#trapped in farm hell

[bittersweet-in-boston]

i just reread this. So good. So much cackling.

I can’t stop thinking about @silentwalrus1‘s sweaty trash disaster Soldier and his suspect internet browsing habits while trapped in farm hell. 

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[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere FarmBoy

[Yandere M. x F. AFAB Reader]

it's a bit longer than i initially wanted this to be, but i had fun writing it! it's a bit more rushed towards the end so sorry if it shows. this was supposed to be for october, but i ended up not finishing it in time, so i'm very happy to have it finally done

TW. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT Noncon, fingering, baby trapping, yandere, slut shaming, victim blaming, bullying, non consensual touching, misogyny, gaslighting, manipulation, implied future forced relationship, abuse of power

The local golden boy your father has hired has taken a keen interest in you, an impoverished farmer's daughter, and you can't seem to shake him off. As he doubles down on pursuing you, and you continue to refuse him, the lengths he goes to ensure you'll be his increase drastically with one autumn night and a chase through a wheat field.

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You didn’t know why Daniel insisted on working on your father’s farm. It wasn’t like his family wasn’t well off. In fact, out of all the families within the valley, his was the most successful by far. Hell, they were the only ones who could actually afford to employ other people. He drove a shiny new truck just like the rest of his kin, and lived in a big, multi story house at the top of the hill.

 Your daddy could only really pay him scraps. The land you lived on was rough to say the least, all overgrazed and tough, untenable soil that had a Ph level that could’ve come straight out of hell in your honest opinion. Basically, there wasn’t shit to be earned, and the only reason why your folks even tried to desperately keep growing crop after failed crop was because if they didn’t, then you’d be flat out homeless and starving. The stock your family produced wasn’t worth a dime, either. Milk too sour, corn too small, eggs so dull and tiny people thought that they weren’t even from chickens; you were surprised people even bought from your daddy at all.

The poor state of your homestead was reflected in nearly everything else around you. You always looked some kind of mussed up: Wild, unkempt hair, dirt under your nails, clothes that looked either too small, too big or way too out of fashion. You got bullied quite a bit by the other young ladies in town. That is if you could even be called a young lady. There wasn’t a lick of lady in you it seemed.

You and your family were always on the edge of going broke, going hungry or some other kind of misfortune, so you found it increasingly odd why the Petusky boy was so keen to get his hands dirty when there was nothing he could get in return.

Daniel Petusky, or Danny as he would so kindly remind you to call him, was by most accounts the sweetest, most eligible young man in town. He was a tall, stocky sort of guy with large, rough hands and a handsome smile. You’d be stupid to say he wasn’t quite the looker, and not to mention he was all muscular and strong lookin from all his time working. When you were in highschool, he’d been the star of the school’s football team, and there were even rumors that he was getting offers from big, fancy schools in big fancy cities. You remembered how blooming with jealousy you were back then because of that. But, as you were so constantly reminded of through seeing his working boots that had to be worth at least a couple hundred bucks, he was wealthy too. 

He helped out around town, was sweet to older folks, and made all the ladies swoon with a flip of his sandy blond hair. He charmed your father just as easily, asking him if he could work his land for him, or at least help him with it. Of course your daddy would say yes. He needed all the help he could get, and lord know you weren’t nearly enough to actually keep this place afloat. Plus, who else would accept such low pay? It wasn’t like there was a line out the door for a chance to work at the [Last Name] farm, now was there?

You sighed as you hauled a bag of feed over to the chicken coop. It was mighty heavy, and you grunted as you nearly slipped in the mud. Hands shot out and grabbed your waist, and you gasped in surprise as the bag landed on the ground with a large thud.

“Careful there, wouldn’t want you to take a tumble now,” Daniel chuckled softly. His voice rumbled in your head like thunder on the horizon. He steadied you and pressed you close against his chest. Your heart thumped wildly in your ribcage, though only part of it was because of your little fall. No, it was the way his fingers inched over your curves, toying with the waistband of your jeans. You swallowed thickly.

“Thanks…” You mumbled out before you stooped down to pick up the feed once again. You didn’t miss the way his gaze stuck to you when you did.

“You really shouldn’t be doing heavy liftin’, you know,” He said and pushed you to the side to grab it from your strained arms. He made it look so effortless, and it annoyed you to no end. You followed after him into the coop, an encasement of wire around it. “That’s what I’m here for.”

You frowned and didn’t respond to him. You just kept on going as you ripped open the sack to spill out all the seed. The birds rushed around your feet to get their meal, and normally you would’ve laughed and indulged in petting a couple of them, but normally you didn’t have company. Daniel had been getting better at finding you it seemed. Day by day it felt like you saw him more and more. 

You tried not to be one of those people that held onto their younger years, but whenever he was around, all you felt were the lingering memories from highschool. You were mocked on the daily. Most of the adults thought you were lost cause, always late to classes and struggling through the course material. You were called all sorts of names: ugly, stupid, slow. While he never bullied you directly, you always felt him staring. At games, in class, when he would drive slowly by you while you walked home everyday. You shuddered to think about it.

You always remembered a very specific moment that happened back in highschool. Especially now that you saw Daniel everyday again.

“What do you think about the farmer’s daughter?”

“Which one?”

He sounded so innocent, so sweet. Like he didn’t know.

“Don’t go fuckin’ with me, Petusky,” One of the guys chuckled, a cruel hint in his eyes. “You know which one I mean. The trash.” Oh… they were talking about you.

You were sitting in the diner eating a small plate of fries. You couldn’t really afford to eat anything more than that with your limited allowance and pay. You clenched your fist in your lap as you listened to the group of guys speak harshly about you. You were just out of view around the corner, all alone in the tiny booth usually reserved for couples and the like. The waitress shot you a pitiful look, and she slipped you a milkshake for free. It should’ve made you feel better, but it did more harm than good. She knew. Everyone knew you as trash.

“Come on, don't talk about her like that. She just ain’t got the means,” Daniel laughed. The sound rang in your ears, and you felt sick to your stomach.

“Or the looks.” A chorus of snickers erupted.

“She ain’t that bad,” He started, but he stopped short and just let out a playful sigh. “Hey, if y’all hate her, then y’all hate her. Can’t stop you from not wanting to fuck her if you don’t want to haha,” He joked. You could hear the strain in his voice and just imagine his blinding white smile. You busied yourself with the milkshake and tried to ignore how gross it felt to swallow down.

“Yeah, no way I’d ever touch that bitch without a three foot pole. Probably got fleas or somethin’.”

“Haha yeah…” 

They sat there chatting shit for a while longer, and you sat there miserable, shaking, and on the verge of tears. You wanted to sink into the checker patterned floor and disappear forever. You knew people didn’t like you, but was it really that bad? Were you that awful? Your eyes stung, and you just stared at the empty seat in front of you.

Eventually, the group of guys, all clad in their Ariat branded clothing and snap back hats got up and got ready to leave. None of them spared you a glance, too busy filing out to their trucks to look around them. But Daniel did.

His hazel eyes swiveled over towards you, most likely just out of habit, and caught on you. He froze. The two of you stared at each other, and his face morphed from quiet shock to anger. The planes of his features, so normally joyous and polite, shifted into something so ugly and unfamiliar that you flinched.

No one else had seen, and no one, not even him, had ever brought it up again.

Daniel liked to follow you around when there wasn’t really much work to be done. The property wasn’t the biggest, so he could find you quite easily if you weren’t by the house. Like now, while you were lounging in the barn and reading a book while hidden behind some shelving. You clutched onto the pages of the novel (some old faded copy of a Jane Austen book that you had plucked from a free bin at the local thrift store), and looked up nervously as you heard his heavy footsteps thudding against the concrete floors. He loomed over you and hummed softly.

“What you got there?” He asked and crouched down to your level. You flinched back and glanced between the small, hard to read print and him.

“A book…” You mumbled out. It was always hard to speak when you felt so embarrassed. Everyone and their mother knew that you struggled severely all through school. The teachers pretty much gave up on you, and you stumbled your way through graduation. You’d never been very smart, but sometimes you wish you were. When that happened, you tried to push yourself and learn.

“Seems like a might hard for you,” Daniel chuckled and plucked it from your hands. You let out a noise of protest as he thumbed through the pages with a low whistle and patted the top of your head. You bristled a bit. “I’m sorry? Whaddya' mean by that?” 

“Just that there are all sorts of fancy words in here,” He shrugged as he cozied up beside you. You could feel the warmth of his skin, burning from all the sun he soaked up, through the fine cotton of his shirt. It was long sleeved so that he wouldn’t get burnt during the heat of the day, but it didn’t make you feel any less flustered.

He was so confusing. Did he act like this with all the other girls in town? It was stupid to picture him as some robot who had his settings permanently flipped to flirt mode, but you genuinely couldn’t figure out why else he would be slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

“Daniel-”

“Danny.” He interrupted quickly, and you flinched from just how barely concealed his annoyance was. You tried to get up, you really did, but he was just so much stronger than you. You squeaked as he yanked you over his thighs. His strong bridged nose was pushing itself in the crook of your neck. “You call me Danny, you hear?” He murmured. His breath was so warm. All of him was just muscle and heat. You’d never been with anyone like this, never felt a guy’s chest pressed against your back. 

Your daddy would skin you alive for this, surely. There wasn’t a single chance in hell that you wouldn’t be punished if not run out for fooling around with a respectable young man who you weren't even dating. 

“The only thing we got is our dignity. It don’t pay no bills, but it do keep us in good graces. You do anythin’ stupid- and hear this well, girl. You do anythin’ stupid, and you’ll be out of this house before you can even pull your pants up.”

The threat was always so clear to you that it was impossible to not whimper and tremble as he groped you over your clothing. He chuckled, a soft sound that made you feel all sort of sick, and held you tight.

“Now honey, you don’t have to go all spooked on me.” He was kissing your shoulder, all tense and rigid. You felt like a piece of wood being bent far past what it should. Your bones were about to splinter, your heart about to fly out like shrapnel and just crack all over his insistent, firm hands.

“Don’t… It ain’t- ain’t right,” You stammered out. The spell was broken, and you started to grab at his wrists to get him to slow down. “ I’ll get in trouble,” You tried to reason, to hope that those golden boy manners would win out. Hope that he’d get off of you and leave you alone.

“Trouble? Hon, who you gettin’ in trouble with?” He laughed and reached up to cup your chin and face. Your head was pulled up in a craning stretch, and his fingers squished your cheeks in a playful, humiliating gesture. “With your folks? Don’t be silly [Name].”

“You’re grown, I’m grown… this is just normal between two grown people,” He hummed and started to tug up your shirt.

“H-hey! Quit it! I’m serious! I don’t want to,” You repeated, gaining your voice as he wriggled his way under the band of your soft, worn bra and began to knead your breast. He picked up the book while he pinned your legs underneath his own heavy ones and forced you to look at the random page he opened it to, completely ignoring your plea.

“Tell me, honey. What does this mean?” He asked

“What?”

“Read for me.” He drawled in a demanding tone. Your eyes flitted around nervously. “I want to know what you think you’re doing when you’re not with me. Hon, you really shouldn’t be wandering alone like this.”

“This is my farm-”

“Your Daddy’s farm,” he corrected and tugged on your nipple. You whimpered as a bolt of arousal coursed through you. Your cheeks flushed with heat. You’d never had such need dripping from between your legs before, and it got worse and worse as he pinched and rolled the sensitive nub between the rough pads of his fingers. You could feel the way his smirk felt against your skin.

“This ain’t your land, but that’s okay. I could buy it for your folks, make it so y’all don’t have to work so hard. And you’d get to sit pretty in the house all day, reading these books and whatnot. Now wouldn’t that be nice? Not having to work to the bone? Not having to get your pretty little face all mussed up?” He whispered and nipped at your cheek. You were on the verge of tears, watching helplessly as he threw your beat up novel to the side. You watched in detached horror as the words and ink were smudged and bled out by the small, dirty puddle it had landed in. Your hands curled into fists.

“Just say yes, honey. I’d treat you real nice. Promise.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and your entire body thrummed with shame, fear and arousal. You didn’t want to admit it. You’d rather have your heart torn out than ever in a million years say that it felt good, or that the attention he was sneaking you made you feel fuzzy inside sometimes. Because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he made you feel like this weirdo for ignoring him when he was, in fact, an actual, honest to god threat.

“No.”

“Hm? Repeat that for me now, would you honey?” He purred. 

You gritted your teeth and with a burst of strength, you shoved off of him. His molten caress was gone in an instant, and your thighs shook as you scrambled to crawl away. Your chest heaved in little short bursts, and he looked at you with genuine surprise. He looked at you as if it was the first time he’d considered you could even do that.

“I said no!” You didn’t think it was proper for a lady to be hollering at a ‘nice young man’ like that, but you did. You didn’t care who heard you, not that it mattered. The barn you were in was a decent ways away from everything else on the property. You smoothed your hands over where he had touched and kissed you, like it would get rid of the pure lust he was heaping onto you.

Daniel’s pretty face scrunched up into a glaring, furious version of itself. You could see the way his veins bulged in his neck and the way he flexed like a predator getting ready to pounce. You swallowed thickly, but you managed to wobble up onto your feet, to for once be able to look down on him.

“I don’t know what you think your talkin’ about, but I am not some- some easy girl that- that you can just sweet talk into giving you some,” You spat out. He moved to stand, and you took a step back. His hands came up in a placating gesture.

“Now, don’t go rattlin’ off about nothin’ you don’t understand,” He said, voice sharp. There was an undeniable frustration to the way he carried himself, to the way he huffed slightly and never took his narrowed eyes off of you. “I’m not talkin’ about foolin’ around, honey. I wanna have the real thing. Kids, a nice wedding, to come home to you every day… I wouldn’t just leave you,” he nearly spat. His lips curled in anger, but it wasn’t directed at you. No, it was more the suggestion that he was fucking around.

