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kkat-astrophic · 6 months ago

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Points:

Celeste as a victim would've been so fucking funny, imagine her last thoughts to being killed by somebody like Hiro, whom she noted was an idiot, who she already despised. Lmao omfg it would've make chapter 3 so bearable.

They made all the blackened look like people who would kill somebody... lucky in sdr2 Teruteru Chiaki and Gundham were there to subvert expectations kind of... (in gundhams case we just knew how nice he was despite his appearance)

And kiyondo, I'll talk about that absolute asshole later too when I have time.

And makoto.

The points you made are so valid, I love souda and would love to see him piss Makoto off. And make makotos next flaw to be just mad. Like Makoto "perfect" Naegi should've been given more flaws.

Imagine if he just lost his shit at Byakuya in the second trial for fucking with the body. But it was just "Byakuya why would you do this? Nvm I forgive you" like nobody mentions his actions afterwards? Whereas Hajime would humble lil bro so bad.

Im gonna talk a bit about Leon, but I'm.not Leon lore master so I might get stuff wrong, I'm also typing on phone which I find overly difficult when writing long paragraphs.

Leon:

Fanon: Leon is viewed a few different ways in the fandom.

Amazing design cool dude chill (the correct one)

or idiot for believing sayaka, lazy, not bothered to commit, annoying, greedy, just wanted to objectify sayaka, their relationship wasn't Canon, he didn't have genuine feelings for her, just wanted to use her, no reason for him to have any trauma, lazy character, (incorrect)

11037, redhead, ed sheeran hahahahhahaha

Canon:

Leon was a character whom we didn't get to know as well as we did Sayaka. But from what we saw it wasn't much.

Leons character relies on his ftes, execution, and of course the manga. Leon's execution shows us how much he hates baseball, and his ftes do too, but there's more to him than that.

We don't get to learn much about him throughout his time in the game, but here is a synopsis of his time, and points about him as a character.

As a kid, Leon was always exceptional at baseball, he played for multiple teams but was never bothered to show at practice. He knew he was the best, and if you're the best whathlete more do you need to learn? This doesn't necessarily make Leon a bad character, because once again, there's more to him than his skills.

People view him as a regular athlete, but shown in the manga, he hadba genuine crush on sayaka.

He was also incredibly patient with his cousin Kanon Nakajima who stalked him from a young age trying to get in the way of relationships with any females he had in his life. He would look after Kanon and even though she confessed her love for him over 50 times, he always politely declined. He stayed patient with her, invited her to hang out with him when she was alone, he somehow always understood her struggle, a love that he had not returned.

Maybe he knew how it felt because he saw Sayakas Idol band on TV.

If we timeskip to the killing game, Leon began talking more and more to sayaka, we can see on relationship charts she doesn't find him half-bad either. Leon also has interest in "Junko", but canonically has more interactions with Maizono.

He talks with her, and then decides to tell her abput the dream he's willing to work towards, not baseball.

Music.

Shes shocked to hear this, but Leon doesn't seem to notice the hardships that come with music.

The next time we see Leon in the game is when the class trial is explained, which is before "Junko" died.

But the manga explains his actions much better than the end of the chapter.

on the manga he goes to sayaka, he assumes she sent him the letter to either ask him out, or talk more about his music career.

When he gets there, Maizono ambushes him and tries to stab him. He grabs the closest thing near, the gold painted prop katana. Sayaka stumbles back and drops the knife. She picks it up and rushes to the bathroom. She knows the trick to the door handle. Leon doesn't.

While she is trapped inside, Leon runs to his dorm to get the screwdriver and unbolt the door.

In hindsight sayaka could've used this as an opportunity to escape, she knew she wasn't going to win with Leon, so why did she stay there?

Leon gets back and unlocks the door.

He tells her he isn't going to hurt her, and that he won't kill her as long as she puts the knife down.

Sayakas only thoughts are clouded with judgement, if she was thinking clearly she would listen to Leon, begging her to open the door. Telling her it would be alright, telling her things would be okay and that he wouldn't hurt her.

But she didn't.

Leon decided to push his way in, and in an attempt to stop sayaka, and grab the knife, they fought one last time. Before it slipped.

It slipped put of her grasp, his hand on the hilt, as he tried to tug it away he fell backwards, the knife was pushed into sayakas lower abdomen. ("That's not usually where a knife is kept..." - Ishimaru)

"SAYAKA!" He literally screams trying to help her, but knows its too late.

He then tries to clean up, thinking that he killed somebody and would soon graduate. He didn't know abput the class trial rules, so how would he know to clean the 11037 on the wall, it was a string of numbers he didn't know about.

The next day Sayaka is found dead and Monokuma explains the class trial rules.

After the search, Leon is found out and executed, dragged to the thing he hated most in life. The thing that he was going to drop out of. The thing he talked about with sayaka. The sport he was so naturally talented at, tormenting him. The faces he didn't know well enough being the last thing he saw.

Also, people say Leon's execution isn't that painful, but... DID YOU SEE HOW HARD HE HIT THE METAL POLE?! The only reason he was strapped in and Celeste and Mondo weren't in their executions was because his spine hit the pole and shattered, he was strapped in to stop him from falling down, and giving him the most pain and despair.

Little things we notice about Leon in the GAME are better than what we get in the TRIAL, the trial revolves around him! So we have to do a characters fte to understand them? But if Leon is displayed as scary arrogant and unlikeable, who would want to spend time with him?! In the trial we get moments of rage and despair... impatience when he gets caught, not admitting, not being kind... but...

Thats not how he treated Kanon, so why was it any different in the game?! He called people stupid, but he never did that to Kanon, or even his baseball team mates that he hated..

So wtf happened danganronpa?!

You should probably read the manga after playing chapter 1, it makes it so much better...

LEON LORE MASTER TM ADD SOME POINTS IN🔥🔥🔥🔥

Danganronpa Manga Rant- Leon and Sayaka:

@yukiteruakari told me about a Danganronpa Manga edition, and OH MY GOD!!! Thankyou so much for this bro omg.

I'm only up to "Junkos" impaling, but it's so much better than the one I have.

I'll put some screenshots below, and the link too because so far it's translated to English.

Why the Manga is better, what it could do for the fandom:

It gives Sayaka and Leon so much more development as characters and seeing as Mondos case is next we might get to see what they talked about in the sauna. (<- there are so many fan theories for that one, and I'm excited to finally get more lore.)

It's hard to be a Danganronpa fan in 2024 because it all happened 14, 12, and 7 years ago. So like... Spike aren't going to just start explaining more lore on twitter randomly because they feel like it, Danganronpa is done, but this manga helps us understand the killers motive.

If ALL of the fandom read it I'd probably assume the "Mondo Brother Killer >:(" cliche that some of the fandom define him as would be gone, because it has his POV instead of a Monokuma flashback and a shitty animated clip of him doing it "for no reason" other than being "strong-strong-strong-strong-strong" (from the canon game and animation 2014.)

LeoXSaya Rant, Manga>>>Animation:

And yes, Sayaka was revealed to be a bit more of a "snake" (she isn't btw) but her motives were humane and we only thought she wasn't because Makoto is the protagonist and wouldn't think bad about any of his friends.

It also gives Leon haters a reason to stfu and enjoy his character design and small role while it lasts, and it's better than playing his FTEs because he's just gloating about picking up chicks and being better than everybody at Baseball despite hating in from what I've seen.

Also, the art is just BETTER.

The dialogue is just BETTER!

They gave Sayaka a reason to invite Leon over. Because in the anime and game yes it's "wow Sayaka is so hot" on Leons part, but wouldn't that mean Leon would've been the person to invite her to HIS room instead?

But in the Manga they explain her thought process, anybody who hasn't read it will probably just go "Sayaka's dumb for inviting a STAR ATHLETE to try and kill!" but she's smart because if she had killed him she already had an alibi. "We were friends! We bonded over music and drank tea together!" or something... saying that, Sayaka couldn't WIN because Makoto knew about the room swapping ofc. And she'd leave evidence and whatnot.

*Sighs* The Animation Butchered Our Boys...:

(BOYS BECAUSE THE ANIMATION BUTCHERED SO MANY CHARACTERS AND GAVE THEM PISSY MOTIVES AND SHIT-)

I hate the anime alot, but the thing that PISSED ME OFF THE MOST (about 1-1 of the animation) WAS LEON'S REACTION. He was having a mental breakdown, which was fine and accurate... probably good as well instead of him screaming "stupid" then losing it halfway through the word and realising his fate quietly.

They give him a moment of remorse.

"I didn't want to... I mean she... she was tring to... kill me... right? I just... didn't know what else to do... okay...?" (quote end)

but then he gets mad.

I don't know about you, but on first watch this ruined it for me. "He's just screaming now..." like... it makes me mad for almost no reason.

