#we trusted you to care for them and you're threatening us for something YOU DID???

[treesbian]

hey general public. if someone is fostering your cats for you while you're between homes + you were unexpectedly homeless for like 3 weeks + you haven't been able to get to housing that will allow your pets to come with you yet, and you're in regular contact with that someone discussing those cats and paying for their care needs, and then that someone messages you saying they decided they're just going to keep your pets because they decided that's what's best for them, that's stealing, right? that's stealing? the general public of reasonable people in the world agree that that is theft? yes?

that's what these bitches did to my godsister fuck them!!! but they got threatened with criminal theft charges and handed them over ^_^ and my aunt already pressed trespassing charges on them lol. but when I texted them to yell at them about it they lied saying they never stole any cats but like. what they did was stealing. my mom had to take it all the way up to the police but I kind of don't feel bad because it was their own damn fault. I hope their lives aren't ruined forever but I do hope they learn what a consequence is

[curlyboys]

"H-hey, Sal." The fire is out. The scene is being cleared and they're packing up to head back to the station. It's the first time in hours Buck's had a chance to talk to him. Of everyone, he knows Sal will give him the truth straight.

"Buckley. You look like shit."

Buck chokes on a laugh. He knows Sal isn't just talking about his shift exhaustion and grimey turnouts. "Yeah." He almost thinks he doesn't have a right to ask, but he's desperate to know. And Tommy's been bubbling him which means he's been thinking about Buck, and with the way things ended it's up to Tommy to reach out first, right? "H-how is he?"

Buck resists the urge to squirm as Sal sizes him up. "I've known Tommy a long time. I know when he's doin' good and I know when he's not doin' so good - when he says he's fine, and he's anything but."

Buck swallows. He wonders how many times in the six months they were together he didn't notice Tommy lying about how he was feeling, or that he wanted Buck to ask how he was feeling - or really feeling - but Buck didn't because he didn't realise Tommy wasn't showing him everything, that he needed more coaxing. Because Buck didn't know him as well as he thought he did. As well as he wanted to. Still wants to.

After a loaded beat, Sal says: "He's been busy with work, and doin' more renovations to his place. And my minivan runs smoother than it did the day we drove it off the lot." Sal steps close to land a gloved hand on Buck's shoulder. "He says he's fine."

With a pat, Sal moves past him leaving Buck reeling and sucking in a harsh breath. Tommy's not fine. Buck hates that he's struggling but selfishly revels in the confirmation that he didn't just move on, that their relationship really did mean something to him and he's having a hard time with the breakup even if he was the one who ended things.

Buck still doesn't know if he should reach out first, but at least now the heartbreak doesn't feel so onesided. Tommy cared about him, he knows that - wouldn't have dated Buck for six whole months if he didn't. But it sounds like he still cares and he's doing everything he can to distract himself from it so he doesn't do something stupid like pick up his phone—

Buck reaches into his turnouts, uses his teeth to tear off his glove, and calls Tommy. It rings through to voicemail and the sound of even his pre-recorded voice is enough to set Buck's heart fluttering. When the tone signals it's his turn to speak, he starts with, "Hey, Tommy," and then stalls out. He hastily tacks on, "It's uh. It's Evan. Buck," he adds with a sneer. "Look. I'm not okay with the way things ended, and I was hoping we could talk? I-I just.." I miss you is on the tip of his tongue; he bites it down. "I didn't say everything I should've that night, and I think it would help to say it. I think you deserve to hear it." Maybe it's like threatening to pour salt in the wound. Maybe it'll be a balm to help them both heal. Maybe it'll help mend things between them. "I'm not okay, Tommy. I want you to know that you're not some passing thing. You mean a lot to me, and I—" he shouldn't be spilling his guts on a voicemail. "Please, can we talk?"

He hangs up before he can say anything else, not trusting himself to keep it all inside before he gets the chance to tell Tommy face to face.

Rejoining the packing up, he spies Sal across the way. He wouldn't have said anything if he didn't think Tommy wanted Buck to reach out.

"Buck, you good?" Chim asks, paused on the steps of their engine.

"Yeah. I'm good." He really is. He will be. Can be. Maybe he and Tommy both will be. Together.

[chaotic-scraps]

The villain sprawled languid, more somber than usual, on the rooftop of a towering business building. Their head rested on the wall leading to the stairwell, legs dangling precariously over the edge. Staring down at the street with an intent that made hero's blood run cold.

"V-villain," Hero murmured with some measure of trepidation.

Villain leaned back, gazed at the hero from upside down, and smiled slow.

"Hero! How on earth did you find me?"

"I'll tell you i-if you come down," Hero said with a note of urgency.

"And why would I do that? I can hear you perfectly fine up here!"

"P-please come down."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worried about me," the villain said, tapping them teasingly. "Scared of heights? Or think I have something up my sleeve?"

"I know you saw what the mayor said," Hero said. "I... I don't even know where to begin."

"So don't," Villain said. "After all, you agree with him, don't you? You just stood there and let him say everything. Of course you'll deny it and feign being neutral--"

"No, that's not--"

"Because that's so much less messy, isn't it?"

"I--"

"Listen, sit back, grab some popcorn, and I'll make a show of it just for you." They stood, one foot on the edge, one arm holding a pole as they dangled over the rooftop edge. "Your life will be sooo much better if I just--"

"VILLAIN!" Hero yelled. They climbed up and grabbed for their collar, but Villain dodged, spinning gracefully to the other side of the pole. Hero lost their balance, and Villain grabbed at their collar to steady them. "Careful, darling, we're high, high up. You don't want an accident, do you?"

"V-villain, please--"

"Aren't you afraid I'll push you?" Villain said. "Poor, sweet, trusting thing."

Hero sucked in a breath. Looked down below. That was a mistake.

"Villain, please, get down from here," they pleaded. "Please, I need you, please--"

Villain sneered. "You need me? What sentimental hogwash are you spewing now? You've never needed someone like me. Besides, you should worry more about yourself." Villain gripped their collar tightly, eyes wide with a hungry sort of malice. "Aren't you letting your guard down too much?"

With a yank, they swung Hero over the edge, toes barely holding the rooftop's edge.

Hero SCREAMED, panted, scrambling for as much purchase as possible.

"You're pathetic," Villain said. "Weak and trusting and SO easy to manipulate. A good little puppet for the mayor up until now."

"VILLAIN--" Hero screeched, voice cracking.

"But now I hold the strings," Villain said. "And it's time to make you dance."

They shoved Hero's feet off the edge. Kicking air. Crying. "Please please PLEASE--"

"Say it. Say I'm a monster, you COWARD. A filthy creature that needs to be eradicated--"

"V-villain--"

"An infestation on an otherwise fine society--"

"VILLAIN, NO--"

"You coward," Villain spat. "Say it to my face."

"Y-you're not."

"Liar. I'm a monster. Say it."

Tears fell from Hero's face.

"N-no. You're right. I'm a coward."

Silence.

Villain drew them back to the ledge.

"The m-mayor... Is the monster. I s-shouldn't have let it get this bad. We can't let him keep on like this."

There was that same somber look on the villain's face.

"I-I should have stood up to him," Hero sobbed. "I-if you... J-jump... It would end me." They hiccuped and buried their face in their hands. "I... I c-can't... I..."

"Hey, uh..." Villain gripped their shoulders. "Let's get down... Okay?"

"I'm a coward," Hero sobbed. "All this time... I just kept quiet... And for what? I almost lost you."

Villain patted their shoulder gently.

Hero looked up at them with watery eyes.

"I... I care about you. You're so used to being the villain you can't picture anything else."

"Heh." Villain shook their head. Put some distance between them, back turned. "You martyr. I just threatened your life."

"They're calling for your blood and disrespecting your life's work, and I stood by and let them. I betrayed you."

"It... Hurt," Villain said, hugging themselves. Head hung. "More than I care to admit."

"I'll make it right," Hero said. "Most don't see it, but your motives are good. I'll make them see it."

"I'm a villain, darling," Villain said with a sad smile. "My motives hardly matter."

Hero closed the distance and laid a gentle hand on their arm.

"They matter to me."

[tinylilacbun]

I feel like it would be so funny qhen the pogues find out jj already got a new job, and then find out is a job babysitting for kooks. I feel like everyone in the room would be speechless at first and pope would be like "babysit to what, a dog?" "no?? she's three. very cute by the way-and wait, is that even a thing?" "oh, poor kid🤦🏿‍♂️" and altought they all suport each other, they're all kiiind of insecure reguarding jj's new "awesome" plan, because, well, they don't think jj is actually the most patient and responsible to be around kids. I mean, how did he even got this job? How could someone look at jj and think "wow, he's so good with babies"

but then they would all change their minds on the first time jj brings reader to hang out with them, and they witness JJ turn into a role different version of himself - helping reader do basic things like braiding her hair or eat her veggies, and even nap with her laying on his chest in the couch while the pogues are all staring in... awe and confusion? lmao I would be too

Wait, can I request something with this concept?

I can so imagine them being like "Nah, you gotta be joking." And then JJ pulls out his phone showing all the silly photos he has of you both together, being all smug about it too and the pogues are completely baffled looking at him like: 😦

They're asking him various questions, like how's the pay? How the hell he managed to get a babysitter job, knowing this boy can't even take care of himself for all we know. How kooks trust JJ freaking maybank with their kid??

The pogues are concerned that their friend is being threatened to say that your parents are actually really nice and pay him well, so well that he doesn't want to bring it up.

Obviously they want proof of that and see it for themselves, so JJ asks your parents if he could take his friends with him next time he babysits before anything else and of course your parents said yes, why wouldn't they? They trust him.

And so the pogues finally meet the reason JJ has been rather busy lately as you come running from your room the second you hear his voice, crashing into his awaiting arms.

"Jayj! Missed you so much." You giggle as JJ stands up with you clinging to him, your legs dangling in the air.

"I was here two days ago." He reminds you with a chuckle and you pout.

"Still missed you!"

Then you notice his friends standing behind him, a smile growing on each of their faces. JJ sets you back down and you go to hide behind his legs, suddenly shy from all the new people as you whisper out a small 'hi'.

Kie and Sarah coo at how adorable you are, just wanting to pinch your cheeks. John B, Pope, and Cleo just give you a small wave, which you of course return.

"You gotta give her some time to warm up, and don't touch her until she says it's okay." JJ warns them, his hand ruffling your hair.

Some time later the others are actually impressed by how attentive JJ is with you, always answering when you ask something no matter how silly it is, playing with you what you want, even getting you to eat the nasty veggies.

Now you all are sprawled on the big sofa in the living room, your favorite movie playing on the tv but you're already napping on JJ's chest as he draws shapes on your back.

"I have to be honest, I really thought you were kidding us with this whole thing but damn JJ you really know what you're doing." John says, watching how gentle the blonde is with you, he's never seen his best friend being this soft with anyone, much less a kook.

JJ shushes him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Princess is getting her beauty sleep, don't you dare disrupt that, bro."

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[boogersparkles]

THE WAY TO A PERSON'S HEART IS THROUGH THEIR STOMACH!

Yuuta mito x gn!reader

Genre: crack, romantic, mutual pining

Summery: Yuuta wants to confess his feeling to [Name] and the Octo trio try to help (spoiler : it doesn't end too well)

Warning: might have ooc-ed the octos (idk if this is considered a warning but i use [Name] instead of Y/N cuz it reminds me too much of those AoT insta reels💀)

Words: 2.840~

Notes: Yuuta fic drop!! This came out wayyy longer than I anticipated also kinda changed the writting style cuz the colours aren't enough for everybody. Constructive criticism is welcomed! (Next fic will probably be with Yuuna or Yuuken cuz they need love too)

Yuuta really likes you. In fact, he could say that he adores you.

He believes that you two are closer with eachother than his other friends here in Twisted Wonderland. That you can relate to him on a different level than anyone else, that your care and trust in him shows just how unseparable you two are. He could even say that you were more comfortable than just average friends, so why...

Why is he struggling so much with how to confess to you?!

He feels completely helpless when it comes to romance. He can't even ask anyone for help since Ace's relationship went horrible, Deuce doesn't know how to talk to girls besides his mom and the only thing that Grim knows how to romance is tuna.

He had also brainstormed ideas, like making handcrafts or baking, but he was an amature when it came to art and you pretty much live under the same shaby roof that threatens to fall on you 24/7 so he won't be able to be secretive.

He was sitting on a bench, resting his head in hands, contemplating and overthinking his choises. Unbeknownst to him, a specific group of mermen were walking towards his direction.

"My, my, looks like Yuuta has found himself in a predicament"

Startled by the sound of Azul's voice, Yuuta sees the well known Octo trio standing right in front of him, smilling while casting an ominous shadow, making them look more intimidating than friendly. Not giving him a chance to say anything, Jades chimes in.

"What seems to be the problem, dearest Yuuta? Your face was deeply distorted with frustration"

"Your face looked a lot like Red Squid's (Trein) with all those wrinkles on your forhead, Shrimpy!"

"Can we stop talking about my face, please?"

Yuuta's cheeks bloomed red with embarassment, being caught in his little overthinking loophole wasn't something that he wanted, much less by the people who yearn for blackmail material secrets.

"Right.. Well then, what is it?"

Azul drops the teasing and asks genuinely. Crossing his arms and cocking his head questiongly. Yuuta hesitates for a bit but reluctanly answers.

"I wanted to confess my feeling to [Name] and I wanted to do something special for them. But i don't know exactly what to do"

"I thought Shrimpy had a specialty for cooking. Can't you just bake up some cookies or something?"

"I did think about doing that, but there's no way I could secretly make something quick enough for them to not notice me. Besides, most of the cooking appliances are either broken or impossible to clean"

None of them say anything for a while, they look between eachother, as if to telepathicaly converse in some groupchat. Then Azul speaks up.

"I have a proposal"

"I'm not signing any contract"

"Wha- You didn't even let me finish!"

Yuuta wasn't too sure if he fully believed him, but he still lets him continue.

"I'll allow yoy to use the Mostro Lounge's kitchen for as long as you need, only if you work for us"

"...Really?"

"Come on Yuuta, have some faith in me. I can be harsh at times but I'm no monster. If payment is what you're worried about, I'll have that set up for you"

"I wasn't worried about that. I'm just.. surprised"

He accepts the offer and smiles brightly, the others seem to be pleased as well. Starting tomorrow, Yuuta will work at the Mostro Lounge and will try to confess to you.

Keyword: try

Attempt 1#: Cookie trouble

Yuuta was baking at the Lounge's kitchen, where Azul had given him a recipe for some Valentine's day cookies. Even though it was way too early for Valentine's day, the gift held the same sentiment, so the date didn't make a difference. He left some extras in a jar for the guys as a thank-you present for lending him the kitchen.

Making his way out, Yuuta waves goodbye to his fellow coworkers and leaves with the cookies in a paperbag. He was proud with how they came out, having Floyd as a taste tester because he wanted to skip work, which didn't end too well for him but he couldn't care less.

Some of his fellow cooks were also impressed with his skills, since it was his first time making that specific recipe.

"Woah, these are delicious Yuuta! Good job!"

"Exquisite, the flavor of the chocolate is just the right balance of sweetness. Splendid work, Yuuta"

"Hey Yuuta..? Can.. you teach me how to get good at baking some time?"

