your skin.

you didn’t want to leave miles, but you needed to distance yourself so you could keep an eye from afar. you know his uncle wouldn’t put him in danger. “actually, i should- my mom’s been blowing up my phone. so i- i’ll see you tomorrow, miles.” hoping he knew you weren’t leaving him behind.

“it was nice to meet you, miss morales and mr aaron.” keeping the polite act up until the door was shut on your way out. you sprinted outside and crawled up the side of the building for a vantage point.

you were crouched on the rooftop with your eyes peeking over the edge for when miles and aaron exited. though after a while you don’t see them leave the front door, but you do hear them on the rooftop door open. you scrambled away into the shadows, head popping around a corner to see the two males.

aaron walked ahead of miles with his back rigid and hands hidden in his pockets. miles followed on unsure feet, head swiveling around as he finally took notice of the destruction done to this reality. you crawled not far behind, keeping low to the ground and deep in the dark.

they came to a stop and a train roared with its blinding headlights. it lights the dark rooftop in a white glow and something caught your attention, color. bright color on the next building over and seeing the way miles reacted subtly, you knew who it was. miles’s dad was dead in this world.

spider senses went off like a blaring siren. body crouched into a defensive position as your eyes scanned the crates and trash. trying to find the lurking danger before it could get the best of you. there was some rustling, a can knocked over making you stay on high alert.

the ringing and tunnel vision wasn’t stopping and it was almost making you dizzy. with your back to the city and eyes on miles, you almost missed the body rushing at you. almost.

senses zeroed in, body moving on its instincts, your fist caught the metallic glove just inches from your face. staring back at you was a mask that was similar to one they use for spray painting. they tilted their head slightly to the right as if they were examining you. it was like you were suddenly an actual spider under a microscope, just waiting to be squashed.

they swung their other arm, this one free of gloves or claws. you stopped it with ease and gave a twist, spinning them around and pinning their arms behind their back.

“if you just let me and my friend go, this will be over. i’m not here for a fight.” hoping to be reasonable would win the day. they just fought against your hold.

you looked over your shoulder to check on miles, and he wasn’t there. neither was his uncle, they were gone. “miles!” you couldn’t help but shout in worry. focus clouded on the state of your friend, you didn’t notice your grip was slacking and how the enemy took advantage. it wasn’t until you felt a prick on your arm did you turn to the forbidding mask.

you looked down and saw as they pulled a syringe away, you stumbled backward. body glitching, longer than a second. feet hitting a fallen trash can causing you to tumble to the floor, head hitting something hard. vision blurring and limbs going heavy, you couldn’t get away as they walked closer. squatting with their elbows resting on knees, lit up purple holes burning your skin with another slow tilt of their head. and then everything went dark and quiet.

your head felt heavy like a bowling ball. the back of your neck strained from the way it fell forward. slowly like you were awakening from a deep sleep, eyes blinking to feel normal instead of weighted. you picked your head up slowly, trying to take in your surroundings. when you tried to move your arms, they were locked by your side, a heavy chain wrapped around you tight as you sat on the floor with your ankles locked together.

grunts and huffs from your mouth as you tried to get some type of friction, just a bit of space you could move your arms or hands with.

“i wouldn’t bother, kid.” a rumble within the dark room.

uncle aaron walked into the patch of light from the windows. his steps were slow, and calculated. he was playing with something in his hand and only when it was bathed in the glow of lit-up billboards did you see that it was your mask.

“look, i don’t want any trouble. neither does miles. we’re just lost.” the both of you were just kids, you older and miles younger. aaron wouldn’t hurt either of you… right?

he huffed, “yeah, well… the two of you being here… already causes trouble.” and he walked away from you and towards a punching bag.

he spun it around with a push of his palm and you saw miles strung up with the heavy chain tied around you, the tips of his toes grazing the floor. he stirred.

“miles! miles, wake up!” pleading for his attention. he shook his head and you saw how his body tensed and how his eyes widened. “miles! oh, thank goodness.” a sigh of relief.

“what’s- what’s going on?” he pushed against the chains, “why- why am i tied up?”

“i don’t know, man. why are you tied up?” aaron had his back to both of you, facing a table and messing around with something.

“look, uncle aaron, please-“

it felt like time slowed down, but you didn’t see it coming, only the result. how miles’s voice stopped in the middle of his sentence, uncle aaron spinning on his foot. a loud boom and the sound of something breaking into pieces. the sand was spat out from the seams of the bag and for a second you thought there were specks of blood… or brain.

“miles!” a scream was ripped from your throat. he can’t be dead, he can’t be dead, he just can’t be dead. the tears fell quietly.

aaron’s sadistic laugh stung your ears and you could feel the anger brewing but was pushed away. he spun the bag again and there miles was, panting, alive and scared. you began to sob uncontrollably, shoulders shaking as you bowed your head to your chest.

you can’t lose any more people.