He was about to have a very humane moment of "I didn't have a choice..." he's looking down at the pedestal thingy in the court, he's defeated, he's sad, he's been caught. He's in despair.

Then he yells at the others "you would've done the same thing in my shoes!"

And you know what the writers did instead of making him cry after that? Anything... would've been better, but this is the dam animation we're talking about...

"I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE OKAY! THE CRAZY SKANK WAS GOING TO KILL ME, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

He did have a choice...

The manga gave him a choice, he tried to save Sayaka. Then he ended up killing her, ON ACCIDENT. That line alone contradicts the fact of any of that happening, he and Sayaka had just bonded hours earlier.

Like, this is my opinion and I've never heard anybody talk about this before, BUT THE WRITERS NEEDED TO WRITE LEON BETTER!!! The game wrote Leon fine, but the animation was a second chance at giving him development!

I liked him trying to escape the court room though. That was a nice touch that I don't think was in the game.

BUT BROOOOO HE CALLED SAYAKA A SKANK HOURS AFTER ADMITTING HE WAS CRUSHING ON HER, DANGANRONPA ANIMATION WHERE'S THE LOGIC!

Like, the scene made me so mad on re-watch and I can't pinpoint why!

Like instead of this: https://youtu.be/CbQ6McYz7U0?t=59

(Good animation though imo, the closeup expressed his emotions nicely-)

HAVE THIS THOUGH, THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER!

IT JUST HITS WAY BETTER-

Anyway, that's my rant of the day because why not.

The game itself had issues, but compared to the animation it was just so much better, and makes me want to give it a 7/10 instead of a 6...

#danganronpa #leon kuwata #kiyotaka ishimaru #dr1 #mondo owada #Celestia ludenburg #Yasuhiro hagakure #<- tags that relate to the previous reblogs #Opinion #TH #THH #thh #Rant post #Leon #Kuwata #Leon kuwata #Kuwata Leon

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girlwithwolftatoo · 3 years ago

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Todo es posible, menos tú -Jake Lockley x Reader

A/N: Yeah I just simply wanted to make a songfic and this was the result. Anyways if you're curious, the song I used for this is "Nena" by Miguel Bosé.

Warnings: None. Jake being Jake. A lot of spanish words.

When the white limousine parked in front of the stairs, it aroused the curiosity of all the boys entering and leaving the library. Some girls opened their mouths in surprise, and the boys whistled under their breath, some in derision, others in shock.

One girl got up from the stairs, closing the huge volume she had been reading for long minutes. Glasses, pleated skirt, long sleeves and a knitted vest in autumn colors, the classic nerd stamp, an invisible silhouette until they noticed her approaching the limousine. A man stepped out of it, wearing a plain black suit, worn gloves and a beret on his head, waving to the young lady.

"Good afternoon, señorita" -he said before opening the back door of the car for her. The gossip they left behind was even more intense than before as the limousine began its journey.

Jake was enjoying that game very much, and looked in the rearview mirror at the girl who was smiling, playfully, from the red-lined seat. He thought of the first time they met, when she was leaving a party and craning her neck in search of a cab, unsuccessfully; he saw her coming around the corner, and instinct made him stop next to her. The girl squeezed her chest, pulling her sweater tighter, shy and cautiously afraid as Jake lowered the glass to talk to her.

"Do you need a ride?" he asked. The girl's eyes wandered around the car, nervous. Jake smiled "Relax, there's no creepy guy in the back, how far are you going?"

"Windham," she answered simply.

"How about this? Ten pounds to take you to Windham. It'll be hard for you to find a cab at this hour, besides..." he added in a whisper, "it's no good for you to be here alone"

He saw that the young girl's mind was calculating the risks and, after a few seconds, she nodded and got into the car.

"So... Windham," the driver repeated, glancing sideways at her, "I'm Jake, by the way, Jake Lockley"

"My pleasure, Jake Lockley."

He left her his card, knowing he wouldn't gain much from it, but interested in seeing her again. And when she called him just a few weeks later, an eerie joy swept over him. He was very surprised to find her, looking in a way he wouldn't have imagined she'd dare wear: short, strappy top, well-fitted due to her generous bust, mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, a rather kitschy teddy coat. In other words, she looked like a streetwalker, a very cute one, though.

"I had a silly costume party and had to improvise," she explained as she got into the limo, her cheeks flushed, "I know I look demented.

Jake agreed, but he also thought she looked... attractive, in a very peculiar way. He glanced in the rearview mirror at her legs struggling to find a comfortable position, embarrassed by the shortness of her skirt, and the huge round earrings that swayed with every movement of her head.

Ese look cha-cha-chá, casi casi vulgar, y esas cejas…

"And how was the party?" he asked. He heard her sigh.

"I don't like alcohol that much, a couple of beers and I was already feeling dizzy. Do you drink, Mr. Lockley?"

"Not during working hours"

They passed a café Jake knew. He slowed the car down.

"And what abput the milkshakes? "

"Well, they're pretty good. I like the ice cream, the smoothies..."

Without asking any more questions, Jake parked in front of the café. He saw her frown, and smiled at her.

"I'll have a milkshake... How about you?"

Again that adorable expression of doubt. She may not have noticed it, but it was always the same gesture: she drew her eyebrows together, looked down at her hands, bit her lower lip.

She accepted the invitation, and they both went into the place. They talked for a while, laughed, Jake loved the uproarious but tinkling sound, like a bunch of rattles rolling down a flight of stairs, that produced his passenger's laughter. She brushed his knee, he caressed her fingers, and they found themselves later in the limo kissing somewhat coyly.

"There's a party in a few weeks," she told him, stretching her pleated skirt over her knees and looking out the window, "It's formal. I don't like long dresses"

"Will you need me?" Jake asked. Sometimes more was better, he thought, imagining the curves hidden by those clothes that made him think of a schoolgirl.

She smiled.

"I'm a little embarrassed to abuse your goodwill... you should charge me more."

Jake shook his head, letting out a chuckle.

Hay un ángel en tu mirada, inquietante tabú

Nena, Luna serena…

He parked in front of her apartment, left the pilot's seat and went to open the door for her, holding out a hand to her parsimoniously.

“Señorita…”

She took his hand, but tugged on it. Jake let himself be lured into the car, and she caught him in a kiss, tender but desirous. Jake reached out with his free hand to close the door as his passenger held him by the collar of his jacket. He leaned against the back of the seat and responded to the kiss, making her tilt her head as she stuck out her tongue and ran his lower lip with it, further igniting the desire that lived caged in the man.

He placed a hand on her leg, under her skirt, slipped his tongue into her mouth and the weight of his body carried them to end up lying on the seat. He brought his hand to her abdomen, under her clothes, and moved up to meet the rough texture of her bra. He heard her gasp, but he didn't stop to ask if he could continue, he needed to, and something told him she did too, so without any shame he held her breast and massaged it.

"Have you fucked?" he asked in a whisper.

"Not yet," she answered.

Jake sat up, dazed, what exactly was holding him back? Was it those two silly prudes that inhabited his mind? His hands burned with the urge to hold her, to caress the skin he hadn't seen yet, to fuck her good and hard until she thanked him with watery eyes. But he didn't.

No he podido escapar

Desde aquí, desde allá

Me dejé dominar poco a poco

She kissed him goodbye with a short kiss on the lips and winked.

"See you around, Jake. Thanks"

He drove for a long moment, looking in the rearview mirror at the seat as if he could recapture the image from minutes before. He would see her again, again and again, following that game where he never knew how and in what situation he would find her, where each time they would get a little further in that flirtation where Jake was sure that, if he didn't assert himself, he would end up losing.

Nena, ámbar y arena

Boca salvaje, solo tú

Promesas y mentiras, solo tú

Estrella de mi corazón, solo tú

Sofisticada diva, solo tú

He could wait a little longer, Jake thought before reaching into the glove compartment for his revolver.

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight fanfiction #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #oscar isaac #my fanfiction

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years ago

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Hello,can you do a headcanon about hinata x childhood!reader?

The reader always support hinata whenever he's playing volleyball,i think it's cute.

I absolutely adore this omg!

Also i conpletely forgot that you said headcannon and not fic, but when i realised i was already halfway through and it was too late to regret it 💀

Masterlist<3

Hinata x Reader

Hinata had been passionate about volleyball for as long as you could remember. There was never a time where you hadn't known him to be obsessed with the sport.

Obviously you hadn't been friends with him his whole life, but the two of you had been thick as thieves since you had first met. Some would say you were attached at the hip.

So when he didn't grow out of what people called this "childish phase" of being obsessed with the sport, you really weren't surprised. He had a passion. You weren't sure what was so wrong with that.

Life seemed so confusing as a kid. It was all "you should find your passion and stick to it! Enjoy life! Hobbies are healthy!" Until you actually found something you liked. Then it was "that's not how the real world works. You're obsessed! You're acting like a child!"