He originaly was worried that you wouldn't have liked them, but the compliments really gave him a confidence boost. Getting excited, he thought about how he should approach you. Should he say something short and sweet? Or should he say something more deep with affection. Guess he'll figure that out when the time comes.

As he was walking past the statues of the Seven, he accidentaly bumps into somebody.

"Oof- sorry about that!"

"Watch where you're going punk!"

Great, he just HAD to bump into a raging deliquent.

"I apologize! I wasn't looking where I was going"

The hooligan slowly started to tower over him. Yuuta sweared that if they were in some cartoon, he would be able to see smoke come out of his nose and ears.

"Listen here punk. I've had the worst day a man can possibly have, so if you don't get your face out of MY face, I swear to the Seven I'm gonna-!"

He abruptly stops his rant and... Starts to sniff the air?

Yuuta just stood there, terrified and confused. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Should he like.. Walk away and act like this never happened?

He tries to sneak away but freezes in his place when the man's bulging eyes land on him.

"You...."

"Me..???"

"You... HAVE THE MOSTRO LOUNGE'S SPECIAL VALENTINE'S DAY COOKIES WITH THE WHITE CHOCOLATE AND STRABERRIES?! IT'S LIKE THREE MONTHS UNTIL VALENTINE'S DAY HOW DID YOU GET THOSE?!?!"

"I.. uh... what?"

Yuuta struggled to understand a single word that came out of his mouth, since he sounded like some crow chihuahua hybrid. Could he even describe that sound? Honestly he had no clue.

Before that psycho can do anything, like an angel sent from the heavens (or from the bottom of the ocean) Floyd comes to the rescue! Or... more like to publicly execute the guy.

"Who do you think you are bothering little Shrimpy like that..?"

Now Floyd was the one towering over the deliquint. Yuuta can just imagine how comical they looked from a third person point of view. The situation just gets more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"Eek! It's Floyd!"

Not looking in front of him, the cowardly hooligan crashes into Yuuta, making him drop the cookies.

"Little fishy got away. Now I really want to squize him.."

"Let it go Floyd, it won't accomplish anything, but thanks for standing up for me"

Glancing behind Floyd, he sees Azul and Jade walking up to them.

"We reported to a teacher about everything. Are you okay, Yuuta?"

"I'm fine... But the cookies aren't, what a waste.."

"Truly a shame. And you worked so hard to make those"

Jade gave him a sympathetic look and a pityful one at the cookies. What to do with them now? I mean, you can't feed them to any animals because of the sugar so..

*Crunch* *Munch* * Munch*

"Floyd! Don't eat them off of the ground!"

Attempt 2# : Wrong breakfast delivery

Yuuta was still a little bumbed out about the incident from 3 days ago, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. His spirit still stays strong! For now...

Finding himself in the kitchen again, he cooks up some pancakes and shapes fruits into hearts. Putting them in a divided lunchbox, he also places a small jar with your favorite spreading along with a little spoon and a little note that said "Would you like to go out some day? Just the two of us ♡" right on top of the jar, making sure everything looked neat. After closing the lid, he quickly leaves through the Octavenelle's mirror.

He finds you sitting at one of the cafetiria's tables with Ace, Deuce and Grim. As Yuuta sits across from you, he pushes the lunchbox your way, focusing on you because the others were too busy arguing about something stupid again.

"Good morning [Name]! I made you breakfast"

"Aww, thanks Yuuta. But I already ate"

"If you're not gonna eat it, I will!"

Before Yuuta could stop Grim, he had already opened the lid and started scarfing down everything like some beast that hasn't eaten in centries. Crumbs and juices were flying everywhere like bullets along with the now forgotten note that pretty much vanished into thin air. Everyone was taking cover to not get dirty, except Yuuta who was wallowing in his despair, not even reacting when some juices splatter on his cheek.

"Grim, slow down! You're gonna choke!"

"I can't help it, Yuuta's cooking is the best!"

"Thanks... Grim..."

From the corner of his eye, Yuuta could see the Octo trio cringing with second hand emberassment, which he couldn't blame them for. He's been in two seperate situations where he had his plan disintegrated right in front of him by some stupid factor.

When the warzone had calmed down, he feels a hand on his shoulder

"Yuuta, when you're available, please come to my office"

~After school hours had ended~

A couple of hours later, Yuuta found himself in Azul's office. He never even noticed how fast time passed, but he needed to listen to what Azul wanted to say.

"Well.. How do i put this gently-"

"Shrimpy, you're killing us here man"

"Huh?"

Yuuta was slightly surprised by Floyd's words, but it wasn't fully unexpected.

"Alright, listen. You've helped us with busines, surprisingly by a lot for such a short amount of time. Therefore, we will set up a date for you two"

Okay now THAT was fully unexpected.

"You would.. really do that?"

"We wouldn't be offering if you didn't raise sells nearly by 9% within a week"

After that, who was Yuuta to reject that offer? Lady luck was with him at the wrong times, but third time is the charm!

Right?

Attempt 3# : Dinner date

Yuuta had invited you to eat out for dinner, just the two of you. He also told you not to tell anyone because he was able to win a VIP spot for two people at the Mostro Lounge and he didn't want the others to get jealous. So you kept your mouth sealed, excited for your little dinner date.

Actualy, you didn't know if this was a date or not, but the thought of you and your crush sharing a romantic dinner together made you blush, just a little. At the moment, you were waitting for Yuuta at the school's well to pick you up. He said that he needed do something for work and that he'll try to finish it as fast as possible.

As you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you hear footsteps getting louder and louder. Turning to your left, you see Yuuta dressed in a white button-down shirt and a fancy pair of navy blue pants.

"Hi! Sorry that I'm late, got caught up with work"

"Oh, it's okay. At least you took the time to dress nicely. I'm starting to feel underdressed"

"Why would you think that? You look great! Besides, we're not really financhially stable"

"Guess you have a point. Anyway shall we get going?"

"Yes, of course"

You started to walk towards the Octavenelle dorm, chit chatting along the way with how your day went, up coming exams and Yuuta's work. Speaking of which, you haven't seen him much because of it. You were happy for him that he found a job that suited him, but you started to miss him.

Finally arriving at the resturant, you go to the reception to find your designated table. But when you were about to speak, the receptionist perks up when he sees Yuuta and personaly escorts you to the VIP rooms

"This is your room. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave"

He leaves you and Yuuta in front of the door with the number 2 on it. Number 1 probably being Azul's office, but number 2 is still pretty high in the ranks AND money, right?

"Yuuta. Just what exactly did you do to win this?"

Yuuta simply laughs at your baffeled expression and opens the door, gesturing you to enter.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy our dinner"

Stepping into the room, you see a single table with two chairs, underneath a beautiful chandelier adorned with seashells and pearls. As if that wasn't romantic enough, the room was dimly lit and one of the walls was an aquerium of multicoloured fishes with sparkling scales.

While you were still admiring the room, Yuuta had gently held your hand, leading you to your chair, only after pulling out for you. When you sat across from eachother, a waiter came in to give you both menu catalogues and a little device for whenever you needed service.

The waiter exits shortly after writting down your order, leaving you and Yuuta all alone. You two sit for a bit, not sure with what to talk about, since you had previously said everything on your way here. So, to not stay in complete silence, you decided to play a game of "I spot" with the fishes in the aquerium.

But it's been over 45 minutes now and dinner still hasn't been served. Yuuta had secretly sent Azul a mesage about the delay, but he simply replied that there were some technical difficulties in the kitchen.

~Meanwhile in the kitchen~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THE STOVE IS FLYING?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! THAT SAME PSYCHO WHO WAS SCREAMING ABOUT COOKIES FROM DAYS AGO CAME IN AGAIN AND STARTED THROUGHING RANDOM SPELLS ALL OVER THE PLACE"

Azul's phone was shaking in his hands as he listened to one of his employees explain the situation. Peeking in the kitchen, he sees the mentioned stove flying in circles, as the food danced wildly on the plates. Taking a deep breath, he turns back to his employee.

"Did anyone get hurt?"

"Uhhh... Jade is currently stuck to the ceiling while Floyd is fist fighting with the cookie man"

"SEVENS DAMN IT-"

~Back at the VIP rooms~

Yuuta audibly sighs, he hoped that you didn't hear him, but you had noticed how tense he was ever since you sat down.

"Hey Yuuta, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a little stressed from work"

"Are you sure that's the only thing bothering you?"

You just have to notice every tiny detail about him, don't you? Yuuta straightens his back, putting his clamy hands together, he finally spits out what he has been hiding.

"I... wanted to confess to you and I wanted to do something special... But anything I had planned never worked out"

He really struggled to say those words, nerves shaking when his voice cracked.

"I've liked you for a while now and I wanted to make this a memrable experience, but I just got a text from Azul that they're having difficulties in the kitchen.."

"Yuuta.. I like you too, but you didn't have to go out of your way to set this whole thing up"

Yuuta just looks at you, calmer from before. A small blush creeping onto his cheeks, listening intently to your words.

"Besides, those dumplings of yours always have me head over heels for you"

"Then, I guess that I'll have to keep making them, haha"

He finally relaxes, cracking a smile while resting his chin in his palm. You couldn't help but do the same, straight up looking like you came from a cheesy romance movie.

The moment was cute while it lasted. Then suddenly, Yuuta gets hit with some mysterious flying sauce that came from the kitchen square in the face.

But he didn't mind it too much, he was too busy paying attention to your laugh.

[cafeoa]

the final state — not an enemy and not a friend

It's not a possible future because it's already happened and yet hasn't — the two coexist in tandem. Tim Drake cannot escape the mantle; you do not deny your own. In that one future where Tim becomes Batman.

Amanda Waller keeps you alive because she is cruel.

She picks you off the rubbled catastrophe of cinders and heat not because you are a child hunched over in vengeful rage — no, anger has always been a game of Russian roulette where the gun jams and explodes in your hand.

She picks you because she sees you pry your father's sneakers from his cooling corpse to exchange them for a picture book. Because she sees you place it in your little brother's lap and lean against the crumbled brick wall, watching him try to sound out the words. The bodies of your parents lie beside you. And your hands are cracked and coated in white dust from the shattered sheetrock you dug them out of.

So you're thirteen when Amanda Waller steals you from what was once your city, now a no-mans zone on any updated map. You wouldn't call her a parent. She does not know nurture. Instead, she orders and she tests. If you do not learn, you are useless. Because Amanda Waller can threaten gods and men barely human, but Amanda Waller cannot outmaneuver time. Yet she has you, and through you, through every idea and mannerism she ingrains, there she will continue on to live — her work unfished and waiting.

Because the nation will always want the boy scout with an 'S' and a cape, who's as tender as the sun that keeps him strong, but the world will always need an Amanda Waller who plays the scales and makes the call no matter who's blood it is. As long as she wins. As long as it keeps the world turning.

You're not Waller, but sometimes you think you're worse. You've lived through doomsday once, you don't care if you live through another; but your brother's just starting college. He's got a girl he's seeing. Might marry her one day, have kids, sit outside with them all in the yard with a white-picket fence. Maybe he'll call you for Christmas.

So you make the hard calls. Keep the world turning.

Even when the nation fractures into east and west and legacies pass down or die, you keep one foot in front of the other. Waller retires and you think something in her has gone soft. Maybe she sees the new heroes of tomorrow and thinks of the ones dead and buried. It shouldn't matter because they failed either way. Whatever sacrifice they made already forgotten.

You draw up the plans, set the game board, give the world what it needs to keep on holding to that rope and not let go no matter how rotten it gets.

Waller finds out about your meetings with the new Batman and it's all there in her tone. You've learned how to read it.

"I used to wonder what the world would be like if we were left without heroes," she says.

You glance her way — when was her voice so small ? — turn back to the mission footage. "I don't need them to be heroes. Just need them to do their job." Because Bruce Wayne dedicated his life and soul to Gotham and all he did was leave it worse off than he found it. You don't need another Bruce Wayne because Bruce Wayne failed. It's good that the mantle found its way into Tim Drake's hands. Even if it consumes him, even if it kills him.

You're closer to the Titans of Tomorrow than you'd like to be. But it's necessary. Where Waller often started things off forceful and demanding, you're friendly and complacent — deceptively so. It doesn't gain you their trust but it gives you their respect. Lex Luthor is trickier, but you have mutual goals. That makes him predictable.

When Tim Drake starts fraying at the edges, his mind too scattered, his sensibilities caving, you wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. You stitch him back together because his work's not finished yet.

And Tim let's you.

Even if he knows why, he holds on to it. Because the world's gone cold and all the warmth is in the wrong places.

"Everything's a cycle," you tell him, late at night through the speaker. You never say where you are but you'd bet he knows. It's why he calls in as you man taskforce X off the border of Tibet. Your finger hovers over the red button on the desk, watching the live camera feed flicker in grayscale as operatives argue.

Static hums between you. The line crackles as he exhales. "Patterns, not cycles."

"Or like a staircase."

"Descending or ascending?" he asks.

You hum. "Descending. You?"

"I'd like to think ascending."

"Well, you're the genius."

He groans. "So they say." It could pass off as amusement, if both of you pretend the exhaustion isn't veiled there.

You press on. "Either way, you've got your dips and peaks. I'd say, right now, we're living through the dip. Not the end times, but they're not pretty. We're not living in the same world as our predecessors, so we can't go about things the same way. No matter what they call it, we're living in wartime so we gotta act like soldiers. But there's going to be a peak again. A time when maybe the ideal world you're thinking of might happen. Another Bruce. Another Clark. Another Diana. Maybe better."

A pause. Just enough to let the words stir.

"It's drawing nearer," you say, eyes fixated on the screen. Operatives are aiming at one another. "But I'm not going to wait for another Crisis to reset the board. It's in our hands."

You wait for a minute. You imagine Tim in the cave or in the tower, his blue eyes behind that cowl that reminds him so much of Bruce when he stares into the mirror and it's like a betrayal because he's nothing of what Bruce stood for. The yellow symbol on his chest has been corrupted in his hands.

In the end, Tim doesn't say anything, just a quiet inhale through the comm, just enough to be picked up. So, you press the red button.

And something pops.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Quick ask from the bug brained anon

My dear Sharkie, I hope you are doing well. And I hope you're taking care of yourself nicely.

The bugs are speaking scenarios to me, and wish to relay one specific scenario to you.

Think about if HP didn't just capture the attention of our main love interests, but also a few demons on their own.

Like if HP went on a solo mission once, and they had to take care of a demon that on first appearance, looks intimidating and scary. But as it turns out it is extremely scared of humans themselves and just want to live out in a cave near a village peacefully. Because they still enjoy whatever funky garbage humans throw out.

So HP instead of killing the demon, earns it's trust instead, explaining and helping the demon understand humanity. And eventually, this leads to HP introducing and helping the people of the village understand that the demon (Let's call him Jeffrey bc let's be honest, a harmless demon like that would like to adopt a human name) is harmless.

Jeffrey even made a pact to only eat animal meat to show how dedicated he is to show he's peaceful. And all the while starts feeling fuzzy whenever they're around HP.

Anyways, after the job is a success, and HP can leave, Jeffrey declares to himself to visit HP every once in a while when he has free time.

And a few months later, Jeffrey does visit, huge bouquet of HP's favorite flowers, and a box of chocolates in arms. Opening the door confidently with a "Hello lover!", grinning happily with a little bowtie around his neck to show he was being serious.