“You and me, [Name], are going to be a proper couple one of these days. And you’re gonna be my wife, I’ll tell you that.”

You shuddered. There was a slimy feeling working its way up your body, through your guts and through the tips of your stood up hairs on the back of your neck. He was crazy. A downright maniac. There was that similar look in his eyes, the one he had given you years back in that diner, and you wondered how deep this went. 

How long did he spend stalking you through the fields, hoping to have you pressed under him? How long had he been trying to worm his way into your life? More importantly, when exactly did he decide that just faking nice wasn’t going to cut it anymore?

“Like I’d ever let that fuckin’ happen,” You spat and ran straight out of that barn all the way home.

There was a fall festival happening in town. Your daddy was preparing to sell things at the market, though there wasn’t much interest in buying fresh produce this close to winter. 

“Now there ain’t enough to go around for you to go. Just stay here and we’ll bring you back something real nice,” Your mother had said with a small, pained smile before they packed up the truck full of goods and lumbred off into the orange painted sky. 

You were left standing in front of your empty house with the porch light fighting off the oncoming darkness of night. It was quiet when your family wasn’t here to fill out the house with sounds of cooking, arguing and just life in general. There was a weird sense of unease that settled in your gut now that you were on your lonesome. It felt like shit to just be abandoned like that, to know that your kin was out there having fun and interacting with the rest of the town while you were stuck closing up the farm for the night. You sighed, fists curling at your side as you kicked idly at the gravel pebbles on the path.

Well, there wasn’t much use in throwing a pity party. The coop needed to be locked up, the heaters in the barn needed to be turned on, the gates all had to be checked. It wasn’t all that much work all things considered, but it was enough to have you pushing through the shadowed fields at a hurried pace.

You carried out your tasks, floating through the empty farm with a goal of relaxing down in your cozy bed to read more of that novel you had been so desperately trying to finish. The cool autumn breeze brushed past your skin and made you shiver. Goosebumps. How strange… it wasn’t cold enough for that.

It was nearly silent save for the rustle of leaves and the crunch of your feet against the ground. You hummed softly and rubbed your arms as night finally fell over your quaint home.

“It ain’t supposed to be this chilly yet,” You grumbled to yourself as you walked down the path to get back to your house from the back of the property. You eyed the wheat field and stopped in your tracks. Hey now… there wasn’t any harm in taking a shortcut, now was there? It wasn’t like your father was there to holler at you for walking through the crops. You knew your way through it pretty easily, didn’t get turned around or nothing even if it was completely dark. The moon was full and practically beaming down onto the golden stalks, now painted pretty and silver. 

You weaved through the field with ease, sighing softly as you could see the roof of the house through the leaves. You caught sight of the peeling paint and nearly slumped in relief. Well, you were being excluded from the fall festivities, but at least you could get all cozy for once. You stepped out past the edge of the field and now in the open, eyes fixed low on the ground as you tried to not trip over your own damn feet, but when you looked up you couldn’t help but freeze. 

There, standing in front of your porch, was a tall imposing figure silhouetted in the hazy yellow light buzzing above the garage.

You came to a halt instantly, your breath hitching right as your heart stuttered. “What in the…?” You whispered to yourself as you took in the sight of the stranger. He was looking at the spaces where the truck would normally be, and you had half a mind to not just run up and start hollering at this stranger. What if he needed help or something? You didn’t see any car around  or nothing, so maybe he was in trouble. You squinted, and you couldn’t help the little gasp that left your lips as you realized that he had on a burlap sack fitted loosely over his head. He had gloves on too, the nice leather kind that you knew cost more than what you spent on groceries in a week. But no good man wore gloves when he wasn’t working, and this guy wasn’t doing anything but staring at the front door.

Your fingers twitched as you just stood there wide eyed and slack jawed. What the fuck should you do? The kind, ladylike thing to do would be to ask if he needed anything or if he was lost, but there was something stirring in your gut that was telling you to go and hide as quickly as you could. You slowly began to back away, one footstep at a time. It was like everything was frozen around you, your breath stilling in your lungs.

You couldn’t look away from him, even as you retreated further and further. His head swiveled slightly as he examined the porch of your house, and you were sent further and further into a frozen spiral as he finally turned to finally look at the fields. The fields where you were inching towards, to be specific. Of course you couldn’t see his features, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was searching for something. And when he finally turned so that you could fully take in the way his muscles tensed and his posture hunched into something more haggard and eager than you’d ever have expected, you realized that something was in fact you. 

A scream tore out of your throat as he barrelled towards you, his hands outstretched and ready to catch you. You could hear him calling your name, but you just started running. How did he know you? It didn’t matter though, not when you could practically taste the danger in the air with every ragged breath you inhaled.

Leaves whipped against your face and arms, leaving faint red lines from how harshly they scraped you, but you kept going. The man’s heavy footfalls thundered after each of yours, and you shrieked in pure horror as he reached up and grabbed the back of your shirt and roughly yanked you back. Your feet skidded in the loose dirt as you thrashed and tried to fight him off.

“Stop fussin’ and behave!” He commanded, his voice gruff with annoyance. It sounded like he was purposefully speaking deeper than his normal voice would allow. He followed his words up by clamping his gloved hand around the back of your throat and shoved you down to your knees. 

“Ngh! Let me go! My folks will be back any second, a-and then you’re gonna get it you fuckin’ spineless little-!”

Your snarling was cut off with another cry of fear as he squeezed down on your windpipe for a fraction of a second. He grappled with your shaking body as he pushed you up against his chest and pressed you down into the earth. Your eyes were wide and your nostrils flared with panic at the feeling of soil against your cheek.

“Your family ain’t here. They ain’t gonna be here for a while. Quit cryin’ before I give you something to really cry over… shit and I’m tryin’ to be all romantic. I know you’re stubborn but shit…” He grumbled and nuzzled his face against the crown of your head. The burlap of the sack was rough and unpleasant, just another layer upon the mountain of shit you were in. He inhaled deeply, sniffing your neck and shoulder through the barrier of fabric. You shuddered and balled your fists up.

That voice, that touch: it was all so horribly familiar. 

“Daniel?” Your voice carried a hint of betrayal you wish wasn’t there. You disliked him, thought of him a creep, but this was beyond anything that you would’ve ever thought him capable of. But then again, when had he ever given you the chance to actually trust him. If anything, you should’ve expected this. Should’ve known. Should’ve done something.

He stilled behind you, his feverish panting ceasing all at once and replaced with eerie silence. Sweat beaded on your forehead as the moment seemed to stretch on forever. Slowly his hands slid over your belly, pressed between the ground and your soft skin and ruching up the fabric of your shirt.

“Daniel,” You repeated his name, more panicked. It was like you were back in the barn again, but this time you felt no warmth from his skin. His sun kissed boyishness that had you squirming with unknown feelings was now replaced with simple cold dread, bathed in silver moonlight and casted with iron resolve. “Daniel, stop it.. Please,” you croaked out as tears gathered in your lashes.

“... You can still say yes [Name]” He whispered, nearly as desperate as you were for a brief moment. You flinched at his voice, but you found no sympathy in his rigid form. You opened your mouth again to beg, but you squeaked as he covered your mouth with his thick, gloved hand. You squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m tryin’ to give you the world here, and all you have to do is be a good girl for me and take it, alright?”

The sound of your clothes ripping filled your ears, and he yanked the tatters of your sweater away. He grunted at the effort, shoving you further down to secure you while he reached underneath your squirming form to unbutton your jeans. The denim burned your thighs as it scraped past, leaving your skin sore to his kneading of the soft skin. His breath hitched once his fingers wormed their way past your clenched legs to cup your pussy through the worn cotton of your panties. 

“ Oh…” He sighed, sounding so dreamy and fascinated. It was like he weren't about to do the worst thing that had ever happened to you. “Would you look at that,” Danny murmured and fucking squeezed. You kicked against him as hard as you could, and he only laughed softly. “You’re already wet.”

You screamed in protest at that, but he whispered shushes into your ear.

“No use denying it, honey,” He almost sounded amused as he dragged your underwear down to finally reveal what he’d been after. He finally let go of your face, and you gasped for air, letting out a string of curses so foul your father would've surely beat you for even uttering them. He ignored your profanities and wrangled your pelvis into his lap, your thrashing legs on either side of his thick waist. Your nails dug into the dirt as you tried to crawl away, but he shook you harshly. “Quit squirmin’! I deserve a good look at my future wife…” he grumbled, annoyance muffled by the burlap sack. It was even worse that you couldn’t see his face. 

Suddenly, your cunt was burning. You hissed, and your fingers curled around the earth. “Ow ow ow!” You cried. Daniel made a curious noise.

“Hm, was hopin’ you’d be a bit looser… relax honey, I ain’t gonna hurt you. You just gotta relax a bit,” He cooed and stroked your lower back, squeezing the globe of your ass and holding you in place with one hand while the other was currently trying to stuff its digits into your tight, clenched walls. You squeaked as his thumb pressed harshly down on your clit, and you jerked at the sensation. “Shh, shhh, it’s okay …” he murmured. It was the same way you would speak to frightened livestock before it was sent for slaughter, all placating and sweet despite the animal knowing something was obviously wrong. Your dry walls clenched around the leather, pulsing as he worked at the little bundle of nerves until pleasure sparked like embers. Slowly, but surely, he worked your hole into a leaking, slicked up mess, his glove covered in your juices.

After a while of prodding and trying to roughly finger you, he finally stopped. You were crying, your tears mixing into mud now smeared across your cheeks. Instead of relief, dread took over your gut.

“I think you’re ready, honey…” He whispered, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Your thighs trembled as he stroked them and moved you once again. His arms wrapped around your waist, his muscular chest pressed against your back. His breath was hot against your neck and ear, the burlap sack rubbing against your skull. The sound of a zipper flying and denim rustling flowed into your frazzled brain. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to say no anymore, your head rolling forward limply to try and avoid his heady gaze that you could feel burning into your skin. 

Something hard and hot pressed against your ass cheek, and you jerked away. He fumbled around for a bit, trying to line himself up with your clenched entrance. There were no more hushed promises or niceties, just rough grunts and the strain of his muscles against you. 

The first thing you noticed was how much it burned. It wasn’t like that of being burned, though you wished it was. No, it was more like the stretching you would do in gym class way back when. It was past the point of comfort, feeling muscle thin out and weaken while you breathed deeply to stop feeling it so much. 

He groaned in your ear, loudly too. 

“ Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” He rasped. “To have a moment like this?” You gasped as he bottomed out. Your guts were all squished up in places that you didn’t even know existed before. You moaned softly, partly out of pain and out of surprising warmth. Something stirred within you as he drew back, shuddering and stilted. 

It took him a few moments to get it right, and he laughed in boyish glee when he finally managed to keep up a steady pace. He burrowed his head in the crook of your neck, joining you in the mud. Warmth spread through your gut as he pumped into you. At first it was just harsh prodding that hit the wrong angles in your stupidly wet cunt. Every blubber of fear, every hiss and whimpered ‘no’ only pushed him to find different places, find different ways to make you see stars and gasp when you should’ve been screaming.

“You’re always- fuck, you’re always fuckin’ teasin’ me,” He bit your earlobe through the thick fabric covering those charming, poisoned lips. “If it ain’t your goddamn folks around to stop me, then it’s you,” he practically spat, breathless and heady. “You ain’t got not right to say no to me when you know damn well that I’m the only one who can treat you well,” he snarled as his hips met yours roughly. 

You felt so full, and when his hand dipped down once again to find your clit, you could do nothing but squeal as he pinpointed those spots that had you seeing blurry from both inside and out. Your back arched despite your muscles feeling like they were pulled thin to the point of no return, flexing and twitching with every slap of his balls against your thighs.

“You’ll see- hngh- you’ll see how good you have it,” He promised ominously.

He picked up the pace all of a sudden, emboldened by whatever was going on in that thick skull of his. You let out a strangled cry, your scuffed shoes kicking up dirt everywhere as the pressure in your belly finally started to rise into a frightening, all consuming pulse that rippled up your entire body. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, and it was fucking terrifying. Your eyes were blown wide, and you began to shriek and buck your hips not to meet his pace, but rather to seek and escape from the impending climax that was gripping your limbs and locking them in aching pleasure. 

Danny shoved you further down, wrapping over you like he was some kinda snake. It felt like an apt comparison considering that this was the closest to being eaten alive that you could imagine anyone going through.

“ [Name] [Name] [Name] “ 

He chanted your name as he pumped his cock further and further into your pulsing heat. He was lost in the fervor of it all, too caught up to make his words coherent anymore. Not that anything would register through the haze of your tears and impending doom, but at least you didn’t have to pretend to listen. 

“Ngh! Fuck!”

He had to be close by now. Your thighs were a mess of your own juices and smeared with his precum and sweat, and the two of you writhed together in some mockery of tenderness. Daniel gasped and tensed, his muscles locking together as he finally spilled his release inside of your waiting walls. His voice became high pitched and whiny, and then, in a moment of pure heat and desperation, he finally spilled within you.

You didn’t know when Daniel left your side, but it had to have been a few hours at the very least. You hadn’t moved, too shocked and sore to do anything but bleakly stare into the thick maze of wheat stalks just beyond your fingertips. But he did leave at some point, and when your folks came back, you were alone.

As you had suspected, your father was livid.

“ HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUCKIN’ STUPID?”

It was awful. Almost as awful as what had been done to you, but it was somehow even more shameful. It had been terrible, sitting there on a rickety dining room chair that screamed and groaned everytime you flinched and shuddered. Your mom at least had the decency to wrap a towel around you while you were torn into. 