It's just a game. What's the harm in having fun?

It didn't matter to you, though. Hinata was your ride or die, and you would stick with him! If Hinata wants to play volleyball, then he should be able to do what he wants and the parents could stuff it. Sucks to suck.

And stick with him you did. You've not missed a single one of his big games, and you were always in the stands cheering him on, whether it be through victory or a crushing defeat.

You only wished you could play along with him, but you're a girl, and would have to join the girl's team and to be honest, you were never very good at volleyball anyway. You would've just dragged their team down.

Whatever. Sucks to suck, right?

You've never told him how many times you've backed him up when he wasn't even there, speaking up against passing people who made comments on how hard he tries for something so seemingly irrellivant. What assholes. You've always backed his corner though.

You both met when you were little, when you ran straight into eachother and collided headfirst during a big game of tag in the playground. Though, when people ask, you like to just say "i broke his nose" and leave it at that.

You sit at the bleachers, watching Hinata fly sky high as he smacks the ball down into the opposing team's court, winning the game by a few points. As much as he likes to explain all of the rules and positions in the game over and over, you just never really understood. But that was okay, because for what you lacked in understanding, you more than made up for in support and encouragment.

You leap over the bleachers like a wild kangaroo, practically bouncing up to the buzzing ginger and enveloping him into a hug while he talks to Suga. The team don't really know you all that well, but when that Tanaka boy spots you, he sure wishes he does.

Hinata goes stiff as a board as you attach yourself to him like some sort of koala person, squishing him with the might of a bear and rambling on abput how proud you are, his blush rushing all the way down to his toes.

He feels like the luckiest person on earth right now, his teammates and friends with him as they bask in the glory of their recent triumph, and his bestie at his back, cuddling him and giggling about something along the lines of "flying sky high". He doesn't remember you ever being the type of person to try drugs, but- hey... don't knock it 'till you try??

"Oh gosh i almost set my house on fire this morning because i forgot you can't put forks in the microwave- but here i am! And boy am i glad because i couldnt bear to miss this! Gotta be here- i mean, why break tradition, huh? Never missed a game yet! -Because what are we? For lifers!-"

Your pointless rambling is cut off as Hinata hugs you back, having managed to spin you around while he starts on a pointless ramble on his own.

The team watches on in horror as you both seem to speak in your own private language, your synchronised rambling and jumping around signalling that Hinata may be a duplicate.

Tobio deadpanns. "It was already too much with just one of that idiot. Now we've got another one?"

Neither of you notice though, and you're too busy making synchronised squealing noises and jumping around to notice the comment, but just seeing you here in support for Hinata's dream is enough for most of them.

And with open arms, the team comes to recognise you as Hinata's number one, and just as valuable of a friend.

This video is obviously not mine lmfao but omfg this is exactly how i imagine reader and hinata to be like together 💀💀💀

#hinata x reader #hinata shoyuo #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years ago

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Defender

AN: just a Cold War era crossover with Nick Fowler and Lloyd Hansen.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

You're sitting in an apartment in Berlin. As long as anybody in these circles knows you are working for the British, and you just got word, more like a command that you are to work with two agents. One from the US, one from Berlin itself, the resistance. You were to meet them in a club downtown. You were sitting in your bodycon dress and your ballon jacket, your knives and gun well hidden despite how good you looked. A man with a buzzcut walked up to the bar next to where you were sitting, motioning to the bartender to give him a whiskey and one of whatever you were drinking. Of course, the minute he set foot in the club, you knew who he were, but that doesn't mean you cannot play a bit if he doesn't know you.

-I'm not taking drinks from strangers. - you said with a calm smile looking in front of you, sipping your drink. A simple vodka-soda.

-We can easily change that. - the man said holding out his hand, which you flirtily took. - I'm David. - he lied.

-Elizabeth. - you said. Two can play the game, you thought before settling back on your barstool.

-You doesn't seem like you're from around here. What do you do for work sweetheart? - he asked.

-I'm a librarian at the university. - blunt lie. You were trained to be quick to make up stories abput all the different lives you lived to protect yourself and your identity. You never questioned nor him nor his american accent. You were so indifferent, it intrigued him, wanting to pursue you even more. He still had some time until the arranged meeting, who wouldn't take that opportunity. Perhaps between missions he could visit you.

Meanwhile another man stopped on your other side. Crisp shirt and suit, dense mustache,

-mein Schatz if this american bothers you just say the word. - you smirked.

You turned to him, smiling still kind of indifferent. The agent from the resistance. You could've guessed everyone really wanted these plans.

-Liebling doesn't really a bother if i don't really care about him now does he? - you smirked at the other, winking at him before pickung up your glass and leaving them to sit in a booth far from anything else. The sway of your hips enchanted them, they did not even notice that their legs carried them over to both sides of you before they were sitting down, looking at eachother in a silent dare.

-No need to fight over me gentleman, plenty to go around. But before the fun, let's talk business Mr. Fowler, Mr. Hansen. - you smirked as their face fell.

-I understand that noone ever works with others so this will be equally hard for us, especially since we're from different organizations. Let's just try and not make this any harder for eachother will you? - you said with your sweetest smile as you traced Fowler's jawline with a finger, while grabbing Hansen's thigh just high enough. They nodded quickly. This was too easy. Men were so easy to led on.

After you talked about the plans you retreated to you apartment, taking a bath while listening to both men's conversations. You chuckled when you found out that all the devices worked, they had not found them so you were able to get all the information you needed.

The first mission wasn't for 3 days, you had plenty of time to plan for yourself. You knew how to lead them on easily, but you knew you also cannot afford ot to have your own back up plans.

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When the mission was on, you chuckled as you saw them out, trying to get through the fences. You were already inside the factory, thankful for them distracting everyone inside, so noone noticed you. You heard them running over the intercomms, smirking to yourself as you downloaded the data from the computer. For you this was a quick in and out mission since you used them as pawns.

The only thing you said to them was when you sat in your car.

-Far east corner of the hangar. 3 minutes.

And they were there. They hopped in your car, and you sped away, to the agreed hotel 3 towns away. You took out the keys for the rooms. There was only two. You told them to wait, whilst you made a call.

Boss: sweetheart, i know it's not ideal, you'll need to play the wife of one of them in tomorrow's ball. Easier to get in.

(Y/n): are you insane? i need to share a fcking room with one of these airheads? ugh.. fine. but you better raise my share of the biz.

Boss: you got it.

You tried to hide your anger but it was evident in their eyes that you did not get the result you wanted. When you got to them, you put on your sweetest fake smile as you put your arms around the chosen man.

-Nicky, honey, i'm so glad we were able to take my brother to the honeymoon with us. - you cooed, the confusion evident in their eyes. You rolled your eyes, and leaned in close, noses touching.

-Comply you asshat, we'll talk later. - you whispered. And then he snaked his hands on your waist, smiling at you sweetly.

-Anything for my dearest. - as he managed to put a kiss on your cheek as he whispered. -good choice sweetheart, i'll keep you safe. - with a cocky wink as he left one of his hands on the small of your back, carrying your luggage to the room. Settling for the night.

When the door closet behind you, you shrugged his hand off, getting rid of your coat and boots. You took your toletteries and headed for the bathroom.

You were showering for quite some time when you heard the bathroomdoor open. You locked it so you had plenty of time to notice the intruder. You stood behind the door, waiting for him to enter. When he did you put a knife to his neck, as you stood behind him, wearing a towel only, not as he could see that.

-Not enjoying being a pawn, sweetheart. It's about time you let us in, or me at least.

-Easier this way Fowler. No hard feelings. - you said lowering the knife when you made sure he was unarmed. When you turned your back to him he jumped on you one hand around your torso, another holding one of your hand behnd your back.

-So what's with the honeymoon shit?

-Tomorrow's ball. It's easier to get in as a married couple and leave Hansen out to do survelliance. Now be a good actor and don't blow this for us all tomorrow. - you snickered. He leaned, nuzzling into your neck.

-I better practice then. - he said before kissing your neck, making you sigh.

-I don't think this married couple has sex in front of a room full of people. - you tilted your head back, letting him bite and kiss your neck some more.

-Some PDA never hurt honey. - as he cupped one of your breasts with one hand, gently massaging them.

With the hand behind your back, you started palming him through his sweats. Making him growl into your neck before he bit down on your shoulder, pushing you to the sink. He turns you around, and lifts you to sit on top of it. Peeling away the towel. He takes a step back, taking in your form fully. Bruises and cuts, scars littered all over you, but somehow you are still the most beautiful woman he ever set eyes upon. He opens your legs and stand between them, kissing you softly, almost lovingly, and if you weren't a triple agent your whole life you might've fallen for his act, but not this way. You could still take what you wanted though. You kissed him back feverishly, before breaking the kiss, reaching to the left, lighting a cigarette as you pushed his head downwards. He licked, sucked, fingered, teased you relentlessly, until a loud moan escaped you, making him growl into your soaked pussy, sending you over the edge. You stood up, made him step into the shower, thinking you'll return the favor, but nstead you opened the cold water right above his head, soaking him.

