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honey-deku · 1 year

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hey there @mew-ya! twas i who wrote your @onepiece-blorboexchange gift! i hope you’re in the mood for some Maren and Katakuri feels!

i hope you can forgive me for being a few days late, university has been kicking my ass orz

i drew some inspiration from one of your works in particular for this idea! i also ended up combining a few themes and wishes together so i hope you enjoy!

i had to resist liking all your KataMaren posts during my research on the lore ahhh!! finally i can stop bookmarking and properly show support

Pairing: Maren x Katakuri

AU: Demon/Priest, no devil fruit tomfoolery

CW: NSFW, religion (not specified), demon priest relations, size difference, demon has a huge pen15, intracrural sex, latex and leather lingerie, sex in church, hanging out in an empty church on a rainy evening

Word Count: 2,943

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The rain trickled down a stained glass window that highlighted the church’s religious figure head. The hall was dark and empty; the lights had been shut off. The light erratic rhythms of the water droplets hitting the glass soothed the priest. He was standing underneath the window, staring at the figure. He let his head go limp, rolling his head side to side in an attempt to release some tension and pressure he felt in his shoulders. The last mass for the evening had ended but Katakuri didn’t want to go home just yet.

He raised his hands to the back of his neck and started rubbing the trapezius muscles. He softly whimpered from the slight pain but it was a much needed pain. This was the kind that reminded Katakuri to not stress out so much and to enjoy the smaller things in life more often.

Suddenly Katakuri’s hands were encased in a chilling warmth, a familiar one. He cocked his head slightly to see his own hands being covered by another set of larger hands, the owner of the cold hands chuckled behind Katakuri’s ear and leaned in:

“You look stressed.” the apparition squeezed Katakuri’s hands somewhat.

“I am.”

“Would you like me to help?”

“Go ahead.” Katakuri sighed as his arms fell back to his sides while the demon ran his own hands up and down the shorter man’s neck. The demon loomed over the priest with all his spines and claws extended, easily surpassing the priest in height by a good two heads.

Anyone else would have been horrified to be in his presence, anyone else would have screamed in terror at the sight but Katakuri on the other hand, was well acquainted with the sea demon.

The ghastly figure behind Katakuri began to massage the knots out of the priest’s shoulders, enjoying how Katakuri was turning into jelly at his touch.

“Mhmm thank you Maren.”

“No problem”

Katakuri leaned his head back to kiss Maren, the demon chuckled to himself and happily returned the kiss. The two move a little closer; Maren wrapped his arms around Katakuri’s waist and started to rocked the man gently.

“Happy Valentine’s day” the demon whispered. The priest’s eyes shot open like he had an epiphany of sorts and he wriggled himself out of Maren’s grasp.

“Oh! You just reminded me, I got you a little something.” He said as he pointed in the general direction of where Maren’s gift was. Katakuri began walking over to the podium and crouched down to dig out a box from within its caverns. Maren was behind him and tilted his head in every direction to try to get a quick peek. It was sort of pointless in doing so since father Katakuri’s broad shoulders blocked any possibility of seeing his gift earlier. He just chuckled in defeat.

“Oh yeah? You’re too kind father.”

Katakuri rose up, turning around and facing Maren with a pink bakery box. He gestured for Maren to come and receive his gift.

The spiny demon accepted the Priest’s gift and promptly began to shred the tape off the box. He laid his eyes on the delicious contents inside and Maren smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Really Katakuri? Donuts?”

“I know how much you love ice cream but I couldn’t exactly leave it in the church to melt.”

Maren laughed softly. His boyfriend ever so serious.

“No no it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Maren looked back down and opened the box, his pupils grew large at the arrangement of Valentines themed donuts. He never thought a box of donuts could remind him of Christmas decorations in the way people will throw more and more decorations, ornaments, lights, and candies on the tree and houses. Similarity, with all the brightly colored frosting, fillings, and decorative heart sprinkles suffocated the poor donut underneath. It was amusing to say the least.

Maren leaned in, invading Katakuri’s space and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Words weren’t needed at that point as Maren started to devour two donuts at a time, the strawberry filling spewing out from one with the jelly landing on the demon himself.

Katakuri chuckled at the sight of his demon boyfriend sullying himself.

“You’re how old again?” He smirked.

Maren looked over, grabbing two more donuts to shove in Katakuri’s face. “That’s irrelevant. Come. Eat.”

Maren used his free hand to grab Katakuri’s and guided him to one of the benches in the front row. The two took a seat and sat in silence, listening to the faint sounds of the rain and soft chewing.

Maren glanced at his boyfriend struggling with eating his donut, carefully trying to catch any unwanted filling from staining his robes.

“Heheh, you’re adorable.”

Katakuri’s eyes popped, he started to turn pink at the compliment and turned his face away from his demonic partner, “Don’t look at me while I’m eating…”

“Awww ok.” Maren solemnly replied. He loved watching the priest get flustered whenever he got the chance. Something about seeing the oh so stoic and straight edge Katakuri turning into a mess entertained him.

There was no need for any more exchanges as the couple were entranced by the sounds of the storm outside, finishing the box of donuts. Maren felt his toes growing colder and colder as the temperature continued to drop. Aside from being a demon, another thing he hated about this church in particular was the fact that it wasn’t insulated. No warm for those cold nights and no cool air for the heat. Thankfully his body could withstand extreme temperatures but…

He glanced to his side and noticed Katakuri put his hands between his thighs in an attempt to conserve warmth and energy. He was shaking a little.

“You look cold” Maren stated flatly.

“I am”

“…."

“…"

Maren coughed, “Since it’s Valentines and all, do you want me to warm you up?”

“What are you thinking of?” Katakuri shivered. A slight blush appeared on the priest’s cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by the demon.

“Well… there’s a few ways to go about it… Do you have anything in mind?” he smirked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t be coy with me… You know what I mean” Katakuri’s blush spreading faster on his face.

The demon laughed softly as he gently pushed Katakuri on his back and started to unclip the collar. The priest gasped, more from the sudden chill on his back from the cold bench than what Maren did.

“Maren come here” Katakuri raised his arms to invite the demon in for a hug. He smiled sheepishly as Maren yielded and lowered himself to be hugged.

“The bench is a little cold… and cramped. Do you think we can take this elsewhere?”

Maren hummed to himself, “Like the attic? It’s probably a little warmer, no?” He raised himself slightly to look into the priest’s eyes.

“Yeah, the attic sounds good. I think there’s some material we could use as blankets”.

“Perfect, I’ll meet you there”. One quick kiss to the temple and just like that, the demon vanished into vapor. Katakuri smiled warmly as he rose from the bench. He walked back over to the podium and found a candlestick, lighting it with the zippo lighter that laid next to the others. He quickly made his way to the hallway on the side and carefully climbed up the stairs to the attic.

Katakuri pulled the handle of the attic door and let the stairs fall forward completely before taking a shaky first step. Once more the nerves were swallowing him whole until he looked up and saw that familiar fishy face.

“Hey! I got everything ready. It’s way warmer up here.”

“Is that so? That’s good to know.”

The demon extended his arm out and clutched the priest’s hand, impatiently pulling Katakuri up and into his muscular arms.

“Careful now Maren” Katakuri teased, leaning his head on Maren’s shoulder.

Maren leaned into Katakuri’s ear: “Don’t worry, I’ll be taking good care of you”, his breath sending shivers down Katakuri’s spine causing him to arch his back. “Lay down” he said, using his head to gesture to the makeshift pile of mylar sheets and dusty blankets on the floor.

Katakuri shook his head in amusement. “You’re so sweet.” He walked over to the pile and laid down on his back, his view of the ceiling quickly obstructed by his boyfriend.

Maren began with rubbing Katakuri’s shoulders and down his arms softly, something to get the priest to relax a little more. The two started making out with Maren leading, swiping his tongue across Katakuri’s lips, teasing and enticing the other man. Eventually the demon slipped his tongue in, letting his hands run up Katakuri’s arms and back down to his chest, teasing his nipples through the robes. The demon felt the shorter man gasp and whimper at his touch.

Maren started to unrobe Katakuri only to where his neck and chest was exposed. Powered by the soft moans, Maren stopped kissing the priest and rested his lips a little lower, biting his neck and sucking enthusiastically.

“Really Maren?!” Katakuri groaned.

The demon ceased and looked back at Katakuri; he teased back mischievously, showing off his sharp teeth. “Would you like me to stop then?”

Katakuri’s face became more flushed than before.

“No… Continue…”

“Hmmm” Maren hummed. He returned to the tender spot on Katakuri’s neck with more gusto than before. “Don’t worry, this part can be covered up,” he explained.

“God damn it Maren. I still have mass tomorrow.” The priest grumbled.

“Oh hey…Speaking of mass…” Maren joked as he stood up on his knees. Katakuri looked down and noticed his boyfriend’s bulging cock, precum pooling at the tip and trickling down the shaft.

“That quick?”

“Shush. Put your knees up together for me.”

The priest did as he was told, he raised his knees up and together as Maren directed. He started to unbuckle his belt as Maren reached for the waistband, tugging it off him in haste until he noticed something.

“Oh ho ho! Katakuri! All this for me?” Maren said enthusiastically.

Underneath the garb, Katakuri was wearing some latex lingerie that only further accented his figure. The garter belt hugging the priest’s thighs were so tantalizing to the demon; he wiped away some drool that escaped from his mouth, dribbling dangerously.

“There’s more to see y’know“. Katakuri’s voice cut through Maren’s daze. He shook his head.

“Right. Well let’s see what else you got”. Maren unbuttoned the rest of Katakuri’s top. Oh how he wished he could tear off his stupid robe and devour him entirely. But alas, his boyfriend needed these clothes to go to work tomorrow. He slowly, tediously, unbuttoned the last one before finally opening his present. Maren was not disappointed.

Katakuri donned a few leather straps connected by rings that wrapped nicely around his tattoo’ed chest and upper arms. His entire being was nicely decorated in latex and leather, only adding more kick to the ardor and desire within.

Maren was at a loss for words, only being able to mutter out phrases in his trance. “So beautiful… God damn… look so good”. He opened the priest’s legs apart and noticed how much tighter the latex looked than it did a minute ago.

“Change of plans, turn around” he ordered.

There was no need for any more words as Katakuri did as he was instructed. He whined when Maren pulled his hips towards his own, feeling Maren’s huge dick slip between the back of his legs. He desperately cried out, “Wait!” His boyfriend grunted, waiting for Katakuri to slip a ball of blanket underneath his hips to elevate himself. Katakuri then nodded his head at him once he was comfortable.

Once he was given the green light, Maren shut Katakuri’s legs around his cock and started thrusting wildly; the poor demon couldn’t wait any longer. The feeling of Katakuri’s soft yet strong legs drove him insane especially when Katakuri would give them a slight squeeze.

The attic was full of moans and creaks from floorboards, sounds of bodies moving amongst other things. Katakuri already knew the latex and leather would make Maren get horny as hell and loved it when the demon lost himself during sex. Maren looked over his smaller boyfriend, observing all the muscles on his back clenching with each thrust, trembling with pent up desire; he licked his lips and placed a kiss on Katakuri’s back, inciting the priest to cry louder and harder. Peppering his back with tiny bouts of affection made Katakuri feel more sensitive to his every thrust, moaning more when he felt Maren’s large hands grip his hips, holding him steady as he pressed his cock harder.

The feeling inside Maren was about to boil over and reach its destination, it made his vision blurry yet brought his attention to focus on the incoming orgasm. How he wished this burning sensation would last forever, to just stay enraptured for however long time would allow him and being the petty demon he was, he was going to try to ride out this feeling of ecstasy, chasing the high until the very end. Maren leaned in towards Katakuri’s ear and nibbled on it, causing Katakuri to arch his back some more, squeezing his thighs together.

One final thrust did the trick as Maren came all over Katakuri’s thighs and stained the blankets underneath him, the two panting from how intense the experience was. Maren let body roll off to the side, placing his arm underneath his head to rest and caress Katakuri’s hair, giving him a pat on the back.

Katakuri turned to face Maren and gave him a deep, post coital kiss, avoiding the spikes on his back as he hugged him while Maren slid off his latex bottoms, finally freeing his boyfriend’s cock. He noticed how wet the tip was, finding it so cute that Katakuri was enjoying himself as well and how it probably smeared the inside of his bottoms. The mental imagery roused him once more. Katakuri ended the kiss, looking into the demon’s eyes and smiled warmly at him.

“Happy Valentine’s day again Maren”

He stared back intensely into Katakuri’s eyes; they were gleaming with desire. He would be unsatisfied with just one orgasm for tonight. Smiling mischievously, he grabbed Katakuri’s dick and started to rub him off slowly and carefully.