You had tried to tell them, “It was the Petusky boy” and “It wasn’t my fault”. None of your words seemed to hit.

“Danny wouldn’t do something like that.” Your Pa’s response was immediate, and you shut your mouth quickly, gaze boring into your hands curled in your trembling lap.

“Did you see who it was?” Your mom tried to coax out of you, though you got the impression she didn’t believe you either.

“No he had a mask but-”

“That settles it then,” Your dad cut in as he paced the room, his jaw was set tight, and your stomach churned uneasily. “He’s a good boy. A smart one too. He wouldn’t do something like that, and certainly not with you. Be honest [Name], you had to be askin’ for some shit. I’m not stupid. I swear-! We leave you alone for a goddamn second and you’re spreadin’ your legs for the first fool that comes by. And you have the nerve to blame it on an honest man,” he hissed out, and you felt tears brimming to your eyes. 

Your mama glared at him, but she did nothing to say anything against her husband. She merely shushed you and rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“From now on, you ain’t settin’ a foot off of this farm, you hear?” He snapped. You sank further into yourself, wishing you could just disappear. “Now, we’re going to keep this quiet. You’re going to keep your trap shut about this, and you’re not going to say a word about this to Petusky boy. And if I find out you did or if you managed to knock yourself up? You’ll be out on your ass before the sun comes up.” The ultimatum was laid bare, and you could do nothing but bite your lip and nod.

In the next few weeks, it felt like you were living in hell. Daniel still worked on your family’s farm, and you tried everything in your power to avoid him. It was strange, though. Even though you could feel his eyes following you everywhere, he hardly spoke to you since that night. You almost could’ve mistaken yourself for having imagined it if it weren’t for the warning looks your Pa shot you nearly every hour. Honestly, it probably would’ve been better if you had just made it all up.

Of course, you couldn’t just forget, but you wish you could. 

“Shit…” You murmured as you looked down at the faded calendar you had stashed in the barn along with your collection of paperback romances. It had been your escape recently, but now you once again were forced to face reality. You were late for your period. Pretty late at that, by at least a week in and a half. It was hard to ignore the reality that you could be pregnant, especially since he’d finished inside.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

You screamed and tried to spin around, but Daniel quickly reached out to grab your arms and pin them in place, holding you still as his lips brushed against your earlobe. Revulsion and fear coursed through you, and your heart beat rapidly as he plucked the calendar from your trembling fingers.

“Hmmm,” His voice hummed low in his throat, a sweet noise that should’ve put you at ease, not on the verge of a breakdown. “You’re gonna have my baby,” He announced, smiling against your neck. Panic coursed through you, and you tried to squirm away as he snuggled up against you and dragged you over to some old crates to sit down. He played with the hem of your shirt, positively beaming with excitement.

“N-no I ain’t!” You protested with a face full of terror. He just laughed and hugged you.

“ I know… I know…” he murmured soothingly and pulled out a box, something rattling around inside. “But there’s a chance, ain’t there?” Pregnancy tests. A fucking two pack. You bit your lip, you couldn’t deny that you needed to know if you were or not. You silently took it from him and walked over to the run down bathroom. He waited, giving you space for the first time. Probably because he knew that even if he did, you had nowhere to run. 

Two lines on both tests. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as Daniel smiled softly.

“See? I told you I was going to make you my wife,” He reminded you, and you felt sick.

“My folks don’t believe that you did it.”

“Really? Well ain’t that something… don’t fuss too much, honey. I’ll just work my charm, and you’ll be up in my house with a rock on your finger by the end of the month,” His promise was firm, and he squeezed your side, careful not to press too hard on your lower belly.

“And what if… what if I don’t want to?”

The question was quiet, desperate even. His eyes burned a hole into your skull, digging around in your brain and trying to pull on your thoughts and feelings. Slowly, he reached his hand up and grabbed your face. It was just rough enough to make you stumble forward, and you gasped.

“ You think that anyone out there is gonna believe you over me?” He asked softly, deceptively so. “That anyone gives a damn about what you think and feel, [Name]? I am the best option you’ve got. I’m the only option you got,” He continued, entwining one of his hands in yours as he walked you to the door.

“Your folks don’t care, no one in this town thinks of you as anythin’ but a tramp, and, shit- when you start showing? You think anyone is goin’ to give you a chance to prove you’re anythin’ else? Now I know you ain’t stupid, honey. Come on, you know as well as I do that this is the best that you’re ever gonna get,” Danny’s words were mocking, and his handsome face was obscured in shadow by the light pouring in from the barn door. You swallowed thickly as he wrapped his fingers gently around your throat.

“And…” His voice lowered as he leaned in to look you in the eyes. “ If you decide you want to be dumb, then I don’t mind tryin’ again to set you straight. Matter of fact, I’ll keep doin’ so until you get it in yer pretty little head that you’re gonna be mine.”He dragged you out of the barn, down the dirt path, and up onto the rotting porch of your house. Daniel flashed you a dazzling smile, his fingers digging into your own. As he reached for the doorknob, you thought of a million ways of how you could get out of this, could leave and run for the hills, but in the end you could only stand there. He seemed to notice you lost in thought and pause, raised your hand to his lips, and planted a swift kiss to your knuckles. “Don’t you worry, honey. I’ve always got you.”

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honeybee riding rafe on the back of his truck after a long day of bickering and arguing

𖥨᩠ׄ݁.ི𒂭۪۪۪۪᳝۟ honeybee!reader

warnings: mdni ; pinv ; switch!reader ; switch!rafe

“you done running your mouth now?” rafe asks, leaning back on his elbows, boots kicked up on the back of his truck like he owns the whole damn farm…and you.

you shoot him a glare, chin tilted up in that way that drives him absolutely insane. “maybe i’m just getting started.”

he huffs a laugh, eyes dragging down your frame with no shame, tongue poking at his cheek like he’s trying not to grin. “figured. you talk all day, but never say anything useful.”

you climb up onto the tailgate anyway, ignoring how his eyes track every move you make. “maybe i wouldn’t have to talk so much if someone actually listened.”

“oh, i listen,” he says, low and full of smug certainty. “you just don’t like what i hear.”

you sit across from him, arms crossed, legs dangling. tension crackles in the quiet. the heat like summer lightning. he taps his fingers once against the metal.

“you gonna keep pretending?” he asks after a beat. “keep acting like you don’t want this?”

you raise a brow. “what exactly do you think i want, cameron?”

he grins, slow and infuriating. “me.”

you laugh, sharp and stubborn. “wow. someone’s full of himself today.”

“nah,” he shrugs. “just observant. i know that look. same one you had last week, pinned under me in your room, tryin’ so hard not to fall apart.”

you bristle at that because he’s not wrong and he knows it. god, he always knows it. “you’re delusional.”

he pushes himself forward, crowding into your space without touching you. “you’re a terrible liar.”

“you’re insufferable.”

he leans in closer, voice almost a whisper now. “you’re still here.”

you swallow hard.

he tilts his head, eyes dark, amused. “so what’s the excuse now, honeybee? gonna tell me you climbed up here just to insult me some more?”

“maybe i like watching you suffer.”

he grins wider. “oh, i’m suffering all right. poor me. stuck out here with a girl who wants me so bad she’s practically shaking with it.”

you scoff, defiant, even as your breath catches.

he reaches out, thumb brushing your jaw, and it’s almost too gentle. “you can fight me all you want,” he says softly, “but we both know how this ends.”

you don’t respond right away. you just stare at him. he’s the boy who drives you absolutely mad, who reads you like a favorite book, who always, always gets under your skin.

and when you finally make a move to jump down from the truck, he’s already pulled you against him, trapping you under his body weight.

“get off me, rafe.” your voice cracks towards the end. your face doesn’t match your words. “before you do something you regret.”

“i’ve never regretted a single thing with you, honeybee.” he presses his lips against the bare skin of your chest.

you scoff, not falling for his sweet nothings. you grab hold of his arms and within seconds, you’re straddling his hips. “who’s in charge now?” you tsk, jutting your pouty lips out.

“oh, princess of the farm likes to take control? i don’t buy it.” he laughs, deep and hardy. “you can’t even take the trash out without complaining.”

“oh, you shut your mouth, cameron.” you begin to unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down smooth, and tugging them down his muscular thighs. “you’re nothin’ but a way for me to get off.”

his smirk deepens, his hands removing your shirt as you berate him. “keep goin’, you’re turning me on, sweetheart.”

he’s letting you have your little power trip because he already knows how it ends.

you shoot him a look, one he probably deserves, but he just grins wider, smug as hell. hands behind his head now like he’s lounging at the beach, not under you in the middle of nowhere with dirt on his jeans and sin in his smile.

“you’re so full of it,” you mutter.

“full of something,” he fires back, cocky as ever. “and soon you will be too.”

your jaw ticks. you hate how easily he gets under your skin, how every line is a taunt wrapped in a dare. and worse, you hate how your body betrays you for it.

he feels it. you know he does. because when your hips shift, his hands snap up to your waist like instinct, like claim.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice lower now, like it’s just for you. “that’s more like it. stop pretendin’, honeybee. you like it when i run my mouth.”

“only thing i like is shutting you up,” you shoot back.

he chuckles, breath hot against your collarbone as he yanks you closer. “then do it.”

you take the bandana from around his neck and place it in his mouth like a gag. your hands reach down into his boxers, pulling himself out. he bites down against the gag, the slight breeze in the air only adding to the overstimulation. his hips buck as you rub up and down his cock.

the next article of clothing to go is your lacy thong. rafe’s heart skips a beat as his tip brushes against your folds. you let out a deep breath, rubbing him against your clit.

his complaints were muffled by the bandana between his lips, causing you to smirk.

“what? have something to say, cowboy?” you taunt, sinking down on just his reddened tip. his eyes roll back, hips stuttering, eliciting a giggle from you. “didn’t think so.”

finally, you lowered yourself on his dick. he squeezed her thighs hard enough to leave bruises—you’d have to lie to her daddy about that later. he stretched you to the brink. your mind was flooded with pleasure and pain. your hadn’t even started moving and your legs were already shaking.

“why do douchebags always have the biggest dicks?” you moan as take his last inch.

a smirk possessed his face at your words, his ego growing as he finally admired the view. you were on top of him, clad in only a bralette and cowboy boots, taking all of him inside of you.

it became increasingly harder to contain himself. all he wanted to do was flip you over, pin you down, and make you forget your own name. he wanted to consume your thoughts. he wanted all of you.

when you finally adjusted to his girth, you started bouncing up and down. you threw your head back, hair wild against the wind. you stationed your hands on his chest and arched into him. every time your pussy clenched, his breath stuttered.

“you like this, rafey?” you feigned innocence, moving faster up and down. he bit down hard, using all his strength not to nod. instead, he gripped your waist hard and began thrusting up into you. his pace was fast. skin slapping and moans filled the empty space surrounding the two of you.

“holyshit,” you gripped his biceps, making crescent shaped indents in the skin. his cock bullied your g-spot, hitting it each time he pushed back inside. every thrust knocked the air from your lungs.

he grunted against the fabric, moving his hips back against yours like he needed it. your walls were velvet around his greedy cock. it ached inside of you, molding you to each and every vein.

the elastic band in your stomach began to snap. your reached down to thread your fingers through his hair. he pulled you into a bear hug, fucking you roughly through your orgasm. and when the band snapped, the remnants dripped down his length. still, he held your limp body in his arms. it wasn’t long until he was emptying his seed into your womb.

you climb off him slow. your smirk from before gone as you tug your shirt back on without sparing him a glance.

“told you,” he murmurs, ripping the bandana from his mouth. “you can play boss all you want—’til the real one shows up.”

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Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Conner Kent - Spin-Off

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A/N: Spinoff based on this ask, and combing it with this AU. I was just having fun with this and kinda practicing. So apologies if it’s weird! Hope I wrote it decent at least!

A/N: Probably will follow this same idea with the main story.

Warnings: Potential baby trapping, is it voyeurism if it's just ease-dropping?, Fem!Reader, Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, a bit NSFW, pregnancy

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Could you blame him for not taking the opportunity when it was offered so readily to him?

Conner would easily admit he was weak for you. To anyone. Tim, Bruce, Lex, Clark. Anyone.

While none of them may not take him seriously when he says it, he meant it. Devotedly.

He still had to play his cards right after that night. The night he had heard you at a party in Gotham while he laid in his bed on the Kent farm. He was always listening for you. Your voice, your complaints, your tears, your breath, your heart beat. It was his favorite song, his favorite lullaby. Angels singing couldn’t compare to it.

And, when he heard your drunken giggle as some pathetic asshole flirted with you, he moved. He didn’t really think of taking you. He just wanted to keep the trash off you.

But, then his lips were on yours, and your legs were around his waist. Your hands in his hair, his hands on your thighs.

Conner memorized each slight hitch of your breath. Every single gasp, moan, and whimper the escaped you that night. Even the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed in his head when he had been in the manor the next day. Listening to you sleep off your hangover and wonder aloud who the stranger you slept with had been.

Disappointment filled him when he realized you couldn't remember who he was, but he could hear your heart pick up when you thought about the faint memories you did still have of that night. That was enough for him. For now.

When he heard the faint sound of a heat beat slightly out of tempo with your own appear less then a month later, he had to stop himself from doing something stupid.

He'd at least let you make the decision when it came to that. Whatever it would be.

That didn't stop him from sneaking into your room in the manor while you slept, pressing his ear to your chest and holding his hand over the second heartbeat. Some nights he whisper. To you, and to them. Conner fights the temptation to peak. He doesn't want to take away you being the first to see them at the very least.