And everyone, including HP is confused on who he's talking about and why the hell he's even here before Jeffrey walks right to Honeypie, being mindful not to tip or trip on anything, before handing HP the gifts and smiling brightly at them. Tail swishing like a dog.

And everybody else's soul had just left their body because "what do you mean lover???? When did you get a lover?? Why didn't we know?? How long has this been going on???" <— probably everyone's reaction.

And HP is just left trying to explain to 4 kicked puppies in the body of grown adults (Dante, Lady, Trish, Vergil) and two confused kids (Nero and Nico) that this isn't their lover, but a demon they integrated into humanity.

This might be very sloppy, and not as good as the other bugs. But this was a quick one I wanted to get out of my head before I forgot about it. My apologies for using your blog as my archive of stupid thoughts but I just adore HP.

Lowkey I don't want to be Honeypie, I WANT Honeypie. I'll fistfight all the other love interests if I have to.

Bug brain anon out, see you next time dear!

Ngl this is an average side mission that just happens to HP lolololol. Like Honeypie will just be out buying groceries to make sure Dante gets something other than pizza and sundaes to keep him going and somehow get roped into some insane side plot. It’s allot like the yakuza games, you have the main serious storyline then the wacky woohoo side stories lol.

But yeah honestly I think Honeypie has definitely gotten some romantic attention from some demons before. In hell to survive you need to be strong, and having a strong mate at your side definitely helps up the survival rate. Most demons look down on humans for being weaker than them but HP can handle themself pretty well against demons which makes them kinda respected by those that encounter them. This sometimes grows into admiration because this creature of a weaker species somehow held up against a horde of demons and proved themself to be a good fighter which make demon brain go brrrr. Theres also the added security of them still being a human ultimately, so they don’t threaten positions of power or the hierarchy of hell.

But anyways back to your ask, I can totally see Jeffery as an average Honeypie subplot lol. Like they accidentally meet Jeffery by stumbling off the beaten path and ending up at his cave and decided to help him out. Maybe the town they were at talked about some shadowy entity in the woods and Hp decided to Willy nilly investigate because “sounds like a demon, I can handle it”. Considering Bradley in the not love episode of the dmc anime 2007 I think it’s safe to say that friendly demons are uncommon but not exactly rare. So the minute HP sees this demon and his human trash collection just vibing their immediately on the case with attempting to help the poor dude out.

I think Jeffery would definitely have pushback at first by the town but ultimately some life or death situation happens in which he proved himself and won everyone over. Maybe like a demon attack that he fended off or something like a near fatal collision he stops. With that and swearing he never has or never will eat human meat he becomes the towns local cryptid/hero all thanks to Hp which would make Jeffery very much like Honeypie for their help in having him not only accepted but also loved by these humans who treat him with a kindness not seen by other demons.

But with all that comes honeypies kindness as well. They helped him out the gate with no want for anything in return. They simply wanted to help him out and that was enough for them, something he’d never seen in hell. Everything down there has a cost that’s steeper than the favour. So having genuine kindness like that is new for him and makes him develop feeling quickly. In hell relationships are based on power and not love, it’s a beneficial partnership more than anything. So Jeffery developing genuine feelings would probably weird him out until he asks his new human friends about why he feels all warm and fuzzy when around Honeypie and they help him sort out his feelings on the matter.

Love to demons is a weakness, but to humans is a strength unparalleled

And Jeffery quickly learns why.

Love isn’t something that makes someone weak, it can make them stronger. It is perhaps why Sparda the strongest of them all realized the error of his way and decided to help humans rather than harm them. Because humanity had taught him love and he loved humanity enough to give up everything for its sake. And Jeffery can understand why.

Jeffery showing up at dmc would be a bit of a surprise for the dmc cast but I feel as if HP would’ve off handedly mentioned they helped a friendly demon at some point, sown his arrival isn’t too out of nowhere. However what is unexpected is his bold romantic advances. Jeffery due to still adjusting to human society has no filter, thus he’s professing his love out in the open while Dante, Trish, lady, Vergil and credo have been trying to express said love via various methods throughout the years to varying degrees of success. Jeffery has no such inhibitions and goes for the swing which leaves everyone else on the floor in shambles.

Because A) of course Honeypie somehow made a demon fall for them B) this demon is going right for the bullseye with no dilly dallying and C) this may become a problem.

I think Nero and Nico would have varying degrees of reaction. Nico would be laughing her ass off, course HP got themself wrapped up in even more of a soap opera situation. It’s what she expects by now from them but by god is this hilarious especially with the rest of the crew of grown ass adults sulking like kicked puppies. I think she’d like Jeffery quite a bit though, particularly for the fact that she can pretty much ask him about hell and get proper answers to her questions and demon anatomy, plus get some scales or shedding bits from him every few months to make better devil arms without any issues. Meanwhile Nero is kinda on the fence. Because Jeffery seems nice but he’s still not quite adjusted to humans yet compared to a demon like Trish. He doesn’t understand yet the complexities of human life and humanity itself which could lead to a carrying degrees of problems if not handled correctly. Like for example Jeffery understanding that humans don’t exactly live as long as demons and humans may attack other humans. That’s not to say Nero doesn’t like Jeffery, I think Nero would find him funny as shit especially if he accidentally yanks on Dante and Vergils metaphorical chain a bit lol to be fair though Nero is still vying for credo or maybe Trish or lady depending on how they play their cards.

Meanwhile through all of this Honeypie is having a breakdown Because “huh?!? Someone likes me?? Romantically??? Why??? I don’t see what I have that others would wants?!? Huh??????”

Yeah they got their issues to unpack (same here lol)

Also don’t apologize! I love ur asks! I’m more than happy to get them!!!

Also wanting Honeypie, not wanting to be Honeypie is funny as shit. Pov ur reader insert character starts winning over the readers a bit too much as well lololol

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BAKUSQUAD HEADCANONS

You were a really determined person. You always put your best whenever you did something, and didn't worry about the result and that was something the Bakusquad admired about you, however, you were incredibly naive and trusting of everyone around you 

You had met the Bakusquad on your first day. As usual, Bakugou was yelling at you about something, and suddenly, you snapped and asked him to shut up. Everyone around you gasped and soon, the Bakusquad looked at you with immense respect. Ofc, Bakugou wasn't too happy about that but eventually he let you join the Bakusquad since he was actually impressed with your quirk and courage to stand up against him which most people can't do without breaking at least 5 bones 

You loved hanging out with the Bakusquad and they loved hanging out with you. They didn't do anything that made you feel uncomfortable 

Whenever someone tries to bully you, they immediately stick up for you with intense threatening looks in their eyes like they're about to murder them. Pretty soon, their overprotectiveness for you had turned into a CRAZY OBSESSION and they realized that they all liked you 

However, they didn't like how innocent and trusting you were. What if someone takes advantage of that? What if someone hurts you? What if they do something bad to you? They talked about it when you were absent from school one day 

''Man... Y/N is really cool and I think we're all in love with her but....'' said Sero but stopped in the middle. ''But what?" asked Mina. ''She's so trusting of everyone around her and not to mention really innocent'' he said. ''Yeah, well someone has to show that little nerd that not everyone can be trusted'' growled Bakugou. ''That's right.... after all, we ARE becoming pro heroes and what sort of heroes will we BE if we can't save our friend?" asked Kirishima. ''Kiribro's right. We NEED to take action for Y/N's own good and keep her safe'' and everyone agreed

Soon, they even started getting clingier and possessive of you than usual and finally, you started trying to avoid them, but that was a HUGE mistake

''Y/N WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!!??" screeched Bakugou as he tried running towards you but you just waved back at him and shouted, ''Sorry... I need to go'' and ran off in the other direction. When it soon dawned upon them that you were avoiding them, they were hurt at first, but came to the conclusion that you were just shy and scared and confused. But don't worry, they're going to take care of everything for you 

You were tied to the headboard of a bed with a few ropes and you had a quirk cancelling cuff around your ankle after you blacked out due to them bonking you over the head. You then saw your old friends, the Bakusquad come in and you said, ''Guys... this isn't funny, let me go'' you snarled. ''Why would we do that when we worked so had to take you away and try to keep you safe?'' asked Denki. "Guys, if this is about the time I declined your offer about going to the arcade, I said I was sorry since I had somewhere else to be'' you said

''It's all right.... From now on, you're going to be ONLY with us since we all love and care for you'' smiled Kirishima as you yelled, ''YOU GUYS ARE PSYCHOPATHS!!" Bakugou just laughed and tried stroking your cheek but you attempted to bite his finger off. ''Ohh...she's feisty'' squealed Mina. "None of this would happened if you were so naive all the time...dumbass"

''We'll undo the ropes for you when you can prove you can be trusted. It's just that we don't want to see our darling in any form of danger now do we, Mi amor~" said Sero

You wished your life would go back to normal and you regretted being friends with these people who claimed all they wanted to do was keep you safe. They DID treat you well, and they never raised their hand at you. Of course, they had to stop Bakugou from literally MURDERING you when you act up while Kirishima and Denki and Sero calm him TF down and Mina tries comforting you. They actually treat you like royalty once you develop Stockholm Syndrome and cuddle sessions with them are a MUST! Maybe it won't be so bad 

[rafesapologist]

the set up — rafe cameron; part twenty three

summary: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: swearing, drug use, mentions of alcohol, suggestive themes, angst

author's note: thank you to the person who said y/n and rafe remind them of two ghosts by harry styles, yet another reason to cry over them

In the soft glow of the television, casting a muted ambiance across Rafe's room, he lay on his bed with Sofia resting against his chest. A quiet tension lingered in the air, intensifying in the days following the unexpected reunion with you at the restaurant.

Sofia, sensing Rafe's distance, absentmindedly traced circles on his chest with her fingers, attempting to bridge the growing gap between them. Tilting her head to look up at him, concern filled her eyes.

"Rafe, is everything okay?" Sofia's voice was soft and caring.

With a sigh, Rafe kept his gaze fixed on the TV screen, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Yeah, just… thinking about stuff, you know?"

Propping herself up on her elbow, Sofia studied his face. "You've been so distant lately. Is there something you want to talk about?"

Caught between the truth and the fear of causing more turmoil, he hesitated. "It's just a lot going on, Sof. I've got some things on my mind."

Understandingly, Sofia nodded, her fingers now tracing gentle patterns on his arm. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

He nodded, appreciating her support but unsure if he could share the complexities of his emotions. Sensing his reluctance, Sofia decided to change the subject, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Maybe we could do something fun this weekend, take your mind off things," she suggested, a hopeful smile playing on her lips.

Managing a faint smile in return, Rafe appreciated her effort. "Yeah, maybe. We'll see."

As the TV flickered in the background, the room held an unspoken tension. Sofia rested her head back on Rafe's chest, contemplating the subtle shifts in their dynamic. While she tried to be patient, a nagging feeling lingered – a realization that something had changed, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

However, as her gestures intensified, Rafe's patience wore thin. The unspoken tension in the room became palpable, creating an invisible barrier between them. Sofia nestled against him, attempting to intertwine her fingers with his. Growing increasingly irritated, Rafe pulled away, his brow furrowing.

"Sof, can you just give it a rest for a bit?" he muttered, the irritation evident in his tone.

Looking up at him, Sofia's eyes reflected a mix of confusion and hurt. "Rafe, what's going on? You've been distant, and now you're pushing me away. Did I do something wrong?"

With a sigh, frustration etching his features, Rafe admitted, "It's not about you, okay? I've got a lot on my mind, and I can't deal with all this right now."

She sat up, giving him some space but still visibly hurt. "Rafe, we used to be so close. If something's bothering you, I want to be there for you."

His annoyance grew as he struggled to find the right words. "I just need some space, okay? I can't have you all over me every second."

Tears welled in Sofia's eyes, hurt by the sudden change in his demeanor. "Fine, Rafe. If you need space, I'll give it to you. But this… it's not like you."

He didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the distant wall. The room felt heavy with unresolved tension, and as Sofia excused herself, the air between them lingered with unspoken words and a growing sense of unease.

Rafe's frustration reached its peak as he watched Sofia leave, the door closing behind her. He sighed heavily, pacing the room as if trying to escape the overwhelming emotions within. His hands ran through his disheveled hair, fingers gripping the strands tightly.

"Why can't anything just be easy for once?" he muttered to himself, a bitter edge to his voice.

The echo of his own words seemed to mock him, and he felt a surge of anger building up inside. Without thinking, he lashed out, his fist connecting with the wall in a raw display of frustration. The impact reverberated through the room, and a sharp pain shot through his hand. Rafe winced but welcomed the physical pain as a distraction from the emotional turmoil.

"Damn it!" he cursed, shaking his hand as if to ward off the sting.

Alone in the room, Rafe grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling within him. The weight of recent events, the encounter with you, and the strained relationship with Sofia created a volatile mix that he struggled to navigate. The room felt smaller, suffocating, as if closing in on him.

As Rafe nursed his throbbing hand, he sank onto the edge of his bed, overwhelmed by a flood of memories. The room became a stage for the ghosts of moments shared with you, and he found himself dwelling in the bittersweet nostalgia of your presence.

He closed his eyes, trying to summon the sensory details that clung to those memories. The way your hair smelled faintly of the ocean breeze, the melodic cadence of your laughter that echoed in his ears, and the warmth of your touch that lingered on his skin. Each recollection was a sharp pang, a reminder of a time when everything seemed simpler, when he didn't have to navigate the complexities of heartache and regret.

In that solitary moment, he romanticized the past, replaying the scenes where you and he were entangled in a dance of shared glances and whispered confessions. The room seemed to echo with the ghostly laughter that once filled it, now haunting him with the absence of your presence.

Sorrow tightened its grip on his heart as he wallowed in the vivid tapestry of your shared experiences. The weight of regret bore down on him, and he couldn't escape the haunting realization that he might have let something truly precious slip through his fingers. Yet, amid the pain, there was an undeniable longing, a yearning for a time when love felt uncomplicated, and the future held the promise of shared tomorrows.

As Rafe dwelled in the recesses of his imagination, he allowed the alternate reality to unfold before him like a hazy daydream. In this envisioned world, he saw a life where he had granted you that second chance on that fateful day, a life that diverged from the current path of heartache and solitude.

In this imagined narrative, the two of you flourished against the backdrop of sun-kissed memories, navigating the complexities of love with a newfound understanding. The island, once a confined stage for your relationship, now became a mere prologue to the grander story of your shared journey.

He envisioned the passage of years, the gentle erosion of the once-familiar island landscape replaced by the changing seasons of a more expansive world. The whispers of shared dreams resonated through the cozy northern town you had made your own, a place where the echoes of laughter and love were woven into the fabric of everyday life.

There, in this imagined haven, you and he found solace in the simplicity of shared sunsets and the warmth of a home built on the foundation of forgiveness and resilience. The weight of regret lifted, replaced by the buoyancy of a love that had weathered storms and emerged stronger on the other side.

Yet, even in the reverie of this idyllic existence, a sense of loss lingered. Rafe couldn't shake the awareness that this alternate reality was a mere mirage, a poignant testament to the choices made and the irreversible course of time. The ache in his heart deepened as he contemplated the chasm between the life he had envisioned and the reality that now unfolded before him.