“ah, why you crying?” “y/n, it’s- it’s okay. i’m okay, we’re gonna be okay.”

“well, we gotta let the bossman decide that.”

tears and sobs trailing off, head pulling up. you were confused. wasn’t he the boss and the person you were fighting with his goon. as you stared, you noticed movement from the corner of your eye. and those looming purple eye holes spiked your heart.

they were crouched on a beam before dropping with one hand holding the beam, then they dropped to the floor. they looked… small. way shorter than aaron, so that means they’re younger. they had a purple collar with a purple prowler marking on their shirt. regular sneakers on their feet. they caught the glove that aaron threw with ease and slipped it on then it activated making a noise.

“who are you?” miles asked when they were just a step or two away. you wanted the answer as well.

they were quiet for a moment and then the mask robotically pulled away from their face. and staring back at miles was… “i’m miles morales.” his voice was different and held more of the accent his mother carried.

his hair was pulled into two braids, the ones his mother and aaron were questioning in the apartment. he looked tired, eyes heavier. the purple lighting wrapped around him, “but you can call me, the prowler.”

a/n2: THERE WILL NOT BE ANOTHER PART!!!

taglist: @bath1lda / @maya-custodios-dionach / @argentlsv / @justmare /

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katewalker · 6 months ago

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oc smash or pass

got tagged by @camelliagwerm (thank you 💟) to do the smash or pass : oc edition

tagging (no pressure) : @hylfystt ; @cryptcombat ; @zahra-hydris ; @seance ; @fantasmagoriam ;

@sloubs ; @thanekrios and everyone else wanting to do it ✌️

*click for better quality footage of my girl*

BASICS:

pernille beaujont

1m96

31 years old (during endwalker)

she/her

bisexual

duskwight elezen

adventurer/summoner/warrior of light

PROS:

long ears even for an elezen

big book collection (just please don't touch the ones with runes inside)

has a ton of funny pompous titles you can jokingly call her

can summon a small cute yellow fox-like creature for you to pet (she can turn it blue/green or red too)

will help you even with the most mundane problems and will protect you from literally anything you can think of... yeah even gods (she beat several of those already)

her aura magnetises people and commands so much respect and admiration she comes off as aloof at first, but she really is all soft spoken, delicate gestures, shy tender smiles within five minutes of talking to her

will listen to all your hopes and fears and concerns and vents just so you can get it off your chest and feel better

will really just patiently listen and won't give you unwanted advice if you don't want it or dote on you if you prefer

she's a talented weaver and will repair the small holes in your socks, can also makes you cool and pretty clothes for free

overall she's genuiely a good crafter and can totally equip you for battle

loves going out for a stroll in a various landscapes, keeps a sketching book to study the fauna, flora and rocks

for history lovers, she can have cool visions of the past

CONS:

but there's a 95% chance she'll have visions of your past

also she doesn't control when it happens so you'll probably have to watch out for her so she doesn't get killed, yeah it happened in battle before...

often lost in her own thoughts (not the vision of the past kind) so she'll have you repeat your words once or twice

thirst traps, but will most likely never act on it

is being courted by a lot of people (including a litteral murderous sociopath) and everyone is consistantly asking for her attention and she will listen to as many as she can (it's in her nature of service)

might have some romantic tension with her alter-ago who fusioned his soul with hers

has two adopted teenagers (twins) who can and will interrogate you for hours to see if you're worthy of her (at best you'll be a debatable case)

you might have an entire ngo to go through as well

will disappear without a word to go on an adventure

literally never rest or listen to her body to the point of passing out

she might not be done grieving her dead boyfriend nor her dead friend/crush

bought an appartment in a freezing cold city to have a resting place close to her boyfriend's grave and her kinda in-laws

said appartment is more like an unkempt bedroom full of books and parchments, she doesn't spent much time in it

#oc talk #polls #tagged #pau.txt #maybe i'll do one for delphene as well if by popular demand

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loganlostitall · 11 months ago

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Better Off Dead

Rating: ehh… I’ll go with 13+

Word count: 2k

Characters: Rick Grimes x Gender neutral reader

Setting: Alexandria, after TOWL ep 1 (SPOILERS!!!)

Content warnings: HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR THE NEW EPISODE!!!!!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN READING!!! That’s two warnings don’t blame me. Self harm and suicidal ideation, this is an almost entirely mental health related drabble. Heavy talk of cutting and scars. Typical TWD themes.

Summary: FINAL SPOILER WARNING! Rick hasn’t even been back for a full day. He is also not the only one who suffered a psychiatric decline over the years you spent apart. Both you and him are unaware that the other was in a similar spot. Hurt/comfort ensues.