Of course, duty calls eventual and he has to take a space travel. Coming back to Earth weeks later, the first thing he searches for it that same sound in your chest. It soothes him to hear it. It gives him further delight to still hear the second one too. You must have found out about the second by now.

He can hardly hide his stupid grin and pay attention to anything going on around him.

Conner lets people think he's just excited to be home. Even he wears the exact same smile on his lips while visiting Tim.

His world crashes when he doesn't hear your heartbeat in the manor. You're not even in Gotham anymore. He can still hear your pulse, so his world doesn't burn. But, he sticks around long enough to realize you had left while he was gone and no one had even noticed.

It broke his heart for you, but now he didn't have to worry about the rest of them and could focus solely on you.

As soon as he left the manor with a casual wave, he was off like a hound dog on a trail. He nearly breaks the sound barrier as he tracks you down.

He isn't even mad when you scream in surprise at his sudden appearance. Doesn't even dodge the objects you start throwing at him before his arms are around your waist and his head is buried in your chest. All he can do is sigh in relief at your confusion.

"Conner… What the hell are you doing?"

"Shhhh, I missed you both."

"Missed? Both? The hell?" Futile you start trying to worm your way out of his grasp when it clicks in your head what exactly he's talking about.

"Hang on. Please. I didn't want to overwhelm you." He murmurs while nuzzling into your skin.

"Instead you let me freak out by myself like a dick. God, I've been throwing up, and filled with anxiety-"

There you go complaining, again. Muttering to yourself. But, this time it's about him, so he loves it even more. Letting you go on and on until he peppers your lips with apologies from his own and makes them stop. Gasp and moans taking their place. It's hard to tell which he likes more. Each sound you make has him falling further and further in love.

[ghouljams]

Okay… I hope this isn’t weird but I really do love cannibal kinks and the symbolism of giving oneself to the other for them to live but also… I like it when they’re deranged as hell.

I remember you talking about Ghost and how he’d definitely survive the apocalypse by going to cannibalism when food runs out and you’re so, so right.

I want to say he doesn't even wait for food to run out but that would be a lie, the man is utilitarian to his core. He stockpiles dry food, canned goods, he butchers the cow and deer he buys from farmers outside the city, stores them in his deep freeze (the one with its own generator). He has meat for months, rations for years, and yet as soon as shit hits the fan his shitty apartment in the city doesn't cut it the way he thought it would. There are too many people, too much noise, too much chaos. Not the sort he relishes in, the kind that crashes into buildings like a wave, attempting to shake their foundations like the horns of Jericho. It's a chaos he knows, the kind that always follows political upheaval, the kind that makes leaving the city feel less risky than sticking around.

So he packs what he can into his car, and to be fair he can pack quite a bit in there, and he gets the fuck out of the city. Takes the back roads, avoids highways and the city center. He pats himself on the back for getting something suited to rough terrain, remembers Soap complaining that he was bringing the military home with him. He finds a cabin out in the middle of the woods, remembers seeing a listing for it on some bnb website while the internet was still up, and hopes no one else had the same idea.

He avoids opening the freezer he managed to stuff in the back seat, digs a cup into a sack of beans, eats them just barely cooked while he checks the ropes on the generator strapped to the top of his car. He chews on jerky while he drives, tries to remember the farms in the area, reasons over whether or not he could nab a cow even just for the milk. Considers setting rabbit traps, nearly grabs a duck from a pond he drives past for the eggs, thinks better of it when he has the poor creature by the neck and isn't sure where he's supposed to put it in his crammed car.

All this to say he's fucking exhausted by the time he reaches the dark little cabin. Somehow all that sleep deprived insanity reaches a peak spotting your little sedan sitting between the trees, the flutter of someone peeking through the curtains... he hardly waits to unload his own vehicle before breaking the door down to see what a suddenly merciful God has granted him. Toys, he thinks to himself as you spit and kick and scream for someone to help, knew I forgot something.

The skin around his eye is starting to darken by the time he gets dinner on the table. Most of the fight went out of you at the promise of food, and you'd even been kind enough to help him get the freezer inside once he'd gotten the generator running. He'd have to get some of the trees around the place limbed up so the solar can keep it running, but he'll worry about that tomorrow.

"What's this," You sniff at the meat sitting nicely charred on your plate.

"Don't remember 'is name." Ghost smiles, the scars around his lips tugging the skin twisted. You grimace and push the plate away, your lip starting to wobble for a second time. "Eat," He tell you, "or it'll be you next."

You give him a long searching look, likely trying to see if he's serious. You must not like what you find, because you drag the plate close and start to pick at the meat. You do your best to hide the gag that nearly slips past your lips, choking down distinctly inhuman meat. Oh well, Ghost thinks, be easier to get you to eat it later.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Master Post 3 Link

Completed AUs Master Post Link

NSFW (+18 ) Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 12/25/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 3.

(Updated as of 06/05/2025: Stop onOne-Shots: The Fib: Part 1)

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

Child Support

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

Single Dad

Jason's Doll

Misplace Baby

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

The Audit

Why Ten?

Cluster of Cores

Demon Head Slightly to the left

Danny Fenton's Ex

New Management

Billy's Parents

Phone a friend

Super Robin

Cassandra's Curse in Gotham

Marriage Trap the Office Supplier!

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

The cinnamon roll's son

One hell of a good Bellhop

Lights and Camera

One-Shots

Red Yummy

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

Ecto-Specialist

Side Hustle

Copyright

Love at first (club) meeting

Catnip for heroes

Old Friends

Danny the Nanny

Lights and Camera

Hot Wings

The ones who got away

Vanishing Bookstore

Petal to the metal

Lover Boy

PenPal

Fishbowl Bones

Unwanted House Guest

The Roommate

Missing Half

Danny's Did you Know?

Yeti's orders.

Who's Child is this?

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Nightowl Appartement

The one with Sunset Hair

The lost In-Laws

The Lady and The Dad

Big Brother does not approve

Gotham's star and Shadow

Pride in Gotham

Revenant Prompt

The King and his Not-Knight

Contestant Number 3

The Lost son of the Bat

AroAce Danny

Extended Family

Master Post 3 Index

Mult-parts

Passion for Fashion

Alley Boyfriends

Mr. Flavor

Freelance Inventor

The Summoned Demon

One-shots

You ARE the father

The Good Luck Charm

To be Human Again

Travel Buddy

Shift

A little bit of Home

New Money

Beyond the Grave

Lex Luthor's annoyance

Die with a smile

Cold Case

Online Siren

The End and the Beginning

Damian's (not) real friend

Family Bonding

Gotham Gossip

The old Switcharoo

A Pen Pal's Duty

Gamer Boy

Rent-A-Scandal

Silver Tongue Snake

Pin-Man and the Merry Metal Makers

Burst Your Bubble

The Contingency Plan

What's Your Poison?

The cousin

Tax Bracket

Not my Business

The Fib

Request

Access Granted

Skulker's Past

Surviving Babysitting

The Twins

Echo's Dad

The Artifact Repair Man

Flip of A coin

New Neighbors

Over and Over again

The West Wing

Never the Bride

The Masters Boy

Starstruck

My Lost little song

The Hostage Prince

John's Mask

COMPLETED AUS MASTER POST INDEX

The Bakery is a Front!....right?

Cave Boy

The Adoptive Son

Alfred's Boy

[olivethewriter]

The Theory of Clark Kent

You were the new girl in Smallville.

You’d just moved into your cousin Chloe’s townhouse to finish high school, and as much as you didn’t exactly dream of a town where cows outnumber people, you tried to stay positive. You kept your head down, focused on school, and did your own thing—varsity sports, a 4.0 GPA, and a part-time job at The Talon.

But no matter how much you tried to do your own thing, Chloe’s friend group kind of swallowed you whole. Which would’ve been fine… if it weren’t for him.

Clark Kent.

Chloe’s annoying, snarky, do-gooder best friend. You couldn’t stand him, as a matter of fact you despised him. And you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual. It wasn’t just the fake boy-next-door act either. It was how he always had to compete with you.

You were used to being the best. The smartest. The fastest. The one teachers praised and students envied. But then came Clark, all tall and humble with his stupid blue eyes and casual perfection. If you got the highest grade in the class on a math test? Clark beat your score—in another period. You crushed the fitness exam in P.E.? Clark doubled your reps and didn't even break a sweat.

“Sorry I beat your score, superstar,” he’d say, looking down at you like the universe itself handed him the win. “Someone’s gotta keep things interesting.”

“Oh, buzz off, farm boy,” you’d snap, rolling your eyes and stomping away.

Your rivalry only got worse from there. You started studying more. You even baked your (evil) history teacher muffins. But the worst part? You couldn’t explain why Clark Kent got under your skin the way he did. Maybe it was because he was too perfect—athletic, smart, kind. Suspiciously kind.

Then everything shifted.

It happened late one night when you were closing at The Talon. You were taking the trash out when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone messing with Chloe’s car—the one you’d borrowed.

“Hey! Back off!” you called. But if the guy heard you he didnt let it show. So you approached. Stupid, in hindsight, but it wasn’t like you were going to just let him steal it. You were inches away when he turned and shoved you against a brick wall.

You kicked, punched, flailed, screamed. You were sure you were doomed when suddenly, the pressure lifted. The weight disappeared. And instead, there were those familiar blue eyes, lit up in the dark like some kind of divine intervention.

Clark.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, clinging to him like he was the last solid thing on Earth. But once the adrenaline wore off, you jumped back like he was a live wire. Your brain was filled with questions.

“How did you get here so fast?” you blurted. “What were you doing out here?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking guilty as hell. “I was… getting coffee?”

“Here? At 10 p.m.?” you raised your eyebrows

He offered to drive you home, and you let him—mostly because your legs were shaking, and your eyes were still welling with tears.

But after that night, you couldn’t unsee it. The weirdness. The speed. The perfectly timed rescues. The way he caught you that one time before you tripped, like he knew before you did.

You paid attention. Watched. Waited. And when the pieces started coming together, you set a trap…

You invited Clark to the old grain mill. Climbing to the top level, you looked out over the edge, feeling the height in your bones. Clark stood a few feet behind you, confused but curious.

“Listen, Clark,” you began, voice steady. “You’re super fast. Strong. You lift things like they weigh nothing. And you’re always there. Always. Just before something happens.”

His smile dropped. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’re different.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly. “I’m just like everyone else.”

You could tell he was lying. The way his jaw clenched. The rehearsed tone. He’d said this before—to someone else, maybe even to himself.

“So Clark, you’re telling me if I jumped off this building right now, I’d just fall? Die? And I wouldn’t find you at the bottom waiting to catch me?” You raised your brows, fighting a smirk. You knew you had won. 

“Y/N, please don’t,” he said, voice suddenly panicked. “I won’t be there. Just come down and I’ll explain, okay? I promise.”

“Okay,I'll come down” you said—and jumped.

The wind roared past you, but you barely felt it. A second later, you were weightless in warm, steady arms. When you opened your eyes, you saw his—blue, wide, terrified.

“OH MY GOD, why would you do that?!” he practically shouted, setting you down.

“I didn’t die,” you said, brushing dust off your shoulders. “And… I proved my theory.”

Clark looked—pissed. Like, actually mad, you couldn't help but think this was the first time you had seen him angry. “You did all that… for a theory?”

You crossed your arms. “Yes. It’s not like I could’ve just asked you. Because news flash—I tried.”

His jaw clenched. Then his eyes softened.

“I wasn’t trying to lie. I just didn’t want you to think I was some kind of freak.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Clark, you literally have superpowers. ‘Freak’ isn’t the word that comes to mind.”

“Really? Then what is?”

You shrugged. “Special, maybe. Or different. Or just… heroic.”

He let out a breath of a laugh. “I’m no hero.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “Because you’re always trying to save people. That sounds pretty heroic to me. I mean, you have saved me twice now, most guys would’ve just asked me out by now—but you’re out here catching me mid-fall.”

You smiled at him, soft and teasing. He blushed.

“Clark?”

“Mmhmm?”

“When are you going to kiss me?”

You didn’t have to wait long.

His hands cupped your face gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a way that was soft and warm and just a little unsure, like he wasn’t totally convinced this was real.

But it was real.

One of his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Your hands found his hair, fingers curling through the soft strands as your heart thudded hard in your chest. When he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushed yours, slow and curious, and you didn’t pull away—you leaned in, kissing him like you’d been waiting all year for this exact moment.

You both pulled back slowly, a little breathless. His forehead rested against yours, and you caught the tiny, smug smile tugging at his lips.

“Who’s keeping things interesting now, farm boy?” you whispered.

You grabbed his hand and started toward your car.

And for once, Clark Kent didn’t race you.

[moonisreading]

Meeting Again;

“Why does everything change when someone suddenly barge in your life?“

Neglected Reader with Batfam | The way of Healing

It’s just a simple mission.

Kill the person threatening your position of becoming a heir, a competitor, an obstacle - a nobody.

It just simple procedure that Damian did for a thousand times on his life, but why?

Why and how the hell he get capture easily!?

He was trained blood, sweat and tears just to became a powerful heir - a standard that his grandfather and his mother expecting him to be, But it seems he failed. He was captured so easily to a person he is related by blood, from his mother the person is the older or maybe the oldest to his biological father family.

But the person is much better than he expected - just like a gun, his sibling is much faster like they done it all before.

There’s a lot of things to learn from [Name].

Yet Damian didn’t expect the killer instinct he saw that day when they first met, its menacing, that makes him first ever be feel unsettle at someone. He’s expecting to be killed on the spot when the person hold him by his collar with a glint of red can be seen in his siblings eyes - but it didn’t happened.