As Rafe's mental anguish escalated, he found himself teetering on the precipice of despair. The weight of regret, coupled with the sting of recent events, drove him to a breaking point. A torrent of emotions overwhelmed him, and tears blurred his vision as he grappled with the haunting echoes of your presence in his mind.

In a desperate attempt to numb the pain, Rafe sought solace in the familiar rituals that had become a coping mechanism, albeit a destructive one. With trembling hands, he reached into his nightstand, fingers closing around a small baggy containing a white substance. The act was mechanical, a reflex born out of habit and the relentless pursuit of an elusive escape.

The substance, once a temporary reprieve from the tumult within, now became a symbol of the deeper turmoil eating away at Rafe's soul. As he prepared to indulge in this fleeting escape, the room became a silent witness to the unraveling of a fractured spirit, a soul caught in the relentless undertow of its own despair.

The room, cloaked in the dim glow of despair, witnessed Rafe's descent into the abyss of his own making. Each inhalation of the numbing substance became a fleeting attempt to drown the sorrows that threatened to consume him. Tears, unbidden, streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound ache that had settled within his heart.

As the chemical haze wrapped around him, he found himself lost in a vivid tapestry of memories. Images of you, smiling and carefree, intertwined with an alternate reality where he had chosen a different path that led to a shared future. The bittersweet agony of those imaginary moments intensified with every heartbeat, each line etching a painful reminder of what could have been.

In the midst of the solitary ritual, Rafe grappled not only with the substance but also with the weight of regret, longing, and the haunting specter of a love lost. The room bore witness to the silent struggle, a sanctuary of solitude shattered by the echoes of a heart breaking, one line at a time.

The substance's bitter sting lingered in Rafe's nostrils as he leaned back, the remnants of his chosen escape method still coursing through his veins. The room, once a sanctuary of solitude, now held the hushed aftermath of his self-imposed oblivion. A fleeting sense of relaxation swept over him, a momentary reprieve from the weight that had settled on his shoulders.

As he waited for the high to envelop him completely, Rafe's mind teetered on the precipice between reality and the numbing embrace of the chemicals. The echoes of memories, both real and imagined, lingered in the corners of his consciousness, competing with the euphoria that sought to drown them out. In this fragile interlude, he clung to the fragile promise of escape, a respite from the relentless ache that seemed to define his waking hours.

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The sun hung high in the cloudless sky as you and JJ embarked on the boat ride, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop to the gentle lapping of waves against the vessel. The salty sea breeze tousled your hair as you sat beside JJ, your thoughts still swirling with the tumultuous events of the past days.

JJ, always attuned to your emotions, attempted to break the heavy silence that lingered between you. "You know, a day out here is gonna do wonders for the soul. Trust me."

You managed a small smile, appreciating JJ's effort to lift your spirits. The boat cut through the water, leaving behind a trail of frothy waves, and soon, the coastline faded into the distance.

As the boat sailed further into the vast expanse of the ocean, the horizon opened up before you, a boundless canvas of blues and greens. The vastness of the sea seemed to mirror the complexities of your own emotions. JJ, ever the optimist, nudged you playfully.

"Come on, Y/N! Let's make today a good one. Leave all that drama on the shore."

You nodded, silently vowing to try and embrace the fleeting escape from the troubles that haunted your thoughts. The boat sliced through the water, carrying you both away from the island, if only for a moment, and you allowed the gentle rocking to lull you into a tentative sense of peace.

As the boat glided through the sunlit waters, you could feel JJ's gaze on you, his eyes tracing the contours of your tanned skin as it absorbed the warm, golden rays. The sunlight played with the strands of your hair, creating a halo of light around you. Despite the turmoil in your mind, you found solace in the soothing embrace of the sun, its radiant touch becoming a balm for the wounds that lingered within.

JJ, perceptive as always, recognized the subtle shift in your demeanor. "Sunshine suits you, Y/N," he remarked with a grin, attempting to sprinkle a touch of lightness into the moment.

You chuckled softly, the genuine warmth in his words resonating with the gentle caress of the sun on your skin. For a fleeting instant, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lift, carried away by the sea breeze as the boat continued its leisurely journey across the open waters.

JJ glanced at you, concern etched across his features as he steered the boat through the gentle waves. "Y/N," he began, the hum of the boat's engine providing a backdrop to his words, "how have you been handling everything? I mean, after seeing Rafe and all."

You sighed, your gaze fixed on the horizon. The vast expanse of the ocean seemed to mirror the complexities of your emotions. "It's been tough, JJ. I didn't expect it to hit me that hard," you admitted, fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of your sundress.

JJ nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "If you ever need to talk about it or anything else, you know I'm here, right?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met JJ's sincere gaze. "Yeah, JJ. I appreciate that more than you know."

The boat sailed on, carving a path through the water as you navigated the currents of your emotions. JJ, a steady presence at your side, offered a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

JJ grinned, his eyes reflecting the sunlight as he steered the boat. "You know, despite everything, I'm really glad we got past our previous issues and are still friends. Life's too short for unnecessary drama."

You chuckled, appreciating JJ's positive outlook. "Yeah, JJ, me too. You make everything a little bit easier."

The Chateau's atmosphere was thick with tension as you stormed through the door, your eyes ablaze with anger. JJ followed you, attempting to explain himself, but the hurt in your heart drowned out his words.

"You had no right, JJ!" you shouted, turning to face him. "You ruined everything!"

He held up his hands, a pleading look in his eyes. "I was just trying to be honest. Rafe had to know the truth, he's a fucking dick."

Your laughter was bitter and filled with frustration. "Honesty? You call this honesty? You destroyed my relationship with Rafe, and for what? To play the hero? You had no right meddling in my life!"

JJ's expression hardened. "I did it because I care about you! Rafe was gonna know the truth about the plan eventually."

Your fists clenched at your sides. "Well, congratulations, JJ. You've not only lost me my boyfriend, but you've also made sure Rafe will never trust me again. Is that what you wanted?"

He took a step forward, his voice lowering. "I wanted you to be free of the lies. I could see what it was doing to you and I was so pissed at Rafe and I-."

You scoffed, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "And what about hurting me, JJ? Did you even think about that?"

The room felt suffocating as the weight of the argument hung in the air. You turned away, frustration and betrayal burning in your eyes. JJ reached out, attempting to touch your shoulder, but you shrugged him off.

"Don't touch me, JJ," you hissed.

The tension escalated as JJ tried to justify his actions, his frustration mirroring your own. "You don't get it, Y/N. Rafe was pushing me. What was I supposed to do? Let him continue to walk around like he was hot shit?"

You scoffed, disbelief and anger painted across your features. "So, what, you just decided to spill everything? Betray me in the process? You had no right, JJ!"

He crossed his arms, his own frustration mounting. "He was asking for it. All I did was tell him the truth."

Your eyes narrowed. "And you think this is the way to deliver the truth? By ruining everything? You had no right to play hero, JJ. This was my mess to handle."

JJ's voice grew more intense. "He was getting under my skin, Y/N. Taunting me, pushing me to a point where I had to say something."

Your hands clenched into fists. "So, what, you just decided to throw me under the bus? And for what? To prove a point to Rafe?"

JJ's frustration turned into desperation. "I didn't want to hurt you, Y/N. But he needed to know what was going on. You can't keep playing both sides."

Your anger flared, and you took a step closer, glaring at JJ. "I never asked you to play hero, JJ. You took it upon yourself to destroy everything. And for what? To assuage your guilt?"

JJ's expression shifted to guilt as he realized the extent of the damage. "I just thought he deserved to know the truth."

You shook your head in disbelief. "Well, congratulations. The truth is out, and everything's gone to hell. I hope you're happy with what you've done."

The air in the room grew heavier as the argument reached a boiling point, the consequences of JJ's actions and your frustration colliding in a painful clash.

Tears streamed down your face as you hastily packed your belongings, anger and betrayal consuming you. JJ entered the room, concern etched across his face. "Y/N, please, just listen—"

You cut him off, your voice shaking with rage. "Listen? You've done enough, JJ. All you do is ruin everything. I can't believe you thought you had the right to destroy everything I had left."

JJ's eyes pleaded for understanding, but your frustration was uncontainable. "You had no right to tell him, JJ. It was my choice, my secret to keep. And you just trampled all over it."

He took a step closer, trying to calm the storm. "I just wanted him to know the truth, Y/N. He was pushing me, and I couldn't keep lying."

Your voice was sharp and unforgiving. "And look where it got us. Congratulations, JJ. You've successfully dismantled any chance I had left."

As the weight of the situation settled, JJ's remorse deepened. "Y/N, I didn't mean for it to go this way. I just thought he deserved to know the truth."

Your eyes flashed with anger. "Deserved to know? No, JJ, this wasn't your call to make. You don't get to play the hero in my life. Now, I need you to leave me alone. I can't deal with this right now."

JJ's attempts to mend the situation fell on deaf ears as you continued packing, each item a painful reminder of the life you had built on the island, now crumbling under the weight of betrayal and shattered trust.

JJ's voice cut through the tension as he yelled your name, desperation evident in his tone. "Y/N, stop! You're not going anywhere."

Your steps faltered briefly, but the fire within you refused to be extinguished. Turning to face him, you shot back, "Watch me, JJ. I can't stay here. Not after what you've done."

He closed the gap between you, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Y/N, please. We can work through this. You don't have to leave."

But the pain and anger were too fresh, too overwhelming. You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Work through this? You destroyed everything, JJ. There's no going back."

The porch seemed like a battleground, emotions swirling in the air. You pushed past him, determination in every step. JJ called after you, his voice desperate and broken. "Y/N, I messed up, but running away won't fix anything. We can figure this out together."

You paused at the edge of the porch, a mixture of emotions playing on your face. "No, JJ. I need to go. I need to find some semblance of peace away from this mess. Goodbye, JJ."

And with that, you walked away, leaving JJ standing on the porch, helpless and haunted by the consequences of his actions.

JJ's question pulled you back from the brink of painful memories, and you turned your attention to him. The rhythmic sounds of the boat and the gentle waves around you provided a soothing backdrop to the present moment.

JJ's eyes studied your face, concern evident in his expression. "Hey, you've been through a lot lately. How about we take a break from everything and go to a party tonight? Just let loose and have some fun?"

With a forced smile, you responded, "Sure, JJ. A party sounds like a good distraction right now."

He grinned in response, seemingly content that you were willing to join in. The boat ride continued, the vast ocean offering a temporary escape from the troubles that haunted both your minds. Little did you know, the night would bring new challenges, pushing you to confront the ghosts of your past once more.

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The pulsating beat of the music filled the air as you navigated through the crowded house party. The dim lights flickered in time with the rhythm, casting a hazy glow on the revelers around you. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and you could feel the bass thumping in your chest.

Taking another shot, you let the warmth spread through you, momentarily drowning out the weight of your thoughts. The scent of alcohol and a mix of perfumes hung in the air as you weaved your way through the dancing crowd.

JJ, your steadfast companion for the evening, kept a watchful eye on you. He had insisted on staying close, sensing that the party might stir up emotions you were trying to escape. Despite the chaos around you, the two of you found a moment of solace by a makeshift bar.

As the night unfolded, laughter and conversations melded into a symphony of chaos. The partygoers, a mix of pogues and tourons, created a dynamic blend of backgrounds and stories. You attempted to lose yourself in the music, letting the beat guide your movements on the makeshift dance floor.

JJ leaned in, his voice just audible over the music. "You doing okay?"

You nodded, the alcohol lending you a temporary sense of detachment. "Yeah, just trying to have a good time."

The night wore on, and the boundaries between reality and the rhythmic pulse of the party blurred. The fleeting moments of joy were punctuated by glimpses of faces that triggered memories — reminders of a past you were desperately trying to escape.

As you lost yourself in the music and the swirling lights, a tall, mysterious stranger approached with a confident smirk on his face. He interrupted your dance, his presence commanding attention. The beat of the music provided the backdrop for his invitation, and you looked up to meet his gaze.

His dark, expressive eyes locked onto yours, and a sly smile played on his lips as he smoothly asked, "Care to dance?" Intrigued by the invitation and the allure of the moment, you returned his smile and nodded, ready to let the rhythm take over and momentarily drown out the complexities of your life.

The tall brunette man's confident smirk widened as you accepted his invitation to dance. The music pulsed through the air, setting the rhythm for your impromptu dance floor connection. You felt the beats vibrating through your body as you turned around to face him, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

The two of you fell into sync, bodies moving to the rhythmic pulse of the music. The dim lights cast shadows on the dance floor, creating an intimate atmosphere. As you swayed to the music, the world around you faded, and the only thing that existed in that moment was the connection between you and the mysterious stranger.

The crowd around you seemed to blur, and the pulsating energy of the party heightened. Your movements became more fluid, and the stranger mirrored your rhythm effortlessly. The playful grinding intensified, creating a charged atmosphere between you two.

As the music enveloped you, you closed your eyes, allowing the rhythmic beats to guide your movements. The stranger's hands found their place on your hips, skillfully leading you in a dance that transcended the bounds of reality. The song's title and the faces around you blurred into insignificance, and for a moment, you embraced the blissful ignorance the dance offered—a temporary escape from the complexities that weighed heavy on your mind.

The tall brunette boy effortlessly spun you around, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. In a bold move, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hand found its place on your neck, the warmth of the moment enveloping you as you willingly succumbed to the sensation.

The intoxicating mix of alcohol and the heat of the kiss had your mind swimming in a fuzzy haze, and your body responded, almost getting carried away in the moment. The pulsating beat of the music seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of the kiss, creating a surreal and blissful escape. With your eyes tightly closed, you surrendered to the intensity of the kiss, allowing the thumping music to envelop you in a world of its own. Each passing second seemed to stretch into a timeless embrace, and the chaotic surroundings of the party faded away as you became immersed in the shared desire of the moment.

Your eyes slowly opened after the passionate kiss, only to be confronted with a sight that sent a jolt through your entire being. It felt as though Rafe's face had seamlessly replaced the boy's, staring back at you with an intensity that made your stomach churn. Shocked and unsettled, you instinctively threw your hands over your eyes, attempting to shield yourself from the surreal vision.

The boy, his brows furrowed in confusion, asked with genuine concern, "Hey, is everything okay?"

You shook your head, as if trying to dispel the unsettling image from your mind. With a forced smile, you told him, "I'm fine, just need to grab some water. Be right back."

As you stumbled through the crowded house, the disorientation intensified. The unfamiliar faces seemed to blur together, and the thumping music resonated in your ears. In your hazy state, you navigated the halls in search of a bathroom. A fleeting glimpse of a couple passionately making out in the hallway caught your attention, causing you to pause for a moment.

Suddenly, the faces morphed into Rafe and Sofia, and you winced at the surreal sight. Horror gripped you as the couple noticed your presence and looked at you with confusion. The disconcerting illusion lingered for a moment before you shook your head and hurriedly moved away, desperately seeking refuge from the unsettling images.

"Oh my God," you mumbled to yourself as you stumbled away from the confusing scene. Frantically, you found the bathroom and hurriedly stepped inside, locking the door behind you. Sliding down the door, you lowered your head into your palms, overwhelmed by sobs as you questioned your sanity. The disconcerting images and the weight of the emotions you had been trying to escape crashed over you, leaving you in a state of confusion and despair.