“Oh we’re not done here”

Maren sat up, guiding his boyfriend to sit between his legs and placing Katakuri’s legs over his. The priest groaned a little from being handled so caringly like this, his hips jerking slightly from every pump Maren gave him, biting his lip to try to muffle his voice but his demonic boyfriend wasn’t going to have any of that.

“Ah ah. Let me hear you enjoy yourself.” He demanded, putting his free hand on Katakuri’s bottom lip and pulling it down, revealing Katakuri’s own set of sharp teeth. “My what big teeth you have, father”, he joked endearingly. Katakuri could only moan in response as Maren’s pace became hasty, his grip on his cock getting a little tighter. Maren licked his lips at the sight of the precum leaking out, itching for a taste later tonight. Using his thumb, he drew circles on the head that only made Katakuri tense up in pleasure.

Katauri’s hand wandered towards the back of Maren’s head, pulling on some hair out of desperation, which only seemed to encourage Maren even more; he needed something to grip while his devilish partner was jacking him off, making him so entranced in the moment.

Seeing how worked up his boyfriend was getting, Maren deduced that he was getting pretty close, he wanted to make this moment more intimate before he finished. Maren closed the gap between him and Katakuri, capturing his mouth and gently biting the bottom lip, aware of his own sharp teeth as to not accidentally draw blood from Katakuri, kissing him feverishly.

“Maren, I’m-”

“I know. Come for me.” he ordered.

That’s all Katakuri needed to hear to finally come undone, strings painting Maren’s torso relentlessly, laying down the mess of blankets and the chilled wooden floorboard once he let it all out. He looked into the demon’s eyes again and huffed, “Maren… I… wow”. His mind was foggy and Katakuri couldn’t think properly, the words he wanted to say became so garbled up, they were no longer in his vocabulary at this time.

Maren was glowing, happy to see his boyfriend blushing, happy, and blabbering. The few times they get together and spend some time with each other means a lot to Maren, finding a partner who really understands him, making him feel less lonely and more fulfilled.

He held out his hand with his fingers extended to the priest, interlocking hands when Katakuri reached out, pulling him up again into one of his strong arms. Katakuri’s body was still limp from the sex but it only made Maren laugh quietly, thinking of a rag doll as he hugged him tightly. For the next few moments, he kissed Katakuri’s sweaty temple repeatedly, almost comically.

The shorter man chuckled and broke the silence, “Heh Maren, you’re wonderful. I’m so glad you’re here with me”. Maren continued to kiss Katakuri, now trailing down to his face, lips, and neck, leaving no area untouched. Katakuri continued.

“You can’t bring yourself to say it?”

“Why should I?” Maren whispered, giving one last kiss on the forehead, “It’s already obvious”.

#one piece blorbo exchange 2023 #one piece #maren x katakuri #charlotte katakuri #oc x canon #gift exchange #i took some liberties with marens height #demons i feel like are gargantuan #i also wanted to tie in the half fishman part of his lore so sea demon with expanding height it is #alex wrote something #nsft

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laslow · 2 years

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booooooOOOOORING. she's been making popping noises for the last half an hour, strewn out across one of the tables in the main hall. it's empty. emptier than empty. it's like the agarthans took out a box of animal crackers and shook them loose, but she's one of those crumbly animal crackers that got stuck in the papery bits. she knew she shouldn't have made that last left turn. every year for the last three years, this kinda tomfoolery always happens—everyone gets sent off or wanders off and then comes back impaled. there's a part of her that has to prep for that: knowing what she does, having experienced what she's experienced.

'course, she's not like nervous-nervous because she's cynthia and cynthia's never nervous. except, for you know, when she's practicing tricks on bunny to look even half as cool as some of the other pegasus knights she's seen around the block.

when the horn sounds and the gates open, pegasus knight shoots out like a bullet from a gun—whatever a gun is—to search for her friends. eyes land on a familiar streak of pink hair and hand goes out on instinct. "oops, wrong person! sorry 'bout that; i didn't mean to—hey, have you seen any of my buddies around? you know, a short nerdy one? that's morgy. and then, inigo's got pink—" her sentence trails off as cynthia tilts her head back and up, pigtails swaying slightly as she rocks onto the side of her foot as her gaze traces familiar and unfamiliar signs of a person she knows. knew. he's older now. his jaw's a little harder. eyes, a little more sunken in.

his hair isn't pink anymore. a little, but not like she remembers it.

"oh, you're not my inigo." timelines, what a mess! her inigo—was he around or had he gone home in the time that she'd been absent? well, that's okay. it wasn't who she was looking forward to but inigo was inigo anywhere. she'd know him in any life and with any hair or eyebags. she sticks out her hand with a cheery grin. "i'm cynthia!"

Laslow blinks, the ruined stage fading into more familiar surroundings. Already, the events of the past few weeks have begun to feel like a dream, edges of his memories turning fuzzy. He has to say, he'd much rather endure a competition like that again than some of the more...intense enemies this Academy has thrown his way.

He glances down, relieved to see his usual outfit replacing that gods-awful one they made him wear on the show. (He blames the too-tight shirt for his less-than-stellar dancing. Totally not the nerves!)

A horn sounds in the distance. Well, at least they're still hailed as heroes, even though Laslow's truly not sure if they accomplished their end goal or not. They beat the bad guy, and isn't that what the goal always is?

Such musings are interrupted by a whirlwind of a girl with lopsided pigtails. Features split into a wide grin. Now here's a sight for sore eyes if he's ever seen one!

Experience makes him hold his tongue. She'll pause for breath eventually. Maybe. And she does, though he watches as her eyes narrow a fraction, analyzing all the changes another few years of war wreck on a person.

Corners of his smile wilt. He accepts her hand, shaking it for a moment before pulling her into a hug. "I'm still your Inigo," he chastises, squeezing her tight. "Just a little older. My own best friend, not recognizing me!"

Throat clears. "Will this help? Cynthia, my darling, how my heart leaps for joy at seeing you again!"

#support: cynthia #ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD #LASLOW CYNTHIA ON DASH AGAIN

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newdejavuu · 1 year

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kayce | 25 | they/them | queer 🏳️‍🌈 | mixed-latine/x

mayor of patrick world

rediscovering the joy of fall out boy, my chemical romance, and other adjacent bands. but mostly, fall out boy.

warning: this blog is not safe for work or minors! if you are under 17, i really don't feel comfortable with you following me & if i find out and will block you. in addition to general tumblr tomfoolery, i am warning you that there might occasionally be a rpf jumpscare (it’s all in good fun), so if that bothers you it might be best to turn around now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i don't usually find these very helpful but DNI if:

you're racist, homophobic, a terf, bigot, or any other piece of shit. i don't tolerate that! i will block on sight.

a petekey truther. meaning, you think that every single lyric has ever written over pete's 20+ year career is about one guy he met during the summer.

you actually don't like fall out boy but you call yourself a "fan"

you don't think that every member of the band brings something unique to the table & that their input and experiences are vital to the creative process

idk, those are the big ones. but i will also just block if i find you annoying <3

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more about me

here are some fun little facts about me:

im an aquarius sun, leo moon, and an infj

when i'm not on tumblr i'm reading, writing, or studying - i'm a grad student studying english literature :)

i beta-read and copy edit fanfiction, short stories, and manuscripts on fiverr (tho i'd be happy to look over your work free of charge, if you're looking for a beta-reader/editor!)

my favorite fob albums are ioh and folie (don't ask me to pick between the two, please)

that seems like the most important info right now. if you want to know more, or just want to chat, my inbox is always, always open! i love making new friends :)

thanks for taking the time to read this, and i hope to see you around! xoxo

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#im too lazy and tech-averse to make a proper card #so this is the best I can do for now!#about the blogger

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mothmanismymainman · 1 year

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HOUSE RULES

Hi! I’m Vex! This is my blog for general fandom shenanigans and nerdy discussions. My main is @unadulteratedhideouttrash. This is a side blog, so I don’t like/follow from here.

DNI:

Minors (may be occasional 18+/NSFW stuff)

If you don’t support Unwhitewash the Bad Batch

Tradwives, TERFs, gendercrits, and the like

Shippers of incest or p*dophilia

If you ship a character with a fantasy fascist (*cough* Reylo *cough*) then fucking leave

Bots get fucked. I have neither the time nor patience for your tomfoolery

I do not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, classism, or any other form of discrimination on my blog. If you see anything on this blog that is discriminatory, please let me know! The safety and wellbeing of marginalized people in online spaces is much more important than my personal comfort or any of my fandoms or special interests.

If you are a blank blog, I will block you on sight. Newcomers to Tumblr, please PLEASE reblog posts and fill your blog so we know you're not bots.

I’ll add tags, fanfics, etc once the blog is more developed :)

#pinned post #rules #personal

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travel-and-tour · 2 years

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Why Traveling is Much Easier, and Trouble Free Nowadays

Travel — As a decent instructor:-

I have a place with that age bunch that didn't approach the Internet, during my growing up years. I went for get-aways during Summer season with my loved ones. Despite the fact that, they were all around arranged, agreeable outings, however they can not measure up, to the straightforwardness and solace, with which voyages are arranged nowadays.

For what reason would it be a good idea for us to Travel? Albeit, the greater part of the educating and learning happens in the homerooms, there is no question that voyaging expands the brain, and jazzes up the soul.

Individuals frequently read books, magazines or papers or search on the Internet, to know something about the rest of the World.

In any case, this can not measure up to seeing spots with one's own eyes. Aside from the verifiable and regular sights, heading out makes it conceivable to meet individuals from various societies, find out about their way of life, customs, customs and food propensities, their methods of sprucing up, their language thus numerous different subtleties.

This changes an individual's discernment and standpoint, can lead them to turn out to be more liberal and open minded, towards other people. Voyaging eliminates biases and assists with building all inclusive altruism, and good sentiments, for individual people.

At the point when you travel to various nations, you begin taking on a similar mindset as a worldwide resident. You feel more illuminated, towards the issues and issues, of the World in general.

Why Travel Has Become Simpler Than Earlier Times?

Anybody can travel, whether alone or in bunch, whether old or youthful. Since correspondence and innovation has worked on our lives.

1. Expanded availability through all around kept up with streets:- There was a period, when probably the most gorgeous spots of Nature were blocked off, through streets. In any case, the headway of foundation, has brought about better and all around associated streets and parkways and freeways.

That implies, we can visit the delightful slopes, the regular cascades, places to get-away encompassed by the Mother Nature, effortlessly.

Besides, openness to these spots, has been guaranteed, by efficient vehicle framework, all around constructed and associated streets, with every single current convenience. Leh package from delhi

Going with family, by street, is brimming with tomfoolery and energy, since you can find very much kept up with inns, eateries, cafeterias, clean washrooms and so on up and down the parkways and turnpikes.

2. Better data framework and wealth of choices:- Perusing on your Internet, you can track down the least expensive and the most reasonable method for voyaging. Whether you decide to go by street or railroads or via Air.

You can basically pursue your decision and select the value, that is the most reasonable and helpful for you, and accommodates your spending plan.

3. GPS (Global situating framework):- GPS or the Global Positioning System, is an unrest and a gift, basically for individuals, who are not generally excellent in exploring, in the event that they are venturing out to a spot interestingly.

Prior, if we needed to visit some spot, inside our own nation or some far off country, we expected to do part of exploration for quite a while, might be for a really long time, to know which streets to take, where to remain and so on.

I conveyed, guides and compass, at whatever point we were voyaging. And, after its all said and done, we needed to ask the neighborhood individuals, at different places, to arrive at our objective.

4. e-tickets: So Easy to Carry:- Prior, I checked my purse commonly, to guarantee that my movement ticket was set up, and that I have not lost it or dropped it some place.

The paperless ticket framework, has made it so natural and helpful.

5. Voyaging need not be costly:- The majority of the movement sites, give noteworthy limits, in movement season, and, surprisingly, in any case, on the off chance that you are a continuous explorer.

You simply need to investigate the numerous conceivable outcomes. These movement sites likewise give limits, on inn appointments, taxi appointments, or touring.

Simply reach out to a decent, presumed and enrolled travel site, and they will design your whole excursion, with everything about to your spending plan and inclination.