Instead he was put down and just ruffle his head heaving a tired sigh, and that day onwards his “punishment” is to help the farm of potatoes and multiple cat and dogs in the mountain side in their little cottage. Damian swear in his life he will gain honor and revenge toward his sibling one day - but it never came when there’s a pregnant cat sitting on his lap and dogs barking for his attention.

Theres is one thing that are gnawing in his mind while in the cottage, when did his sibling has such a monstrous instinct?

Theres first meeting is one of them, but there’s a certain moment that he won’t forget, he remember the time that he’s watching two mother of cat nursing each other kittens, Damian saw [Name] react faster when a bird house about to fall off the launch, the latter watch the oldest bolt from their porch into other side of the property catching it both hands.

Or the time some people playing nearby their place, throwing their axe on a target (Damian and his sibling just strolling around the area) a sudden slip of momentum tumble them forward, the axe are thrown in their direction. Damian with instinct of danger saw the incoming force of the axe without him moving [Name] just outstretched their hand and caught it by the handle, they toss it back hitting a tree with the stranger standing beside it.

The most thing he treasure his time with the oldest are the time he went back trying to assassinate [Name] but it always ended up catching his sword, dagger, avoided traps and so forth. It embarrassed him greatly and he goes back to his mother in shame when the woman came for him.

It ended up having punishment and lecture from his mother and his grandfather.

But when he finally defeat his mother he gain another mentor which his mother promised to meet.

His Biological Father “Batman”.

He was accepted immediately and be train under him, its a honor a great successor for the robin mantle, he fought tooth and nail in the family of detective to wear the mask of Robin. Damian succeeded, he fought and train with his other siblings he gain a sister and a brothers, yet a gnawing feeling in chest reminded him of someone when they pass by a chipped painted door at the Corner of the manor.

Damian remember someone when he saw a familiar photo where Pennyworth holding the photo frame with guilt invincible to the naked eyes but Damian manage to took notice it, no matter whoever is the half blood carrying in their vein, [Name] is his sibling. He could learn from them and meet them once again, talk about his pets he adopted while residing in the manor.

He wanted to meet them again, and what’s better way to go there is by using Grayson offer when he promised to take him somewhere he want when he finally made friends in his school. Which he succeeded by the way and off he go to the familiar mountain.

He remember the time that [Name] making him promise, that “Don’t let our family know my identity.” Damian didn’t know what they ment that way, he remembered he just scoff and forgot the whole promise in his mind. Yet it resurface when Jason suddenly has an episode.

It came a surprise for him, unfamiliar even so he decided for the two of them to watch cat videos on his phone, which Damian remember that [Name] and him use that a lot when one of them can’t sleep that night a way of comfort. That’s the time when he remembered the promise when he heard from Jason some parts of his past, an older sibling before Dick arrives in the manor a person welcome him when Bruce took him in under his wing, and someone who look for him.

A promise is a promise, so Damian keep quiet.

Arriving the familiar cottage he ran where he assumed the sibling of his doing at this day and time, Damian pass by the familiar fence with lush of green of potatoes. Cats and dogs lounge everywhere watching and guarding, some dogs bark and wag their tails when they see him, a ghost smile crept into his face seeing the reaction.

”This place didn’t change a bit.”

It only earn him a questioning look from Dick with a confuse smile adorning in his face, Damian just ignore him when he climbs over the fence between him and the farm lush of green, that’s where he saw them. A person wearing a button up shirt that are tuck in the high waisted baggy pants, wearing a straw hat on their head holding a basket. They turn to look at him.

Damian saw their face slowly morph into joy, eyes brighter when their eyes landed into him, he saw their shoulder shake as they slowly walk toward them.

It soon ended up him being push by their chest holding him up when they jump through the fence and give Damian a bear hug, he didn’t struggle to be put down, accepting his fate to be buried by familiar smell he miss a lot.

one shot. Drabble. Platonic. Writing practice.

Might not write again.

[virtyalangel]

unfolded

content warnings ; weed + smoking + awkward teenagers + random cliffhangers + intentional use of lowercase + v bad writing(it’s been a while))

loser jackson!ellie x f!reader

you, ellie, weed, snow, and tension

“so.. you’ve really never smoked before?” ellie questioned, her voice confused and tittering on the edge of sympathy, but you knew that look. that look. the one where she cocked her head to the side, her short auburn hair framing her face in a way that was unique to herself. her freckled face scrunched together as if she was staring at a puzzle. then suddenly, her pale green eyes squinted as if she had finally figured you out. she morphed her lips into a half-smile.

the two of you were supposed to be on patrol, trailing along the familiar path you and dina had traveled when the weather was gentle and forgiving, but with the troubled weather and worsening condition of the snowy hell that awaited you and ellie outside, you decided to take shelter in an old, abandoned house. which, unbeknownst to you two, had an enormous and abandoned weed farm.

although most of the weed was dead and unusable, ellie had found some preserved joints, which is how the two of you ended up on a loveseat left in the abandoned weed farm. your legs crossed overtop ellie’s as you laid there, sitting up with your back against the edge of the couch. the two of you mirroring each others position unknowingly.

“don’t piss me off, williams.” you said through a breathy laugh. your gaze landed on the joint. it felt strange and unfamiliar in your presence, like it was an ancient artifact from another world. it was a good distraction from what was really bothering you. 

“it ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.” ellie uttered. her gaze fell on the joint between your  fingers. the unlit blunt stared back at her with an eerie silence it brought. she swept her eyes on you as the unsettling silence filled the room. and once it settled, she looked away. she hadn’t notice how quiet you’ve gotten. in her mind, she felt like she said something wrong, did she embarrass you? she didn’t want to do that. should she apologize? she should..

“i’ve smoked— i don’t know, like once?” you continued, the sudden sound of your voice startled ellie out of her thoughts. you both looked up, the sudden synchronized movement adding to the intensity of the moment. your lips twisted slightly, making a face that was too shy to be a grin but too troubled to be a smirk. 

your fingers danced along with the blunt trapped between them. “can’t do much while barely surviving in this fucked world.” ellie nodded with your words, humming in agreement as her gaze flickered to the blunt for a moment. her hand lifted from her side, slowly resting on your leg close to the knee. the dichotomy of the  gently touch and her teasing words caused a certain tension settle in your chest. the smell of the stale weed was getting to the two of you.

“still kinda funny.” she mumbled, her gaze back on you. her words lead to the release of loud groan from the back of your throat. “it’s not funny, asshole.” you spat back at her, kicking her in the side with your boot-clad foot.

“hey, what the hell?!” ellie squeaked, letting out a breed between a giggle and a shriek. her hands grabbed ahold of your leg, cutting off your movement as fast you started them. “that was disgusting. your boots are disgusting.” she teased, playfully shoving your foot away from her.

“my boots are disgusting? when was the last time you bathed?” you interrogated, the joint in your fingers long forgotten as you both bickered. “all of jackson knows that ellie williams doesn’t wash her ass,”

“this isn’t about me right now.” 

“you’re gross.”

“rude ass,” ellie rolled her eyes at your words before she leaned forward, taking the joint from its resting state between your fingers, “gimme this.” she cooed, gently snatching the thing out of your fingers before she slumped against the couch again.

“i’ll teach you.” ellie stated softly as she pulled out a lighter from her back pocket, twirling the thing around her fingers before she finally  lit the blunt. she could see you’re conflicted expression, and it made her heart surge inside her. she needed this to calm her nerves before she did or said something embarrassing. she  took a deep drag of the blunt, trying to ease the tension inside of her as quickly as possible.

you scoffed, watching as she blew the smoke towards you in a smug-ridden manner. she observed you silently as you wafted the smoke away from your face, huffing in fake annoyance. “i don’t need you to teach me.” you told her. she hummed before she gave you a look, one that said ‘you sure?’ in complete silence. you’re heart leaped out of your chest, but you stood your ground. 

she eventually passed the blunt back to you, leaning back with her arms over her chest. she was watching you like a hawk. she watched as you brought the blunt to your lips, her eyes narrowing slightly. you couldn’t tell what she was thinking. it looked like she was judging you as you took a drag from the blunt. she couldn’t hide her smirk as she watched your face grimace, and she damn sure couldn’t hold back the laughter once you began coughing up a storm.

“what the fuck is that?” you whined as you shoved the blunt back into ellie’s hands, smoke surrounding your face and invading your senses as you coughed  and wheezed, a poor attempt on cleansing your throat from the blunts toxins. you swore you saw tears in her eyes from how hard she laughing. you kicked her again.

“ow— shit—that fucking hurts.” ellie choked out between laughs. you shot her a look, and she had to hide her smirk behind her hand. “you don’t need me to teach you, huh?” ellie teased, pressing the blunt to her mouth and taking another hit.

“oh, fuck you.”

“you’re too stubborn.” ellie mused as she shifted her position on the couch to lean closer to you. maybe it was the weed that was making her so bold, or maybe it was the constant back and forth between you two. 

maybe it was the nights you would come over and hang out with her, letting her rant to you about her issues, when you listened to her geek out about the comics she would read without teasing her about it, or when you two would write and sing songs together. the times when she would sit next to you while you slept and would spend hours drawing you. watching as your face twitched, and when you woke up, she’d listen to you talk about how you had a bad dream.

‘she twitches when she has nightmares.’

half of her notebook was you. how you would remember the songs you two wrote and how you sung them while on patrol, how you played with the kids back at jackson and how they all loved you, how you liked to eat your eggs and what color flower you stared at the longest. she liked you, a lot. too much, but she couldn’t tell you. those nights you spent with her, she tried to. to tell you. to open her heart from the inside out and pour the blood that remained out for you to take. but every time her lips jumped over the words. did you even like her back? was she just delusional? were the feelings that festered in her body just frail imagery of a version of you that didn’t exist?

she blew the smoke that invaded her throat into your face, staring into your eyes that were red from the coughing fit that took over you earlier. you let the smoke rush over you, and once it passed, you two were face to face, and completely silent.

…

“ellie?”

i have no idea what i’m doing

[loudclan-clangen]

The World Ender by Lord Huron would be perfect for this moon

Anon you're so right and also I'm losing my mind over this song rn.

I had been imagining "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash for this moment but this song has all the vibes I loved from that one plus lyrics that are literally perfect for Wildfirecry, this is such a good pick!

Okay, SO: 7 farm cats attacked Fiercestripe's patrol. 4 of them were killed (Coal, his two sons, and one of Bee's sons), and 3 of them survived, but were wounded (Spider, Bee's other son, and Butterfly's son). These 3are the cats that Wildfirecry tracked down and killed in Moon 29 Part 3. He didn't kill anyone but those 3 toms!

No artistic liberty here! Wildfirecry committed at least three real life war crimes!

Absolutely! There's not a whole lot more to them than what is shown. I haven't put a ton of thought into Forestclan because they're already gone, but I imagine that they were a lot more religiously focused than Loudclan is. Their Starclan literally lived in the stars, and thus they were almost everpresent during the winter, and absent in the summer, when they were believed to hide underground. For this reason, if a cat died in the summer their body must be buried in order to join Starclan, and if a cat's body could not be buried, then they would be lost to wander until the sky darkened again. On the other hand, if a cat died in the winter, they would be left out to decompose in the open air, so that their spirit could ascend up to join Starclan in the sky, and burying them would leave them lost until Starclan returned underground. The rites that Wildfirecry performed doesn't allow for either of these fates. It traps a cat's soul somewhere in the middle, suspended in the air too low to escape into the sky and to high to shelter underground. I don't know if I've talked about it before, but I don't think the valley territories have a dark forest or equivalent "cat hell", so this is truly the worst punishment that Wildfirecry can bestow upon them.

It's Fiercestripe we're talking about here, she didn't waste time with some lovey-dovey good bye. She wants vengeance just as much as Wildfirecry does, if not more, and she only has a moment to speak to him. They'll have time for softness later, for now Wildfirecry has a job to do and she's here to help him do it.

I imagine that Rosehiptree would have been the one person Wildfirecry told that he was leaving. Quietly, before he excused himself, he told her that if he hadn't returned within a moon that she needed to go to the Black Water Pool and get her lives. While Wildfirecry didn't intend to lose all of his lives, he didn't want to promise to come back when he couldn't assure it, and honestly dying and passing his lives on to his only remaining daughter to make sure she outlives her illness is not necessarily a total loss in his book. Rosehiptree did that math, and considering everything she knew about her dad, decided that he was definitely not coming home. She relied a lot on Songpaw after their conversation, and even now that Wildfirecry's back and she's doing a little bit better, she still treats him as her anchor. She knows that Wildfirecry HAD to go do what he did to be able to live with himself, she's even thankful that he did it so that she doesn't have to fear Spider coming back, but he still left her when she needed him, and Songpaw didn't.

Thank you! That's a great compliment! I think it's pretty likely that you've spotted at least one of the ships being foreshadowed in Moon 30, but the real question is did you catch them all???

[nerokoma]

press start! — together (22/22)

By the time you’d gotten down to the storage room, Yachi was already standing outside, a bag of pinnies hoisted over her shoulder. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you, letting one hand go to wave at you.

“Hi Y/N!” she said with a wide smile. You smiled as you approached, reaching out toward the girl. 

“Do you need help with those?” you asked, offering a hand. Yachi leaned back slightly, shaking her head. 

“I’m alright!” She motioned toward the storage room. “There’s one more bag in the storage room though– it’s on the top shelf. Do you mind grabbing it?” 

“Of course.” 

You stepped past her, making your way toward the entrance to the storage room. However, once you stepped in, you were immediately faced with the sight of a tall figure hunched over in front of you, pinnies strewn across the floor as he picked them up. You froze, immediately recognizing the figure despite the fact that they were faced away from you.