Your bloodshot eyes scanned the bathroom, the running mascara on your face revealing the sorrow you had tried to avoid for months. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you unlocked it with trembling hands, uncertain about where you were going with it. Frantically scrolling through your contacts, you searched for a sense of comfort in somebody. Eventually, you landed on Rafe's contact name. Your finger hovered over it as your hands shook, tears streaming down your face. The inner turmoil and the overwhelming emotions pushed you to the edge, and the idea of reaching out to him seemed like the only lifeline in that moment.

The room echoed with the sound of the ringing phone as you sniffled, your heart pounding with each passing second. The uncertainty of whether Rafe would answer or not intensified the anxiety that already gripped you. Each ring felt like an eternity, and in the midst of your emotional chaos, you questioned the wisdom of making that call.

"Y/N?"

The familiar voice sent a jolt through your system, and for a moment, you were paralyzed with a mix of relief and fear. "Rafe?" you uttered, your voice shaky and vulnerable.

There was a brief pause on the other end, as if Rafe was processing the unexpected call. "Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?" His voice carried a mix of concern and confusion.

Torn between the impulse to lie and the desire for honesty, you took a deep breath and decided to open up. "I… I'm not okay, Rafe," you admitted, your voice quivering with emotion. "I saw something, and I just needed someone to talk to."

Concern laced Rafe's response. "What happened? Are you in trouble?"

Your throat tightened as you recounted the strange encounter at the party, the hallucination that overlaid familiar faces onto strangers. "I don't know, Rafe. Everything is a mess, and I feel like I'm losing my mind."

Rafe's tone softened. "Where are you right now? I'll come get you."

You hesitated, unsure whether you wanted to involve him in your chaotic emotions. But, deep down, a part of you yearned for his presence. "I'm at a party… I don't even know whose house this is. Can you just… talk to me?"

Rafe assured you, "Okay, okay just relax. Send me the address and I'll be there in a few minutes. Hang tight, okay?" With that, the call ended, leaving you in the bathroom, the echoes of the party outside muffled by the closed door.

You heard knocking on the door suddenly, which made you flinch. You stood up and flung the door open, met with the sight of a random couple looking at you with confusion as they noticed your mascara running down your face. You pushed past them and made your way down the staircase. The pounding music and flashing lights disoriented you as you navigated through the crowded house. The staircase seemed never-ending as you descended, your mind clouded with a mixture of emotions. Finally, you reached the ground floor and burst through the front door, stepping into the cool night air.

The front yard offered a temporary escape from the overwhelming atmosphere inside. You took deep breaths, attempting to steady yourself. The grass beneath your feet felt cool and damp as you moved away from the entrance, finding a quiet corner of the yard to gather your thoughts.

As you leaned against the side of the house, you heard the distant thumps of the music echoing through the walls. The sounds of laughter and chatter were muffled in the open air, providing a brief reprieve.

The tears flowed freely as the memories of nights spent stargazing with Rafe flooded your mind. The stars above seemed to mock you, their distant twinkles resembling the fragments of your shattered heart. Alone in the darkness, you held your knees to your chest, unable to contain the sobs that wracked your body.

Each breath felt like a struggle, and the weight on your chest grew heavier with each passing moment. The cool night air did little to soothe the burning ache within you. It was as if the universe conspired to amplify your pain, echoing the emptiness you felt in the vast expanse of the night sky.

You wished for a moment of respite, a break from the relentless waves of sorrow crashing over you. Yet, in that isolated corner of the front yard, surrounded by the distant sounds of the party, you couldn't escape the overwhelming loneliness that consumed you.

Amidst the chaos of the party, you remained oblivious to the passing onlookers, their glances carrying a blend of confusion and judgment. The world seemed to close in around you, suffocating you in its relentless grip. Each heartbeat resonated with the pain echoing through your chest, and the weight of the night pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.

The disapproving stares from strangers blurred into the background as your own internal turmoil took center stage. The universe felt indifferent to your suffering, and the isolation in the midst of a crowd intensified the sense of despair. It was a moment of vulnerability, a raw display of emotions that transcended the boundaries of the party atmosphere.

You clung to the hope that, perhaps, the night would offer some solace. Yet, as the minutes passed, the agony within you showed no signs of relenting. The facade of composure shattered, leaving you exposed to the harsh realities of heartbreak and longing. In that moment of profound vulnerability, you wrestled with the overwhelming pain that threatened to consume you entirely.

The cacophony of your breakdown was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice cutting through the chaos, calling out your name with a mix of concern and shock. Startled, you halted your sobbing, slowly lifting your tear-streaked face to meet the gaze of the person before you.

There, standing in front of you, was Rafe. His expression revealed a cocktail of emotions—worry, surprise, and a hint of something else. His eyes, once filled with an intensity that was familiar to you, softened as they locked onto yours. The party's chaos seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment of unexpected reunion.

As the night air hung heavy with the remnants of your tears, you and Rafe stood there, the unspoken weight of your shared history lingering between you. The world around you momentarily ceased to exist, and the only sound that mattered was the echo of your name in his voice.

"Y/N?"

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[dismissivedestroyer]

Hi! So I want to make a Spooky Month OC but I suck at drawing, do you have any tips or advices about drawing characters in the Spooky Month artstyle?

Okay so, I might not be the right person for this, cause I also am not all that great at drawing in the Spooky Month artstyle, but I did some character design at school so I might be able to give a few tips! Please do take everything I say with a grain of salt tho!

Spooky Month's strong suit is definitely character design. It's SO expressive and well done it's genuinely unreal. You might want to know exactly what your character is gonna be doing, or how their personality is gonna be like, because character design in Spooky Month cares a lot about things like these. For example: Radford works at a cinema, so of course he's wearing 3D glasses, but also his HAIR IS LITERALLY SHAPED LIKE A POPCORN.

So maybe decide on a job for your character, and try to start from there, get crazy with shapes and have fun! Spooky Month characters have designs that are both extremely simple to draw, since they use mostly basic shapes, but also are extremely thought out and meaningful. Another example of great character design is Pump

Now, I have no idea if you already had an OC in mind, but make sure to choose the right shapes to represent it. Something I see around in the fandom is people making these OCs that are like, serial killers and dangerous people and stuff, but then give them the "Lila"-like oval head. And honestly, nothing wrong with that, that's a choice you can use! But still, shapes allow us to understand a lot about how a character is just by looking at them. So you might want to experiment around a bit!

Ovals in Spooky Month are the "good" shape, let's just say. Most character with an oval head are sweet, helpful, kind-natured! It's often paired with oval eyes, so it's mostly a shape that's used for not villainous characters.

Circles are a bit more complicated, because Spooky Month subvertes the Circle Characters. While yes, they're also used to draw children, such as Skid and Pump, so they may come off as unthreatening at first, most main villains, such as Eyes, Bob and Dexter Doll (which is meant to represent the likes of a child, so that's a nice contrast), are mostly circle-shaped.

There's a very wide range of Square characters in Spooky Month. Square characters are usually bulky, big and strong. They often come off as threatening (such as Moloch), but there are so many other fun things you can do with them. Like, take Frank. EVERYTHING in his design should alarm us, him being square-shaped, the black eyes, the wide smile. Yet, he has a shape of the eyes that's very relaxed and chill, so we end up trusting him. As for Dexter, he's a mix of circles and squares, so we can't really understand his intentions right away, because he's shaped in the most confusing way possible. He's just made to be unsettling and leaving us to wonder if he's a bad guy or just an oddball.

You can do SO MANY fun things by mixing up shapes of faces and eyes it's INSANE. Also, you can mix up other characters' features to create a new one, if you're planning to do a fankid or stuff like that. Look at Ross, he's literally a mixture of all his parents' features!

My main tips for drawing in the Spooky Month artstyle are mostly

1) Play around with shapes. Be as cartoony as possible.

2) Try to be consistent with proportions, because, based on personal experience, if you draw the pupils of the eyes slightly off it changes the whole character's expression drastically

3) don't worry too much about details, Spooky Month has a very simple artstyle. You don't have to draw a perfectly anatomically correct hand, just whip up some cartoony three-to-four fingers and you're good to go

4) try to redraw some pre-existing screenshots from the serie to get familiarity with the way Pelo draws expressions. It helps a bunch.

So yeah, that's all! Good luck with your oc :)

[erwinsvow]

Would cath and wifey get along, or would Smurf not want them to? I already feel she's good with Lena, especially because she wants kids

Like I could totally see Smurf telling wifey about pope liking her as kid in order to get wifey to hate her, but you said wifey was a sweetheart, so I imagine it doesn't work.

Gosh, I'm so excited to see what you come up with honestly excited for a little battle of wills

this is so sweet of you to send, i honestly get so excited when people send messages about the readers because i am so happy someone else likes them and wants to talk about them!!!! i adore you ♡

this is so long i have to add a keep reading. spoilers below guys!!

omg i haven't thought much about this honestly!!!! i think it would be so interesting to write about pope without the cath plotline or even the fact that he kills her but there's no romantic subplot anymore, like in that case he would have killed her because he doesn't want to be arrested/go back to jail and have to leave his wife again.

i think wifey gets along with everyone. i mean i'm only just finishing season three so this might change but i can't find a reason for her to hate anyone. the exception might be deran's dad. (i hate him and i think wifey wouldn't be that comfortable with violence, but she is a cody and she knows how to use a gun and when she finds out how he talks about/treated pope she would probably threaten him. and also i was thinking about how he wouldn't take it seriously because deran and craig would have told him about about pope's innocent wife but i get the feeling she would not play around if someone is talking badly about pope. this is SUCH an aside you literally did not even ask about this)

so back to the original question, tbh i think they get along but only to a certain extent. wifey is not an oc so i don't want to fill in too much about her because that's up to the person reading it too, but i think cath would see her as too innocent and too trusting of pope/smurf/etc. like i don't see wifey having any sort of backup plan/escape plan, storing money incase she needs to leave pope, being hesitant about learning things to help smurf while pope is in prison (like i said about the casing and making rounds and whatever else we think smurf would get her to do.) so because of that i think cath would see wifey as more of an extension of pope, like a situation where cath knows if she tells her something it's going to end up back to her husband. that's just the kind of girl i envision wifey as. i think she would be great with lena!! that's my favorite part to think about with wifey. she would balance out pope's nerves and being more stable and book-smart i think she would be a huuuge factor in lena staying under pope's care. i think cath would trust her to pick lena up from school and babysit (especially when pope was in prison) so maybe they got closer during that time? wifey would be so happy taking care of lena but then get sad because she doesn't have her own kids and pope's still gone. you're so right she is a sweetheart. i don't think she would/could hold anything against cath since i envision pope and wifey meeting as adults (well.. still with an age gap. you know me and my age gaps.) if anything she might be insecure about it. internally sad. if you've ever read my rafe stuff i see wifey a lot like shy reader. she doesn't hate the other girl she just wishes she was more like the other girl, especially because cath would have everything that wifey wants—has her husband, her kid, has all of them altogether.

i do also keep thinking about when wifey finds out what pope did. maybe this is wrong but i don't think she would react how he thinks she would. as soon as she tells her that they thought cath was talking to the cops, i think wifey would try to comfort pope and tell him that he did the right thing. she hates that lena doesn't have her mother but she would rather die than lose pope again so she definitely does mental gymnastics and justifies cath's death. kind of crazy but realistically, that's how i would see it.

i think it would be so interesting if the show had given pope a sweetheart wife because i would literally die to know what they would write about smurf and her. it's easy for me to say that smurf would like her because in my perfect universe everyone would like wifey but that's def not the case. she would see her as easily manipulated, a perfect tool to get pope to do smurf's bidding. wifey is eager to please and definitely has her own issues but again i want to leave it blank for the reader to decide what exactly those are. she would be the type who would do anything to get smurf to like her and has to realize slowly that smurf doesn't like anyone. but they have their moments. i think smurf would at the very least respect that wifey doesn't play about pope. knows that wifey is the biggest factor that holds pope together, that she can calm him down more than smurf can, that she influences his decisions the most. pope does what he thinks is best for his family (aka his wife and kids) so smurf would have to try to get in the middle of that to still be able to influence him. idk i am rambling so much. thank you angel for your ask and i truly hope whatever i write for them you enjoy! you're the best!

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 66 ~ Just the Beginning

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 5

✧ Word Count : 6.7k

In this chapter ~ The search continues as the small group ventures out to make sure what Aaron claims is true. After taking every precaution in the books, they head out at nightfall to this so-called community. But the question remains; is this really the safe haven they've been hoping for?

We all stayed relatively silent for most of the journey trying to track down the vehicles in question. But even when the others started having a discussion, I didn't pay them too much attention. My head continuously turned to watch our backs, Abraham right by my side doing the exact same thing with the gun he brought clutched tightly in his hands. I was just glad I wasn't the only one that was paranoid. Everyone else seemed like this was just a casual Sunday stroll as we approached the unfamiliar area, while the two of us seemed to be the only ones that remembered what went down only moments ago.

"How ya doing, Missy?" Abraham's voice asked suddenly.

My brows furrowed in confusion, and it took me a second to realize he was talking to me, "Missy? You do know what my name is right?" I asked genuinely.

He let out a hearty laugh, "Yeah, I do...but I just have a thing for nicknames. Makes it more interesting."

I nodded slowly in understanding, "Okay, sure...but why Missy?"

"I don't know..." he said honestly with a simple shrug, "Just kinda suits you."

That only made me more confused, but I decided to just go along with it. I never really cared much for my name, so maybe this was a bit of an upgrade. "Alright, Missy it is...but I think it's only fair that I give you a nickname too."

"Go ahead." he nodded.

I thought for a moment while my eyes scanned him, before a small smirk was brought to my face, "I think Red suits you...for obvious reasons."

He laughed again at my smartass comment, "That sounds about right...Red and Missy, seems like a good pair to me."

"I have a feeling we will be." I replied with the smallest of smiles.

He returned the gesture while snorting a little in amusement, "You still didn't answer my question."

"I'm okay..." I reassured, almost as if I was reassuring myself as well, "At least...I'm trying to be okay."

"Hey," he said seriously, "That's all anyone can ask for these days; that you're trying. I'm proud of ya." he claimed before he clapped a gentle hand on my shoulder.

A smile made its way to my face once again, wrapping an arm around him in return as our steps seemed to fall in sync, "You're a pretty great guy, you know that? I'm glad I met you." I told him honestly.

He gave my shoulder a squeeze, "I'm real glad to have met you too."

After that we walked the majority of the way side by side, our arms now wrapped protectively around each other. It was nice to know that he would have my back, and I just hoped he knew I would have his; even though it was painfully obvious he could handle himself. I mean this man is a tank and could probably break someone's nose with his fucking pinky. But still, my offer still stands. It was crazy to remember in the beginning I didn't trust him one bit, thinking he was an absolute fool for believing in something so far beyond our reach. But now here he was, offering me comfort and reassurance when I needed it the most. And I apricated that more than he even knew.

A hand being placed on my back is what caused me to turn around, seeing Michonne over my shoulder as she tried to get my attention. "You mind if I talk to her alone?" she asked the man.

He nodded and gave my shoulder another squeeze, before picking up his pace toward the others to give us some space. I watched as she fell in line with me, something clearly clouding her mind, "What's up?"

She shook her head slightly, "Look...I know you don't trust Aaron, okay? I get that." she explained, her words causing me to sigh before she even finished, "But threatening him the way you did, not taking the gun away from his head...that was a lot."