-Some PDA, i am your respectable little wife, not your whore Fowler. - then you left for the room, dressing up in a white tanktop and panties. He cooled down enough to get that there will be no fucking. Soon enough he got out, smelling great, settling beside you on the bed.

The next morning Hansen basically entered without knocking to find you and Nick sitting on the bed, reading some papers you took from the factory.

-Shit, a nuclear bomb?

-Yeah, we need to get the blueprints to ensure it won't get in the wrong hands. - you said as Hansen walked up to you, holding your chin up, making you look at him.

-Kind of you to join us brother. - you said with a mocking smile.

-I liked your voice better yesterday little sister. - he growled before putting a small kis on the corner of your lips.

-Keep it in your pants boys, we have a job to do. -i you said, getting back to the papers.

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At the ball...

You walked around, hanging off of Nick's arm. He sure did play the part of a doting husband. It was almost discracting. Almost. You excused yourself to the bathroom, discreetly "getting lost" in the hallways of the mansion, already knowing where the safe would be with the blueprints. You only had to knock out 3 guards on the way and at the door. You thought this would be harder. You gently put a mock blueprint back to the place of it's original, gently hiding the original behind your thigh strap, securing it in the secret compartment. Hiding two mock ones on your body as well. You were thankful for the help, but you weren't gonna let them have it. It was too dangerous.

When you got back, Lloyd and Nick were talking with whiskeys in hand. You walked up to them, took Nick's whiskey and kissed him passionately.

-Sorry brother, i think my husband will need to take me back to the hotel, i am quite tired you see.

-Let us all get back then, we cannot let you fall ill little sister. - he said with a new kind of hunger in his eyes. You noticed Nick gently taking one of the mock blueprints and hiding it in his suit. When you got back to the hotel room, so took off your jewellery, seeing that not only did Lloyd not go back to his room, but he locked yours. Nick was quick behind you, holding his knife to your throat as he gently unzipped your dress, letting it fall to your feet, leaving you in your straps and underwear. Lloyd walked closer with a smirk on his face. His hands flying to your waist, massaging the skin gently, as Nick nibbled on your ear, whispering.

-The mission might be over, but we're gonna have some fun, what do you think sweetheart? - he asked lowly. The thought crossed your mind, but it was too risky. You were unarmed, in between two very much armed men. You knew self defense, so you succesfully disarmed them, jumping for your gun, holding them at gunpoint since Nick's gun was right next to yours.

-I knew you are pissed Nicky that i used you to get off, but we're on a job, and it is not finished until we leave this goddamn hotel. So you two either can leave, or calm the fuck down. Help eachother for all i care.

-I know you won't shoot me doll. -Nick said as he walked up to you. And he was right, he was too handsome to kill. You never had to see him again anyways.

You just hid his nose with the handle of the gun.

That gave Lloyd just enough time to jump on you from behind, unarming you.

-Oh oh.. wrong move sweetheart, you should've shot both of us. - he mocked you, as he held you to his chest with one hand, the other gently playing with the bands of your underwear.

-Well, that's one way to get me going.. - said Nick as he strutted towards you with a bleeding nose, using the knife to cut off your bra.

-Now be a good girl and suck your husband off will ya? - said Lloyd as he sat down on the couch, with you in his lap, holding your hands under his, until Nick cuffed your hands behind Lloyds neck, leaving you vunerable to them. As Nick stood in front of you, already taking his cock out, Lloyd opened your legs over his tighs, starting to tease you with his fingers. He shoved a finger inside, making you whimper and that gave just enough of an opening for Nick to start to thrust down your throat.

-Damn princess, i like your mouth better this way... Why didn't i do this sooner.. - he said slapping your cheeks, and his dick in your mouth. Lloyd was fingering you vigorously when he felt you fluttering around his fingers, making him take them out, leaving you with a frustrated moan. His other hand grabbed your throat.

-What? Use your words honey, i can't understand if you'r mouth's full.. - he whispered and then chuckled, as he freed his cock, shoving it inside you with one swift motion making you moan around Nick's member.- now remember sweetheart... you cannot cum until i say so. -he growled as he started thrusting inside of you with an unforgiving pace. When your velvety walls started to flutter around him he always stopped, making you lose your mind. When Nick came down your throat, he sat back on the bed, to watch Lloyd using you. Soon enough he was palming himself again.

-Whaddaya think Hansen, would i fit in there? - he asked, making your eyes go wild, but you could only moan. Lloyds fingers were now in your mouth, as he was fucking into you.

-Hmm.. quite thight, but might as well try. I can always take her little back hole. - he said as his left index finger circled the puckered hole. You were soaked, so lubing it up wasn't a problem. AT this point your juices were dripping from his balls as well. Nick walked up to you, finger gently circling your clit, making you moan out loud. He then put one finger next to Lloyd's cock inside you, feeling if he would fit or not.

-Hmm... let's try the latter.. i don't think i'd fit in there.. - he said licking you off of his fingers, before leaning in to kiss your neck.

-Well then sweetheart, let me in. - said Lloyd as he slowly entered your butthole, groaning at the tightness of it. You weren't even prepared, it hurt, but when Nick entered you, while he still slowly played with your clit made you forget it altogether. You never felt so full. But then they started to move. You thought you're gonna rip, break, fall apart. The orgasms they denied you up until now clouding your mind. You were simply just theirs to play with. And they did. You were fucked dumb by the time Lloyd came into you, still not pulling out. Nick slapped you again, still rutting into you, he got a hold of your chin, making you look at him.

-Now now sweetheart, i need you to cum with me.. right about now. - he said and it sent you over the edge immediately. He came into you. Cum dripped from all of your holes as they put you in the bed, leaning on either side of you. You fell asleep almost immediately. They talked over you some before they fell asleep too.

You woke up to an empty bed and complete silence. You checked your strap for the original blueprint, it was still there, so you sighed and took your time getting ready. By the time you were done, you found both of them on the bed waiting for you.

-What? - you asked.

-Could be a bit sweeter after yesterday dont you think? - Lloyd said.

-You got your blueprint, why come back?

-Yes, we all got our blueprints, sent them to our bosses already, however, we know those weren't the originals. Who are you working for? - Nick asked.

-The british.. - you said with a blank face.

-And? - he motioned you to continue, pointing his gun towards you.

-The russian.

-no shit sweetheart... definetely know who to fuck with... - said Lloyd, anger in his eyes.

-and the chinese.. - you said with a smirk, which Nick reciprocated, Lloyd just seemed surprised.

-Now let me tell you how this will go.. You can either hand over the original blueprint, or we could kill Hansen and run, ooooor.... - he said as he threw a folder to your feet. You opened it, seeing 3 new identities, new names, passports, and 3 one way plane tickets to Ibiza.

-Do i have a choice? - you asked.

-You always do. so what will it be? - said Nick.

-Okay, we can disappear to Ibiza, but first, help me kill off some russians and chinese. - you said with a smirk.

Lloyd stood up, walking over to you, hooking a finger under your chin and kissing you softly before asking.

-You weren't gonna give that shit to anybody, were you?

You shook your head.

-Shit's too dangerous. I plan to dispose of it.

-How very nice of you. - he said as he took it from the strap, finger barely scratching your clit through your underwear, before he took the cigarette out of his mouth, lighting the blueprint up.

The three of you watched it burn before leaving. Working towards Ibiza, having the most awesome sex you ever had in your life.

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The Story about Music and Chickens part 2. Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Hi!

I come with another chapter, I don't have too much writen abput this story, but I taking it slowly, I mean, I don't know if I'm going to post it every week or when I'll feel creative, but I've already had this chapter ready so...

Here I come!

I hope you like it!

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Alexandria non-canon. Warning: fluff. Words: 4800 Summary: Daryl found more music and Eugene discovered your little secret. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @ruinedbythehobbit @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

About Music and Chickens. part 2.

The mall wasn't as far as it seemed at first glance, it didn't take you more than ten minutes longer than the original route to get there. Daryl left the chicken cage on the ground next to the bike. He cursed again holding a finger to his mouth.

"Stop pecking me!" he said angry and you laughed under your breath.

"You can stay here taking care of them, if you want." You proposed, he looked at you narrowing his eyes. "I'm just going to have a quick look around, the place seems pretty quiet, don't you think?"

"Yeah, a little..." He muttered looking around. "Nah, I'll go with ya, if it's a trap or there are Walkers locked inside I ain't gonna leave ya alone." He shook his head picking up his crossbow.