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tj-ivy · 2 years

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♡ r u l e s ♡

i will always be as kind as possible, please do the same for me in return

please do not ask me about my personal life unless i say something about it. i cannot risk having this blog be part of my digital footprint // i'm so serious, and i mean it in the nicest way. please do not try to find out who i am or what i look like. all you need to know about me is that i am black and 18.

don't interact unless you are 18+

please keep in mind that i am not obligated to answer your asks. i will answer the ones i'm comfortable with at one point or another. please don’t be upset if i don’t answer.

don't ask me to write about piss, inc*st of any kind, or scat (i will block you on sight//hj)

I prefer not to write: male!reader, self-harm, or non-con. (dub-con is a lil iffy so it'll depend tbh)

if you decide to ask me about something involving pedophilia, i will simply block you.

feel free to ask about chubby!reader, and black!fem!readers

i do prefer writing fem!readers, but i don’t mind making them nb from time to time.

i prefer to receive asks/write about canon adult characters. send them if you want, but I will more than likely not answer if they are about characters like deku or itadori.

I like writing for:

jjk: geto, gojo, toji, shoko, nanami, hiromi, shiu kong (maybe bc i don’t know much abt him), sukuna (only true form)

mha: aizawa, maybe all-might if i'm feeling spicy

aot: jean, eren, levi, erwin, armin, and connie

miscellaneous: captain yami, hwajin na, dr. stein, and spirit albarn

if I see any forms of homophobia, fatphobia, racism, or general unkindness, i will block you the second i see it. do not act dense, please. you are very well aware of what is right and wrong to say. i am not for the tomfoolery.

one day i will drop off the face of this app and none of you will expect it. i will simply disintegrate :)

anyways, be kind and have a good day ♡

#don't reblog #rules

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lmsr-lilitu-sephiroth · 2 years

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→Time for a master post, as always, a wip←

🏳️‍🌈🐈‍⬛🍄🦚📜⚫⭐🫚🌵🐺🌹🪆👾⚡🤖🌀💎🏳️‍⚧️

♪ a bizarre entity is spotted ♪ prepare for encounter ♪

Hi. Don't mind all the emojis, I just think they're super fun. This is colorful because it helps the depression.

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I'm Lilitu (or Cari, my regular name, whatever you like), your local eldritch mess in human form. I will also respond to Legion for hilarious (screw you foster hell) reasons. I'm a fae (polymorph) otherkin just trying to live for the little things (also for spite, but that's because I won't let them (abusers) win). I am absolutely a weird person. And I don't plan on changing that. My bio says chaotic queer for a reason. In fact, I have a favorite song about being weird.

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Under most circumstances, I will not share personal aid posts. The exception is for personal friends because I would otherwise be sharing so many it would be difficult to keep up with all of them. Community aid resources are a different story and I'm more than happy to share those, as well as commission posts. My heart goes out to everyone struggling, but this is a personal limit that would otherwise overtax my mental health. I care deeply about others, but my anxiety is literally debilitating and I can't handle that much pressure (extreme chronic trauma and stress will do that to a person). For my own remaining sanity, you will simply be ignored.

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This blog is a dumping ground for the stuff I like and topics I care about. So there's little bits of fandom stuff, regular old shitposts/tomfoolery, magical/spiritual/religious topics, current events, and generally whatever else I decide I like. I generally dislike politics, but multiple facets of my identity have been turned into political talking points (disabled and queer mostly). Ergo, can't totally ignore it.

Discourse, though? Nah, I'd really rather not, if all it's gonna do is devolve into a poo-flinging contest. I have limited energy and I'm using most of it for trauma recovery and developing healthy coping skills. And just generally enjoying my time online and using it to enhance my life in various ways, because that's the whole point for me.

If it looks like I'm ignoring a topic, it's usually not what's actually going on. It's really almost always because I need to prioritize my own mental health. There are a lot of triggering things going on around the world, and I won't be any help to the cause if my mental health and stability is already tanked.

You want my stance on any given conflict or whatever around the world? Ok. I have a song for that, too. Here, it's from the original Pokémon Mewtwo Strikes Back movie (I'm literally 100% serious, this song has been a favorite since I was a young child):

I'm something of an erratic person, but it comes with all the mental illnesses I deal with. And that sense of identity? It's fractured at best. It took me a long time to realize why, but long story short, I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. Among other things.

That said, I honestly do have a very wide range of interests. The main thing driving this is that I have an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Trust me my curiosity about things is neverending. But then I am the child of trivia buffs. I am very much a nerd. I like learning new things. My parents supported my curiosity and only got upset when I started taking perfectly good electronics apart to see what was inside (they would give me nonfunctional electronics to take apart afterwards as a compromise). When the lockdown began, I dove headfirst into the educational side of YouTube because I missed actually physically going to college. My most precious interests are science, culture, and history (in no specific order), but that's just a jumping off point (for literally everything).

I'm also still awkward with people in general, but I literally grew up in the woods for the bulk of my childhood. And sometimes, other animals are easier to relate to than people. The childhood isolation means that I still struggle with social cues and have spoken with my foot in my mouth before. I'm always trying to do better, but nobody's perfect.

I do have sideblogs for some specific things, though, and they're listed below. And of course I just keep making them because it's fun doing themed blogs. Not all are always gonna be listed, but I'm trying to keep up with it.

You can also find me on Instagram at LunarMageSilverRose, if you want. I mostly use it to look at cats and other animals, but not exclusively.

All the other stuff about me, including my sideblogs, is under the cut because this post got kind of long over time.

Sideblogs:

Some of these aren't shared to very frequently, but are more just for when the mood strikes. I try to share things on the cat blog regularly, though, to have a lot of content to go back through later. Cats literally make me happy by existing. The system blog is where I usually go to talk about my shit, not all of which is entirely about being a system. I kind of just use it to let various parts individually be weird, too. The drone blog is technically kink-related, but is not meant to be explicit in any way. It's just there when I want to be a silly little drone.

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DID system shenanigans (also just a mess): @eldritch-queern-magicat

Horror/creepy aesthetic: @magicathauntednest

Cats for scrolling and serotonin: @magicclanofcats

All the other creatures of the earth: @magicatsloveallcreatures

The place for all the plants and fungi: @magicatfloramode

Food and recipes to drool over: @magicatfoodieworld

Collection of shiny things: @magicatshinycollection

Collection of awesome fashion: @magicatfashionwatch

Where I dump music that could be anything: @magicatmusiccollection

Super easy access to tarot stuff: @magicattarotresource

Tips and tricks for writing: @magicathordeofwritingtips

Place for art models and guides: @magicatartstuffdump

As Pokémon also gives me serotonin: @magicatadorespokemon

The Evilious fan blog I can't believe I didn't make sooner: @magicatevilious

The Kingdom Hearts fan blog I also wish I'd made sooner: @magicatkingdomhearts

Meme-able posts based on mythology: @magicatdivineshitpostcollection

My silly little drone roleplay blog: @drone-unit8454

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Xenogender Hoard:

The toppings of my transgender sundae. Possibly somewhat out of silliness, but also because I can't separate these things from who I am. Each one has a special reason to be listed. I also just want to make another list.

Though let's be real here, silliness is good in moderation. So I shall be a gender collector. It's largely just conceptual (as in, ideas put forth by people based on observation and experience), right? Let's have fun with it. Not everything needs to be so serious.

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Cat

Fungi

Peacock

Eldritch

Void

Star

Spice

Cacti

Wolf

Rose

Doll

Pokémon

Pikachu

Robot

Hypno

Quartz

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This is likely to be added to, because you never really stop discovering parts of yourself. And I'm a polyfragmented system, so...

Lol, I guess!

Other Notes:

The biggest rule here is to be kind, but also honest. I don't like assholes, and I don't like dishonesty or misinformation. I've reached the point where I just don't have the patience for bullshit. Bigotry doesn't belong here. You want a ‘do not interact’ thingy from me? That's my dni. I don't like bigots. If you come over here acting like some people are less valuable than others for being too different, I'll probably finish the interaction by telling you to fuck off, one way or another.

The anonymous feature is on as a courtesy for people who feel more comfortable being anonymous for their personal mental health. I completely understand, talking to people can be scary.

My tagging is messy and not totally consistent, I'm working on it. I also don't entirely know what I'm doing with image descriptions. I largely use the mobile app on my phone (also the nightmare that is brain fog). My laptop is slower than molasses in January on a good day, the poor thing is nearly geriatric. I got it about ten years ago and I basically have no money because bureaucracy is slow. I would personally recommend you also filter content if you want to be safe. I do try to tag for most common triggers I can think of, but sometimes I do forget and I can't account for every possible thing, no matter how hard I try. Seriously, the content filters are a blessed thing.

Follow if you like, or not, I literally don't keep track of that. I won't really even be that upset if you unfollow me for personal reasons. If what I share here no longer suits you, don't feel like you have to stick around. You don't need to justify it, either. I'll ultimately just shrug it off and move on. People change over time, that's just nature.

If you have any real concerns or anything, feel free to contact me. I'm not a perfect person. No one is. I'm still learning and trying to improve. And please, if I make a mistake, let me know and give me some proof to back it up. No baseless accusations, though. Also, no vague-assed questions that don't give enough details to go on. We don't do that here. But if it happens, I may decide to be a little shit and just rag on the ask.

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secretpeachtea · 4 years

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 2

Title: the duplicate

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: I know the twins (or anyone from Hyogo for that matter) have a very specific accent, but I have a bit of trouble translating that into my writing, so I hope you guys can still use and hear that accent when you read their dialogue!

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It’s been a little over a week since you’ve started working at Onigiri Miya, and thankfully, things have been going well. There have only been a handful of problematic customers, but you were able to handle them quite efficiently, much to Osamu’s satisfaction. You’ve even been able to get acquainted with your boss much more since it’s only the two of you working long shifts together. You can definitely say that things have been working out really well at your job.

Today is another typical day for you as you walk towards the entrance of the shop, ready to start another day of work. You had actually left your apartment a lot earlier than usual, so you were a bit surprised to see that the door was already unlocked since Osamu usually arrives on the dot. You’re a little concerned that you might’ve jumbled up your alarm this morning and was actually late, but your phone displayed the right time. Not wanting to prolong your anxiety, you slide open the door and meet an unexpected sight.

Sitting at the counter is a man who looks like a carbon copy of your boss but with blonde hair. He’s sporting a mustard-colored tracksuit and is carrying a confident aura.

“Miya-san?”

The stranger looks up and makes eye contact with you. There’s a brief air of silence before he breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh! Hey, new girl!”

Not knowing how to respond, you just lift your hand awkwardly. “Um...hi?”

“I heard from a friend of mine that ‘Samu hired a new worker.” The blonde runs a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think you’d be such a cutie though.”

Before you even had time to react, your boss walked out of the storage room with a bag of rice on top of his shoulder. “‘Sumu, you got rice all over your chin.”

Miya Atsumu flushes red from embarrassment and proceeds to grab a napkin to clean his face. Now that you’re paying more attention to your surroundings, you notice that there’s an empty plate on top of the counter and you can assume that Osamu gave him food prior to your arrival.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that this is your brother.” You shrug off your jacket as you walk further into the building and address Osamu casually.

“What gave it away? The nose or the ears?” Osamu jokingly teases as he shoves the bag of rice off his shoulders to one of the lower shelves.

“You never told me you had a twin,” you respond with an equally playful tone.

“Never asked.”

You briefly glance to check the clock on the wall. “You’re here pretty early. Did I miss something?”

Your boss shook his head as he straightened up. He then pointed towards his brother who was just watching you two converse with intrigued eyes. “Nah. He’s here to eat something before practice and wouldn’t stop nagging me to make him something, which is why I’m here earlier than I should be, sleep deprived and all.”

“Sounds like you had a rough morning,” you laughed.

“Um, hello? I’m still here,” Atsumu interjected with a slightly sassy tone. “By the way, I didn’t catch your name, and your boss kept telling me to figure it out myself.”

You take a mental note at how petty your boss could be with his brother and stifle a laugh. “It’s (Surname) (Name).”

The corners of Atsumu’s mouth lifted upward. “Glad I could finally put a name to your face, (Name)-chan.”

Okay, you were definitely not used to someone calling you by your first name in such a casual manner, so you couldn’t stop yourself from getting a bit flustered. This did not go unnoticed by both twins, their eyes taking in the pink tint on your cheeks.

Not wanting to expose yourself any more than you already have, you look away and head towards the back room. “I’m just gonna go get ready really quick!”

Once you’ve put your things down and secured the apron around your waist, you walked back to the main room. The brothers have occupied themselves with other things in the meantime. Atsumu is scrolling through his phone with a bored expression, while Osamu is prepping the display case to get ready to open soon. You figured you should stay productive too and make your way to the fridge. You peek inside through the glass door and notice that there’s a shortage in beverages.

“Miya-”

You’re at a loss of words when both brothers set their gazes on you once again.

“Atsumu’s fine by me, sweetheart.” The blonde man smirks at your conflicted expression.