"Chonne," I said warningly, "I don't know what to believe anymore...who I can put my faith in. Taking a risk like this, especially when we have kids with us, it's something we have to be cautious of."

She nodded her head, "I know that. But there's also risks with everything we do. Like helping a priest, or taking in a girl who was with The Governor...or when you helped a crazy lady with a sword." she smirked.

I scoffed, "No, that lady wasn't crazy...she was insane."

She nudged my shoulder with a small smile, "Ha ha." she said sarcastically, "My point is...we all took a chance with a stranger at one time or another, so how is this any different?"

I kept my eyes forward at the people in front of me, pondering over the question she clearly wanted a real answer to. How was it different? It was different because he wasn't alone out here, even if it truly was just one other person. It was different because he had a whole community waiting for him to come back, and who knows how dangerous those people really were. And it was different because they had been watching us for days, possibly weeks. That fact alone made me more weary.

So that's exactly what I told her. "It's different because he's not alone, and they've been watching us for...God only knows how long."

"To see if we would be a threat." she pointed out, "To see if we were good enough people to bring back to the community, maybe they did have a good reason to keep an eye on us. We don't necessarily look friendly and approachable walking mindlessly out here with guns in our hands."

I huffed softly, "Okay, that's fair. But we've been through so much, you know that. So, I'm sorry if I wanted to be extra careful about the whole situation...I can't lose anyone else."

"You don't have to." she reassured, her hand reaching down to give mine a comforting squeeze, "Just trust me on this. We're going to be okay."

I stared at her for a moment, reading her eyes to see that there was nothing but sincerity behind them which only caused me to reluctantly nod my head in agreement. She smiled at me, and we continued to walk together, filling the silence every once and a while when it was starting to feel too quiet. Though a part of me wanted to pick up the pace, knowing in the back of my mind that Rick was counting down the seconds until we came back safely, and I myself was also just as anxious to see if Aaron was really telling the truth.

It didn't take much longer venturing down the long road before we came across a single car and an RV parked off to the side, with fallen trees blocking them from moving any further. I mentally face palmed once I saw the sight, almost wanting it to be some kind of trap just so I could've proved my point. But instead, it just left me looking like the paranoid psycho of the group right alongside Rick.

"He was telling the truth." Michonne announced.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah we got that, Captain obvious, thank you." I muttered before nudging her and moving forward to walk next to the rest of them.

But before we were able to make it up to the vehicles to check them out, sudden rustling was heard from the bushes just to our right, causing all of us to quickly be on guard. We all collectively assumed the worst as we raised our weapons in the same direction, jumping out of our skin at the sudden noise.

"Not one step closer asshole!" Glenn called out.

But the sounds only grew louder as the figures approached, only to see it was just a couple walkers that emerged from the greenery, and we all seemed to sigh in slight relief that it wasn't more unknown people just beyond the trees.

"I got 'em." Abraham muttered as he grabbed his knife.

"We got 'em." I corrected while sending him a knowing glance, pulling out my silenced weapon as well from around my hips.

He nodded once before moving forward, easily taking down the walker that had its dead eyes targeted on him, while I killed off the one trailing farther behind the first, ripping my blade back out of its forehead.

"Quite the duo we are." I muttered as I cleaned its disgusting blood off of my blade.

"Damn right." he agreed, before cautiously followed me up to the RV to look inside.

I quickly stepped up to the door, ignoring his protests from behind me about letting him go first as I tugged the door open harshly with my gun raised. My eyes moved frantically around the place, moving down towards the other end of the narrow space to see if there was anyone inside, but was left with nothing. The only thing we managed to find were a lot of canned food items in the cabinets right above our heads.

Abraham didn't hesitate to rummage around through the stash, suddenly gasping as his fingertips brushed something towards the back. "Oh, hell yeah." he muttered as he pulled it out for me to see, reading the label to see it was chocolate pudding.

I laughed lightly with a nod in approval before we packed it back up, informing the others waiting outside that it was safe. None of us hesitated after that to pile into the vehicles to head back towards the barn, wanting everyone to know that we were all still alive.

It wasn't long before we pulled up to the destination without any problems, though we were all faced with a bunch of guns aimed in our faces the moment we stepped through the doors. But the group visibly relaxed once they saw it was just us, relieved to see we had made it back safely with seemingly no problem. One by one we brought in the many food items that were stashed away in the RV for the others to see, to which Rick quickly jumped on the opportunity to inspect every little thing. But in the end, nothing looked like it had been tampered with.

Rick then stepped forward, looking to where Aaron was now tied up, "This is ours now." he said matter-of-factly while holding up one of the cans in his grasp.

"There's more than enough." he assured.

"It ours whether or not we go to your camp." he said.

Carl made a face like he was dumbfounded, "Why wouldn't we go?" he asked suddenly.

"If he were lying, or if he wanted to hurt us; we wouldn't go. But he isn't...and he doesn't. We need this... so we're going, all of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently." Michonne spoke up.

There was a moment of silence before Daryl scoffed from beside me, "I dunno man...this barn smells like horse shit."

I nudged his side to silence him, hearing him mutter a small "ow" as he rubbed the sore spot on his arm. I was having trouble deciding if I should speak up or not when Michonne gave us the chance. He was telling the truth about the cars and the photos were actual proof that this place existed, but who knew if we were ready for this. Ready to commit to something so serious, and ready to meet a bunch of new people that may or may not be a threat.

But then I looked over at Carl holding Judith tightly in his arms and my heart instantly knew what it wanted. It wanted a safe place for everyone, but especially for these kids who deserved the whole world; and believe me I would give it to them if I could. Which is why for once in my life, I kept my mouth shut. For them.

I scanned everyone's faces around me and saw that no one seemed to be making an effort to protest and claim we shouldn't go, before my eyes landed on Rick. He looked to be deep in thought, seeing as everyone else was more than willing to explore this new opportunity, his eyes then meeting mine from among the others. The look on my face must've given him some type of reassurance because then next thing I knew, he was agreeing.

"Yeah." he muttered, "We're going."

Daryl squeezed my hip lightly when the decision was finally settled, looking up at him with the best smile I could muster. Although it was clear I wasn't fooling him in the slightest as he furrowed his brows a bit in concern, but he clearly knew that I was still weary of this place, unsure about everything as a whole. I just had to remind myself to be ready for anything, to not let my guard down for a very long time. At least not until I knew for sure that this community could keep us protected.

"So, where are we going? Where's your camp?" Rick asked.

The man looked a little unsure, "Every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel driving recruits back. I believe you're good people, I've bet my life on it...I'm just not ready to bet my friends lives on it."

"You're not driving." I spoke up, "So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how."

He looked up at me with clear hesitance, but the look I gave him caused his shoulders to slump in defeat before glancing back toward Rick. "Go north or Route 16." he muttered.

Rick began marking up the map in which direction to head, circling the road in question, "And then?" I pressed.

"I'll tell you when we get there." he said calmly.

I tilted my head a little at his stubbornness before getting down to his level, "You know, for a guy who desperately wants people to trust him, you sure are being pretty vague about where you're taking us." I said lowly.

He didn't have a chance to respond before Rick spoke up, "We'll take 23 North, you'll give us directions from there."

"That's– I don't know how else to say it, that's a bad idea. We've cleared 16 it'll be faster." he assured.

"We'll take 23." Rick argued casually, "We'll leave at sundown."

Sasha spoke up from the back, "We're doing this at night?"

"Look, I know it's dangerous, but it's better than riding up to the gates during the day. If it isn't safe, we need to get out before they know we're there."

"No one is going to hurt you." Aaron slightly snapped, probably fed up with the constant accusations towards him and his friends.

"We don't know that." I clapped back, "We don't know anything about this place other than what it fucking looks like."

He shook his head at me, "I know you're trying to protect your group, but you're putting them in danger."

Rick stood to his full height and walked right up beside me, "Tell us where the camp is, we'll leave right now." he said simply.

Aaron just slowly shook his head and looked back down to the ground. I scoffed before standing back up from my hunched position while Rick addressed the others, "It's going to be a long night. Eat, and rest if you can." he nodded, before slowly walking outside to get some air.

A long night...that was a mild way of putting it.

All of us tried our best to get at least a little sleep before we headed out for the camp, but it was proven to be more difficult than we anticipated considering the amount of stress and anxiety that weighed heavily in the space. We could all feel it, how much it was affecting us. And it was safe to say no one got even a wink of rest within the few hours we sat there doing absolutely nothing.

I couldn't stop overthinking even if I tried. Daryl tried numerous times to reassure me of my worries, even trying to get me to lay beside him so I could sleep, but my mind just wouldn't stop racing. My restlessness only influenced his own as he couldn't seem to settle either. The time passed by incredibly slow while we talked with one another to try and ease the obvious worry, but it didn't help much. Nothing seemed to. Now I only wished Abraham had saved that whiskey.

The moment the sun began to dip in the sky, we all gathered our things to pack up and head out for the journey ahead. It was then Rick pulled me aside and asked if I would ride in the separate car where Aaron would be just in case things went wrong. And I agreed; anything that would help put his mind at ease. Daryl was obviously hesitant to let me go alone, but he did nonetheless, knowing that I could handle myself if need be. Even if he wasn't around to protect me.

I kept my weapons on me securely as we rounded everyone up, starting up the engines to head off once it grew dark enough to move without being spotted. And though it was a cautious idea to stay out of sight, it was proving to be more difficult to see.

My body was leant against the passenger side door while Rick drove through the night, Glenn and Aaron just in the back. Right then and there I found myself wishing I had ridden in the RV along with everyone else. Not because I suddenly felt unsafe, but because of the God awful awkward silence the filled the car. Rick was tense as he drove, gripping the steering wheel tightly, the rest of us clearly playing it safe as to not say a word at the feeling of his energy.

Out of my own boredom, I eventually reached for the glove compartment to see what was inside, pulling out a few license plates that laid comfortably inside. I flipped through the few that were in my hands, noticing that they were all from different states, each unique and colorful.

"Oh, I'm trying to get all fifty to hang them up in my house." Aaron said, glancing over my shoulder to see what I had grabbed.

I turned around to look at him, "You have your own house?"

"Mhm." he hummed with a nod of his head.

My eyes instinctively glanced back toward Rick to see I had caught his eye, having a silent exchange before I put the license plates back where I found them without a word. It didn't really surprise me anymore that he and I could just give a certain look and instantly seem to know what was going through one another's minds. I didn't know how we did it, but we did. Like twin telepathy or some freaky shit.

Though Aaron seemed to quickly catch onto it, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of us to catch the small act before quietly clearing his throat.

"So...I might be totally wrong here, but are you- are you guys...together?" he hesitantly asked.

I quickly looked back to see him gesturing between Rick and I, and we both instantly shook our heads with disapproving noises. "Oh, hell no." I muttered a little too loud.

"Hey." Rick spoke a bit offendedly.

"Oh, come on," I scoffed, "Don't get all upset, it's just...you're..." I trailed off as I looked at him, trying to find a good explanation, "You're Rick." I said simply as I gave him a pat on the shoulder.

He nodded slowly with a huff, "Alright, yeah fair enough."

Aaron chuckled a bit awkwardly whilst Glenn tried not to laugh at all at the assumption. "So...you're with someone else?" Aaron asked again, clearly just trying to make conversation.

"Yeah..." I said cautiously, "I thought it was kind of obvious."

"The guy with the crossbow?" he guessed.

I thought for a moment if I should really commit to the truth, knowing he could easily use it against me if he wanted. But realistically what could he do? His hands were currently tied behind his back as we had control of the car we were riding in; safe to say we had the upper hand. So, I simply nodded my head to confirm, not wanting to get too deep into that hole.

"He looks like the guy you would want to have around...seems protective, and...scary."

I snorted softly at his honesty, not being able to agree more as I stayed quiet once again, the car falling back into a silence that was a little less tense than before.

My gaze kept panning back over towards the side mirror, making sure I could still see Abraham following close behind us in the RV with the headlights almost blinding me every time I looked. And then that's when it hit me. When Rick was looking through the many pictures Aaron provided, I didn't recall seeing one single person in any of them.

I turned back around slowly and made eye contact with the man, "How come you didn't have any pictures of your group?"

"Oh, I took one. But the exposure wasn't right." he said casually.

My suspicion only grew as I stared at him before turning back to Rick, sharing another uneasy look, "Did you ask him the questions?" Glenn asked.

"No..." Rick sighed.

I turned back to him again, "How many walkers have you killed?"

He shook his head at me, confusion creeping onto his features as his brow furrowed, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Did I stutter? How many?" I asked again.

He shrugged, "I don't know...a lot."

"How many people have you killed?"

This was the question that most people seemed to hesitate on, and he clearly wasn't any different than the rest as he paused for a moment and thought, but didn't break my gaze. "Two." he stated.

"Why?"

"Because they tried to kill me."

I found myself nodding in understanding, seeing he looked to be telling the truth as I turned back to face the road again. His answers made sense and he didn't fumble on any of them. Maybe this could all work out.

"What the hell is this?" Rick asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked down to see some type of machine, not fully understanding what it was used for upon first glance. My brows furrowed as I picked it up to inspect it a bit better than before, my eyes slightly widening when it clicked in my mind.

"You were listening to us?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the object in my hands.

He sighed, "I already said I was watching you...so, yes I was listening too."

Rick's head snapped over to me, "This means his people could have one too. They could've heard our plan, this isn't safe!"

In the midst of all the yelling and panic, I glanced up just in time to see the sudden large group of walkers ahead on the road, "Watch out!"

"Shit!" Rick cursed, not having enough time to swerve as he started to plow right through them at an intense speed.

Blood splattered all over the windshield and I cringed at the sounds of the snarls mixed with the crunches of their decaying bones. But to my surprise, he didn't slow down or stop at any point, his foot only pushing further on the gas as we continued to hit one dead body after another.

"Rick!" I yelled.

"They were right behind us! They would've hit us, now they can get out." Rick said as he nodded behind us toward the others.

The growls never subsided as he continued to fucking send it through the herd, their blood now coating the car to the point where the headlights were now tinted red as they illuminated our surroundings. All of us flinched every time he ran over one after another, silently wondering how the hell we were going to get out of this if they just kept coming. But the numbers slowly dwindled down once we got through the worst, Rick managing to find a clearing near the grass where he harshly pulled the car over, shoving it in park before suddenly getting out. It was confirmed; he lost his damn mind.

My eyes widened as I quickly hopped out alongside him, peering at him over the car, "What the hell are you doing!?"

"I don't see them!" he yelled back as he looked behind us for the RV that had seemingly disappeared.

I followed his line of sight and noticed that I couldn't see any other set of headlights coming our way. A pit formed in my stomach at all the possibilities of what could've happened to them, and it such a short span of time.

"They had to have gotten away. Let's go circle back and find them." he announced.

I just nodded my head and got back in the vehicle, watching as he attempted to clean off the windshield from the disgusting blood and guts as much as he could before jumping back in the driver's seat. Glenn frantically handed him the map as he gave him directions on where to go, Rick nodding his head to confirm he heard as he tried to turn the key to bring the engine to life. But of course, it refused to start, only managing to sputter pathetically.

"Son of a bitch." I cursed.

"Come on!" Rick yelled as he hit the steering wheel, trying to turn the key again but was just met with clicking when the scrap of metal didn't budge.