"Alright, behave yourselves." You said to the birds. "We'll be back soon."

"Stop talking to the birds. That creep me out." He scoffed giving you a little tap with his elbow.

"Why? why did I say they get laid too?" he hummed. "If you think about it, what we always eat are their babies..."

"Oh for God's sake..." He grimaced in distaste. "It's food, plain and simple, don't turn yer nose up at something that doesn't have it. I mean it." He scowled at you and you let out a chuckle again raising your hands in peace.

"Sorry, Feathers, you're really funny when you make that face."

"I ain't make faces... And ain't call me that." He grunted, but gave a half-smile without being genuinely annoyed.

"As you say, Sir." You used a mocking tone making a military gesture and Daryl felt his whole body jerk.

He couldn't understand the strong effect you had on him.

At the door of the mall you gave a couple of knocks on the structure that echoed throughout the deserted building expecting to receive some grunt or muffled gasp in response, worst case scenario falling into a trap or a bunch of lunatics pointing their guns at you, but none of that happened and you both breathed a sigh of relief.

The picture inside the impressive place was desolate, what it might have become in its good old days turned to nothing now, all the stores smashed, rifled, broken glass, furniture turned to rubble, there were bodies of Walkers scattered around the main hallway, but they all had some shot in the head or was smashed against the floor, it was obvious that someone had taken care of them long ago.

"Okay, we can split up if you want." You said to Daryl.

"Okay... Be careful." He asked letting you go off on your own.

"Yeah, you too." You smiled and walked away with a nervous pace.

He frowned a little, why didn't you tell him about the music? Maybe you didn't trust him? Maybe you considered it something unimportant and you didn't want to bother, however, he didn't care, he would have liked to ask you about your tastes, if you had a particular favorite group, if Cher was really one of the singers you used to listen to or if you had found that song by chance. Daryl didn't remember too much of the music he used to listen to, it's not like he had a particular group he liked, in the bars he always went with Merle the music was very similar, loud and raucous so people couldn't hear each other talk and drank more, but he was curious. Of course he couldn't ask you directly, if he did he would have to tell you that he had seen you dancing at your house almost in your underwear and he was sure he wouldn't have been able to say the word "panties" in front of you without stuttering like an idiot.

Sometimes he felt like a child, you weren't the first woman you had passed through his life, true they were all when he was drunk enough not to remember them the next day, but he knew how to use his penis pretty well, plus there was also... He shook his head, he didn't want to think about her, it still hurt to think about her even though it was never anything really serious. Yes, he had loved her, he had felt safe. After Negan and the Saviors had almost taken everything from you, Daryl simply needed to get away from everything and everyone, feeling defeated once again, he almost felt the same feeling when he couldn't give Carol back her little Sophia that time all those years ago at the Greene farm. She protected him in her arms and when he returned to Alexandria the goodbye was final, she disappeared leaving Dog as the only memory. But that had been so long ago and when she returned to the community and saw that you were there, helping the others, something strange formed in her chest and she felt as if she had betrayed you. More than you, his feelings for you. He never expressed them out loud, he was never able to tell you anything, anger, the desire for revenge, hatred and despair were the most intense emotions that ran through his blood for too long until you managed to get rid of your worst enemy, to then simply run away, lick his wounds hidden from all those he cared about.

From you.

He sighed long and closed his eyes. It was no time to keep thinking about it, he himself had decided long ago that he would not interfere in your life. Perhaps he had had the opportunity between his fingers when the alliances of your communities became strong, but he had let it go, now he was not the one to try to claim anything or anyone. As much as he cared for you. However that didn't mean he couldn't help you, he still felt anything for you, he was your friend too, he wanted to be able to take advantage of that part of your trust to keep on knowing things about you, but you were pushing him away, you were hiding your little radio from him as if it was an unconfessable secret and he felt weird about it.

Did you think he was going to judge you? He of all people had not the right to do something like that.

It was frustrating, all through the building, searching every store you'd passed, you hadn't found any decent CDs you could take with you, in the process you'd picked up some valid clothes and utensils for Olivia's kitchen and storage, so Daryl wouldn't see you show up empty handed. Your real mission had been a failure. You rubbed your face in frustration. You had made the hunter detour there for nothing, your chickens were alone and out in the open because of your stupid wish. If someone took them... If someone stole Daryl's bike. Your breathing stopped then and your heart started pounding. You had to leave. The last thing you wanted was for the archer to lose the bike he had built himself piece by piece and loved so much.

You went down to the main hallway again seeing that Daryl was also returning with a pillowcase using it as a sack, some clothes were sticking out of it and it looked all bunched up inside the fabric. You smiled and showed him what you had found yourself stuffing it inside the pillowcase.

"Thank you for joining me." You told him and he hummed without giving it a thought.

"We got more stuff, it was a good stop." He looked sideways at you hesitating for a moment. "Did ya find what ya were lookin' for?" his question surprised you, but you shook your head feeling your cheeks redden.

"N-no... I'm sorry for wasting your time..." you apologized.

"Ya haven't." And then you felt a blow against your head, as you lifted it up to see what he had hit you with you discovered that in his hand he was carrying a couple of music records.

"Wh-where did you... h-how did you..." you stammered not knowing what to say and a giggle of excitement and nervousness escaped you as you picked up the two records to look at them closely.

"Yesterday..." He started and cleared his throat. "I went to yer house to get Carol and heard the music coming out of yer house." He lied, or at least a little, still your cheeks took on a deep reddish color.

"I-I... I'm sorry if you saw the show... I didn't know..."

"I didn't see anythin'." He said again quickly, lying again. "I met Carol at the door, so... Yer safe." You always would be, he would never go around telling anything that could hurt you.

"Thank you." You said sincerely going back to looking at the discs in your hands.

"There's a store, up ahead that's a music store, if ya wanna look around and pick up something ya really like..."

"No, it's fine like this, the chickens aren't waiting and they'll eventually get away o.... Something worse."

"Shit, it's true... we can come another day." He offered you nodded.

"That would be great."

Fortunately, nothing and no one got hold of the chickens and everyone returned home safely. Although the urge to kill the bird came over Daryl again when, upon opening the cage in the chicken coop, the rooster jumped for his head again, the archer escaped unharmed as he managed to close the door in time.

"That chicken has it in for me!" He roared angrily raising the crossbow towards the bird.

"Calm down!" You pushed it away from the chicken coop fence." You're both dominant males, he's just defending his females from you."

"I ain't interested in his hens, at least not like this."

"Well but he just smells your testosterone and well you know." A chuckle escaped you again and he snorted.

"Whatever, if he ever gets an inch off the ground again we'll barbecue rooster for dinner." He threatened the animal as if he could actually understand him.

"Whatever you say." You shook your head in amusement and showed him the records again. "Do you want to come and hear them with me? Well... you found them..."

"I can't, I have to take these to the main house, wash them and then distribute them among the families. Some of them have gotten serious about having babies..."

"Sure, you're right." You nodded and hid the CDs again. "Thanks again for taking me and finding them."

"Enjoy them, and let me know if they're any good." Hi made a grimace and walked away again towards the main houses in Alexandria.

Daryl walked into the Grimes house with the bag of new clothes over his shoulder and a frown on his face, Rick walked over to greet him and see what he had brought, but closed his mouth in a grimace when he saw his friend's dismayed gesture.

"What's wrong Daryl, is everything okay?" He asked him worriedly, Daryl shook his head with a snort.

"Yeah, why?" however his question sounded like a bark from a wounded animal.

"I don't know, tell that to your face." He muttered, Daryl threw the bag to the ground with a burst of frustration at his friend's words.

"I'm fine, it's my fuckin' face!" He barked and Rick held up his hands in peace.

"Hey, calm down, Daryl, you're obviously not fine, did something happen...?"

"Fuck no! I brought you guys clothes." He said matter-of-factly and stormed out of there slamming the door.

"Was that Daryl? did something happen?" Michonne peeked through one of the doors of the house with RJ holding her hand.

"I don't know...he brought us clothes but I don't remember asking him to look..." She picked up the sack looking inside. "Did you ask him for anything like that?"

"No...but it won't hurt, our community is growing so fast, give it to me and I'll take it to the laundry." She said stretching out her arm, Rick handed it to her and kissed her.

"Come on RJ, let's go for a walk and let mommy do stuff." He said to her benjamin, the little boy nodded kissing his mother and went with Rick for a walk around the community making sure everything was ok.

Michonne gathered up all the clothes she had scattered throughout the house before making her way to the building they now called the Laundromat. Being an extra expense of energy and sunlight, they had designed a single-story house to run all the washing machines at the same time, twice a week a pile of dirty clothes was prepared and an extensive laundry was prepared for the whole community and then each family goes there to pick up what belongs to them, in case there were new clothes, as in this case, they were distributed among all once they were clean.