“Stop flirting with my employee. And, she wasn’t talking to you, you scrub.” Osamu sighed and brushed his hands on his thighs before turning his body to face you. “What’s up?”

“I think we forgot to pick up some drinks yesterday.” You pointed towards the bare shelves in the fridge. There were a couple green teas and carbonated drinks, but it definitely wasn’t enough to last the rest of the day. The last thing you’d want to do is disappoint any of the customers.

“Ah, shoot. You’re right. I was supposed to take care of that last night.” Your boss looks up at the clock and sees that there’s still some time before you have to open. “I’ll head out and bring those in really quick. You think you can babysit this guy for a bit?”

“Hey! I’m not a little kid!”

“Yup! Leave it to me!”

“Woah, woah! Hold up now!”

Completely ignoring his brother’s protests, Osamu leaves the shop in your hands to bring in the drinks from a convenience store a couple blocks down. This left you and Atsumu in each other’s company for the time being. Not really having much to do until the drinks come in, you just position yourself in front of the register as usual, checking to see if everything is set up correctly. Atsumu seems to take this as his cue to have a one-on-one chat with you.

“So, what’d you do to get the job? Bribe? Save a life? Cast a spell?”

You tilt your head in confusion and blink once. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Atsumu raises his arms in emphasis. “‘Samu doesn’t just let anyone work here. This place is practically his child. Protects it at all costs. It’s the reason why it’s just been him for so long even though it can get pretty busy around here”

“Oh, uh, I just applied and he accepted me.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t surprised when you found out that he was the only other worker when you got the job.

“Interesting…”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable over how Atsumu was practically trying to analyze you and borderline interrogate you, you try to switch topics. “Seems like you know your brother pretty well.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of inevitable when we share the same face. Although, I personally think I am the more good-looking twin.”

You sweatdropped. “Well, despite the way you look, you guys are definitely different in a lot of ways.”

“For sure! Sometimes we can be complete opposites!” Atsumu nods his head in agreement.

“Does that mean you’re a bad cook?” You take this opportunity to tease the blonde, but start to regret it after you see a competitive glint in his eyes.

“No way! I’m a great man in the kitchen! Just watch! I’m gonna whip up an onigiri that’s on par with that fool!” Atsumu stands up from his stool and marches over to the other side of the counter.

“That’s probably not a good ide-”

“Relax! I got this!” Famous last words.

As soon as Atsumu was in reach of anything on the work space, all hell broke loose. As he placed some sticky rice into his hands, his elbow knocked over an entire container of sesame seeds, while his other arm ripped a couple sheets of nori* during his attempt to catch the tumbling seeds. A couple eggs fell out of a carton that Osamu had left aside due to the ruckus, painting the floors with yolk, and somehow the rice on Atsumu’s palm had ended up splattering onto his chin.

You watched everything unfold with distressed shock. “What are you doing?! Are you trying to get me fired?!”

“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear!” The clumsy man just furrowed his brows as he frantically tried to stop anything else from going wrong. Trying your best to calm him down and avoid making more of a mess, you closed the distance between you and held onto his forearms.

“Hey, calm down, or you might trigger something else. Let’s just clean this quickly before your brother comes back or we’re both good as dead.”

That surely got Atsumu’s attention and the two of you quickly began to clean up the mess. You grabbed the nearest cleaning cloth, while he took a hold of the trash can. In just a matter of minutes, the workstation was already starting to look as neat as it was before. If it wasn’t such a ridiculous situation, you could honestly say that you and him were a pretty good team when faced with Osamu’s potential wrath.

It wasn’t until you were finished sanitizing the counter space did you notice the pieces of rice that were stuck on Atsumu’s face. “Hey, you still have some rice on your face.”

“Again?” He tries to wipe off his face with a napkin like he did before, while he occasionally asks you if he got everything. You point out the ones he misses, but he keeps missing one rice grain on the corner of his mouth.

Feeling a bit impatient, you lean towards Atsumu and he stiffens his movements. “Here, let me help. Hold still.”

You cup his cheek with your fingers to make sure he doesn’t move. Using your other hand, you gently remove the last rice piece, your fingers lightly brushing over his bottom lip unintentionally. Atsumu just stays completely quiet as you do wonders to his poor heart. He even unconsciously leans into your touch, but you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice.

“Got it.” You give him a triumphant smile, but falter as you notice Atsumu’s expression which held a certain softness to it with something else you can’t quite pinpoint.

Atsumu snaps out of his trance when you let go of his cheek and his entire face heats up, red crawling up to the tips of his ears. You pull away and discard the rice into the trash.

“T-t-thanks.”

Atsumu quickly turns his back towards you and wipes a small smudge on one of the containers, willing his heart to calm down from its fast beating. You think he’s acting a bit strange, but brush it off for now.

The only thing left to clean was the sticky floor. You’re about to mop up the egg remnants when you hear a voice call for your name at the front of the restaurant. “Hey, (Surname)-san! Can you open the door? My hands are kind of full.”

You and Atsumu look at each other with wide eyes, both realizing that you haven’t finished cleaning and Osamu was right outside the door. You hunch over and Atsumu mirrors you. Cue the furious whispering.

“What do we do?!”

“What do you mean, what do we do?! We gotta scrub the floor clean until he sees it!”

“But, he’s right outside!”

“Well you better figure something out, ‘cause if I don’t open that door right now, he’s gonna get suspicious!”

With that, you straightened up and made your way to the entrance, making sure to take your time with each step. You hear quite a bit of shuffling behind you but choose to pray that everything will work out. Once you reach the door, you slide it open for Osamu to enter. He was holding three boxes of drinks, the bulging veins in his arms indicated how heavy they were.

“You sure took your sweet time.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry about that. I was in the back room.”

When the two of you walk back to the counter, the blonde is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, it seems like he was able to get everything done. The floor was spotless, maybe even a little too clean.

Suddenly you hear the bathroom door slam shut and turn your head towards the sound. Atsumu is walking out with slightly wet sleeves, so you assume that he just washed his hands.

“You’re still here?” Osamu just gives his brother a blank look as he places the drinks down next to the fridge. “Don’t you have to go to practice soon?”

The other twin just shrugs his shoulders. “Eh. Not for like another hour.”

“Then, why the hell did you make me wake up so early to make you food?” One of Osamu’s eyes started twitching.

“I was hungry.”

“Die.”

Ignoring his brother’s bitterness, Atsumu sat at one of the stools near you and leaned his head against his arm. “(Name)-chan, you should try my favorite onigiri flavor!”

Your eyes light up at the mention of the first onigiri your boss made you. “Oh! The Minced Tuna and Spring Onion one right?”

Atsumu looked a bit surprised. “Yeah...how’d you know?”

“Your brother let me try it about a week ago after my shift.”

“Wait,” the man in front of you paused for a moment before a realization hit him. “You’re the reason why I had to eat cereal for dinner that one time?!”

You’re a bit stunned for a moment and direct your next question to Osamu who’s not even trying to hide his smirk. “I thought you said he’d get takeout?”

“Not my fault. This idiot dropped his wallet in the toilet and couldn’t remember where he kept his credit card.” Your boss just casually crosses his arms. “Turns out I conveniently forgot my wallet at the shop that day too.”

“Yeah, you made up for that today, you scrub,” Atsumu scoffs. You just watch the petty banter between the twins, discreetly enjoying their strange way of communicating.

Their conversation was interrupted when Atsumu’s phone vibrated indicating an incoming message. He checks his phone and quietly reads its contents before abruptly standing from his position and stretching. “Well, this was nice and all, but Bo-kun is asking for some extra spiking practice, so I’m gonna head out. I’ll be back soon, (Name)-chan, so don’t miss me too much!”

As Atsumu pocketed his phone, he leaned against the counter where you stood and held out a fist. “I had fun today.”

You laughed softly with a small smile on your face and reciprocated the fist bump. “See you around, Atsumu-san.”

The blonde just waved an arm at his brother, who couldn’t care less, and left without another word. Although, Osamu did nod his head in acknowledgement.

You didn’t think you’d have to deal with so much drama before the shop even opened, but at least you got to meet the brother with good taste.

Today had been another successful day at work. There were quite a few customers and all of the onigiri sold out by closing time. You stretched your arms to relieve some of the tension from standing in the same position all day. Osamu seemed to be doing the same as he rolled his shoulders back and forth.

There was a lingering question that you’ve wanted to ask him since this morning. “Just out of curiosity, is your brother a volleyball player too?”

“Yeah. Do you remember that owl-looking guy from last week? They’re on the same team.”

“Oh, so that’s why you were pretty familiar with him.”

Osamu nodded his head. “I’m surprised the whole team hasn’t come in yet. They frequent this place since it’s convenient and has decent prices. You’ll probably meet all of them pretty soon.”

You just hummed at his words.You were ready to start sweeping and moved your arm in the direction of the broom.

“My turn to ask, then.” Osamu stated. “What’d you guys talk about while I was gone this morning?”

You hand froze in the air. “With Atsumu-san?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh...um…” You tried to think of something to cover up any suspicions Osamu may have, but he was already on to you.

“He did something stupid.”

You looked at your boss in the eye and sheepishly laughed. Might as well just tell him the truth. “Maybe crack some eggs and ruin some rice?”

Osamu sighed. “I figured. I did think it was a little weird when I saw the trash half full when we hadn’t even opened yet. There was also a very conveniently placed newspaper at the very top covered in yolk. Not to mention the eggs shells tangled in the mop.”

You silently cursed at Atsumu’s carelessness, but didn’t hold it against him since you both were in a rush to get everything clean. Before you had the chance to defend yourself, Osamu spoke up once again.

“Glad you told me the truth though, or I might’ve fired you.”

Panic. You are struck with panic at the mention of possibly getting fired. Your mind reels with everything that could possibly go wrong in your life if you were to lose this job, but Osamu’s amused laugh cuts off your thoughts.

“I’m just messing with you. I know how insufferable ‘Tsumu can be when he sets his mind to something.” He pats your head lightly. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting you go so easily.”

“Thanks, Miya-san.” You silently let out a small sigh of relief. There’s a short pause as the two of you just stand in place facing each other. Osamu looks a bit tense and turns his head away to look at the fake plant on the counter to his right.

“...Osamu.”

You pause with bewilderment and look up to catch his eyes. “...what?”

He moves his arm to rub his neck and avoids your gaze. “You can call me Osamu.”

You hesitate a bit and take in Osamu’s shy attitude. “But, you’re my boss…?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you called me by my first name. P-plus my brother shows up way more than he should, so it’ll probably get confusing,” He quickly rationalized, but his red cheeks said otherwise.

At this point, you’re both a bit flustered. In any other situation, something like this probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but this conversation seems oddly intimate.

“O-okay. Then, you can call me by my first name too, O-Osamu...san”

“Sound good, (Name)-san.”

Nori = the seaweed stuff

A/N: I know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but I couldn’t help but add in a bit of fluff when it involves the twins

#haikyuu #onigiri miya #onigiri miya tidbits #secretpeachtea #osamu #atsumu

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frogjutsu · 3 years

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Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x Maito Gai

Word Count: 2088

Warnings: slight angst, lots of tomfoolery

A/N: written as part of the KKG server gift exchange! Feel free to read here or on Ao3

The sun filtering through the branches felt like a lover's caress. It was almost enough to make Kakashi forget how lonely he was. With a sigh he settled further against the tree. The bark scratched against his back and the grass felt cold against his thighs but the scent was comforting. The scent was home.

Kakashi turned a page in whatever copy of Icha Icha he'd brought with him today. He'd read them so many times he could probably quote them from memory, but he had appearances to keep up. Anyone who saw him would simply assume he was reading his pervy books again and leave him alone. Well, almost anyone.

"Ah, there you are, rival," Gai's voice boomed as he jogged up to Kakashi. He was surprised Gai wasn't running on his hands this time. "I've been looking for you."

"And you've found me," Kakashi said, not looking up from his book. It would be too much like looking into the sun.

"I've devised a new challenge for us. One that will truly test our limits as shinobi. Are you interested?"

Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes, Kakashi thought, but what came out of his mouth was: "I suppose" coupled with a shrug.

Gai laughed and it echoed through Kakashi's heart. It might've been the most beautiful sound he ever heard. "Cool as ever, dear rival. In that case, you'll need this." Gai whipped out a small booklet - from where in that skintight suit Kakashi couldn't tell. If Kakashi's eyes lingered too long, Gai didn't mention it.

Finally, Kakashi set his copy of Icha Icha to the side and reached for Gai's hand. Their fingers brushed as he took the booklet and Kakashi wondered if all of Konoha could hear his heart pounding. Before he could ask what the book was, Gai interrupted: “Meet us at the theatre tomorrow night.”