Author’s note: Did NOT expect to be writing a Rick x reader in the middle of the goddamn night but my theory about Rick’s hand got proven right within not even five minutes and I was losing my shit. I started trying to think of plot immediately and once I saw more on mental health I was gone. Me and my love for mentally ill men <3

I wanted to post this the same night as release it fought me hard 😭 never expected to be doing Rick x reader and wanted to be perfect. Once again, the title is linked to the songspo so you can listen along.

Unbeta’d again, hope this is decent for u guys :3

The very moment you woke up, the first thing you became aware of was the fact that you found yourself in bed alone. Not unlike all the other nights. It was routine by now. The occasional, unique circumstance of this particular morning though, was the urge. Unshakable. All encompassing. It crashed through your brain and down into your body, pulsing through your veins, begging to be drawn out and released. Trapped under your skin. Grief.

It was almost completely overwhelming, tears flooding your lower eyelids and venturing down to your lips just as a strangled sob ripped from between them, the sound a little hoarse from your voice being unused during sleep.

You reached out blindly to the nightstand, your fingers grasping for the knife you always kept at your bedside in case of waking up to a walker breach or anything similar. Even through blurred vision, you found the handle, and brought the blade to the criss-crossed skin of your arm.

What a way to start off the morning with a bang.

Inflicting harm over previously healed scars always made you flinch harder. But you didn’t care that it hurt more. If anything, you appreciated it. It was more effective, faster. You never felt the need to leave quite as many.

Hissing through your teeth, you sat the knife down on your knee and brought your pointer and middle fingers to either side of the new wound and spread it open, luring more blood to flow out. It tickled as the thick crimson rolled down your wrist and came to a stop right where the skin curves to the heel of your palm, and you grabbed the handle once more to start the process over again.

Halfway through the next was when the door creaked.

You practically jumped out of your skin, throwing the reddened blade to clatter on the floor and snatching the covers to pull back over yourself, press them to your arm. Your free hand wiped the tears from your face as you sniffled, clearing up your sight well enough to see….

Rick. Blue eyes darkened by confusion and worry.

He stepped in cautiously, taking care to slowly and quietly shut the door behind himself and return his attention back to you. “Hey, what are you doing that for?”

“Wh— what the fuck?”

It left you as no more than a whisper, and you knew that same confusion was reflected on your own face. Rick wasn’t supposed to be here. ‘Am I hallucinating?’

“No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m right here.” Rick had nearly asked if you were okay, but stopped himself short. He’d just walked in on you cutting yourself, there was only one answer that you would, or could, give him.

You were apparently not fully awake yet, or you were still reeling from the self harm, because you’d seemingly asked the question out loud and not in your head.

His manufactured arm piece remained immobile at his side while his real hand patted himself absently in various locations, the pockets of his shirt as well as on each side of his jeans, searching for something although knowing that it wasn’t there. Rather than stand there idiotically, Rick held up a finger to signal ‘one second’ and made his way further into the room, dropping to one knee to pick up the knife you’d flung down carelessly and wiping the blood onto his shirt. And then, while he was down there, he pulled open each drawer of your nightstand until he actually found what he was looking for. Bandages. Or, more specifically, a small med kit with bandages in it. Packed full of random, useful supplies.

He remained kneeling at your bedside and spoke as he opened it. “Already forgot that you have me back?” His smile had an odd edge to it, like he was happy to see you but simultaneously disheartened by the state you were in, and concerned about the fact you’d forgotten. There was so much emotion on his face your eyes filled again.

“Yeah, I guess, I-”

You jumped when Rick pulled the blanket away from your arm and instinctively drew it back toward your chest, shielding the mess of dried blood from his worried gaze, but he simply reached for it again and coaxed it back to himself. Tentatively, not one sign of upset visible on him.

As he assessed the damage, you ashamedly looked elsewhere and returned to what you had previously been saying. “When Siddiq was still around, he diagnosed me with C-PTSD. Honestly, I think we all have something like that by now.” Laughing weakly, you bit the inside of your cheek for a few moments as Rick took care to clean the area with a small, square cloth soaked with witch hazel. It wasn’t the medication that burned, just the contact. You carried on. “He told me one of the side-effects would be my memory. Short-term, long-term, or even both… so, probably that and the fact I dreamed about finding you as a walker and having to put that knife between your eyes.”

A flare of insecurity sparked in your chest when that last statement had Rick’s eyes flitting to yours. Suddenly you found yourself critically self-conscious that he’d decide you were too much work now and leave to find better. Memory problems? Who would bother dealing with that?

“Okay,” he said surely, his voice steady. “That’s okay.” You were overwhelmed with the urge to hug him, but it would have to wait until you had your arm back. After a moment of eye contact for a second time, Rick patted the skin dry with a square of gauze and shook a small bottle of bactine before spraying a thin layer on top of the area.