There the woman with the sword met Rosita, Sasha, Sidiqq and some others who were leaving the clothes in the sacks that were there prepared for the laundry.

"Good morning." He greeted them with a friendly smile leaving the sack on top of one of the washers. "Let's set up the washers today, Daryl brought clothes from a patrol so we'll spread them out."

"I didn't know we had organized a patrol for groceries." Sasha said looking at her partner, Michonne shook her head with a shrug.

"Me neither, but it probably came to you on the way, it never hurts to have some more of this." She said showing off underwear and baby clothes."

"Abraham said he had gone out for the chickens, he was accompanied." When Rosita mentioned your name the three women looked at each other and Michonne smiled broadly.

"Okay, now I understand a lot of things."

"Is something wrong?" Rosita and Sasha moved a little closer to their companion, in a tone of confidence and gossip. Sidiqq gave them a sidelong glance and shook his head, leaving one of the bags, walking away. He didn't want to know anything about female gossip.

"Well Daryl came in a little nervous to bring all these clothes, Rick asked him if he was okay and he burst out like... Well, you know how he is when he's feeling a little trapped." She looked at her companions and they nodded rolling their eyes. "If you're telling me now that you saw them out together this morning, now I understand some things."

"I'll never understand why it's so hard for him, I mean... I haven't known him since the beginning of all this started, but I'm sure a lot of women would be willing to do him a favor." Rosita commented and Sasha nodded, even Michonne rocked her head in a positive manner.

"We've all seen that Daryl always moves carefully with everything he does and says, even if later when he says it he's a brute." Laughed Sasha. "But yes, he is quite attractive and over the years..."

"Ladies." Gabriel approached the small group about skipping them. "Are you going to use the washing machine or are you going to continue gossiping about our fellow community members?"

"Sorry, Father." Said all three at once feeling their cheeks heat up.

You were surprised by the two CDs you were holding in your hands, Daryl's choice of your tastes. You weren't sure if he had done it because of what he had heard coming out of your house or he really thought you had that kind of taste, but one of them was a compilation of dance-pop music from the nineties with the most prominent groups of that time. You laughed quietly before looking at the other CD, it had nothing to do with it, it was a CD of soundtracks from different movies that had long since ceased to exist. Something squeezed in your chest remembering your younger years, when you would sit on your living room floor to enjoy them, with your popcorn or your bags of knick-knacks spread everywhere. You sighed letting the nostalgia take over you a little before putting the CD on the table again, you removed the one inside your rickety, but functional, radio and put in the one Daryl had found for you, it took a little while for it to connect, it skipped a few times, but finally the music invaded the house like last time and a smile formed on your lips letting you get carried away again by the rhythm.

You felt a little bad that you hadn't said anything to Daryl about your music when he took you to the mall, however the man guessed anyway. It was hard to keep anything from the archer. Not because he was prying or interrogating people to find out their secrets. You had discovered that the man was extremely observant, not just with his skills as a hunter, but for all of his daily life. Nothing escaped his gaze, there was no reproach in his actions either, he kept information to himself and when he might need it, he would bring it out by surprising the people around him.

As had happened to you.

You had hidden your true desire to find new music for your dysfunctional little radio because you felt it was a waste of time to more important matters, but he had still found what you were looking for and had gone out of his way to find something that might be to your taste after hearing the music leave your house. Thinking about it made your heart beat faster. Those little gestures were the ones that got your mind always wandering and thinking about what would happen if you finally dared and confessed your feelings for him.

However, then there were his brusque ways and curt answers, the excitement would turn to cowardice again, making you take a step back, hiding your feelings again just for yourself.

The door of the house rang alerting you, you stopped the music as you walked to the door quickly so as not to keep whoever was looking for you waiting. You opened and smiled greeting Eugene who answered you with a friendly smile and pointed inside your house with his index finger.

"I heard it. So I can pretty much confirm that the repair was a complete success, unless my ears failed me due to some injury and it was you singing, in which case..." You couldn't help but laugh as you heard him mumble a bunch of nonsense words.

"Yes, it works, do you want to hear it and take a look at it?" You smiled inviting him in, the man mumbled gratefully and passed into the house going straight to the little device and got it working again. "The time it's running is very short, but it's long enough, it's great."

"That's because of the plate I installed on it, it needs more time to charge than to actually work, so the power it has is minimal forcing you to have to put it on recharge more often, I could try to find a bigger piece of plate to give it more running time, but I couldn't predict if that would be enough either, the device is very old, too long without working..."

"Eugene, Eugene." You stopped him sensing you had lost your way again. "It's fine like this, really, it's great, you have nothing to worry about." You assured him, but he didn't seem entirely sure, still he didn't open his mouth again examining the small radio, checking that the music was coming out properly through the dented speakers.

"Have you found any new music? I seem to remember the last time I tried it the record belonged to another performer, if not just as shrill, the music was melodious and pleasing to the ear." He murmured and you nodded your head.

"I went out on patrol to get some chickens and there was a mall nearby. Daryl helped me find them." You said matter-of-factly, caressing the CD you held in your hands with infinite affection. Eugene watched you curiously, studying your every move.

"You have a hard time confessing your feelings too, don't you?" Eugene's words made you raise your head like a spring, looking at him like a rabbit illuminated by the headlights of a car.

"I-I don't... What do you mean?" you mumbled trying to sound amused but the nervousness in your body was evident.

"I'm not a person who is driven by feelings, many times they are complex to me, but it's evident like the sun is still shining on us and the Dead are still walking the Earth, that every time you talk about him your eyes have a special glow in them."

Okay, for a man who didn't get carried away with feelings, he had you all over. You lowered your gaze feeling it dye red to the ends of your hair, wanting to hide in the deepest part of the world and never come out again. You covered your face with the CD you held in your trembling hands and a nervous, hysterical giggle escaped you. God if Eugene had figured it out... Maybe Daryl had figured it out too? God you hoped not. It would be too humiliating for you.

"I don't... I know where my place is, Eugene, do you understand me?" You looked sideways at him, over the CD, he pursed his lips wanting to process your words. "Daryl is... What do you see in him when he talks to his people?"

"Daryl is hard to read, he keeps a lot of things to himself, at the same time he only shows what can benefit him or until he doesn't feel safe, we haven't had good times together, I don't think he likes me too much..." He weighed with a shrug. Abandoning his people even if the Saviors' weapons were broken afterwards was something Daryl had a hard time forgetting and forgiving. "I think he has different faces for each person he considers important." He looked at you again and you nodded your head, yes you had seen that too.

"Yes, I know, could you keep it a secret from me?" You begged him biting your lip. "I don't want the situation to become awkward between us."

"No, of course not, but I think..."

"Thank you Eugene." You cut off his string of incoherent words, now you felt too overwhelmed to listen to his technicalities. "I appreciate you coming to check the radio, if it malfunctions again, I'll let you know." You told him kindly, smiling at him, letting him see that you needed to be alone.

The man hesitated, but finally nodded, leaving the radio back on the table that was near one of the windows of your house so that it would always have light, and said goodbye to you, leaving your house. You sighed tiredly, plopping down on the couch, covering your face with both hands.

You had to be more careful.

The weather had been somewhat furious and changeable in recent weeks, you had been forced to restructure parts of the new wall in the area you were expanding as the air was getting the plates to stir making a deafening noise, crashing against the iron beams attracting the few walkers that were in the area to you having to mount intense guards at night to keep them at bay. Some animals had escaped from the farm and appeared in the middle of town eating the flowers of some of the neighbors. Finally the weather was changing again, the violent air was once again becoming a pleasant breeze and the cold spells were once again being placated by milder temperatures, more typical of spring days. You had long since lost the orientation of a calendar, the days and months had long since lost their names, but some things, like planting time or the time to pick some food, still helped you figure out sometimes what time of year you might be moving into.

You were in the field plowing the land a bit, you had a few pumpkin seeds that you had been drying since the previous year, with some you had eaten pumpkin seeds, sweet and good for the children, and not so children and with others you would now take advantage of a field you had left free for the land to recompose, to plant them there and have pumpkins later, you also had watermelon seeds that you wanted to plant there too and hoped the birds wouldn't eat them. You missed a sweet, juicy watermelon on the hottest days of summer.

"Want me to give you a hand with that?" You heard next to you making you lose focus on the channel you were forming in the dirt. You raised your head discovering Tara next to you who gave you a half-smile.

"Thank you, can you go throw the seeds behind me while I finish?" You looked at her handing her the pumpkin seeds. "I'm going to plant the pumpkins here, and a little over there some watermelons."

"You've gotten serious about being a farmer." Joked the jet-haired woman taking the seeds and setting about scattering them right behind you, backing up the path you had marked out.