“Us,” Kakashi asked as he opened the book. His eyes trailed across a hand-written script. The character “Damsel” was highlighted.

“Yes! Team Gai is going to put on the ultimate display of youth and you are to be our damsel in distress. Then the audience shall decide who embodied their emotions better: the infamous Copy Ninja or the Green Beast of Konoha.” Gai planted his fists on his hips, striking a pose as Kakashi stared at the pages before him. What had he gotten himself into?

It was not the only time Kakashi asked himself that question. In fact, it seemed to be the only thought he could form as he memorized the few lines he had and showed up to the theater, only to be rushed into what was clearly a storage closet someone had hurriedly turned into a changing room. Sakura and Ino had been roped into helping Team Gai with makeup and wardrobe, though, as they forced him into a rather skimpy pink dress and braided wig, Kakashi doubted they really needed any convincing. At least Sakura was thoughtful enough to include a matching pink mask.

As he was ushered onto the stage and the curtains lifted to reveal most of the village gathered around to watch this farce - play, Kakashi corrected himself - Kakashi tried to pinpoint exactly which decisions in his life had led him to this point: dressed in pink and lace surrounded by a trio of children with plastic swords and too-big costumes pretending to be pirates. Perhaps if he’d never joined the ANBU or if his father had never died. Maybe it was just an inevitability. Perhaps Kakashi Hatake was always doomed to give more of himself than he would ever receive.

He was broken out of his gloomy reverie when Gai burst forth from the wings, dressed in a loose flowing white shirt and pants that seemed even tighter than his green jumpsuit. His hair was held back with a leather band and - Did he oil his chest? Kakashi thought, noting how Gai’s skin glistened under the stage lights.

Lee elbowed Kakashi in the hip. “It’s your line, Kakashi sensei.”

“Oh,” he replied, forcing his thoughts back to script. He cleared his throat and began:

“Blessed be the gods for sending the Green Beast. Save me from these scoundrels and then we shall feast.”

Gai stalked across the stage, pulling his own plastic sword out of its sheath. “My dear Princess, it would be my pleasure / for rescuing you would be life’s greatest treasure. / Avast, ye pirates. Stand and fight! / Draw your swords and face my might!”

Now it was Lee’s turn to jump forward into the spotlight. “First you must pay the princess’s ransom! / I don’t care if you are devilishly handsome. / 10,000 yen is what we agreed. / If you can’t pay she’ll be tossed to the sea.”

Silence fell over the stage for a moment as Lee and Gai stared each other down. Then, Lee coughed and looked at Neji out of the corner of his eye. Kakashi thought he heard Neji mutter something about wishing the swords were real so Gai could kill him, but he stepped forward nonetheless.

His voice was blank as he spoke, brandishing his sword as if he wished he were anywhere else. “Captain, please. Don’t be a fool. / There’s no way you could beat the Beast in a duel.”

TenTen took a step toward Kakashi. She was definitely the most comfortable of the three of them, and, as she pressed the sword under Kakashi’s chin he honestly had to remind himself that this was just a play. “Take another step and I’ll end her life,” TenTen said. “And then you’ll never take her as your wife.”

Wife. Kakashi let his mind turn the word around in his head, wringing it out until he could pull a drop of meaning from it. He’d never been one for domesticity. Never really given a thought to marriage, having spent so much time alone already, but Kakashi had to admit the thought of being whisked off his feet by a local folk hero and devoting himself so wholly to them held some appeal. Then again, as Gai leapt forward and began his choreographed fight with his teammates, Kakashi realized he was already devoted to someone.

The fight was beautiful, really. Kakashi was sure Gai choreographed it himself. He could see the fluidity in the movements, the way each step was tailored to each character. Kakashi found himself distracted by the sheen of sweat dripping down Gai’s chest, trailing down and out of sight past a tear that appeared where one of the kids got too excited by their role as villains. The clash of plastic swords could barely be heard over the cheering of the audience as Gai gave one final blow to Lee and he died dramatically, dropping to the stage floor next to Neji and TenTen.

Kakashi walked forward, hands still bound behind his back. “You truly are a hero, my dearest Gai. / Stuck with those pirates I was afraid I would die.”

Gai closed the distance between them, reaching around Kakashi to pull at the rope around his wrists. It fell free with little effort, but the action brought their chests together and Kakashi swore he could feel the rumble of the next words Gai said in his ribs. “I will always save you, my dear Princess. / No matter the challenge. No matter the test.” Gai brushed his knuckles against the underside of Kakashi’s jaw, pulling his mask down just past his lips, and wrapped his left arm around his waist. “You’re free now to do what you like. / Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“The honor is mine,” Kakashi said, more breathless than he’d intended. He hoped Gai would just write it off as good acting. “After such a brave feat. / No better man could I hope to meet. / So ask me again. I’ll respond with a sigh. / There’s no greater honor than becoming Mrs. Maito Gai.”

The audience cheered as Gai pressed his forehead against Kakashi’s, but neither of them heard it. There could have been a stampede of elephants running across the stage or a surprise ambush from a neighbouring village and it wouldn’t have mattered. All Kakashi could think about was how warm Gai’s skin felt against his and how Gai’s hand felt like it belonged on the small of his back and how easy it would be to just lean forward and claim his lips and argue that it was an acting choice later, but that would require spine and Kakashi may have been reckless at times but he’d never been brave and -

And then Gai did something unscripted. He pressed his lips against Kakashi’s and his knees buckled. Kakashi was sure he would’ve fainted if Gai’s arm hadn’t been there to hold him up. Gai was always there to hold him up.

The audience erupted into cheers again, but Kakashi only cared about the taste of Gai’s lips. Salty and sweet, tasting vaguely of sweat and matcha and the dango they’d all had backstage before the show started. Kakashi let his tongue brush against Gai’s lips, but he broke away with a laugh.

“Eager, I see, my dear Princess. / But after such an ordeal, I’m sure you must rest. / After all this concludes our heroic tale. / So now I must bid you all farewell.” Gai stepped away from Kakashi and took a deep bow. It wasn’t until Lee, Neji, and TenTen returned to the stage that he realized he was supposed to do the same. Gai’s hand felt like a hot coal in Kakashi’s. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to toss it to the ground or cling to it until it became a diamond in his grip.

After what felt like an eternity of bowing and clapping and greeting the audience, Kakashi finally escaped back to his changing room. He quickly peeled the dress off and yanked on his uniform pants. He wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to simply use a teleportation jutsu to get home. Otherwise, he might have to face Naruto in the audience, and Kakashi wasn’t sure his nerves could handle that right now.

A knock interrupted his plans. Before Kakashi could say anything, the door opened as quickly as it shut and Gai stood before him, still in his costume. The closet changing room didn’t offer much space and, with Gai blocking the exit, Kakashi knew there was little chance for escape.

“You were wonderful out there tonight, rival,” Gai said. His voice seemed even louder in the small space. Kakashi didn’t think he’d ever get tired of it.

“Thank you, but I think you’ve bested me this time.”

“Almost certainly,” Gai laughed. “But I must say, pink is your color.” He stepped forward and brushed his knuckles against Kakashi’s jaw again. In the dim light of the closet, far from the scrutiny of his peers, Kakashi let himself enjoy the moment. He closed his eyes and leaned against Gai’s touch, let himself be led as Gai pulled Kakashi closer by the hips. “What do you say to rehearsing for our next performance?”

Kakashi might’ve said something in response, but it was lost as Gai claimed his lips with his own. It quickly became clear that the kiss on stage was an act, a buildup to this beautiful crescendo. Gai was more insistent now, pushing his own tongue between Kakashi’s lips as one hand slid up Kakashi’s bare back to tangle in the short hair at the nape of his neck and the other held so tightly to Kakashi’s hip he knew it would bruise in the morning. He couldn’t bring himself to care as he cradled Gai’s face close to his, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to admit that this was probably just a dream or an act or something unreal because good things simply didn’t happen to him and there was nothing more good than Maito Gai.

Finally, Kakashi’s brain caught up with him, though, and he jerked away. “Wait. What do you mean next performance?”

Gai only smiled, reaching behind to pull another booklet out of his back pocket. “A chance to regain your honor and prove who’s the better thespian when we perform the sequel.”

Kakashi hummed in response as he took the booklet. Gai’s hands settled on Kakashi’s waist, stroking the skin over his hips and sending fire coursing through Kakashi’s body. He flipped through the booklet and pretended to read the words as Gai began to kiss the skin of his shoulders. There was a single character highlighted: Damsel.

#my fics #kakashi x gai #hatake kakashi #maito gai #kakagai #happy late birthday grandpa gai

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sweetest-honeybee · 4 years

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To Hell and Back

Chapter 20

Summary: Xisuma and Evil X have an argument and that leads to Ex attempting to cut himself off from everyone.

Characters: Xisuma, Evil X, Tango (Hels, Keralis, Wels, Beef, etc mentions obvs)

TW: Bad self image, implications to crying

Quite angsty chapter, huh? Gets worse from here :)

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He didn’t mean to laugh, he really didn’t. If you asked, he’d swear up and down that it was completely unintentional. Yet, Ex’s lack of understanding on how most social cues go was too hilarious. Xisuma hadn’t ever imagined that his counterpart would confess so shamelessly. Though, what was he going to expect? Given the recent events, saying it now would be the better choice….given some options he’s listed in his head to end what was happening.

And yet, to say it especially in front of four other people, and Xisuma himself outside listening in on the conversation, was simply the best. Though, Xisuma hoped he hadn’t offended his counterpart by laughing so suddenly. With that thought brought Ex outside to see what the commotion was about. From outside, Xisuma heard the others resume an assumingly embarrassing conversation.

What Xisuma didn’t expect was angry red eyes pointed right at him as his counterpart stood in front of him.

“You didn’t tell me that I shouldn’t just go around saying it!”

Xisuma shushed the other and pulled him a couple buildings away. “I know, I know. And I’m sorry for laughing, it wasn’t my place. But honestly, Evil X, what did you expect from saying something like that?”

Ex only crossed his arms with a huff. “For them to not question it so much, first of all.” He avoided Xisuma’s eyes and sighed. “Hels….didn’t look too happy to hear it….”

Xisuma put a hand on the other’s shoulder. “Ex, this is what I meant by how it can probably be one sided. Though, I dunno if that would be safe to assume just yet.” He pulled the hand away and mirrored Ex’s crossed arms. “Not to mention, you’ve completely humiliated him.”

His counterpart suddenly seemed fearful about what he had said. “I did?”

“Yes, you did. Given the already occurring events, you’ve honestly probably made his day worse.” Xisuma was firm, not hardly trying to sugarcoat his statements. Unfortunately, this was the best way for his counterpart to understand the consequences of his actions, even if Xisuma hadn’t technically told him about the boundaries when it came to romance.

“I didn’t mean to! Tango asked….technically. Why not blame it on him?!”

Xisuma merely rolled his eyes. “I honestly can’t answer that besides saying that it wasn’t on him.”

“Well, you have all the answers apparently!”

The admin suddenly became much less into the idea of having Ex understand, more or less into simply disregarding him as a whole. “Well, Evil X, I don’t. And it’s time you understand that you can’t always get the answers you want or need and you need to figure out things on your own.”

Xisuma didn’t try to sound as harsh as he did, especially as he ended his reply with a pointed glare. Nonetheless, he got his point across.

Ex fiddled with his gloves. “Oh….well you’re not very nice,” was all he concluded. Almost like a toddler deciding how their parents were apparently rude for not letting them be in danger. “Can’t you make sure nothing bad happened? I don’t want to talk to him.”

Xisuma’s glare hardened. “It’s not my job! This is entirely on you and you’re facing the consequences. I’m not your parent!”

“You’re the one who told me about all the romance stuff, you didn’t say anything about this!” Ex pointed an accusing finger at his brother. “This is your fault!”

That only frustrated Xisuma further and with that, he decided he had enough of Ex’s tomfoolery. “You know what, Evil X? I’m no longer responsible for your mess. If you get into trouble or get hurt, don’t come to me.”

Ex grew exasperated. “Wait, I have to handle this?! I need help!”

“Well you aren’t getting any. Not from me, at least.” The admin replied coldly. With no other word, Xisuma took some rockets and flew off in some random direction, leaving Ex on the ground behind. He had no intentions to continue talking to his counterpart.

For some reason, the discussion only left Evil X more upset...and quite surprised. He wasn’t mad at Xisuma, interestingly. Just mad at himself. He didn’t think those couple of sentences would get his brother to leave out of anger so quickly though. Xisuma was such a chill and polite person and would at least stay for further discussion, even moving to try to dissolve the tension. But instead, Ex was met with a sudden abandonment.