The tingle of numbness was immediate. You sighed in relief as he rolled a Q-tip covered in Vaseline over each laceration and used that same last piece of gauze to delicately wipe up the excess surrounding them. And then to preserve resources, Rick opted not to open another and instead flipped that pad over to lay the dry side on your wrist; wrapped a length of blue self adherent cohesive bandage around it a few times to keep the wound dressing in place. Brought the heel of your palm to his lips, only to pause when his eyes wandered to find the array of scars littering your inner forearm. There was one in particular that he couldn’t take his attention off of.

Trailing the pad of his thumb down the length of your arm, you glanced down to see what he was looking at.

And felt nauseous.

“This one?” he asked faintly, voice barely discernible. Jagged, raised skin followed your radial artery vertically. Perpetrated on yourself while you’d searched for him.

You shrugged in an attempt to play it off as a lot calmer than you actually were. “Didn’t go deep enough.” Shame, once again, enveloped you. You felt fucking pathetic.

“Me either.”

The words felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped right over your head. Freezing your entire body, soaking your flesh and seeping beneath it to chill your bones. Your eyes found his natural fingers to discover that they were pulling his shirt collar away from his neck to reveal a slash that scabbed very recently going about a fourth of the way across his throat. Your vision swam again.

“You’re here now,” you tried. It was a lousy consolation, but you still weren’t… entirely grounded yet. Pushing yourself up to sit on your knees, Rick muttering ‘careful’ under his breath as you put weight on the hand connected to your injured arm to lean the upper half of your body off the edge of the bed, you nestled your lips just above the new scar and kissed his thrumming pulse. “We’re both here.” The two of you were equally as anxious; the way his heart was racing proved that fact. Perhaps even for the same reasons. Feeling exposed.

It was hardly a long journey from Philadelphia to Virginia. You made it back with Rick before the day was over. Subsequently, he had barely been here for twelve hours. Perhaps you hadn’t spent enough time together yet for the fact that Rick was home to truly register with you.

It seemed he may have had the same idea.

He offered you a tired half-smile and stood, closing up the med kit and returning it to its previous location only to round to the other side of the bed, make quick work of kicking off his boots, and climb in beneath the blanket. Rolling to face him, you sidled up to rest your forehead on his chest immediately, and his genuine arm fell over your side whilst the sculpted metal one lie idle beneath the pillows. The numbing from bactine was still a thing to revel over because it meant you could throw your arm over his bicep and card your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. You did not miss Rick’s short hair. His fingers soothed up and down your back in a comforting manner and you both laid utterly still, breathing the same air, sharing the same body heat.

“I’m grateful I didn’t go deep enough,” he whispered once the silence stretched uncomfortably. “You found me.”

For what was probably not the last time today, your eyes stung again. And yet, you opted to lift the spirits of him and yourself with a joke. It was the first thing that came to mind. “Well, you do seem to fail at slitting throats, Rick.”

You grinned up at him when he scoffed; giggled when he started to chuckle himself. The pair of you sounded as exhausted as you both looked, and when the laughter died out, you absorbed each other again. His presence was so consoling to your brain that had successfully convinced itself he was still gone, that after a length of time you realized you’d fall back asleep soon. And Rick would probably ensure you didn’t wake up alone again.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to do something, though.

Propping yourself up on your right elbow, you blinked sleep out of your heavy eyes while pulling weakly at his new arm attachment; more as a question rather than an unpermitted attempt to uncover it. “Can… can I look?”

Unease cast a shadow over his blue eyes, despite the trust in them, and he nodded. Which you’d only half expected him to do. You’d braced yourself for a no.

You would see it eventually, so he figured it was best to do it now and get it out of the way rather than prolong it.

Sitting your pillow off to lean it against the headboard, Rick adjusted and repositioned to lay on his back instead, which gave you a better opportunity to look at his hand. It was strapped on in two different places; one at the elbow, and one at the shoulder. The fingers were hyper-realistic, yet closed into a fist with no opening for a weapon to be gripped. It was almost as if he could read your mind, because Rick drew his arm away from you to demonstrate the release of a blade triggered in the wrist.

You lifted a finger to trail it along the sharp edge of the custom weaponized extension and hissed through grit teeth when it left a thin, shallow cut on your fingertip.

“I’m not getting the med kit back out.” He finished saying it with a playfully chastising call of your name.

No need to bother. You sucked the blood from the pad of your finger and threw him a drowsy smirk. “This is hot.”

That definitely caught him off guard.

“Yeah?” Rick shook his head with a dampened smile. “Well, I’m glad you see my suffering as an upgrade.”

The greatest salve for your pain was his lips on yours. Maybe it would do the same for his wounded pride.

Quite the valid reason to try it.

“Shut up.”

Your smile met his, and they stayed there even after you fell asleep again. This time, dreaming of the future.