"Maggie left a number of chores to do, lately we don't need to go out as much, after the Walkers that showed up because of the storm and bad weather we've had peace again. The guards are all covered, so... I guess the field and the animals is what I'm up to now." You shrugged sticking the hoe back into the tender soil to open a new furrow for the seeds.

"You might as well give yourself a break too, I'm going to have to take you to Dennise eventually." shee joked and you smiled sideways, the truth was that for you it was easier to keep your mind occupied with other things than to keep hearing Eugene's words in your head.

Every time you talk about him your eyes have a special sparkle in them.

You let out a frustrated huff as you reached the other end of the field, leaning on your tool, watching Tara scatter the seeds until they reached you again. Her smile asked you a mute question and you shook your head rubbing your nose with your wrist, you were exhausted but proud.

Between the two of you you finished arranging the field that you had started by yourself, in about an hour you had placed the hoses that you had previously punctured so that the water moistened the soil with a simple drip system that prevented the field from flooding and drowning the seeds, but at the same time left it moist enough so that they would not lose nutrients or dry out.

On many occasions you mentally thanked Hershel for teaching Maggie all those things and she to you. Although you never got to meet him, but you always would have liked him because of the way everyone talked about him.

Tara invited you to have a drink in the main house, go talk to Michonne and the rest of the girls, disconnect a little from everything and nothing in particular, but you had to check on the new chickens you had brought in several weeks ago, you had already placed them with the rest and although at first there were some disputes finally the rooster took care of keeping them all in line. Some eggs you let them fertilize and others you took them to eat, although it was not the first time you opened an egg and found a chick inside, which broke your heart. So you decided that the older hens would lay the eggs they were still capable of laying and the younger hens would be the ones to produce the chicks.

"Good morning, girls, sir." You greeted the rooster and his ladies opening the door of the henhouse letting all the birds run around the enclosure that you had prepared for them so that during the day they could walk freely, sometimes you had to look for the eggs among the ground because the hens preferred to lay them there than inside the henhouse. "Did you leave me a present?" you said again, entering the henhouse and looking in the different nests that each one had there.

"Ya keep talkin' to the birds, and it's still creepy." You listened and gave yourself a sharp whack on the head with the stick the hens perched on to sleep on during the night. "Oh shit, yer okay?" Daryl worried, but you could feel a laugh tremble in his voice.

"Yeah, I just killed some brain cells." You protested rubbing your head seeing that the egg you were picking up had slipped and crashed to the floor. "Fuck..."

"Sorry." He apologized leaning his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

"No, it's okay, it wasn't your fault." You turned at last to look at him and drew a line on your lips that was intended to be a smile. "Is something wrong?"

"Nah, actually." He shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his oversized, battered pants. "I've seen ya from the wall in the field and then ya were comin' here. Yer workin' hard."

"You were spying on me?" you tried to sound teasing, ignore your heart hammering hard in your chest.

"What?" he snorted in amusement. "No." He let out a sniffling laugh and you laughed with him too seeing him nervous and shy.

"If you want to hit on me you can tell me straight up." You joked trying to shake off the nervousness you were feeling, Daryl's smile died a little on his lips looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

Silence fell over the two of you and you felt like you had messed up.

To be continued...

I hope you liked it!

See you in the next story!

#norman #normanreedus #norman reedus #daryl #daryldixon #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #darylxreader #darylxfemreader #not smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #not canon

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ray-jaykub · 4 years ago

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Hoping you're not busy, but I wanted to see if you could write hc's for the boy's S/O being really sensitive towards arguments, like if they fight by the end they'll probably just bawl 👉🏼👈🏼 I've felt pretty bummed out & kinda just want an excuse to cry, but don't worry I'm fine 😖 !!

Nnoooo don't cry!!! Honestly i don't get sad when fighting with someone i just end up really pissed and have to go before i say something I'll regret. I do get scared when i hear other's fighting really bad, like that's a trigger for me to hear i can't stand yelling

Leonardo:

•Today had been so fucking testy, he was near seething

•First Michelangelo wanted to play around when gearing up

•Then Donatello wanted to get sarcastic with him and try to play on his plan

•and don't even get him started on Raphael wanting to throw a FUCKING FIGHT! OVER HOW HE MANUEVERED ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS!!

•Yeah, he was done with this ass of a night and just wanted to meditate... Meditate. Shower. Sleep. But then he heard the pitter patter of feet coming towards him

•He sat on the floor of the dojo and you barely even spoke before he snapped at you.

•"Y/n I cannot deal with you right now, i suggest you go home." He didn't shout but his vpice was cutting and held no room for discussion. Nicknames were a no and the tone of his voice left a nervous knot in the bottom of your stomach.

•He heard a wet sniffle and a shaky 'ok' but before he could open his eyes to look you had already ran off. Leo was going to resume but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but hear the sound of your voice

•leonardo found you just abput to climb up the latter of the man hole but he grabbed you and held you to him. You hiccuped under him and he felt so guilty

•"Oh sweet hana, I am so sorry for talking that way to you..." leo placed soft kisses on your eyelids and took you back to sit with him in the dojo

Raphael:

•Him and Leo were getting into it, like Raph was about to throw a fist. He didn't even know you were there waiting for him, listening to every word.

•"You should be listening to me Raph! I'm the leader, I'm the one in charge!" "Yeah, well how the hell do you expect me to listen to constant bullshit!" "Watch yourself!" "WATCH MYSELF? YOU'RE THE ONE LOOKING LIKE A ASS!!"

•A door slamming down the hall caught both their attention and it became deathly silent. Master Splinter stood beside their younger brother's, shaking his head in shame. Donatello looked skittish and Michelangelo wouldn't meet their eyes. Before Raph could ask who did that Master Splinter spoke.

•"You both let your rage cloud your sight, blinding yoi from your soroundings and hurting those you love. In your fit of anger ypu did not notice y/n run in fear." Leonardo bit his lip and looked to the ground in shame but Raphael went to you.

•There you sat in his room, enveloped in blankets and shaking. He lifted the blanket and you looked up at him warrily. Quickly he held you in a warm hug and took in your scent.

•"I'm sorry baby I shouldn't yell like that infront of you i know that now." He petted the back of your head and churred a comfortable vibration

Donatello:

•Today had been an off day, everything he thought of or tried to put together was either a dunce or flopped

•Finally! Finally after so many flunks he was putting together something useful, something that could work but he just had to focus really hard on putting together this ooonne-"Hi Donnie!" He got startled and drop the entire thing and before he could think he snapped

•"SON OF A FUCKING-"he whipped his head over to stare daggers at you, "WHAT?" You gaped at him and it took one breath from him and your face getting red and eyes watery to realize what he did

•"Oh y/n, I- I am so sorry! I... oh my god i didn't. Come here-" ypu willingly came to him thank god and donnie held you close.

•Donnie felt guilty and nearly cried himself from yelling at you, he's so usually soft spoken with you. He makes it up to you as much as possible.

((EDIT!! LOOKED BACK AND FUCKING FORGOT MIKEY WTF))

Michelangelo:

•He never gets mad, simple as that. He gets a little frustrated but usually not with people. Especailly not with you! So there would be very to little chance that he would argue with you anout something.

•What does happen though is that he gets sad. Like he cries and stuff. When i say he's sensitive and hopeless romantic? I MEAN IT!

•You ever yell at him? He crumbles like a dry pastry, like mikey can't handle that! You're his angelcakes! He can handoe his brothers scolding him and stuff but like the first time april even got remotely mad at him he got really quite

•The entire family will be after you on this, don't make him sad

•He can't process the idea of what yelling at someone would accomplish? He sees Raph and Leo fight almost everyday and like??? Nothing gets accomplished

•Michelangelo will always be a talk it out kind of person

#Tmnt x reader #Teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #Leonardo x reader #Leo x reader #Raphael x reader #Raph x reader #Donatello x reader #Donnie x reader #Michelangelo x reader #Mikey x reader #Tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #arguing #fighting #makeup #Headcannons

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jules-hoard-of-stuff · 5 years ago

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BNHA ocs

I wanna ramble abput them bc rn I don't really have much else to do waiting for an appointment so here we goooo

All art is created in picrew!

Mifune Ijishi

-She/her

-28 years old, a home ec teacher at UA because honestly these kids not only need to know how to save other people but care about themselves and not just eat package ramen every night... And also how not to burn the house down(bakugo-)

-Bicon

-the Mom Friend™️, will make sure you've had three square meals a day and have someone to talk to about your problems

-Quirk: Teddy Bear Torrent. Can control any fabric and thread in the shape of an animal. Can use storebought plushies, but handmade or gifted ones work better because of the emotional connection. Can only control 10 at a time, and putting them together to make a teddy bear golem is her special move.