Ex really must’ve said something wrong to make the other so frustrated. He racked his brain for what he said, already beginning to forget what on earth either of them had discussed in detail. It was a heated argument, to be fair, he must’ve just said some things he didn’t really mean and that honestly made him feel much worse. All he could conclude from it, however, was that he just lost a friend.

Great, Xisuma, of all people, hates him. He just made someone who rarely throws a fit completely fly off to avoid him.

Because I’m an idiot, he thought. And I’m stupid for thinking I’d ever have a chance at keeping a friend.

He sighed sadly, ducking his head. Now Hels probably hated him, too, if anything. And now Xisuma hated him. Now Wels probably hated him, too, considering how much Ex loved his evil counterpart. And now that he made Xisuma angry, Xisuma would go and tell all the other Hermits what he did and then they’d hate him too. Then he’d be banned again and go back to square one.

“Because I’m just Evil Xisuma,” he concluded aloud, saying his name in a mocking tone, spiraling into his own thoughts.

Maybe he should just leave. It was for the better, mostly for the sake of not being humiliated as well. But he didn’t want either knight coming after him or Xisuma threatening to ban him again for his mistakes. He was better off just finding his way back to The End and residing there thousands upon thousands of blocks away from everyone else….and his problems.

He tightened his arms around himself. Or maybe The Void would simply be a better option.

“You okay there?” asked a voice, pulling him from his thoughts. He turned and there stood Tango, one of the last Hermits he honestly expected.

“Oh um….not really, to be honest,” Ex replied sadly.

Tango tilted his head with worry. “Is it because of what I said earlier? I didn’t mean for all of that to happen.” He shuffled in his spot absentmindedly.

Initially, Ex just wanted to snap at him and say yes, in fact, it was your fault because if you just kept your damn mouth shut, we wouldn’t be here now would we? But he didn’t. His hands merely tightened around his arms in a silent reply.

“Okay, you don’t have to answer, I understand. but uh….where’s Xisuma?” Tango looked around for the admin, seeing that he hadn’t come back to the little room they were in.

Behind the red visor, Ex was lucky that Tango wouldn’t see tears pricking at his eyes at the very thought of his earlier interaction with his brother. The thought of being thrown into the thick, suffocating, syrup-like blackness that was being banned.

“I….made him angry,” he quietly answered, voice wavering almost too noticeably. The demon suddenly seemed upset himself, though a wave of annoyance or irritation of some kind crossed his features briefly. He crossed his arms.

“What did you say to him, Ex?” He asked, now not seeming so sympathetic as he was before. More or less, he just looked mad too.

And that only made Ex stammer. Oh no, now Tango was going to hate him too. This was just peachy. Here was Evil Xisuma, feeling like a deer in the headlights, shaking in his boots, wanting to be anywhere that wasn’t here. This only pushed the tears further and his face began to heat up. So, with that, he left.

Best to avoid his problems.

“I um- I’m going to….go to my base….” he muttered.

Despite the demon’s further questioning and requests for him to stay, Ex pulled out his own rockets and made a beeline for what he now didn’t really want to call his home. Not now with his closer proximity to Xisuma’s base and his farms. And certainly not next to Keralis, who was more than likely just told about Xisuma’s little argument with Ex and how evil Ex was, how that the counterpart just humiliated one of his best friends and practically got cut off by his own brother.

“I’m going to just ban him, better off that way,” he could already imagine Xisuma saying.

The sight of the randomly placed blocks didn’t ease him in the slightest. In fact, all of the various shades of red, courtesy of his visor, was too much to look at, even through the new blurry wetness in his eyes. He kept walking further and further, across the long strip of concrete, turning to quartz stairs leading into darkness, and through the maze of hallways.

On and on he paced until he was met with the familiar sight of The End portal. The silverfish still hanging around didn’t faze him, not hardly. All he cared about was making his way up the steps and past the spawner. He stopped at the edge, taking one last look behind him as if he hoped someone would magically come to stop him, but unsurprisingly, there was no one. Just the cold stone and iron bars staring right back at him.

Rightfully so.

And with that, he lept into the portal, already becoming familiar with the soft yellow stone beneath his feet and the buzzing of various enderman.

#my fic #to hell and back #helsknight x evil xisuma #hels x ex #evil xisuma #helsknight #xisuma #tango tek #welsknight #long post

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nightowlfandom · 5 years

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Katsuki Bakugou- Cruel Prankster (Part 1)

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

YOU GUYS I’M SICK!!! WHAT IS THIS TOMFOOLERY, SEND HALP

Leggo!

....

You were perhaps the most adorable thing anyone has ever had the pleasure of speaking to. You were happy-go-lucky and always had a smile on your face no matter what mood everyone seemed to be in. It wasn’t an act or a fake-out, it’s just who you were.

As weird as it seemed, no one ever saw you sad or saw you cry. It was refreshing to see such a positive person everywhere.

“Good Morning Izuku!” You skipped past your green haired friend. “Looking good champ!”

“Hi Y/N-Chan!” Izuku waved to you as you practically hopped down the halls.

“Hiya Shoto!” you waved to the half and half haired cool guy.

“Hello Y/N.”

You proceeded to walk down the halls, saying hello to everyone you passed by who welcomed you with a smile.

“Looking good Iida!” You called.

“And a very good morning to you Y/N!!”

“Oh so you aren’t gonna say hello to me?!?!” an obnoxious voice ripped through the air making you stop. You turned around and saw the ticking time-bomb that was Bakugou.

“..Hi.” you shyly smiled , before turning back around.

“Can you believe her!!!” Bakugou barked as Kirishima walked up shaking his head.

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you” He laughed.

“It’s not that far fetched. Y/N is nice to everyone, except for you Bakugou.”

“I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOU, DEKU!” Bakugou barked in response. “Hm, I’ll teach that brat to be rude to me! I’LL SHOW HER!”

“How exactly do you plan on doing that? No one exactly has a vendetta against Y/N.” Todoroki commented watching you pay close attention to a stray weed flower that another student was showing you.

“Shut up! I know what I’m doing!” he barked in reply, glaring as you walked up to a group of girls who seemed to welcome you the same as the other students.

What was so great about you anyways?! Why did everyone like you!?!?!? Hell if he knew.

...

You stopped by your locker to get something. “Leave it to me to forget.” you shook your head. Iida had given you a folder of extra papers from that time you were absent and you forgot to give them back to him. You were about to open the locker when Izuku came rushing up to you, looking like he had something super important to say.

“Y/N!!” Izuku ran up. “Good you’re still here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you raised an eyebrow. "Did you need help with something?”

“No! It’s Kacchan!” he breathed. “He’s planning something!”

“Like what?” you replied, closing the tiny locker door.

Suddenly, something fell on your head, something liquid and very gross smelling. You froze in place as everyone turned to look at you also in shock. You clothes were soaked in this mystery fluid and you could tell from the smell of it that it wasn’t something that probably shouldn’t be on you. You stared at your hands and clothes in shock, looking around and wondering who would have done this.

“Like that.” Izuku frowned, realizing he was too late. You both looked up and saw something rigged right above your head.

You suddenly heard Bakugou’s howling laughter roar throughout the hall as he pointed at you.

“HOW’S THAT FOR A HELLO” He kept laughing, despite not noticing how everyone else wasn’t.

Whatever you were covered in stank to high heavens and the fumes felt like they were stinging your eyes. If whatever you were covered in got into your eyes, you definitely might have been blinded. No one had ever seen you frown before, but it was definitely a heartbreaking sight. They would never question their curiosity again because it was exactly as they thought it would be.

Heart-shattering.

You looked up an Bakugou who was still laughing when a sob ripped through your throat, causing him to freeze along with everyone else. The frown on your face said everything, you didn’t find his joke to be very funny.

“Are you crying?” he asked lowly. “Are you really crying right now?!! IT WAS A JOKE, DUMMY!”

You covered your face with your hands and just stood there sobbing your eyes out. You had never been more embarrassed in your life. You continued crying while Bakugou went on about how you were one of those girls who didn’t know how to take a joke. You looked up at Bakugou, now more angry than sad.

“WHAT DID I EVER DO YOU YOU!?!’ you had trouble getting out the words. “DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH! IS MY EXISTENCE THAT MUCH OF AN INCONVENIENCE TO YOU...YOU” You tried to find the words to say. “...YOU GLORIFIED ATOMIC BOMB FROM HELL!” You continued to sob. Instantly, you pushed past him and ran as far as you could. You couldn’t help but choke on your own breaths as you slammed the doors behind you.

Everyone looked out the window and noticed that as you ran down the sidewalk, the flowers around you began wilting and dying.

Soon, everyone’s attention was turned to Bakugou.

“Well, you got the reaction you wanted. I hope it was worth it Bakugou.” Todoroki shook his head.

“Geez.” Izuku commented, watching as Uraraka, Mina, and Momo chased after you, each calling for you. “You didn’t have to be so mean.”

“SHUT UP DEKU!” Bakugou growled in response.

“Hey, I gotta go with him on this one. You messed up, man.” Kirishima shook his head.

...

You walked through the halls the next day staring down at your feet, you didn’t look up at anyone, you didn’t talk to anyone, you just walked. No one dared try to approach you, or even say a word. Your little show yesterday still had everyone shaken up.

“Well what do we have here!?”

A certain voice ripped through the hall.

“Is Y/N, the little sensitive brat still mad at me?” Bakugou laughed. You stayed quiet. “Hey! I’m talking to you.”

“Leave me alone.” you mumbled.

“What?!” Bakugou replied.

“...You heard me. I said leave me alone.” you tried to walk past him, but he blocked your way.

“What if I don’t want to!?” he challenged.

“.....”you turned the opposite way and decided that ,maybe a detour would get him off your back.

...

“Here.” A lunch box was thrown in front of you.

You had been avoiding Bakugou for three days, so you were surprised when he finally found you in an empty classroom.

‘What’s this?”

“I haven’t seen you eat lunch in four days, take it and eat it.” he demanded like a stern parent. “Your quirk could suffer if you aren’t well fed.”

“Why do you care? You insult my quirk every chance you get.” you mumbled, opening the box. You were welcomed (and surprised) by all your favorite foods in the box. Almost as if he knew exactly what you liked in and out. But it’s not like Bakugou took his time to ask around and demand from your friends to know your favorite places to hide or favorite things to eat, that would be stupid!...right?

“I don’t. I just don’t need you slowing me down just because you aren’t caring for yourself.” he replied. “So sit down and eat...and..I guess I’m sorry about that prank.”

“You guess?!” you repeated in shock. “Let me guess, Izuku got in your head and convinced you to try and wave some stupid white flag to get me to forgive you?” you spat. “Or did Iida threaten you or something?”

Bakugou hid his surprise, he never heard you speak in that tone before. Your voice was usually happy sounding and giggly, this side of you could even freeze over a volcano.

“No!” he retorted. “It’s just seeing you cry over something so little is ridiculous that I figure that-...you’re crying again!!?!” he growled, seeing you sniff.

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” you turned away, wiping your eyes. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Because...you’re so nice to everyone that it could get you into trouble!” he fired back. “Plus you never treat ME with the same respect.”

“Because my first day here, I tried to say hi to you and you laughed in my face.” you said sheepishly. “Then you said that if I thought I was worthy if being your friend then I was mistaken.” you recalled your very first day back then.

“Well WHY DID YOU LET ME GET IN YOUR HEAD THEN?!” he exploded again, crossing his arms. “I’m not that much of a monster...plus...you aren’t...completely useless.”

He would never compliment your quirk, ever. He wouldn’t compliment anybody’s and you weren’t any different...but he had to admit...you were pretty good at what you were able to do.

“and...y-you aren’t a complete worthless person” he mumbled.

“Huh?” you were confused. “Do you hate me or like me because you’re starting to confuse me now!” you whined.

“God-damnit! Do I have to do everything?!” he snapped. Before you knew it, Bakugou put his hands on both your shoulders and kissed you suddenly. To keep you from pulling away, his hands moved to your cheeks, gently caressing each side of your face.

He pulled away to find you looking as if you just saw a ghost. You could only pray he didn’t see the way your face was heating up like a tea kettle.

“N-now stop being sad and dreary! You look...nice when you smile.” he snapped, mumbled the last part.

“I do?” you raised an eyebrow. “I thought you hated me?”

“I do! I mean...I don’t! I mean..ARGH!” he seethed. “SHUT UP!”

“I didn’t say anything!” you pouted!

“ARGH!” Bakugou kissed you again, this time wrapping his arms around your waist. You were taken aback when one of his hands gingerly held onto the back of your head. Not knowing what you were doing, you gently held onto his shirt collar returning his affections.