Glenn cursed from the back as he then rushed out of the car, trying to see if he could fix whatever was happening while Rick aggressively kept turning the key over and over again. The sound of the herd was growing nearer with the more attention we drew to ourselves, opening up my door to peer out and see how much time we had before they were on our asses. The group was large and unescapable if we continued to just sit here, being at war with myself as I considered the possibility of outrunning them instead.

"We need to leave now." Aaron said with a crack of panic in his voice.

"Yeah, no shit." Rick sneered as he tried again to start it up again.

I sat back in the seat with a breath, raking my brain for anything that would help us, when a flicker of red light suddenly caught my attention from above the night sky. "Look!" I said as I pointed to the flare.

"Shit..." Aaron muttered.

Rick looked back at him, "Who did that?"

"I need to leave. This is over, let me out. I need to get out of here." he muttered frantically as he tried to exit the car with his bonded wrists.

Rick and I continued to press him for answers, but all it was doing was making his panic grow, avoiding every single one we threw at him as his sole focus was getting out of the car as fast as possible. But he quickly realized he wasn't getting anywhere on his own. It wasn't until Glenn opened up the back door to see if we saw the same flare that he did, and Aaron didn't waste the opportunity. In an instant, he kicked Glenn backward and onto the ground so he could stumble out of the car clumsily and take off toward the woods.

"Fuck no." I muttered under my breath before swiftly exiting the car to run after him.

"Rose, just leave him! We have to find our people!" Rick yelled after me.

I turned back briefly, "They saw that flare, they think we shot it! This is how we find them!" I yelled, taking out my gun before rushing through the dark forest.

I sprinted quickly through the woods, squinting to see which way he turned, but it was far too hard to tell what direction his figure turned off in. I heard heavy footsteps following behind me, seeing Rick and Glenn hot on my heels trying to catch up as I continued to move with ease. The three of us mindlessly searched, continuously watching our backs for the walkers that managed to follow behind. But apparently there was a lot more than we anticipated.

My heavy steps came to a sudden halt when a number of them had somehow surrounded us in the pitch black, leaving us with no kind of opening as we made out their figures. I aimed my gun to fire at the ones near, backing up simultaneously as they followed with every shot I gave, being drawn toward the noise. My breathing was heavy as I killed them off one by one, unaware of how much distance I was putting between me and the others. Just focusing on staying alive long enough to pinpoint them again.

Eventually once the last body fell to the ground, I whipped back to see if I could spot them, but instead I had completely lost sight of where they had gone. I listened carefully for any kind of indication of which direction they escaped, but I was only met with the sounds of my own heart racing, everything turning oddly quiet.

Though a sudden scream tore through the silence, causing me to immediately take off toward the noise. All I could think as I ran was the worst case scenario, not knowing if a walker had somehow gotten them, if they had ran into more trouble with strangers, or if someone just tripped. The possibilities were endless. But I slowed to a stop when I came across the victim, seeing Aaron pinned up against a tree as a walker was trying to grab him, pushing it away desperately with his feet while his hands were still tied.

I debated in my mind for a moment, wondering if I should just leave him to fend for himself after the stunt he just pulled moments ago. But my conscience managed to get the better of me in the end. I groaned to myself in frustration, jogging up the rest of the way to take out my knife and stab the walker in the head harshly. The moment I pulled my weapon back and the walker fell limp, his fearful eyes met my own, sputtering to try and say something. But I didn't give him the chance before I was turning him around forcefully.

"Don't make me regret this." I muttered before cutting the rope that held his wrists in a death grip, tearing it apart.

He turned back towards me and opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of gunshots from a distance cut him off and caught both of our attention, and I knew I had to follow them. "Run if you want, I don't give a shit anymore. I have better things to worry about."

"Wait." he called out just as I went to walk away, "We...we can make it together, but we can only make it together..."

I looked him over for a moment, "So, you're with me?" I asked genuinely.

He nodded shakily, seeming to be sure of himself. I gave him a nod in return, allowing myself to put my trust in him for once as I told him to keep up before we took off again. We ran side by side trying to pinpoint the noise of Glenn and Rick now calling my name and the gunfire that followed. Though it was difficult to find, everything feeling like it was bouncing off each other in every direction. But finally with the little once of luck we had left, the two of us managed to catch a glimpse of them fighting off the remaining lone walkers around the area.

I quickly ran up and aimed my weapon towards the few they hadn't gotten yet from behind, the sudden noise making the both of them whip around, relief washing over their features.

"You can tie me up again, but you have to hurry." Aaron said.

"No time." Rick grumbled, "We have to go."

We didn't need to be told twice, quickly making our way back toward the road to try and figure out where the beam of light originally came from. Rick mentioned that it was near the water tower, one that seemed to be further down the long and windy road. But none of us hesitated to pick up our pace down towards the giant thing sticking out high above the trees to find our people.

Once we were finally close enough to the structure, I began to follow the tire tracks that they had left behind. The thick black marks were only growing closer as I followed them through the small town that was nearly completely run down, tracking them all the way until we hit an alleyway. The RV was parked on the side, and I let out a single whistle, waiting for a response before any of us took another step closer through the dark and unfamiliar place.

Only seconds passed before we heard the same whistle tone calling right back to us, that being all we needed to hear to spring forward again, wanting to make sure they were all okay. The door to the bricked building right beside the RV flew open as everyone seemed to pile out at one time to make sure we were okay after the disaster that followed. I made a beeline toward Daryl the moment I spotted him, falling into his opened arms in exhaustion while letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You alright?" he asked softly, kissing the side of my head.

I nodded slowly against his frame, "Yeah...yeah, I'm good."

I looked around to everyone else once we parted from each other, hugging whoever I could reach as I saw there wasn't a scratch on any of them. But I managed to catch out of the corner of my eye, Aaron quickly disappearing into the building they all came out of just moments ago. Like it was almost familiar to him.

I managed to sneak off and follow him hesitantly, the main space only being lit up by the moon just outside the windows, before seeing an orange light dispersing from the room around the corner. Peeking my head inside, my eyes widened as I saw Aaron fully making out with another man who was laying down on an old mattress, his foot wrapped up like he was injured. I subtly held my breath as I didn't want to intrude, obviously seeing the moment I was about to interrupt before slowly backing up to head back outside without a word.

Everyone's eyes snapped to me when the door creaked open, and I just shook my head. "We should give them a minute."

But Rick was fast to stalk up toward the door behind me, "No, let's not." he said before entering anyways despite my disguised protest.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, "Okay." I muttered before turning to follow everyone else back inside the building.

We all piled into the small dim lit room just outside of where Rick vanished, waiting patiently as the group spread out to sit or lean against a nearby wall. Though it wasn't very long before the two men came back outside, Aaron looking more than grateful as he stared at all of us.

"Thank you." he said sincerely, "You saved Eric. I owe you, all of you. And I will make sure that debt is paid in full when we get to our community."

Oh yeah. Tell me why I completely forgot our whole agenda just because of a minor bump in the road.

"Now, I'm not sure about you but I'd rather not do any more driving tonight...maybe we can hit the road tomorrow morning." he continued.

"That sounds fine." Rick said from behind him, "But if we're staying the night here, you're sleeping over there." he pointed to a corner, far away from where Eric was staying.

Maggie stepped up, "You really think we gotta do that?"

"It's the safe play; we don't know you." Rick argued.

"The only way you're going to stop me from being with him right now is by shooting me." Aaron said, his eyes full of seriousness.

A small smirk played on my lips at his determination, but it quickly fell when I saw that Rick wasn't budging and was probably contemplating shooting him for real.

"Rick," my voice caught his attention, "Come on."

"You trust him?" he asked me.

I sighed before stepping a bit closer to close the gap between us so I could lower my voice, "They're both unarmed and one of them has a broken ankle. He's just worried about him...and I know I would be the same way if it were Daryl in there. Just take a breath."

He searched my eyes for any sign that I was unsure, "One man." I said simply, "Just like he said."

Rick exhaled heavily as he silently knew I was right; he was telling the truth from the very start. Why lie now? "Alright." he agreed, letting Aaron pass back into the room.

Everything then began to quiet down. The others managed to spread out among the small room, finding a good place to rest for the evening before we would be on the road again the first thing in the morning according to Rick. The night was peaceful. It was moments like these where I missed Beth the most, how she would sing a song that everyone fell absolutely in love with. Her soft voice echoing around the prison cells in the most beautiful way, leaving us all smiling. My back was leaning against the wall with my knees to my chest, as I fiddled with her bracelet on my wrist.

My fingers tugged at the material while my gaze was glued to the colorful yarn, only looking back up when I heard Daryl's familiar footsteps heading toward me. I smiled faintly, watching as he wordlessly handed me a bottle of water before taking a seat beside me.

I thanked him quietly and took a swing to quench my dry throat, before passing it right back to him, "What do ya think?" he asked.

I looked at him, "About what?"

"Bout the community...ya think it's as safe as it seems?" he spoke a bit hesitantly.

I shrugged, "I don't know...I hope it is. But that still doesn't mean we should completely trust it no matter how it looks. Looks can still be...deceiving."

"That's okay," he reassured, "Bein cautious is okay."

"I know..." I nodded, leaning my head back against the surface as I stared at him, "Just...know that whatever happens tomorrow...I'm still with you till the end."

A growing smile was brought to his face, nodding firmly in agreement, "You 'n me, baby." he promised in return, reaching down for my hand to leave a gentle kiss against my palm.

The following morning was nerve racking...dreadful. Leaving us on edge for what we were going to see walking into this unfamiliar place. Rick drove the small car once again, glancing down at the map every once and a while to be certain he was going the right way. My hands fidgeted anxiously in my lap once I knew we were getting closer, feeling Daryl gently intertwine our fingers to get me to calm down, even for just a moment. But he was nervous too; I could sense that clear as day even if he wouldn't admit it.

To be honest I didn't even know if he truly wanted to come here, at least not for himself. It felt as if his reasons for agreeing only matched my own, so everyone else could be protected. And nothing else mattered.

My attention was then drawn to the front as I felt Rick slow down the vehicle, seeing we had made it up to the front gates, rolling down his window to take a listen to the surroundings. I watched as his eyes shifted from stern and cold, to soft and hopeful at the sound of children laughing and people talking about behind the large walls before us. His demeanor instantly shifting.

He set a gentle hand on his son's shoulder from the passenger seat before looking back at us with the smallest of nods, shutting off the engine so we could all pile out. The remainder of the group slowly emerged from the RV as we all came to stand in front of the giant gated place before us, almost in disbelief that this somehow wasn't a dream. I chewed my lip anxiously, and automatically reached for Daryl's hand to give it a nervous squeeze.

Without taking his eyes off the gate, I felt him squeeze my hand back three times as I subtly held my breath in anticipation. All I could do in that moment was hope, which was something I thought we lost long ago. But maybe, just maybe, we didn't.

Maybe this was just the beginning.

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If you are/replace Sebastian includes;

*Reader is female mentioned but I could care less, you just have to be human. Have I done something like this before can't remember...

Oh you poor soul. You don't even know how you got in this mess. You were one day suddenly locked up in a plastic cage and this strange man bought you for an even stranger boy. Now you're stuck with them forever.

The closest you act to in terms of 'first meet' is close to Pomni. And yes you have went into the UNKNOWN and Luther had to pull you back but in this case, the unknown is much more dangerous.

And now you're trying your best to hide and run away from all of them in their weird crazy house of nonsense. Unfortunately you can't even hide well because Randal's dolls will always find you. Luther is another thing. You can't act out in front of around him or else you'll be a 'bad pet' and "that's not how girls supposed to act." His words not mine. Even if you've been put in the ridiculous jester outfit. You'd prefer if they put you in those discipline outfit forever if it means to leave you alone. It doesn't matter if you lose your body.

You got a high chance into being part of the family because Luther might want a little sister but let's not go there. This time.

The other two 'people' in the house, Nyen and Nyon, you thought you could trust but apparently not. You try to avoid them both, mostly Nyen because of the times he threatened you. Although Nyon doesn't do much, it's best to not engage in any way. Why am I describing things like this is your diary?

Actually you might have a diary. But hide them well or else everyone and I mean EVERYONE will read it if you misplaced it anywhere. Randal loves to snoop especially around you. Luther says it's to get to know you better but like a parent, he's a liar because if he reads anything he doesn't like, he'll punish you accordingly. Nyen can use it to manipulate you and make fun of you but Nyon reads it... And that's it. He doesn't do much about it but he's bold so he will gave it back to you even if it's open and in the middle of reading it.

After maybe weeks or even months if time manages to slip later because if you cannot make sense of time, how can you even know the time - you're getting use to it. Not comfortable of course but it's to the point where you aren't actively scared to even look behind you.

You know what, you should be just a little bit grateful that you are Randal's 'friend' while also being under him by being a pet because if you remember in Lucid 14, it shows that Randal likes to keep parts of his 'friends' as the bible recruiter dudes were leaving(But it could also imply that it's his first time doing it while alive or smth). So yeah that's one way to lose skin.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You(ooc);

Randal: "Oh you met my friend?? Did she escaped again if you knew em... Eh impossible but since you know her, I KNOW YOU~!! A friend to my pet is a friend to mee now come here and let's have some funn." How did you get in touch with her- actually doesn't matter to Randal, more friends the merrier.

Luther: "Hm. Troublesome at first but oh well she's just getting use to her new home that's all so I won't blame them for that. Getting docile but still needs precautions." Somehow he treats you more of an experiment than a pet. Maybe you're those last options regularly people would consider to.

Nyen: He exited the interview because a reaction of the 'new' pet of the house from him is a waste of time to him. You're not worth his trouble. But he did said something about how fun watching you struggle when him and or his master catch you escaping.

Nyon: We couldn't find him to get an interview so we came to the conclusion that he has nothing to say about you. Maybe a little pity. That's all.

Bonus? Tsukada Satoru: "Ah she's quite cute but should keep a certain distance away from Randal. Hm? Jealous? In what way or to who exactly? Randal? Oh I could never. Randal is my best friend, I'm just protecting him away from her." Maybe if you play his heart well, he'll take more of a fancy to you.

[staytinyville]

OUTLAW (16)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

Series Masterlist

Warning: None

BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz)

You tried your hardest to not jump off your moving horse when the looks of a camp came into view. Yunho was the one leading so he was the first to spot the logo they had created ages ago on a flag. When you caught sight of the man rushing forward, you were quick to follow along. 

It took you all about five hours to find the camp the others had settled on. You had concluded that the entire journey probably could have been made in four, but seeing as how you all had to scavenge to find the marking Hongjoong left, an extra hour was added. 

It seemed as though they went along the creek while also trying to stay hidden from it. Who knew if people were to follow along and come across them. The marking Hongjoong had left for you all really helped in finding the direction they headed. It seemed the boys had made their small camp next to a brook that stemmed off from the creek. 

“Captain!” Yunho shouted with a large smile on his face. 

The tall man’s shout startled the men around the camp. They all whipped their heads around at Yunho’s shout and quickly threw down all that they had in their hands. With excited yelps from Wooyoung and joyful laughs that fell from San’s lips, they all huddled together to get a hug in. Hongjoong had a smile on his face as he patted all of his members on the back. 