National suicide and crisis hotline: call or text 988

Help with self harm: text CONNECT to 741741

LGBTQ+ inclusive resource: https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/article/support-for-self-harm-recovery/

Numbers for different parts of the world: https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/

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melodicaria · 1 year ago

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Transformers: Goosebumps | Dark Autobots Snippet

So my silly bitch ass was thinking about dark Autobots. Not quite Shattered Glass, but similar, but like they're as evil as I want them to be! Here's just a snippet that I pumped out in a few minutes, not finalized or edited, but I had finished watching this Netflix movie, 'Leave the World Behind' and it just sparked me with an idea on how to start this. I jotted this idea down a while ago and just never got back to it- until now. Could you tell I had listened to Goosebumps by Travis Scott!? :p

Title: Goosebumps Summary: As Sam watches aliens descend upon their planet, he realizes with horror that they're not as peaceful and freedom loving as they claim to be.

It's the cellphones that go first. Sam's not too disturbed, after all, he still has his computer.

But soon that goes too.

12 plane crashes. One day.

There are thousands of people dead. Their corpses littered the pavement. Three said flights landed in a major city, hitting five buildings, with a blast radius double their length.

Every once in a while there's an odd ringing. Worldwide.

Nationwide blackouts.

The crops stop growing.

The water is drying up faster than they can calculate.

Metal sprouts from the ground, sharp jagged edges in a brilliant silver impaling people at random.

It's no longer safe to go outside.

People start getting sick, some are dying within days, others are cured from their disease.

Situations are too dire to upkeep most public spaces. School is canceled, prisons are full of riots, people storm their capitals and raise hell until their questions are answered.

And the government is silent.

The kings and queens are silent.

Because they too, haven't the faintest idea of what will happen next- what has happened.

Sam as an inkling.

The world is ending.

And then…

Metal beasts descend from the sky. Cybertronians, they call themselves.

The Universe is under attack and Earth holds the one object to save it.

But of course, humanity figures it's not a good idea to give it to them.

If only they had known.

The steel giants show no mercy, especially after one of their own is injured in a scuffle.

Hell is unleashed in a torrent of waves. Fire. Water. Ice. Wind. Bullets.

Bombs.

Sam thinks it's funny that now everyone on Earth decides to band together to a united front. He's picked up and torn from his family to protect the very thing the aliens are here for. He doesn't quite understand why they just don't give them the damned thing.

But he guards it like his life is on the line. Because it is.

Bombs are strapped to their bodies, in case they get any lucky ideas.

But he gets good at his job. His parents are held at gunpoint, along with another dozen or so, and a cap will be put in their skull if they don't comply.

So Sam has no other choice but to be good at his job. His fuck up, fucks them up.

Maybe, he gets too good at his job. He sees too much. He watches people bargain using other people as currency. He stays guarding the AllSpark at all hours. The only exception being getting sleep and eating.

He contacts his parents once a month. He has no clue where Miles is, and sometimes it gets so much to the point where he can barely remember his name. His parents name.

He gets bored. The others don't speak to him so…

He speaks to the AllSpark.

In an interesting turn of events, it speaks back, in a way.

The giant metal cube will shift whenever he's near, panels and plates clicking and elevating, swirling in a flurry of energy around his body. For a long time in a while, he laughs, and enjoys the time he spends here.

And for all of the horrible things that the world is faced with, for all of humanity's struggles and strife, for the brink of destruction they are forced on, the very object that started it all is the one thing that brings him hope.

He hopes the war ends soon.

But the insanity is only beginning.

#transformers bayverse #transformers idw #autobots #decepticons #sam witwicky #allspark #allspark & sam antics #snippet #story idea #ao3 writer #fanfic #tfp

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dcawritings · 10 months ago

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Green Hills and Blue Skies

Solunis is an Eclipse-style animatronic made for the exclusive use of a renaissance fair. He was designed to be flashy and entertaining, charming and witty, able to dazzle guests with his unique feature of flipping between two modes — Solar and Lunar Eclipse — upon whim or request. He’s exuberant and talented across a wide range of musical and storytelling skills, but most importantly he’s—

Lonely.

So very, very lonely.

Three hundred and six thousand, five hundred and forty-two minutes.

Five thousand, one hundred and ten hours.

In other words, a touch under seven months exactly, down to the very moment in time that he was initially powered on -- when his systems came to life beneath blinding floodlights and his mind suddenly stuffed full of awareness.

Activity. Life. Pain.

The sensory overload was almost as agonizing as it was immediate. From cold and lifeless to the functional equivalent of a fully-grown adult, it wasn't something one could simply describe. The act of living when one was dead just a moment before — though non-existence would be more fitting of a description. It was as if every single byte of information within his body was on fire all at once, tearing through metal and wire and plastic until it engulfed him with the raw, unfiltered sensations of being alive.