Bakugou must have come to his senses before he pulled away from you, inhaling sharply as if he was almost drowning.

“Uh....eat your f-food stupid. I’m not leaving until that box is empty.”

Wordlessly you sat down and Bakugou pulled up a chair and sat across from you, both of you thinking the exact same thing.

What. the. hell. just happened...and why did you like it so much?

#anime x reader #anime imagines #anime scenarios #anime headcanons #anime x reader imagines #anime x reader scenarios #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou imagines #katsuki bakugou imagines #bnha bakugou imagines #bakugou x reader imagines #x reader

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merryfortune · 4 years

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July Nights

Fandom: Animal Crossing New Horizons

Ship: Isabelle/f!Island Representative

Word Count: 3,488

Tags: Canon Compliant, Fluff, South Hemisphere Setting

The snow fell peacefully all afternoon and looked gorgeous against the encroaching night. Isabelle watched it from her window with a mug of mocha-caramel coffee to warm her paws. She listened to the click-clack of Tom’s claws on his laptop’s keys as she enjoyed her umpteenth break today.

The island was so wonderful, every day an idyllic dream, she thought. It had been ages since she had last been asked to scold someone for inappropriate clothes or vulgar language. Her nose wrinkled with a laugh as she mused on that as she took yet another sweet, sweet sip of her coffee and savoured the dulcet taste of it.

Isabelle sighed as she let the moment linger before the doors to the Resident Services’s building flung open. She could have jumped out of her skin but thankfully, she hadn’t. Turning herself around to greet the visitor, she noticed that Tom most certainly had. His tail was straight as an arrow but very, very fluffy with his spook as the Island Representative gallivanted inside.

Cold winds blew right up until those thick, oaken doors shut once more. Even then, Isabelle had to shiver thanks to that icy blast that the Rep had let in as she marched up to oh! To her counter!

Isabelle couldn’t believe it, she set down her mug of coffee on her desk and she hurried to her side of the long, marble counter which split the Services building in half longways. She smoothed down her dark green skirt and attempted to dazzle the Rep with another one of those million bell smiles of hers - it worked every time.

The Rep greeted her with a crinkly eyed smile of her own; a hand lifted in greeting as well and it was time to let their dinky little meeting begin. It was always so nice to have something to do, Isabelle thought.

“So, what did you need today, ma’am?” Isabelle asked.

“An island evaluation, please.” the Rep chirruped.

Of course. It was rarely anything else these days. The flag and island tune were all set and all the islanders were getting along for the time being. The only thing there was left to do on the Island Representative’s to-do list was to build up their reputation so that they could get the one and only K.K. Slider to come perform. Oh, that would be so splendid if they could get that to happen.

“Well,” Isabelle began, her voice perky as she smiled, shuffling papers, “the recent feedback has been stellar but no dice. We come up during many a water cooler chats and we’re making top ten listicles as well but… but we’re still only a four star island, I’m afraid.”

“Aw, darn... “ the Rep mumbled; she snapped her fingers, too and Isabelle could just see all her hopes dashing. “I’ve been working really hard on the latest feature of our island, too.” And then just like that, Isabelle could see all her hopes return and surged. Perhaps even more powerfully at that given how her eyes bugged with amazement. “Actually, I know,” she said, “you should come and have a look. It’s finished, I promise. Not like, um, not like with the playground, I swear.”

Isabelle laughed. Yes, she remembered the playground debacle, ha-ha. The Rep had been so pleased to make all those building blocks and rocking horses and to steamroll that one, perfect piece of the island… only to decide that she wasn’t satisfied with it and put the project on a not quite hiatus. She swears she’ll get back to it… she just needs to do some… remodelling… which she can’t do until she unlocks terraforming… which she can’t do unless K.K Slider comes… which doesn’t matter anyway because her head’s reeling at a million miles an hour with ideas to make their island the bestest that there ever was and it was time to start yet another project scene.

That’s what Isabelle not so secretly nor not so quietly admired about her. She had such vivacious tenacity which lit up her face with brilliance and such pep in her steps. She never got discouraged and she had high standards for herself and for this Island. She truly was the one meant to be their dear, little island’s Representative.

But back to the matter at hand. Isabelle sighed and she bore a sympathetic look into those big, black eyes of her’s.

“I’m sorry, Rep, but - but I shouldn’t. I’ve got work to do, you know? Um, like, like doing some filing. I have to scan some things and send them to places and-” Isabelle rambled.

From across the room, Tom put his foot down. He pinched the bridge of his snout with unamused contempt. “Isabelle,” he said firmly, “just take the rest of the night off. If you have unfinished business, I’ll get to it if it’s that urgent but otherwise, come back to it in the morning, with fresh eyes. Some fun would do you some good, you know. You’re still young, too young to be an old fuddy-duddy like me.”

“Tom!” Isabelle exclaimed whilst the Island Rep laughed in her cushiony chair across from her.

“So, what do you say? I think you deserve to see the newest sights that way you can write a listicle or whatever when you get back and that might help propel us to that five star rating, yeah?” the Rep teased her.

“Oh, oh, okay, it’ll be a business trip.” Isabelle said, tail wagging. “That sounds quite acceptable.”

Tom just groaned hearing his golden protege hear that but it got her out from behind her counter which was the main thing.

Isabelle trotted out from behind the counter; lifting it up at the middle seam and then put it back perfectly in place. She beamed at the Island Rep who welcomed her with an outreached hand.

“C’mon, let’s go, I know it’s cold outside but trust me, what I have in store for you will warm you up to the core.” the Island Rep assured her as she began to lead her to the door.

Isabelle shivered with excitement, more forcing herself to shiver rather than having done it naturally, as the door was closed. “Ooh, sounds good.” she agreed.

Tom rolled his eyes from where he worked. Kids, he thought. Although, as he began to pen some numbers down on a notepad to double check his maths, he did briefly wonder if his kids - Timmy and Tommy - would ever be like this. He hoped not. He wanted them to stay small and relatively less annoying like this forever.

The door opened and everyone inside shivered although, surprisingly, the snow had stopped. But it certainly did look pretty outside. The Island Rep glanced at Isabelle and smiled big. Isabelle laughed and the two rocketed off outside. The Island Rep dragged Isabelle through the snow and it was such crisp joy.

Snow scrunched and crunched underfoot. It was such fun to run through the flurry as the Rep led Isabelle to the east, first. They rocketed across a wooden bridge and through snow dusted flowers and past a thick, verdant forest all blanketed in the snowy, wintery goodness. The snow on the ground twinkled serenely, even as they ripped through it. Occasionally, they would pass by one of their neighbours who would stop and stare, confused, to see that Isabelle was the one partaking in such hooligan behaviour. The fact that it was the Island Rep leading and initiating such tomfoolery was much less surprising as it was more in line with her behaviour and reputation but not sweet, introverted Isabelle who so rarely stepped a toe outside the Services building.

They hooked a left up in the middle of this third of the island and began to run out of puff. It was kind of nice, though. As they slowed down and let go of each other, they could see their breath in front of them. A huff and a puff of white clouds which tickled their noses as they started to ascend a stone staircase which was at the bottom of the first of the two upper island crests in this region of the island.

Isabelle remembered the ceremony which they had hosted for it the other day. She had wondered why the Rep had decided on that particular location but that idle curiosity had barely consumed her like it was now. Her heart raced as she climbed to the top of the stairs, trying to glance around in the dark where she had stood for the ceremony. The photographs taken then had dazzled her, making her see spots where there weren’t any. The ceremony had been so much fun, actually. It was always fun to pop the poppers but the clean up was always something of a drag. Just because the used streamers were biodegradable

“We’re almost there.” the Island Rep told Isabelle when they had made it to the top.

From where they stood, they were greeted by a sea of flowers all dancing in the moonlight. Petals, red and yellow and white and even some orange and pink, twitched out of synchronicity with one another. There had been some effort to dig the ones out which would get in the way of where people would walk but some had already grown back through.

The Island Rep noticed and giggled sheepishly but there was no time to get her shovel out and do some more cleaning up. Isabelle didn’t mind.

“So where is it? The newest feature of our island that you wanted to show me?” she asked.

She looked around; towards the inlet which had a waterfall, just past that grove of trees and then the other way, there it was a clear view to the sea. Isabelle couldn’t see a manmade object in sight but that wasn’t a bad thing. The natural look was so, so beautiful as well.

The Island Rep’s already sheepish demeanour turned yet even more so. She was a little embarrassed as she rubbed the back of her head.

“We still have a little more to go.” the Rep said. “We’re gonna need to climb a ladder. Are you alright using mine?”

“Oh!” Isabelle exclaimed with a blink. “That’s a little… dangerous. No, adventurous. It’s adventurous. I’d be happy to… so long as you help.”

She asked so cutely, how could the Island Rep say no?

“It’ll be easy as pie.” the Rep replied after a slightly longer than intended pause. And then she had a sudden epiphany, eyes going up wide. “You can go first but promise not to look, I want to be there when you see it.”

“Okay, okay, I can do that.” Isabelle replied with laughter in her voice.

Together, the Island Rep and Isabelle moseyed up to the next set of cliffs. It was daunting but with more than enough ease, the Island Rep whipped out her ladder and set to work with helping Isabelle up.

It was probably only a three-four foot incline upwards but Isabelle was shaken nonetheless. At the bottom of the ladder, the Island Rep held it steady whilst Isabelle so carefully climbed up and made it to the top of the highest area of the island. Once Isabelle gave her the a-okay, the Rep clambered up as fast as she could.

At the final rung of the ladder, Isabelle offered the Rep her paw and the Rep took it. With a great heft, Isabelle helped the Island Rep to her feet. She was then satisfied and returned the ladder to her inventory. All whilst Isabelle kept her promise. She didn’t sneak a single look at what was behind her whilst the Rep was preoccupied with her pockets.

“Okay, I’m ready.” the Rep said.

“Oooh, I’m so excited.” Isabelle could have danced on the spot with her overexcitement.

“You can look now then.” the Rep said.

Isabelle turned around and she gasped. A hot springs had been installed by the riverbed.

“Do you like it?” the Rep asked.

Isabelle was too stunned to speak as she let her eyes savour what had been prepared before her. Her tail lifted, went stock still, before wagging immensely as she glanced around but her eyes kept coming back to the formation of rocks in the very centre of this plane which had been mostly cleared of trees. Reams of steam curled up off the still, warm water of the hot spring which had been installed. A little clay froggy sat at the back of the rocks and there was a sign customised with a bowl of fruit. Bamboo grew towards the far sides of the cliff and Isabelle sighed. Two types of fruit trees had been planted nearby and she could smell their deliciously sweet scents. There was a hat stand to look after discarded clothes nearby and an array of zen pillows to sit on: all coloured greens and golds, standing out against the white of the fallen snow.

“Oh, I love it, Rep,” Isabelle swooned, “this is easily your best work yet.”

“D’aw, thanks.” the Rep replied, rubbing beneath her nose to further hide the blush on her cheeks in the dark.

“It’s a shame, it’s far too cold to soak, I think.” Isabelle replied. “We should wait for spring…”

“That’s quitter talk, Isabelle.” the Rep said and she smacked Isabelle good-naturedly between her shoulders.

“I dunno…” Isabelle quibbled.

“Please, I brought us some wrap-around towels and spare clothes. If we’re quick, we won’t be cold.” the Rep insisted pleadingly.

Isabelle looked towards her. Those cute little eyes of the Rep’s made it so difficult to say no to so she sighed. She laughed awkwardly and rubbed her arms.

“Okay,” she said, “let’s do it.”

“Yes, I knew you’d come around.” the Rep exclaimed.

The Island Representative fussed about with her inventory again. She got changed into a wraparound towel and then passed a second one onto Isabelle. She trembled on the spot as she held onto the item in question. It was so sweet of the Island Rep to have gotten one in one of her favourite colours; Isabelle had always felt that earthy tones like brown looked best on her. Excited, Isabelle got changed and she almost couldn’t bear it.

It was far too cold to be walking around in a bath towel, Isabelle could have squealed. She had a nice thick coat of winter fur on but that poor human of hers. She didn’t know how the Island Rep did it. Running around in all sorts of things; swimming in the sea, looking for sea critters. Argh, the thought alone terrified Isabelle and froze her to the core.

Absorbed by all her playful misery, the Island Rep took the initiative once again. She took Isabelle by the paw and tugged her towards the hot springs. They leapt into it as though they were leaping into the sea. Hot water went everywhere and they sank the depths, rising up, heads bobbing, and laughing so hard with the mess they had made.

“Oh, Rep, you are such a card.” Isabelle exclaimed in something of a whiny voice.