Wooyoung was of course the first one to notice you getting off your horse, quickly separating himself to rush up to you. “Sweetheart!” He cried out, pulling you into a hug. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping your head into his shoulder as you clenched onto him tightly. “You're all okay.” You whispered into his neck.

“Of course we are.” Wooyoung grinned. He pulled back to look you over. “We've done this plenty of times.” The boy teased. 

Someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, causing you to turn your head. “Darling.” The buff man greeted. 

“San.” You whispered, rubbing your hands along his arms on your waist. San’s closed eye smile came into your view, which made you beam as tears started to well under your lids.

“You found us.” Hongjoong spoke up, talking to the rest of his members who didn’t have to go into hiding. 

“No, that was thanks to Angel.” Yunho grinned. “ Honestly, the things her brain comes up with are outstanding. I'd say she'd be a great leader for a gang.”

You deadpanned at the man’s teasing smile on you. You tried not to laugh at his words, so you opt to shake your head. “You're so funny I forgot to laugh.” You told him sarcastically. 

“We'd never let you do that.” Seonghwa laughed, bumping his shoulder with yours. “If you were to join a gang, it'd be ours.”

You licked your lips slowly as you looked over at all the boys. A smile threatens to take over your face as you watch them playfully bicker with each other. The family dynamic they had made you almost jealous of it. They were much more than friends, but yet they knew that they could go to each other like ones. 

You grinned. “Can't do that yet if I don't know you all well enough. Who says I trust you yet?” You teased.

“You think we are so great!” Wooyoung exclaimed. “If you didn’t, you wouldn't have been so worried about us.”

You gasped, lips pulled tightly as you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “Where did you hear that?” You pouted. 

“No one needs to tell me to know you were.” The boy’s face remained in a grin, but his words softened as he looked at you. 

A blush began to settle on your face as he looked down at you with an intense stare. You were something precious to him–more than any kind of jewel he would steal or the money he would win with San. He wanted to save you as a reward for all his hard work. He was glad to know you cared for them in some way. 

“Doll?” A new voice interrupted from the edge of the clearing. 

You turned around in San’s grasp, taking in the sight of the tall pink haired man. He was carrying some game, dropping it down when he saw you turn to look at him. “Mingi.” You gasped out, rushing to reach him. 

Mingi grunted as your body slammed into him, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady. As he wrapped a hand around the back of your head, he suddenly felt you shaking and he was reminded of that night he left you with Seonghwa. “Woah.” He cooed, trying to pry you off his chest. 

“Hey, why are you crying?” He held your cheeks in his hands, bending down to be eye level with you. His thumb continued to wipe at the tears that flowed out, pulling you back into his chest when your shaking didn’t go down. 

“I was worried about all of you, dammit.” You sniffled. The others walked closer to the two of you, smiling as they realized how much they meant to you.

“Told you.” Wooyoung snickered. He yelped when Jongho punched his arm, a pout on his lips as he soothed the bruise that was probably going to form. 

You took in a deep breath, trying to calm down the sobs that had racked through your body. “I was so scared they found you and were going to put you all on death row.” You turned around in Mingi’s arms, choosing to look at all the boys who were watching you.

“Hey, we'd never let that happen.” Yeosang spoke softly, moving forward to drift his fingers over your head. “Captain would never have that happen to any of us.” You looked over to the man with blue hair who stood with crossed arms behind everyone.

“We're not going anywhere. It's been too long for us to give up.” Seonghwa smirked.

“Besides,” Mingi’s arms wrapped themselves around your middle, his head leaning down onto your shoulder. “We have you to look after now.”

Your cries turned into soft hiccups. You tried your best to wipe at your face, thinking you probably looked like an animal with how much you cried in a short amount of time. 

“You guys don't have to look after me. I'm not a child.” You laughed.

“But you're special to us.” San smiled. “You're part of the gang now.”

“Welcome to ATEEZ.” Yunho grinned, his cheeks puffing out with his smile. “The group of outlaws that protect those who need it most.”

You giggled to cover up your flustered state, which prompted the boys to coo at you. “I forgot, pretty girl likes when she gets attention.” Seonghwa told the others.

“Oh! This is great news!” Wooyoung quickly pulled you into his hold, wrapping his arms tight around you. 

“Wooyoung.” Mingi lightly scolded. 

“Look at her! She’s a tomato!” Wooyoung’s laugh sounded in your ears, which prompted you to lightly hit the boy’s arm. 

“Stop!” You scolded with a pout. All that got was more laughter. 

As the boys started to tease you for your red face, Hongjoong watched from the back as they all interacted with you. He had a small smile on his face as he took in how well you all got along. However, before his mind could stray into waters he didn’t think were possible, he sighed to himself. With his hands in his pants pockets, he turned around to head back into his tent. 

You watched with sad eyes as he left the group, his face looking as though he was in deep thought. The others had often told you that he was someone who looked after all of them. The stress on his shoulders was much larger than he cared to admit. You knew that being part of the group was going to put a strain on his emotions over what to do. While you hadn’t really spent much time with him, it was clear he carried a heavy burden on his shoulders to protect his gang. 

You wanted all of them to be your friends and weren’t going to allow the captain to single himself out. You were going to make it your mission to have him think of you as someone more than just the girl who was cared for by the boys. Not only that, but you wanted him to see you as part of his group of friends too. 

Series Masterlist

@thefrog3223 , @iarayara , @0rangemilk , @explorewithd , @detectivedoodle , @bangtanxberm , @a1i33aa , @loveforred , @drunken-deitence , @0325tiny , @the-ghostest-with-the-mostest , @atinyreads , @atinytinaa , @lexiigom , @smilingtokki , @mismatchfluffysocks , @brain-empty-only-draken , @sousydive , @alex-tinyy , 

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Repaid in kind.

Warning : nsfw, blowjob

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "continuation of "so no head ?" where you repay buggy by giving him head."

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part ONE

As said earlier, Buggy's day had started so badly, despite a few (one) highlights.

The one being giving head to a pretty boy. But a second one was about to come ; getting his body back.

"Someone's feeling threatened." Buggy teased through the bag.

"Shut up !" Both Sanji and Zoro yelled.

"Then get me back to my body ! We're close, I can feel my toes !" He said, his body trashing against the restraints. "Trust me, I can help you guys win this thing !"

"I swear clown, if you screw us over." Said Zoro while Sanji grabbed the bag from your back to open it, the head falling to the ground before hopping and flying to the rest of his body.

"Yes !" That was it. He finally had his body back. Entirely. "Yes, yes, oh !" He hugged his body, happy to be able to do so and finally feel his hands, feet, legs and torso. "Oh, it's so much better than I even remembered !" He could almost cry.

Zoro and Sanji looked at him while you grinned, amused. When Buggy looked up and saw your two friends staring at him, waiting for him to do something, he quickly decided to put them on the same page.

"Hey, so, um… I'm gonna get out of here." He said, flipping them both at the same time before skipping to the side.

"Hey !" Zoro called with a big voice, making him turn around.

"Sorry, kiddos. I'd love to make things right, but it's time to exit stage left."

"Fucking clown."

"Oh no, you won't !" You yelled, quickly running after him, jumping over the corpses of the fishmen on your path.

"[Name] !" Sanji called.

"Leave him, he's gone." Zoro said, already focusing on the fishman that just entered the park.

You could hear the clown's maniacal laughter as he sprinted before you, going as fast as he could to not fall on any other fishmen or get caught by you.

You ran like this in the woods for a good five minutes, slowly but surely getting closer to him, you could almost grab his coat with the tip of your fingers.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, just a little. bit. more. Just…

You yanked him back toward you as he let out a loud yelp, falling against you. You pushed him to the nearest tree, both regaining your breaths as he raised his hands up in surrender.

"You said you'd help us !" You said, a little bit louder than intended.

"I lied. Pirates lie, sweetheart."

You pushed him again against the tree, making him laugh and smile.

"C'mon, handsome, what did you expect ? You really thought I'd help straw hat ?"

You said nothing, huffing and frowning instead. You really don't know what you hoped.

"But you're right, I almost forgot something." He said, softly caressing your cheek. "We do have unfinished business, you and I." He smiled, his thumb moving toward your lips.

Your eyes widened, remembering what you two did earlier.

"Oh right. Because you were 'left all hot and fucking bothered' ?" You repeated his words and he nodded, smiling.

"So ? What do you say ? Care to repay the favor ?" He looks at you, already eager to begin, shifting in place.

His back against the tree, he was breathing heavily as his eyes watched you kneel in front of him, pulling his pants down. You grabbed his still soft cock, giving it a few strokes, looking him in the eyes before kissing his tip.

"Ahh yeahh…" He placed his hands on your head, gently patting it.

You continued to touch and caress him til he was hard enough, your tongue sticking out of your mouth to slowly lick him.

Buggy sighed, pulling your head closer, forcing you to put your lips on him. But you resisted, your head pushing against his hand so you remained in place.

"Fuck, c'mon…" He said, already growing impatient and desperate.

But you continued to give him licks and kisses, his cock twitching against your hot tongue, your breath tickling his sensitive skin. He continued to stare at you, watching your tongue swirl around his tip.

One of your hands was by his balls, caressing and fondling them as he closed his eyes, mouth wide open.

"Yeah, just- like that… ah !"

You continued to lick him, your tongue lapping at his leaking tip, precum already pooling out. His cock twitched against your lips, desperately wanting to get in.

"Oh fuck ! Yeah. That's it. Good boy." He moaned as your mouth finally wrapped around his dick. This time he could be as loud as he wanted, no one was around to interrupt you.

"Oh…"

And god was he loud. Moaning, sighing, humming, talking, blabbing, his mouth was constantly running.

"Fuck you're doing so good- feels so- don't stop, don't stop !"

You bobbed your head up and down, almost choking when he bucked his hips into you but you didn't stop.

"Doing so well, hands- Ah !"

He gasped when you slapped his balls, the sting knocking the wind out of his lungs only to come back slowly as you caressed them, soothing the area gently. You did that a few times as he squirmed in your touch.

Whispering out a "Ah, fuck !" followed by your name.

He wiggled his feet, spreading his legs more as if to push more of himself into your mouth. His tip going right down your throat as you swallowed around him. Deeper, he wanted to go deeper.

You continued to play with his balls as he moaned, whispering your name softly. You hummed around him, sending vibrations down his dick and he moaned louder.

His blue pubes tickled your nose each time you leaned closer. And you couldn't help but find it very attractive.

"Fuck. Fucking shit !" He cursed, feeling his climax approach, bucking his hips into your mouth as you kept it open for him to use. Tears in your eyes as you tried not to gag around him.

With one final thrust Buggy came in your mouth, spilling some of his cum on your lips and chin as he breathed loudly, huffing and groaning.

"Fuck…"

You stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled, cupping his cheeks before pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes widened as he felt your tongue push his cum inside his mouth, making him hum in surprise and try to pull away only to be stopped by the tree behind his back.

"Now we're even." You said, pulling away.

Buggy sighed, his head falling back and he smiled.

"That we are, sweetheart."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can you do the “forgot their underwear” ask but with the mafias and the other horrors

The first part of the ask is here. I did all the other pairs of skeletons because we don't see them that often here.

Horrorswap Sans - He actually feels a little sad. He knows his brother is not trusting him anymore. Pumpkin used to tell him all this stuff before what happened Underground. He's happy for his brother, but a bit bittersweet.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He doesn't really care. His brother can do what he wants in his free time, it's not of his business. He's still a bit curious though and might not so discreetly spy on them to see what his S/O's look like.

Horrorfell Sans - He thought you were talking to him and naturally started to flirt saying he's flattered but that doesn't belong to him before he sees you're staring at his brother. He's confused for a long moment before realizing he's holding in his hands the underwear his brother wore before... He screams and throws it at his brother in panic, then screams he needs to wash his hands. He's going to get sick. Chief and his S/O are dying of laughter in the living-room.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He stares with a big smile as his brother slowly loses his words and turns tomato red in front of his eyes, so embarrassed, then asks out loud if he was going to tell him before the wedding or what. Copper hisses at him and not so silently asks him to shut the hell up. Chief just smirks back.

Outertale Sans - He couldn't see what his brother's S/O gave Sun so, curious, he floats above them, before brutally coughing when he realizes, then losing his focus to fly and then suddenly crash between the two of them. When he realizes the underwear fell on his head, he high-pitched screams and teleports out of here as fast as he can, blushing hard.

Outertale Papyrus - He jokingly asks his S/O if they saw he has two magic... Moon screams in horror and jumps on his face to make him shut up, closing his mouth with his two hands. Now S/O is curious. What is this thing Moon has doubled? Moon begs S/O to forget about it. Sun just wiggles his eyebrows to his S/O with a big smile.

Dancetale Sans - Rambo starts to chuckle as his brother suddenly blushes, speechless and embarrassed, frantically trying to hide the underwear in a drawer. When he finally manages too, Rambo opens the drawer, picks the underwear back, and starts to laugh like a hyena. Salsa slams the drawer close on his fingers to make him pay.

Dancetale Papyrus - He gasps loudly before jumping out of the window. He doesn't want to know. Act like he's not here and he will definitely act like none of this ever happened.

Dancefell Sans - He rolls his eyes. Tango is dramatic, he's sure he forgot his underwear on purpose just so his S/O would come to take them back. Tango is thanking them very loudly. It sounds so exaggerated that Rumba wants to die. Rumba leaves and goes to his room. Yuck.

Dancefell Papyrus - Tango starts to smile wildly. At least until his brother grabs him by the collar and threatens to break his camera to pieces if he talks about this on his Tik Tok account. Aw :( But it's funny! You're missing out!

Farmtale Sans - He stares in disbelief as his brother starts to panic. Then he thinks for a second, then he gasps, outraged. "so that's where you went when you said you were going to fetch the sheep and then you didn't show up for four hours?" Scandalous! He can't believe it! You let him do all the work to go yoo-hoo with your human D: He's shocked.

Farmtale Papyrus - Ben is shocked that his brother is actually interested in that activity. He looks more obsessed with his fields than by this. You learn something new every day, he guesses. Now he can't unsee it and he's going to have nightmares about it for days, yeah. Not fun.

Mafiatale Sans - Uh???? But his brother doesn't like sex??? How the hell did that even happen? Creeper explains calmly he lost his underwear while he was infiltrating a building because he needed to go to the toilet and had to leave in a hurry. Demon nods. Makes sense. ... Wait, no, it doesn't make sense at all, skeleton doesn't need to go to the toilets??? Creeper smiles at him and leaves. What? Wait! He needs to know? What did you do in the toilets? Explain it, he needs to know!

Mafiatale Papyrus - He looks at his brother then at his S/O with a look of pure disgust and silently leaves the room, letting them wonder what just happened. S/O isn't sure if they should feel offended or not. I mean, it's Creeper, who knows what's going on inside his head.

Mafiafell Sans - Oh shit. When Torpedo's neck cracks towards him to gauge his reaction, Fang realizes that if he laughs, he'll be so dead. He quickly escapes the room and then flees the house lol. He doesn't want to be there to listen to his brother's threats once he's done with his human.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He frowns, then screams "BUT I THOUGHT YOU ONLY LIKED DOGS?". Fang is devastated and panics, trying to explain to his S/O that he means it as a lobby and not... You know. Torpedo only did this for chaos and is now staring at the tension growing with a huge smile on his face. He's a bastard and he has no shame about it.