To call it a shock would be an understatement.

At least the employees had the decency to power him on for the first time a few days before the grand opening of the fair. Not enough time to cope with the existential dread of suddenly being alive, mind you.

But long enough to learn how to hide it behind a mask.

That was seven months ago.

Seven months ago, he didn’t even have a name — not really, at least. He had a model type (Eclipse ver 2.32) and serial number (so long a string of letters and numbers that it isn’t worth mentioning), but neither of those concepts constitutes a name proper. His handlers came to calling him ‘Eclipse’ in passing, but his official title was dependent on what of two distinct forms he took on.

Solar Eclipse and Lunar Eclipse. Catchy, one might think. Creative. Witty, even.

With his flashy attire fitting for that of a fantasy bard mixed in with the aesthetic of a royal jester, he truly was eye-catching. His signature feature was being able to switch back and forth from warm reds and golds to cool blues and purples in the blink of an eye. Not into separate personalities, as some earlier models did as a cost-saving measure, but simply to impress crowds of onlookers drunk on mead and happy to listen to a blissful tune of an animatronic almost tailor-made for entertainment and charm.

He has a name now, of course. One of his own choosing, not to be pried from his cold, power-drained fingers no matter how many times his systems were reset — the employees stopped doing that after a while, when it was obvious it was more effort to do so after every weekend than to simply let him roam about freely in the hours between shows and seasons.

Solunis. His name was—

His name is Solunis.

And it is Solunis who stands at the edge of the fairgrounds, beyond where the markers urge fairgoers not to tread, lest they wander into the thicket of the forest beyond and end up lost to the monster of mother nature.

In the last seven months almost exactly, Solunis had contemplated leaving the fairgrounds completely. He bore no physical shackles, no tether of which connected him to the buildings and fake castles currently inhabited by ghosts of crowds that wouldn’t return for several months when the weather grew warmer and more… pleasant. Only the utility bots remained, silent and passive. They felt like ghosts too.

Solunis ponders on what lies beyond the forest. And beyond that. And beyond that still. There is a vision wrapped somewhere deep in the animatronics programming. It’s… odd, like a memory he never lived, but colorful and vivid all the same.

Of rolling green hills and a soft spring breeze, a wide sky of beautiful cerulean that seems to stretch on for an eternity. The sun is bright and warm against the surface of his body, so much that there’s not a single worry or want in the bot’s entire being. He wonders how far this place is or if it even exists at all.

But maybe Solunis can find it. After all, nothing is keeping him tied here, right? He could charge using sunlight and had the newest kind of internal power engine that meant he could stay active for weeks at a time without so much as a sliver of the morning dawn. It’s what kept him active in the cold, dark winter weeks since the last fair. And… maybe it’s what will give him a chance to leave.

To find this place of green hills, blue skies warm sunlight. Away from everything.

But Solunis isn’t free just because he wears no physical leash; he learns this the hard way upon trying to take but a single step beyond the forest line.

It’s something inside of him. A computer chip most likely, triggered by gps coordinates or some other horrifying assertion of technological dominance hidden somewhere on the grounds. It sends a sudden wave of horror through Solunis’ entire body a mere millisecond before the shocks tear through him. Though he had never once been struck by lightning (nor had such an experience stored in his memory banks) he would describe it exactly like that; suddenly struck with a thunderous weight of a mountain that buzzed and burned through every single wire.

It’s pure agony.

He’s on the ground in seconds, screams of pain filtered and reverberated as his voicebox can barely produce noise at all beyond a shrill whine of metal and fear. And it gets worse. And worse.

And worse.

It’s only when Solunis manages to drag himself just a few feet back, struggling to crawl as his body trembles with an electric misery that only fades when he is back outside of the forest line once more.

He lies there for a while, staring up at the clear moonlit sky.

The sky in winter is often clearer, a preferred condition when trying to stargaze. Something about how the cold makes the air dryer, so there’s less water vapor to make the dark heavens above seem muted and fuzzy. Solunis had come across that fact somewhere in his information archives tucked deep into the unconscious parts of his systems.

He can count almost every single speck of light visible beyond a certain threshold of light, but he can’t take a single step beyond his tiny, isolated world. The only one he’d ever known.

The pain has been gone for a while now, but the specter of it remains in his thoughts, branded into the bot’s memories. He doesn’t try his luck a second time.

Green hills and blue sky will have to wait for another day.

Even if that day will never come.

#fnaf daycare fandom #daycare attendant oc #fnaf dca fandom #fnaf dca oc #dca oc #Solunis #fnaf dca #dca fandom #writing #ficlet #nonreaderinsert #I am actively rotating him in my brain #him and the other OC I’m making named King #please look forward to the ficlet for King

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twigg96 · 2 years ago

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Daddy! Daryl X Reader Fic

Is this an excuse to write my first Daryl X Reader Fic? Maybe Lol. But how can anyone blame me? Boi is just a god damned dream <3 I can only hope I do him justice here and I hope to write more fics like this featuring him later.