-Insecure about her appearance, since lots of people told her growing up that clinging to her stuffed animals and looking cartoony all the time(literally something she was born with) was creepy

Tanaka Kanaeda

-He/him, pan

-17 years old, class 2-B, kind of scary but a very loyal friend

-Quirk: Banshee. The user's voice raised above a certain decibel will ellicit an acute fear response in anyone who hears it, the frequency at which the user speaks causes hallucinations and paranoia the louder it gets. Also inherited a very SHARP set of scary teeth and elongated mouth from his father. Not in the Hero Class because his quirk only works on humans, not machines, and he only managed to get a few points on the exam.

-Speaks softly to avoid scaring others, as well as well a medical mask for the same reason. Likes hanging out with others but doesn't have many friends due to how introverted he seems. Insecure about seeming like a monster, would like to be a hero people feel safe with someday despite his looks and quirks

-Looks like he could kill you, secretly a cinnamon roll

Murai Tenoshi/Carbon Copy

-He/him, trans and demisexual

-25 year old pro hero, mostly does combat work due to his quirk not being very useful for rescue type missions

-Quirk: Copy and Paste. The user can duplicate any non-organic item he touches, and make as many as he wants. The catch is, he can only duplicate one item at a time, and the duplicate items he's made fizzle into thin air once he starts duplicating something else so he must choose wisely. Can also be over used and can weaken him greatly if pushed to duplicate over 65 copies of the item.

-Cares a lot about the next generation of heroes, loves to volunteer to teach them, hopes that he can help those with odd "useless" quirks become strong and confident because he wasn't treated nicely for having a "useless" quirk until he proved himself.

-Secretly a fiend for funny memes and absurdist comedy

Soma Hattori/Masquerade

-They/them, nonbinary and gay(leaning towards men)

-21 years old, a villain who recently joined the LoV

-Quirk: Voice snatcher. Can imitate anyone's voice so long as they hear it for more than 30 seconds. Useful for luring heroes into traps, splitting them up, or making phone calls to gain information. Cannot assimilate the person's knowledge though, so they usually have to study their personality and speech pattern to get it truly right.

-Has a "Chosen One" complex due to the fact that they were told by a man with a future sight quirk that they would eventually rule the world and reign in a new era(the man is actually quirkless) and so their motivation is that all the evil they do to push themselves to the top is for the greater good of the entire earth. They sincerely believe heroes are the "enemy" they are meant to defeat. They don't make friends easily, as they have lots of trust issues, but if pushed enough, they'll spend time with other villains.

-A bastard, will imitate All Might to get free pizza and in the same breath imitate Shigaraki to scare some students

Saito Takeyo

-He/they, demiboy and demisexual

-Quirk: HUD(Credit for the idea of this quirk goes to @hiken-ace ^^). The user can see a display, not seen by others, of stats of the people around them. Stamina, health, and weaknesses are three common aspects seen, but other statistics can be added to a person's "file" if more is learned. Due to his quirk, Saito has odd white diamonds

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baka-writings · 7 years ago

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I'm all yours - Chan (A.C.E) smut

for @dongwowjunjachan 😈 It's a bit interesting writing for Chanie since he is such a baby, but I'll do my best! ~ Also I know you wanted it to be rlly fluffy, but I don't think it'd be good, it would turn out annoyingly fluffy and that's not what we want right. 😂💗

Them thighs

You've been hanging out with A.C.E for almost a year now. It's been also a year since you started dating Chan. Boys love you so much, you made their youngest happy. You were a bit younger than him and even more innocent. You two met in your school as you had some subjects together.

You came to visit them today as they've got some free time and you had holidays.

" Hyung can you please open the door? It's Y/N " You could hear Chan telling one of his members to open the door as you knocked. A small smile formed on your face, because only hearing Chan's voice made you so happy to have him. You could hear footsteps getting closer to the door.

"Hey Y/N! Nice to see you there, come in~" A small figure appeared in front of you and hugged you.

"Hi Byeongkwan" You greeted him too and stepped inside only to smell something delicious.

" What's that amazing smell? " You asked Jason who was smiling at you which you found a bit weird.

" Chanie cooked something for you! " You could hear Donghun yelling from who knows which room. All you could do was raising your eyebrows. Chan and cooking? No way.

You were still surprised, but brushed it of when you saw what he cooked. It looked amazing and you were really surprised.

" Hi Y/N " Jun, Chan and Seyoon said in unison as they saw you entering the kitchen. Before you you could open your mouth to greet them, Chan ran to you and gave you a tight hug which you returned also with a sweet kiss to which he smiled cutely at you.

" Okay, but now.. What is all of this? " You raised your eyebrows again.

" I wanted to make you happy, because I know we don't see each other much so I made us a nice romantic lunch " Chan blushed when he said it.

" Yea Y/N, he really worked hard! " Jun told you, putting his arm around maknaes shoulders.

" Now please sit down until I finish this last thing~" Chan winked at you a held a chair for you to sit down. You thanked him and winked back.

" Okay so now you're here, we can go " Junhee told others and they begin to walk away.

" Yea right, enjoy~~" They all waved at you and you waved at them.

" You know.. You didn't have to do this "

" But I wanted to and now shh " He put a plate in front of you and gave you a sweet kiss.

" It smells so good~" It also tasted good not only smelled.

" Thank you love, but let's talk abput something else? For example how was your day? "

" It was was good, but it got way more better when I came here "

" Don't worry it will get even better " Chan more like whispered to himself.

" What? " You gave him a 'wtf' look.

" Oh nothing, let's eat~" He lowered his gaze so you don't see his pink cheeks.

You were talking about everything while eating. From weather to their practices and schedules.

" Would you like a second plate? " Chan asked you while taking the first one.

" No thank you, It was delicious, but I'm full "

" Haha alright " he put everything in the dish washer.

" Let's watch a mo- " you were cut off by Chan kissing you. However this wasn't a kiss you were used to, it was a deep passionate one.

" Y/N, you know I love you so much right? " You noded.

" I have something else for you too " he grabbed your hand and led you to his room. You already know what was the 'other thing'. You were a bit scared to be honest, neither of you are experienced in that, so it also made you a bit worried, but you couldn't say you weren't ready.

" Y/N.. You know.. We've been dating for a long time and I think we could maybe bring it to the next level? " You kissed him, which he took as a 'I am ready' and a big smile appeared on his face which was later replaced by a small smirk.

" I love you Chan " you kissed him passionately. Chan slowly layed you down on his bed howering over you, looking deep into your eyes. He started kissing you slowly so you can stay calm. While he was kissing you, he started to undress your shirt which he succeed doing. He stopped kissing you just to admire how beautiful you were which made you shy.

" Don't be shy, you are beautiful " He smiled at you and started kissing your chest and massaging your boobs through bra. You let out a small moan which surprised both of you as you weren't used to that sound. However Chan didn't stop, he continued what he was doing and unclapsed your bra and yet again massaged your boobs. Oh how amazing his touch was. You yourself didn't know what came into you, but you undressed his shirt so now both of you were shirtless. You trailed your small hands along his abs and blushed.

You didn't go lower, because you didn't know what to do and when you saw how hard he already was, you could admit that you freaked out. Chan saw it, took your hand and slid it along his abs again and stopped on his boner. He moaned at your touch, but at the same time pushed your hand away.

He countinued with kissing you everywhere he could when he reached your panties which, not gonna lie were soaked. Chan undressed them, all you could feel was a cold breeze hitting your clit.

At first, Chan only kissed your clit lightly then used his tongue.

" hmm.. Chanie " You moaned, it felt so good.

You didn't want to believe it was his first time also, he looked so relaxed.

" Is something wrong? " He saw you looking at him so it stopped.

" No, everything is alright " You kissed him, but it turned Chan on even more that he pushed his clothed boner on your clit and that made both of you moan into the kiss. It was unknown from where your confidence came, but you unbottoned his jeans and pulled them down with which he helped you. You didn't want to stare at his member, but you couldn't take your eyes away and that made Chan blush.

" I'm s.. sorry " Chan kissed you and looked deep into your eyes. You noded your head again and he slowly entered you.

It hurted a bit and you closed your eyes as you tried to absorb the pain. Chan saw it and stopped.

" Y/N A.. Are you okay? " You just noded again and he fully entered you. Both of you became moaning messes.

Let's say he wasn't rough, but also wasn't vanilla.

It didn't take long when both of you came, panting and looking at each other both of ypu smiling. Chan kissed your whole face telling you hudreds of times how much he loves you.

" Y/N~ Thank you for trusting me " Chan became clingy as both of you were facing each other.

" How could I not? I'm all yours.. Forever" You gave him a small peck. That made Chan really really happy and you knew that, because he almost killed you with the tight hug of his.

This didn't turn out well, but I hope you like it at least a bit!

#a.c.e #a.c.e scenarios #a.c.e reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop smut #a.c.e smut

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