“Tsukishima?” you asked, causing the boy to stand up straight. He turned, eyes widening slightly when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” His features were dimly illuminated by the light above, barely enough to make out the fact that he was squinting at you.

“I was just helping Yachi grab the pinnies,” you answered slowly. “What were you–” 

You were cut off by the loud creak of the metal door behind you, followed by a loud bang as it was slammed shut.

Tsukishima frowned. “What the–” 

You reached for the door handle, rattling it a couple times being hit with the realization that it was locked. You pushed your body against the door, holding onto the handle that refused to budge.

“Hello?” you called, banging on the door with your fist. “Is anyone out there?” 

“Sorry, Y/N. We had to do it.” Lev’s muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door. 

You banged on the door once more. “Lev? What’s going on? Open the door!”

“Have fun in there,” another voice, which you recognized as Hinata’s, chimed in. This caused Tsukishima to approach you, hitting his own fist against the metal. 

“Let us out of here you dumbass!”

Next came Inuoka’s voice. “Not until you guys admit you like each other!” 

“Sorry, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi called.

The two of you continued hitting your fists against the door, streams of pleas (and obscenities, courtesy of Tsukishima) escaping you. After a couple minutes of this, your energy eventually drained, leaving you to lean against the door. Tsukishima walked away, the size of the storage room only allowing him to move a couple steps. 

“Why the hell would those idiots lock us in here?” he said with a huff, shaking his head. 

You let out a sigh, slowly sinking to the ground with your back against the door.

“Someone will probably notice we’re gone and come looking for us,” you offered, though your voice was laced with an uncertainty that made Tsukishima scoff.  

A silence fell upon the two of you as the realization sunk in that you were trapped. Inuoka’s words echoed through your head, embedding themselves at the forefront of your mind.

Not until you guys admit you like each other!

You glanced toward the boy, who had also gotten tired of standing and resorted to taking a seat against the stack of gym mats. He stared into space with a distant expression, his eyebrows tilted downward slightly. Slowly, a frown made its way onto your face as you studied his features in an attempt to figure out what he was thinking. 

“That game you were talking about before.” Tsukishima’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You glanced over at the boy, though his eyes remained elsewhere. “Stardew Valley? What is it?” 

Your mouth twitched. “It’s a farm life simulation. You basically own a farm and have to take care of it, but you also get to talk to the people in the town and do quests and other things.” 

The boy gave a short nod. “Is it fun?” 

“Yeah, I think it is,” you answered. “There’s a ton of creatures and magic you have to deal with when you get deeper into the game, and you even get to pick one of the townspeople to date and get married to.” 

“Ah, so is that who Sam is?” he asked. You giggled, nodding. 

“I’ve gone through the game a couple times, but he’s always my top pick when it comes to the romance plot.” Tsukishima nodded again, continuing to stare off into the distance. Curiously, you tilted your head at the boy. “Why do you ask?” 

He gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. I just– I feel like I don’t know much about you.” Tsukishima paused for a moment, though when you didn’t respond, he went on. “I mean, I didn’t even know you had a brother until a couple days ago.”

The memory caused warmth to bubble in your chest as you laughed. “I think it’s funny that you didn’t know my last name, otherwise you would’ve known that Kenma and I are siblings.” 

Tsukishima could only grimace, clearly remembering the unfortunate events he’d gone through.

“I’m sorry for that. I honestly shouldn’t have assumed.” 

You shook your head. “It’s alright. How could you have known?” 

“I could have asked you,” he pointed out. “Instead I just assumed and made decisions based on my incorrect information.”

“Really, Tsukishima. It’s ok,” you said with a small smile. “Do you have any siblings?” He nodded. 

“An older brother. He’s in college right now.” 

“Did he play volleyball too?” 

This made Tsukishima pause, something clouding his expression for one moment that suddenly made you regret asking. You were about to backtrack when a second later, Tsukishima let out a soft chuckle and nodded.

“He still does. Just for fun, though.” You sighed in relief as the boy spoke up once more. “Why the sudden question about my family?” 

“I think… I’m in the same boat as you.” Your answer came after a few seconds. “I mean like, I don’t really know much about you either. We’ve been talking for how long and I still don’t know your name.” 

The confession caused Tsukishima to let out a laugh, his shoulders shaking as he glanced over at you.

“It’s Kei.” 

“Kei.” The name rolled off your tongue with a warm familiarity despite it being the first time you’d ever uttered it. “That’s a nice name. What does it mean?” 

“Firefly,” he answered. “It’s kind of a bother though. I always have to explain to people how to pronounce it.” 

“I think it suits you,” you said without thinking. When Tsukishima raised his eyebrows, you simply shrugged. “I don’t know. It just… does.” 

You shivered, hugging your arms as a chill coursed its way through your body. Tsukishima immediately noticed, looking at you in confusion before glancing up. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Come sit over here,” he said, eyes pointed up at the ceiling. “You’re sitting right under the vent.” 

You tilted your head back, only then noticing the air vent above you that was blasting cold air right onto your body. Looking back toward the boy, you watched as he shifted slightly to make room against the pile of mats for you to sit. Without hesitation, you stood up and made your way over, taking your seat beside him. 

“Is there anything else you want to know?” Tsukishima asked, gaze remaining forward. “You know, since we’re playing 20 questions.” 

You stared down at your hands, running your thumb over every knuckle. As the silence grew between you two, you found yourself paying attention to every little sound in the room. The air blowing in through the vent, the faint buzz of the light, Tsukishima’s near silent breaths coupled with your own. However, none of it could distract from the sound of the one burning question replaying in your mind like a broken record. 

“When you found out Kenma and I were siblings,” you began, carefully choosing each word that left your mouth. “The first thing you asked was if I had a boyfriend. Why is that?” 

You could tell the question caught Tsukishima off-guard, feeling him physically tense up beside you. For a moment, you regretted bringing it up, but the curiosity burned into you like the warmest day in summer.

It was as though a year had passed as you waited for his response, every second an hour. The softest sigh escaped Tsukishima’s lips, and you would’ve missed it had you not been sitting right beside him.

“I’m not good at this,” he said. “Talking about my feelings and stuff. Honestly, I still don’t understand it all.” You furrowed your eyebrows, though remained quiet to allow him to speak. “I’ve been less focused lately, and it felt like there was always something nagging at me, but I could never tell what. I only knew that whatever I was feeling would go away when I talked to you.” 

You looked over at him with wide eyes, though he didn’t meet your gaze.

“That’s why I looked forward to when we would talk every night. Even when it was hard for me to figure out how to explain things, it was nice not having to worry about anything but what we were going over. But the more we talked, the worse it would get when you hung up.” 

“Tsukishima…”

“So when I found out that you didn’t have a boyfriend, a huge part of me was so relieved because every day that I distanced myself from you, the more intense the feeling became. You just have this…effect, wherever you go. Whenever I talk to you, I don’t have to worry about my matches, or school, or anything else. I can just enjoy the time we spend…” Together.

The last word hung unspoken, though its weight still held firm. 

Together. Physically, you were. You were sitting side-by-side on the floor together. You were trapped in the storage room together. You were talking together. All these things the two of you were doing together, yet…

“You know, for someone who’s not good at talking about his feelings, I’d say you articulated them pretty well.” Despite the teasing nature of your words, your voice was completely serious. “I think how you explained your feelings was better than I ever could.” 

Tsukishima slowly turned his head, his gaze burning into yours.

“Try,” was the only word he uttered, watching you intently. 

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. 

“You’ve definitely seen it by now, but I’m not the most organized person. There’s always like, a million things going through my brain, and a reason why I’ve always liked video games is because it gives me one thing to focus on.” A small chuckle escaped your lips. “But whenever I’d talk to you, it’s like you kept me grounded. Even when I was freaking out about my exams or worried about homework, you managed to keep me sane. You’re a lot kinder than you give yourself credit for.” 

This caused Tsukishima to raise an eyebrow at you, though you just smiled. 

“You’re really blunt sometimes, but it's comforting to know that when you’re giving encouragement, it means you truly believe in it. I feel like honesty is the kindest thing you can give someone. It’s just one of many things that I like about you.” 

The last sentence slipped from your mouth without even thinking about it, causing you to freeze. You immediately looked away as heat rose to your face, covering your hands with your face. 

“Just one? What are the other things?” Tsukishima asked, a slight tease in his tone. Without looking at him, you shoved the boy as hard as you could. 

“Oh my god, I’m leaving,” you said, pushing yourself to your feet. Before you could walk away, however, you felt the gentle tug of Tsukishima’s hand on your wrist, holding you back.

“We’re locked in here, remember?”

“Then I’m going to go sit back over there.” 

“Under the vent?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Y/N.” Without letting go of your hand, Tsukishima slowly brought himself to his feet. He said your name once more, his voice soft as he carefully pulled at your arm to get you to face him. Still, you refused to meet his gaze, your eyes glued to the floor despite his close proximity. “Did you mean it?” 

“Mean what?” you mumbled, causing Tsukishima’s face to twist. 

“When you said you liked a lot of things about me,” he said. Your eyes glanced down to your wrist, Tsukishima’s hand still carefully wrapped around it. 

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath. 

“It’s you. I like you.” 

You closed your eyes, awaiting the rejection that you’d feared for so long. 

Yet it never came. 

Tsukishima’s hand let go of your wrist, and your heart temporarily dropped, only for it to swell as he laced his fingers with yours.

“So this is what it feels like,” he murmured. Your breath hitched as he squeezed your hand. “to like someone.” 

“You…like me?” you asked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. 

Using his other hand, Tsukishima gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. His gaze was soft, a warm fondness sweeping throughout your entire body as a subtle smile spread across his face. 

“I do,” he confessed. “I like you so much I think my heart’s about to burst.” 

As though your body moved on instinct, you reached for the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward as you pressed your lips against his. Tsukishima let out the smallest gasp, though his initial surprise was immediately forgotten as he melted into your touch. Your heart swelled, warmth bubbling up in your chest even as the two of you let go. 

You stared at each other with wide eyes, only a couple seconds passing before you burst out into a fit of giggles. Tsukishima smiled, his fingers still interlocked with yours as he wrapped one arm around your body. You grinned, letting go of Tsukishima’s hand only to finally wrap your arms around his, holding him tightly. 

-

“You guys are running suicides when we’re back in Miyagi,” Ennoshita scolded, shaking his head as he walked with the rest of the 2nd-years. “And you, Yachi. I expected this from the others, but not from you.”

“Don’t blame Yachi for this! We roped her into it! It’s not her fault,” Inuoka said, flinching when Yamamoto elbowed him. 

“How do you just casually forget that you locked two people in the storage room together?” he questioned. 

“That’s what you’re most concerned about? Not the fact that they locked two people in the storage room, but that they forgot?” Kenma asked, receiving a glare from his fellow third-year.

“Shut up, Kenma.” 

Ennoshita rolled his eyes as they arrived at the storage room, pointing toward the 2nd-years, some of whom wore expressions akin to a hurt puppy, while the rest looked completely unbothered. 

Shibayama walked forward, unlocking the door to the storage room before pushing it open. However, upon entering, he froze at the sight inside.

“What? What’s wrong?” Hinata asked, jumping forward and poking his head inside.

Huddled in the corner against the pile of mats was you and Tsukishima. Your body rested on his chest, his arms wrapped around yours, both of you fast asleep. 

A wide grin spread across Hinata’s face as he turned back to the other 2nd-years. 

“They’re asleep,” he said, stepping back as the others moved to see for themselves. 

“We did it!” Inuoka exclaimed, giving Hinata a high-five. 

“Aww, they’re so cute!” Yachi said, smiling. 

“Wait, let me take a picture.” 

“He’s going to hate you forever.” 

“I don’t care. It’s funny.” 

“Alright!” Ennoshita said, causing everyone to turn to him. “You kids get out of here and stop harassing them.” 

The 2nd-years all glanced at each other, then toward their seniors. After receiving multiple pointed looks, they nodded in disappointment before walking off together, their chatter continuing to echo through the hall.

“What are you doing, Noya?” Tanaka asked as Nishinoya stepped into the storage room, a mischievous grin on his face as he pulled out his phone. 

“I’m saving it for their wedding day,” he replied, taking a couple photos before turning back to the others. “Should we wake them up?”

“Yeah, probably,” Fukunaga said. “Or we could just let them sleep.” 

“We’re not leaving them in a storage room,” Yamamoto argued. “It’s musty in here.” 

 “I almost feel bad waking them up,” Ennoshita said, voice trailing off. “I’ve never seen Tsukishima look so…comfortable.” 

“I don’t.” Without another word, Kenma walked up to the two of you. The others watched as he pulled out his phone, scrolling for a couple seconds before lowering it down right in front of your face. He pressed a button and music began blasting through the speakers at full volume. The two of you jolted awake, disorientation evident in your expression as you lifted your head. 

“What the f-”

“Good morning, lovebirds,” Yamamoto said as he walked forward. He reached down, grabbing you by your hands before pulling you to your feet. “We will talk about this later, young lady. For now, you’re supposed to be on lunch duty with Yachi.” 

Before you could protest, Yamamoto was pulling you toward the exit. You glanced over your shoulder toward Tsukishima, who held a subtle smirk on his face as he watched. You smiled back, holding eye contact for a moment longer before inevitably being dragged out by your upperclassman. 

Tsukishima looked up at Kenma, who stared down at him with narrowed eyes and an expression stained with slight disgust. 

“I know I don’t have to say it, but treat her well, ok?” 

Tsukishima blinked up at the older boy, taking a moment to register his words before he nodded, a slight warmth creeping up his neck. 

“I will. I promise.” 