Princess

A Daddy! Daryl X Reader Fic

Warnings: touches on histories of child abuse and neglect, Merle (Drug/Alcohol abuse)

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Summary: Taken within the memory of Daryl himself, told in the form of a bedtime story, the archer retells the tale of friendship, sweet summertime crushes, lasting love, and the crushing fear of an epidemic.

"Long before the walkers had become a threat to any common society. Before the quaintness of the forest had become a warzone and any feeling of peace were lost to the chaos held within the shadows. Before the fall of the major cities and the government itself. There stood two children. One child was forced to face the perils of the world too early. The harsh reality of adulthood thrust upon him without remorse. Beaten. Bludgeoned. By the very man, he was supposed to trust. His protector was thrust into jail once more. This time for a minor scuff protecting the very boy himself from the very man they both begrudgingly called father. The second child lived not too far of a life different than the first. Neglect wrecked this child's body down to the bones. Dirt stuck to her skin and dug deep into her nails even after minutes of scrubbing under hot water. The child's hair was cut short to prevent matting or bugs. Hunger constantly pained her. Illness wracked her body from lack of nutrition. However, together the two children were unstoppable forces of nature. Together, they grew as the saplings that refused to succumb to the fowl weather they were forced to grow under."

Bright blue eyes grew wide as the little tot scrunched deeper under the heavy woolen blanket. At only five years old the little girl had asked her father to tell her a story to keep the nightmares away and lull her to sleep as the moans of the dead had only gotten louder outside of the prison walls.

"The best of friends from the day the two met in the public hell hole-" The little girl gasped out cutting Daryl off. "Daddy cuss word." She chastised. With a roll of his eyes Daryl continued. "Public-crap hole they called school. The forest behind their trailer park served as a playground and a better school than any the state of Georgia could offer out of brick and mortar. It was there Daryl-" The little girl gasped out smiling widely at her father. "That's your name Daddy! Does this mean this is a story about you and Mommy?" She giggled, all too pleased to be able to piece together the puzzle by herself. Smiling down at his daughter, Daryl chuckled leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Yeah, it is." He whispered sitting up with a smirk as his little hellion kicked giddily. "Now lay still and listen, or yer mama will be pissed." He laughed, "Where was I... Oh! Daryl taught his best friend to hunt using only a stick, string, and tiny pocket knife to craft a simple bow from the elements around them. He taught her the value of patience. To hold as still as possible despite the adrenaline and jitters caused by the hope of a fruitful dinner. She in return taught him all she knew. She taught him to fish and how to lay traps in the warm months. Taught him never to waste a single article of a meal and to thank the land for any food taken for then nature would be more fruitful come the next bounty. But most importantly. She taught him to trust, to love."

The little girl made a show of making large doe eyes at her father batting her long lashes at him. "That's beautiful." She whispered dramatically. "Oh trust me, baby. You haven't heard the best part." Daryl whispered back caressing his thumb over her checks.

"Years passed. Daryl got his license. With every right, he could have run. He could have chosen to leave everything he knew behind and start life anew. He could leave his father behind without so much as a second thought. He'd miss his brother but held some lingering hope that after his extended stay at the state penitentiary for drug possession, Merle would find his way to him." The little girl blinked up at him sadly. "You mean... Uncle Merle?" She asked sadly. Daryl couldn't meet his daughter's eyes this time, simply nodding and continuing his story. "He'd gotten along fine without him so far. But he would be damned if he left her behind. Daryl had dropped out and gotten his GED the first chance he'd gotten.-" Daryl paused meeting his child's curious gaze. "That just means I... Daryl quit school to work." He answered the question he knew was lingering at the back of her mind. The small girl nodded in acknowledgment.

"He refused to give her a solid answer why the day he did it. He guess he just assumed she was planning on doing the same. But... she didn't. She told him she was determined to stay and finish her degree out. The thought truly baffled Daryl. They both had talked about how much they fucking-" The little girl gasped out in shock once more looking completely appalled. This time Daryl knew he messed up however when he heard her whisper a little. I'm tellin' momma. "ain't no reason to tell yer momma! I'll change the damned word just... go to sleep." Daryl sighed scrubbing his face. "They both had talked about how much they really despised school. How they hated the town they lived in. From what he gathered the plan was to leave as soon as possible. He heard Atlanta had work. Lots of it. They could just go there and get jobs now instead of wasting another year and a half in a town they both despised. But she insisted it was something she felt she needed to do. It was only a year and a half... Fine... Daryl hated it but he could live another year. It gave him time to start saving for that ring he saw in the jewelry store window."

The little girl giggled once more earning a pointed look from her father. "What is it?" He asked a little less patiently than he intended. "Daryl's gonna buy her a ring! It means he like likes her." Daryl couldn't help the snort that escaped his throat at the absurd statement. "Yeah, baby. He really like likes her." He responded pinching the bridge of his nose. "Daddy." The girl whispered out grinning from ear to ear. "I like like a boy." She teased earning a low groan from her father.

"One and a half years passed." Daryl continued making a point to ignore her obvious teasing. "The glittering diamond ring now sat proudly on Daryl's best friend's ring finger. A promise for a future untold as she walked proudly to accept her diploma. Daryl had never been so proud of anyone in his life. Nor had he ever been so happy while wearing the most uncomfortable clothing he could possibly imagine. A white button-down, Khakis, dress shoes, and a tie he "borrowed" from Merle's closet. None of it matched the piercings he refused to remove or the tattoos the sleeves and shorts failed to cover. But she loved him so deeply anyway unbeknownst to her that he would look even more handsome in a few months' time standing next to her in the courthouse in his rented suit. With Merle standing by their side he would never look prouder to be a big brother in his life than when he looked on at his little brother and his wife."

"So they got married?" The tot asked sweetly, sleep finally winning as she yawned. "Yes. baby. They got married."

"Another two years. Another blink of an eye. Daryl stared at his apartment with his brother and wife. If he had any say in the matter it would just be he and his wife but Merle was fresh out of jail... again and the pain in his heart every time he watched his older brother throw back more and more liquor or use whatever the drug of choice for the day was kept him from throwing him out on the streets. He knew where Merle's pain was rooted from. The difference, was Merle hadn't been sheltered or protected as much as he was... which wasn't an excuse but warranted warmth from him. This time was different, however. His wife was pregnant. She was going to have a little girl. Fantastic news for the little family. Even Merle seemed excited to have a niece. But the time would come when the baby would come and Daryl and his wife would need their trailer to themselves..."

Daryl's daughter's eyes grew heavy but the small tot fought sleep, curling her self around Daryl's middle and laying her head in his lap. "Is the baby me?" She whispered sleepily. "Yes, princess." He whispered combing through her soft hair.

"Well... that's not exactly how things turned out. It had been exactly six months after the birth of their beautiful daughter, Phoenix that the world went and crapped itself. When his little family had first heard about the outbreak, Daryl specifically remembered Merle laughing before telling his wife to change the channel before it gave the baby nightmares. She did. The news broadcast was on every channel... No matter what they turned it to. Cartoon Network. The Food Channel. All of it was covered by a constant feed of various news anchors covering the horrific new virus everyone should be aware of. Live footage of people... human beings devouring each other in the streets filled the screen and all Daryl wanted to do was turn it off. But Merle has glued a seriousness plastered to his face he'd only ever seen twice before. It scared him. "This has to be a fucking joke..." He remembered whispering, holding Phoenix close to his chest to lessen the soft whimpers of her cries until her mother could fetch a bottle for her to feed with. But as some glass broke outside of the trailer followed by the high-pitched screams of their neighbor, Daryl wasn't entirely sure anymore. Merle had been the one to creep to the window peeking out of their broken blinds before stepping back and looking horrified. "We gotta get the fuck outta here." That was all Merle said as he started grabbing furniture and shoving them against the flimsy door of the trailer. Grabbing whatever they deemed important, they stuffed everything into duffle bags. Guns, arrows, bows, baby supplies, baby food, blankets, and survival gear. They'd all unfortunately trained for this moment. For a life of hardship outcast into the forest to fend for themselves. Daryl, his wife, and Merle. But poor Phoenix... How Daryl and his wife had wanted more for her than what they knew."

Daryl waited for Phoenix's feedback but smiled when he heard none, only feeling her grip on him tighten when he moved and a soft sigh escape her tiny body as she got comfortable. Daryl wanted to be the kind of dad that told his daughter fairy tales of princesses, dragons, trolls, vampires, monsters, and fairies. Not life before the turn. He didn't want to tell her stories to keep her safe from the walkers that existed just outside the prison gates or even the people that could harm her if he or his wife weren't there to protect her. He wanted to be the dad that took her to t-ball and dropped her off at school bawling at the drop off on her first day. Not took her to the courtyard of the prison to practice how to hold and use a pistol should the need arise, shoot a bow just her size to hunt should she ever be left alone for too long, or worry what a lack of education was going to do to her in the long run. Looking up as his wife climbed the stairs to their shared sleeping area Daryl tried to push all his anxiety away. Kissing his best friend, his greatest love, his wife, the mother of his child so deeply before she laid down beside Phoenix he tried to convey that love. He tried to let them know they were the princesses to his fairy tale.

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #first twd fic

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