Kenma held his narrow gaze for just a moment longer before giving a slow nod. He extended his arm out toward the younger boy, which Tsukishima took after a moment of hesitation, allowing Kenma to help him up. 

“Let’s get back to the games.”

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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[bistaxx]

I do love the idea of most of the characters being in a "sleep" state with their dreams being whatever games the streamers are currently streaming like yeah-

like yeah in Fit's dreams he's living on a farm he inherited from his grandfather in a small rural town, Bagi and Pac both coincidentally dreamed of working at a supermarket, Foolish is stacking fruit in his dreams, Cellbit drempt of being trapped in some sort of ghostly murder hell school then later of being a puzzle solving professor, Roier escaped his rat astral projection and was Melissa in his dreams but now he's rolling down the streets of San Andreas, Tubbo is dreaming that he's been on a live camera feed for days on end with no break as something called a "streamer", and Phil is Sonic the Hedgehog

[casuallyanidiot]

Idk why but I’d probably b more of a “morally gray” reader when it comes to dealing with Danny

If my parents treated me as they did in the story I’d cut ties completely with no remorse lookin back. I’d tell Danny to cut off support to them completely and let them rot

It’d b interesting in general if in a AU reader knew that Danny wanted her and let him have her while feigning the innocent act. Maybe in the AU reader was indeed the one who was alright with the baby trapping as it’d secure her ticket out of poverty. Just a morally gray character all around

Morally Gray!Reader would probably have started to plan her exit from her family's farm for a while. I mean, their parents are pretty neglectful and borderline cruel most of the time. Plus Danny's been stalking her for quite some time in the original story, and I think that if the reader wanted to take advantage of that, then Danny would definitely encourage it, but he'd probably try to twist things into his favor.

I said in a previous ask that part of why Danny loves the reader so much is because he fantasized about taking her away from a life of poverty, and I think he'd be really delighted to actually have her play into that. That's still to say, he'd try and twist the situation so that he still had the power. He's obsessed with making sure that the reader doesn't leave him, hence the baby trapping. I think even if she agreed, he'd still try to scheme to have the upper hand on her. After all, if they got out of an impossible situation once, who's to say they wouldn't try to get away from him.

I think if Morally Gray!Reader was actually going to use Danny as an opportunity to get off the farm, she would've agreed to marry him while they were in the barn. Like maybe she explained that she hates her family and doesn't want to see them, or maybe she even lies and says she feels similar to Daniel. Either way, Morally Gray!Reader would strike a deal with the golden boy. She'd marry him, and he'd get her the hell out of there.

I think he'd still end up baby trapping her for good measure, but she'd be fine as long as she'd have nothing to do with her awful family or the community who rejected her at every turn. Again, Danny would probably be delighted with this.

I think actually this would probably be the best relationship that they could be in. Morally Gray!Reader and the Yandere farmboy who constantly manipulate, lie, isolate and try to get the upper hand on each other so they can both get what they want. In comparison to the original reader, that'd actually be a bit healthier lmao

[k0if1sh3ss]

#SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

pairing: Dina x Ellie x Reader

tags: smut, fingering, MY LOVES

Life seemed average, a repeated cycle you could never seem to get out of. Bland, overused and average.

“YN, you need to get out more! All you do is work and sleep!” Jesse complains. But how could you “get out more” if the whole world was under attack by human beings infected by fungus?

“Jesse, m’not going out tonight. I gotta patrol early tomorrow, I don’t have time f’drinking.” You scoff, closing the book you were reading and placing it in the nearby nightstand. “You’re so boring, you never do anything fun.” He rolls his eyes and exits the room.

You never enjoyed parties anyways. You always felt like an outcast to this whole group of people, you were surprised they even let you stay this damn long. You had showed up out of no where and yet they let you in after a check for infection.

The day continued like usual. Eat, Work, Sleep, Repeat, and obviously the necessities. You groan as you awake, your hair bed head a lot messier than usual. You rub your temples as you exit the hard bed that was seemingly put together from sheets and scattered pillows found around.

You somehow found yourself assigned to early patrol with Ellie and Dina. It wasn’t that you disliked them, it was that you liked them a little too much. Somehow, they distracted you from your daily routine, always pulling you somewhere you didn’t need to be, forcing you to explore things you’d never explored. But today it seemed there was a lot of tension in the area. The snow not making it any better as the freezing air made the freeze of the silence grow thicker.

Silence engulfed the whole ride, until they approached an abandoned warehouse that had a harsh smell of weed. Inside a whole farm of it, just growing like nothing. “Hey hey, I haven’t seen this shit in forever.” Ellie says picking up a jar. “Does weed expire?” She asks turning to Dina, having finally spoken a word to each other. “I guess we’ll have to find out?”

A loud bang was heard, causing you to flinch as you turned to see that the snow had trapped all three of you inside the weed smelling warehouse. “God, I did not want this.” You roll your eyes, removing the gloves you wore. “Fuck…!” You kick something nearby. “Whoa there, it’s not that big of a deal, we can just stay here until it dies down. Then we can try moving the snow.” Ellie suggests, removing her coat and settling in a nearby couch.

You watch as Dina does the same, grabbing a lighter that seemingly still worked to light the joint they’d found in the jar. “This still hits.” Dina says with a small smile, passing the joint over to Ellie. You sigh, removing your jacket and looking around to search for another exit. “Hey, why are you so quick to leave? Live a little and come smoke this with us.” Ellie says, looking at you with her low eyes as the weed seemed to already be taking effect.

“I’m good, I don’t smoke. I didn’t smoke before either.” You roll your eyes, looking around once more, seeing that there were no other ways out. “Just come and sit down. It’s like you have a stick up your ass or somethin’.” Dina says, tilting her head to look at you. You groan, stomping over to them both and settling on the couch. “Here, I think ya need it.” Ellie giggles, egging Dina to do the same.

“I said I’m good.” Dina takes the joint, “Just one time, it won’t kill ya?” She takes a drag from the joint, blowing it into your face, causing you to retract. “Fine.” You finally give in, inhaling the smoke. You cough quickly, the biting sensation in the back of your throat lingering. “Okay what the hell?” You ask, hunching over to cough. “It’s fine, happens when it’s your first time. Try again.” Ellie helps you sit up, guiding the joint to your lips.

“When you inhale, inhale it slowly. So, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” Dina says softly, placing her hand on your thigh unconsciously. You flinch slightly, inhaling the smoke, letting it drape into your lungs slowly. Blowing the smoke into the air, you feel yourself becoming a lot more relaxed. “That was better yeah?” Ellie asks, watching you as she inhaled the joint and blows the smoke into your face.

“I guess so.” You say quietly, everyone feeling the effects of the weed. It hits you harder, your head spinning softly, your eyes getting heavier, and the stir between your legs becoming a lot more prominent. “Should we have another Dina? I’m not sure she can handle two.” Ellie says, looking at your slouched appearance.

You shake your head. “I’m good, I think.” You chuckle. Ellie nods lighting another, placing it between her thin yet plump lips. You watch her, your eyes entranced by the way her lips wrap around the joint. Dina slides her hand further up your leg, catching your attention. You turn to her, a smirk dawning her lips as she tilts her head to get a better look at you.

Ellie hands the joint over once more, this time leaning over you a bit more than usual. The feeling of her skin warming you up a lot more then you already were, her perky and uncovered breasts swaying in your face. You blush softly, your face tinted slightly. The thoughts that run through your head becoming unholy, but you blame it on the weed. Dina takes a drag, inhaling slowly. Suddenly she leans into you, your lips parting as she connects her lips to yours and exhales the smoke back into your lungs.

It was random, causing you to flinch softly. “Did ya like that? Or should I stop?” She slides her hand up your thigh further, her thumb gliding over your clothed cunt softly. Ellie watches, her eyes lingering over your figure. You look at Dina, the sinful thoughts running through your head starting to take over. “I-I don’t do this. I’ve never-“ Ellie silences you, putting the bud of the joint into the couch to let it burn out.

“We got you.”

Like usual, with Ellie and Dina you were doing something you didn’t usually do. Your legs spread open as Dina licked up the slit of your wet and dripping cunt. Ellie grips her hair, guiding her to eat you out just right. Your hands gripping the side of the couch as you whine and groan Dina’s name out into existence. Her arms wrapped around your thighs to keep your legs open as you shake, throwing your head back as she hits the spot that makes you tingle just right.

“Fuhh-ck!” Your head falls back off the couch, Dina’s fingers mingling with the hardened buds underneath your shirt. “Feel good pretty?” Ellie asks softly, looking down at you. You nod, droll pooling at your lips. Dina slides her finger into your core, your back arching into her as you fuck yourself with her fingers. “Fuc- Dina! Oh good-“ You grip the couch harder, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

She eats you like it was her last meal, her eyes never leaving yours as she penetrates you with another finger. Ellie continues to guide her, hitting all the spots inside you just right. Her hands come down to your chest, running her thumb over the nipple as if she was admiring the way they bounced as you used Dina. “Yesyes.. right there!”

You grind against her face, feeling yourself become a lot needier. The high you felt earlier could never compare to this one. Her hands spreading you open just right, your eyes shut tightly. “Look at me hun.” She says softly, diving back into you as you open your eyes to look down at her. Ellie watches in awe at the way you open up to Dina’s fingers. “Oh shi- I’m gonna cum Din-“ Ellie suddenly moves Dina’s hand away.

You catch your breath, confused as to why she was depriving you. “I wanna turn too.” Dina rolls her eyes. “You could’ve at least let her cum first. I’m sure she can handle two orgasms.” You watch as they talk about you like you're not even there. “Okay then, think you can handle two pretty?” Your eyes pan to Ellie, nodding slowly as you lean back once more. “Good girl, see I told ya.” Dina says, sliding her digits back inside of you.

She decides not to start slow this time, her fingers using you quickly. “I wanna taste you c’mon.” You feel the high you were on coming back, your hands gripping her hair softly. Your eyes don’t leave her as Ellie leans back, watching the both of you as she waits patiently for her turn with you.

“C’mon hun, wanna taste your cum.” Dina speaks sinfully, causing you to fall over the edge. “Oh- cumming! Please!” You release on her fingers, back arching over the edge of the couch. Your legs shake as you orgasm like you never have before. She sucks softly on your sensitive bud, you whine softly. “Gotta take one more for Ellie, she wants a taste too hun.” Dina slaps your cunt softly.

You nod, spreading your legs once more. The adrenaline running through your body causing you to work against how sensitive you were. “Go in then you needy fuck, go get your fill of her before she changes her mind.” Dina slaps Ellie’s arm softly, wiping her face of your essence. Ellie leans in, kissing your stomach, kissing the inside of your thigh, then kissing your fold softly. “I can’t wait anymore.”

She suddenly licks, causing you to close your legs. “Ah Ah C’mon now. You keep ‘em open f’me do the same for El.” Dina spread your legs back open, leaning against Ellie. You whine, feeling sensitive as Ellie continues with her endeavor. She spreads your folds, sliding her finger inside to replace Dina’s. The length of her finger hitting a spot inside you that Dina didn’t hit before.

“Ah, wait! You- god!” You try to close your legs once more, but Dina slaps your inner thigh, holding them open. “Hey, stop it. You said you could take it so take it like a big girl.” Dina giggles, rubbing your inner thigh softly. You chant Ellie’s name, her fingers curling slighting inside you. You grip her hair, riding her face as if she were a dildo and you were a pornstar.

Dina feels her arousal pooling in her pants, sliding her hand down into her jeans as she touches herself at the sight of you. Your bottom lip I’m between your teeth as you groan, Ellie’s hair gripped in between your fingers. She enjoys the sight of it all. Ellie kissing your stomach again as she adds another finger, speeding up just enough to make you scream. “I’m- oh shit! Ellie please…!” You hold onto her wrist to keep her from moving away, riding her fingers and clenching around them.

“Gonna cum pretty, I wanna taste you as bad. S’not fair Dina got to try it first.” You whine, unable to speak. Dina throws her head back as she feels herself about to release around her own fingers. “Gonna cum together yeah? Cum with me YN.” She says breathlessly as she rides her own fingers. Ellie snickers, “ya just couldn’t wait could ya?” Diving back down to devour the essence about to release from you.

Your head spinning softly, your back arching, you ride her fingers until suddenly. You burst, cumming and squeezing around her fingers, your head falling back and your legs shaking like never before. “E-El oh Fuck! Yesyesyes!” You spread your legs more as she licks it all up, not leaving one drop of you behind. “Taste so good pretty.” She says quietly into your cunt.

Dina cums as well, her legs shaking as she slows down, circling her bud slowly. “Oh yes..” she leans back, pulling her hand out of her jeans. “Wanna taste?” She asks, leaning forward and placing her fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck them clean. Your eyes low, the high still rippling through you.

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

I want them both so bad...

[fireside-fanfics]

Temptation, Tasted

The air outside the prison was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to your skin and settled into your bones. The Georgia summer hadn’t surrendered yet, even though fall tried its best to push through. The sun was dipping low, painting everything in amber, but it offered no relief.

Daryl slung his crossbow over his shoulder as he trudged toward the gate, sweat rolling down the back of his neck and soaking into the collar of his shirt. He was tired but not the kind of tired that came from walking miles or running from walkers. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake it off, but it clung to him like humidity—thick, invisible, and inescapable.

The world hadn’t stopped asking for pieces of him. Every supply run chipped away at his patience. Every grave they dug chipped away at his heart. Every other thought he had drifted somewhere he didn’t expect—to someone he didn’t expect. To her.

Peach was the kind of girl who still found reasons to laugh in a world full of graves. She patched wounds without flinching, fought like hell when she had to, and somehow still looked at people like they were more than just what this world had made them. She looked at him like that as if she saw past the sharp edges, the silence, the rage.

That was the part that tired him the most. Because he didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t know how to hold something soft when all he’d ever known was survival.

Daryl reached the gate, eyes scanning the tree line for danger out of habit. That’s when he spotted her. Peach was already outside the gates, crouched by the outer fence line, fixing one of the traps they’d set the day before. A bit of wire hung between her lips as she worked, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Her short, choppy hair was tied back with a ripped strip of cloth, and she had grease smudged across her cheek from whatever makeshift tool she was working with. She always looked so damn sure of herself when she was fixing something—whether it was a trap, a broken hinge, or someone else’s spirit. A small smile tugged at Daryl’s lip as he approached her, reveling in the comfort he got in her presence.

“You’re late,” she said without looking up.

“Had to round up Carl’s chickens again,” Daryl muttered as he stepped closer. “One of ‘em made it onto the damn catwalk.”

“Kid needs to invest in better fencing or worse chickens,” Peach snorted and stood, brushing her hands off on her cargo pants.

They fell into an easy rhythm, walking together along the outside perimeter. Their paths always intersected around this time, like a ritual. They scouted the edges of the prison, checked traps, exchanged stories in short bursts. Some of the group probably thought it was strategy. Rick had stopped asking questions weeks ago. Hershel just gave them the kind of knowing look that made Daryl fidget.

Funny, he thought, how it had all started. She’d been there almost from the beginning—first spotted when Rick came stumbling out of that hospital. Peach had been a blur of movement, blood-soaked and battle-tested, standing her ground on the highway with a shotgun and an expression that dared the dead to take her down. Rick had vouched for her, said she’d helped him find his family when everyone else thought he was another half-mad stranger.

Daryl was weary about her at first. She was too soft-spoken for his taste, too damn optimistic, and way too chatty when the world had clearly stopped rewarding kindness. But then she went and took out two walkers with nothing but a crowbar and a sharp-tongued insult, and he’d started paying attention.

“You ever think about the quarry?” she asked suddenly, glancing sideways at him. He nodded. “Back before the CDC, before the farm... The days at quarry seem so much simpler and quiet. Did we take it for granted?”

Daryl let out a low grunt, then after a moment, muttered, “Yeah... but sometimes I wonder if it really was, or if we just didn’t know how bad it could really get yet.”

“Maybe both.” She gave a soft, almost wistful laugh, eyes fixed ahead. “I was remembering how Shane tried to bench me on the first scavenging hunt that happened after Rick and I arrived. He said I was ‘too small to be useful.’ I was fuckin’ pissed”.

“Sounds like a recipe for disaster,” Daryl chuckled.

“I told him I’d rather be underestimated than dead. Then I knocked his ass down with my bare hands in front of T-Dog.”

“Oh, I remember that day all right,” Daryl cracked the smallest smile. “Rick just kinda looked the other way. It was the first time I had seen that fire in your eyes.”

“You didn’t say a word, I noticed that right away,” she said, tone softening. “You didn’t have to...”

“I didn’t need to, Peach. I had already seen what you could do.”

Her lips curled faintly as she spoke, “You were the first one to believe I could carry my weight.”

“Just callin’ it like I saw it,” Daryl looked away, kicked a pebble with his boot.

Finally, they reached their favorite spot in the trees: a little clearing on the edge of the prison’s woods where the air always felt still, like it was holding its breath. Peach sat down on a flat stone and passed him her canteen. He drank without hesitation because thats just how it was with them: trust, in small ways.

Then, without a word, Daryl eased down to the ground in front of her, his back brushing against her legs. Without question, Peach shifted, spreading her knees just enough to make room for him. He leaned back fully, settling between her thighs like it was second nature.

Her hands found his hair, fingers threading gently through the strands, slow and steady. Daryl hummed in satisfaction, a hazy smile covering his face. No words, no need—just comfort, quiet, and closeness in the hush of the trees.

“You know,” she said after a minute, “I used to think I was immune to such temptations.”

Leaning his head back, he blinked up at her and asked, “What kind?”

She didn’t meet his gaze right away. Just traced circles on the top of her thigh with her finger.

“Temptations like needing to be close to someone,” she finally admitted. “Craving something more than just survival. Back in the Air Force, we were trained to put that stuff away. There was no time for emotion in war zones, specially in my field. After my time as an infantryman, I worked on engines and comms. I fixed other people’s problems, usually during the heat of a battle. I never get the luxury of wanting anything soft…”

Daryl’s chest tightened. He’d heard bits of her story before—how she’d grown up with brothers, always fighting for a seat at the table, how she’d enlisted because she thought it’d teach her control. She never talked about it in full, but sometimes he caught glimpses in the way her hands shook before they steadied or how her laugh didn’t always reach her eyes.

“And then the world ended,” she continued. “I was never any good at it anyway, but thought I could fight back the emotions like I did in the Air Force ... but then there was you.”

Daryl didn’t know what to say. Words stuck like gravel in his throat. She looked down at him head toward him. They were silent for a few moments longer.

Hesitantly, Daryl broke the silence and asked softly, “Used to?”

“I said ‘used to,’” she murmured, “because I’m not immune anymore.”

He looked at her like he might break if he didn’t focus on her. Peach was all grit and sunshine, scars and smiles. A contradiction he didn’t know how to hold properly. And still, she looked at him like he was something worth holding.

“I ain’t good at this,” he admitted.

“I know.”

“I ain’t never really had somethin’ like this.”

“I know.”

He swallowed hard and whispered, “You scare the hell outta me, Peach.”

Her smile was soft now as she replied, “And you make me feel like I’m worth fightin’ for again.”

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was thick with meaning, heavy with things that didn’t need to be said. His hand found hers on the stone between them, and she laced her fingers through his without hesitation.

“I spent most of my life bein’ invisible,” he murmured so quietly the words almost lost to the rustle of the leaves. His right hand moved slowly up and down her outstretched calf, more for comfort than anything else, like he was grounding himself. “Didn’t matter if I raised hell or kept my mouth shut… I was just in the background. Nothin’ special. Not worth a second glance.”

There was a long pause, like he wasn’t sure he should keep going. Her silence was safe, warm. So he kept going.

“You ever feel like that? Like the world just walks right past you, and you ain’t even sure if you’re really there, or just takin’ up space?”

“Every day before I met y’all,” she whispered. “And some days still if my mind gets too loud, but I never feel that way when I’m with you.”

They sat like that until the sky turned violet and the cicadas hummed like static. At some point they switched spots; secretly, Daryl played with her hair

“Why didn’t you leave?” Daryl wondered aloud. “You could’ve left back then. After the quarry. After Shane. After the farm ... but you stayed.”

“I stayed in the quarry because I believed in Rick more than I had ever believed in anyone ... but mostly I stayed for you, Daryl.”

That broke something in him. Daryl felt his pulse spike in his throat. He looked away sharply, blinking rapidly, but not before she saw the flicker of something behind his eyes. A sense of fear and vulnerable she had never seen before. Daryl removed his hands from her hair. He squatted beside her, elbows resting on his knees, hands locked on his knees.

“You don’t need me, Peach,” he breathed, like the words hurt to let go.

“I never said I did,” she replied, the corners of her mouth tilting up. “I want you. That’s worse.”

He shook his head slowly. “You could have anybody in that prison. You’re smart, kind, hell—you make people feel safe. You deserve everything good that’s left in this world. You deserve someone who won’t hold you back, someone that’s not broken… someone ”

“You think I want someone else? Something more?” she asked, brows raised. “All I want is what we have, Daryl.”

Daryl didn’t know what to say to that. He’d spent most of his life hiding the soft pieces, wrapping them in barbed wire and dirt and anger. Peach had seen through it from the start; not just seen it—understood it. Like she’d been broken in a similar way but managed to hold the pieces together with a glue no one else could replicate.

He remembered the first time she’d touched him. It wasn’t in a romantic way, but it was intimate in every way that mattered. After Sophia, when he’d gotten back from that brutal search half-dead, she’d found him in his cell, bleeding and alone. Everyone else had given him space, but she hadn’t; she was drawn to him like a magnet.

Peach had sat next to him on the concrete floor, cleaned the blood from his hands, and didn’t say a word. Daryl remembered how it felt to have her fingers on his skin. The kind of warmth he didn’t think he deserved. Now, sitting beside her again, all those feelings were clawing their way back up.

“You’re dangerous,” he admitted. His voice was low, laced with something almost reverent.

“You just now figuring that out?” Peach smirked.

“No,” he said, glancing sideways. “Been tryin’ to ignore it.”

She was quiet for a beat. Then, softly, she spoke, “Maybe ... but not letting yourself want anything? That’s already losin’.”

Daryl’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t look away this time. Peach leaned forward, closing the space between them. Her voice was soft, coaxing when she continued.

“You can be scared, Dixon,” she said gently. Her tone held no judgment—only warmth. “Just don’t run.”

They were so close he could feel her breath against his cheek. He should’ve pulled away, but this time, he didn’t.

“I ain’t runnin’,” he muttered gruffly. The rasp in his voice carried something raw. “I’m right here, Peach.”

With a wide grin, Peach nodded once and said, “Then maybe you’re not as immune as you thought.”

Her eyes studied his face intently, and Daryl melted at the complete admiration shining in her gaze. Slowly, he reached out and placed a large, rough hand on her cheek, his fingers curling gently behind her ear. She leaned into his palm, closing her eyes and smiling softly, savoring the quiet connection.

After a moment, Daryl stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it without hesitation, and he helped her to her feet with a steady strength that made her feel safe. They lingered there a heartbeat longer, so close their noses nearly brushed, but they didn’t kiss—not yet. Still, something between them shifted, something deep and settling.

Side by side, they began the walk back to the prison, the woods around them quiet except for their footsteps. For a brief, tender moment, her pinky hooked around his as they walked toward the gate, the touch light but full of promise. Whatever it was between them, it was real—and for now, that was enough.

[secundati]

LADS x Zombie Apocalypse

Amalgamation of zombie apocalypse tropes, archetypes, and cliches off the top of my head that I feel would suit the LIs bc I’m bored:

Trusted Settlement founder and leader: Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

Character who knew the collapse of civilization was imminent and had a bug-out bag packed from the start (yall thought they were NUTS well, look at them NOW!) : Caleb

Character that took advantage of the chaos at the start of the apocalypse for their own benefit: Sylus

Character that does fine on their own, probably has a pet dog or cat (or crow, or fish, or squirrel) to keep them company. Creature may or may not be their biggest motivation for breathing. Would most likely crash-out if it died: ALL

Character who’s immune to the virus and won’t ever turn. Keeps forgetting this doesn’t exactly mean they’re invincible: Caleb

Character that absolutely is not immune to the virus but the way they leap into danger makes one think THEY believe they are: Xavier, Sylus

Character trying to create or look for a vaccine for the virus: Zayne, Xavier

Character that realizes ‘Humans are the real monsters’ only after beating a man to death to protect themself or you. WILL have some level of PTSD: Zayne

Character that had already been familiar with the cruelty of man and WILL sleep like a baby after bludgeoning a man to death if it was deserved: Sylus, Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel

The Resourceful Scavenger: Rafayel (would make insanely creative booby traps out of anything. For Zombies. And for People.), Caleb (probably would be really good at finding and stripping parts off of cars, helicopters, etc and using them to reinforce his stronghold)

“Holy shit, these people are cannibals?! I need to get the HELL out of here!”: Xavier, Zayne, Caleb

Character that seemed infallible and invincible dies not by a vicious zombie hoard or savage bandits, but by a high fever from an infected wound, or like, hypothermia: Caleb, Sylus, Xavier

Where I think their strongholds would be:

Sylus: Abandoned prison. All the surviving prisoners that didn’t have the good sense to leave are now his underlinings. They would kill and die for him now though. Runs the place like the goddamned marines. Does calculated raids on other settlements just to pressure them into giving monthly offerings of resources in exchange for his protection.

Zayne: Abandoned hospital. Back when it was still active, he stayed behind with a group of doctors and nurses to take care of those who couldn’t evacuate. He has witnessed more people succumbing to their own illnesses and injuries due to lack of proper medical care than actual zombie bites. Definitely had to bury or cremate his colleagues. Now spends most of his time in a lab scouring over documents, studies, and notes trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

Caleb: Abandoned military base. It’s already quite fortified, and the access to weapons, ammunition, gear, rations, etc makes survival way easier. It took FOREVER to clear the zombies out but it was worth it in the end. Survivors that stumble upon his stronghold usually end up settling down because of how well put together his stronghold is. He definitely had the ‘leader’ role thrusted upon him. People seem naturally inclined to trust him and follow his lead. He tried to deny it at first, but eventually accepted since the position makes it easier to protect a certain someone.

Xavier: Abandoned farm. It was INCREDIBLY difficult to fortify a large plot of open land, but he pulled it off. With animals seemingly having a natural affinity towards him, and his green thumb, rebuilding was smoother than one would think. The people in his settlement are quite peaceful, spending their days tending to the land and livestock, some often forget there are monsters beyond the walls that protect them.

Rafayel: He would fortify a storefront of abandoned mall. It would still be riddled with zombies, but he’s learned to adapt to their movements and can avoid them for the most part. When he’s bored, he acts like they’re his neighbors with names and everything. He morbidly enjoys watching other scavengers accidentally attract the attention of a zombie hoard from raiding one of his many resource stashes. Serves them right!

If Bitten (No immunity)

Would ask you to mercy kill them before they turn: Rafayel, Sylus

Would keep quiet about the bite so he can ‘handle it’ on his own. You WILL find out anyway, and will refuse to leave him alone in his final moments: Zayne, Caleb, Xavier

Honestly this part is debatable because I can imagine all of them doing either of these.

But yea that’s all i got