The Island Representative laughed. Heck yeah she was.

As the Island Rep’s giggles faded out, Isabelle began to smile. She sighed and they both enjoyed a moment of eventual quiet. It was nice.

Isabelle tilted her head up and she gasped. The skies were so beautiful tonight. She glanced downwards and she noticed all the night sky’s reflection in the water in between the ripples and the curls of steam. Isabelle could not be more enchanted as she felt her heart pound just that little bit more quickly in her fluffy chest.

She turned her head to the Island Rep, she looked so darling with water in her hair and stars in her eyes. She, too, equally as mesmerised with the fruit of her labour. Gosh, she couldn’t have picked a better spot for such a lovely and serene scene as this, Isabelle wanted to praise her.

“Thank you for this.” Isabelle found herself saying, not thinking.

The Island Representative seemed to have not been expecting that. She seemed a little spooked by what Isabelle had suddenly said but it turned to humility.

“I’m glad you like it.” she replied.

Isabelle beamed. Her joy was delightful on her furry muzzle and the Island Rep relished the expression. The crinkles on the side of her eye, particularly note worthy despite being so small and in the dark as well.

The water had long since stilled despite their entry into it and Isabelle disrupted it, unthinking. She moved in closer to the Island Rep. Her paw fumbling over the Rep’s hand and she stroked at it, awkwardly. The Island Rep didn’t mind, not even when Isabelle’s claws, non-retractable as she was a canine, lightly grazed over her skin.

“You do a lot for us.” Isabelle added, not quite yet done with praising the Island Rep. “For the Island, not just me.”

“I gotta.” the Rep said. “I love you guys.” She felt a bulge form in her throat and it made her hesitate; to double guess herself and the like but ever the ragamuffin, the only way she knew to handle it was by going through, guns blazing and the like. “I love you too, Isabelle. A lot, even.” Her heart pounded and she still found words to blurt out. “I’m glad we could have tonight together. To do something special.”

The Island Rep still felt as though she had more to say but instead, she found herself being sucked into the awespiring blackholes of Isabelle’s eyes. They kept widening and widening and were still somehow getting wider with her wonder at the Island Represenative’s confession. The shock was sweet and palpable.

“....Really?” Isabelle whispered. “You… love me?”

“Mmhm, most of all.” the Island Rep promised and she took Isabelle’s paws - both of them. She held them tightly. The Island Rep could feel the squishy bits of Isabelle’s paws on her palms; they felt like plush leather, it was sensory heaven to her, even submerged in the water.

“Oh, that’s lovely, thank you, I - I love you too.” Isabelle said.

Isabelle reefed her paws out from the Rep’s hands and flung them towards her face in an exuberant hug. The embrace which ensued with messy and had them splashing about in the hot springs but it was so, so much fun. And it ended with them settling down, with haphazard breaths and they stared into each other’s eyes.

“May I?” Isabelle asked. Her words were slow and tender, mixing up in the steam still roiling off the meniscus of the hot springs.

“Of course.” the Island Representative replied; Isabelle didn’t even have to ask but it was sweet that she had.

Isabelle pawed at the Rep’s face as she angled her own so as to get everything in the direction it ought to be going. So that noses wouldn’t bump into each other; so that teeth wouldn’t clink against teeth but all that happened anyway. It simply couldn’t be helped but at least it was funny. When they finally started to kiss each other - contact, warm, lip to lip and mouth to mouth - they were both laughing.

Isabelle’s kiss was everything that the Island Representative thought it would be. A little strange thanks to the physiological differences but it worked out nicely regardless. Isabelle’s kiss was a smooth caress, pressing forward but only with permission, with deft flicks of her wagging tongue whilst the Island Rep was a bit less controlled than that. Despite being human, she tried to be big and grand and long. She was free flying passion, poking forward with curiosity and excitement.

They were both loath to end it but they had to breathe on their own eventually. When it ended, there were stars in both their eyes and a fantastic happiness in both their hearts.

“I promise to take you on more breaks like this one soon.” the Island Rep said and she finally felt that she may have everything she had ever wanted off her chest now.

Isabelle giggled, demure. “I shall look forward to it.” She was evasive as she had her own designs - soon to be quite literally - now in her own mind. What if… for August… she could finally have plenty more escapes from behind the desks to light up the night with the Island Representative. Wouldn’t that be lovely?

For now, they just revelled in the lovestruck looks that they couldn’t tear away from each other. Soaking in the cool, winter air of July nights and the warm water of the hot springs. Not even minding that, eventually, they would have to get out and what a hop, skip, and a jump of trouble that would be but for now, they would enjoy what they had a little bit longer.

#writing tag #animal crossing new horizons #animal crossing #isabelle animal crossing #isabelle x island representative #isabelle x female island representative #femslash #july nights #i had this idea before the august update so i wanted to write it

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ari-arrivederci · 5 years

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Can I maybe get some reactions to La Squadra being called "adorable" by a female teammate during the middle of a really heated Stand battle with the enemy stand users? I just like the idea of them being completely either caught off guard or like totally into it. Haha

Not sure if this was quite what you wanted but hope you enjoy!

【Risotto】

Risotto is a serious assassin, and doesn’t fit the label of, ‘adorable.’ He has the amazing ability to block out just about anything that’s of little importance to him is outstanding. His focus is solely on the enemy at hand, occasionally shifting to you for just a brief moment. His senses are heightened, listening out for anything and everything you or the enemy says, and then he catches it, “Risotto, you’re adorable,” he pauses for a moment. Did you really just say that to him, especially now? Even the enemy heard your remark, but didn’t have much time to snicker before Risotto put and end to them and the battle as a whole; his face looking a little redder than usual. He’d reprimand you over it, but he never knew that’s what you thought of him.

【Ghiaccio】

Ghiaccio can be considered pretty adorable, until he opens his mouth at least. When fighting alongside him, it’s hard to get a word in, period, especially if he starts having a rant about something. Your only chance to speak would be when he pauses for a split second to breath or regain focus, and that’s when you let your remark slip. Oddly enough, it catches him off-guard for a moment while he process what you just said. His face goes redder as he tries to come up with a comeback or just something to say; he’s at a loss for words for the first time in his life, and it stays that way until the end of the fight when he can scold you for distracting him, still blushing feverishly.

【Melone】

When working with him, you’re able to have rather nice and long conversations due to his stand doing the grunt work. Watching how excited he gets with the growth of his junior, and just about anything really is rather adorable - to some at least. The battle is getting intense, making him smile gleefully to himself while typing away, you move a little closer to him, “You’re adorable,” you sang to him, watching in amusement as the typing came to a halt. He’s stunned, but hearing you say that fuels him even more, and Melone begins to work like a man possessed, hoping that you’ll praise him again.

【Pesci】

From every angle, Pesci is adorable. From his innocent, puppy like behaviour all the way to last hair on his head. You’ve teased him a few times and told him just how cute you think he is, but never in a stand battle where things are a matter of life-and-death. When you’re his partner, you have to do the majority of the work - especially the killings. You watch over Pesci like a hawk, seeing him concentrate while he casts his line, “You know, you’re really adorable when you try to focus like that,” your words drip with venom, and immediately throw Pesci off his game completely, even when you eventually win the fight he’s still flushed, and stutters when trying to say anything to you. He likes the praise of course, but there’s a time and a place. Prosciutto will reprimand you should he find out about it.

【Prosciutto】

He’s prone to ignoring you at times when working together, especially if he thinks nothing you say holds any value or isn’t important. He does sometimes humour you though, but during a stand battle where your life is potentially on the line, he has no time for tomfoolery. He looks elegant with the way he’s focused solely on completing the task ahead, though you dare ponder what he must think of you; shoving your face with ice cubes. Prosciutto turns to you, smirking slightly as he asks your thoughts on the situation, “I think you’re adorable,” you coo to him in response. He loses his composure for a brief moment, before snapping back to the task at hand. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth, but he’s a little happy that you think that.

【Illuso】

He almost seems to know what you’re about to say, even before you do. Illuso can read you and his opponents like a book, though stand battles don’t tend to last too long. Once your enemy in mirror - defenceless and standless, it’s only a matter of time. Illuso gets rather giddy when he has the battle in the bag, enjoying seeing how his foe reacts to Illuso toying with them before dealing the final blow. It’s a cute sight to some extent, and you can’t resist telling him how adorable you think he is. You wish you hadn’t. He gets flustered and almost loses himself when he tries to respond. Had you not been in his mirror world, the fight certainly could have gone to your opponent.

【Formaggio】

When working together, you and Formaggio have a strategy that works wonders. He shrinks down and hides in your pocket, allowing you to get close to the enemy before he finishes them off. It’s not as easy when in a stand battle, especially with you being the brains for the most part. Formaggio still tries his usual, shrinking down into the palm of your hand. You stare at him for a moment, smiling as you do so, “You’re adorable!” You squee, teasing him further by giving him a kiss. Your opponent may have been amused, and Formaggio would have been too, but not at that moment.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #risotto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #prosciutto #illuso #formaggio #jojo headcanons

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txladyj-blog · 4 years

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This Time Around - Chapter 27

A Daryl Dixon x OFC collaboration written by @xmistressmistrustx by request of @txladyj-blog

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character

Tags: Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Crush, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Mild Smut, Strong Language, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Some Canon Scenes and Dialogue

Chapters 29/?

Three weeks was a long time for Jess when her movement was severely restricted and everything that she did had to be managed with one arm while she became almost fanatical about doing physio exercises to coax her shoulder back to its original strength. Daryl had become her shadow, only leaving her for a couple of hours at a time and it was becoming very evident to her that his continual presence was beginning to grate on her nerves as well as convincing her that she was a huge burden on his life. She knew he was doing it because he cared, because he didn’t want to see her injure herself further and also because she’d heard him mutter to himself that it was all his fault in the first place. At any other time, Jess would have been ecstatic to be able to spend so much time with him but guilt was playing a huge part in Daryl’s actions and she couldn’t stand the thought of him blaming himself for what was essentially, an accident. She had tried and failed to get him to at least go back to Alexandria during the daytime, but he wouldn’t hear of it, telling her that he didn’t trust her not to push herself too far. She didn’t argue. He had a point.

During the evenings spent at the diner, they often went about their own business without the need to fill the silence with chatter. She would journal, spending her time doodling over writing the long paragraphs that harked back to her past. Daryl would carve arrows or make fishing weights while she witnessed how good he was with his hands from the other side of the room. Occasionally, they would indulge in fiercely competitive card games or would simply sit back and play ‘never have I ever’ with the short supply of orange juice that was rationed from Alexandria. It was a game that set Jess’s teeth on edge for fear of being asked something so personal that she may feel the need to lie. But it never happened and for that, she was grateful.

The nights were as peaceful as they could be, with only the twinges of discomfort in her arm that made her flinch awake. As long as Daryl was there, her nightmares stayed locked behind the barrier he’d created between her reality and that of her trauma. He slept beside her, keeping a small distance between them unless she worked her way into it and ended up flush against his body with her face buried in his arm. He didn’t stop her or dare try to move her, such a small and seemingly common situation for anyone else meaning so much more to him that it calmed his inner chaos as much as it did hers.

She wouldn’t have called it arguing as much, but being in such close proximity all the time meant that it was inevitable that they would discover things about one another that caused friction. But their frayed tempers never crossed the line into full-on conflict and Daryl had to admit that he sometimes liked digging at her and watching her irritation towards him. He would deliberately poke fun at her or use her need to be a stickler for organisation against her by putting her books back in the wrong order, reveling in watching her jut her lower lip out and giving him daggers for even touching them. She was easy to wind up because he knew, after so long, exactly what buttons to push. Although it was highly amusing, it wasn’t a patch on seeing her blush.

Jess wasn’t one to let deliberate teasing slide though and her retaliation to Daryl’s incessant mockery was to hit him with the one thing he couldn’t stand; someone telling him how to do something. Her need to continue training, albeit gently gave her the perfect opportunity to throw pointless comments at him.

“A bird could swoop down and rip that thing right off if you don’t put your tongue away when you aim.” She would quip from the side lines of her training ground. His jaw tightened and his face turned stony but still, she persisted.

“Keep your fingers still on that knife handle. Dang. It’s not a frickin’ accordion.”

Quite clearly, he was discovering that he wasn’t the only one to get enjoyment out of merciless tomfoolery and maybe, just maybe, he’d met his match.

Yes, three weeks was a long time for Jess. Especially when Daryl made no further attempts to kiss her and as a result, lured her into a head-space in which she’d convinced herself that the whole thing had been a lapse of judgement. That he really did just want to be her friend and nothing more. The worst part was the voice in the back of her mind that prodded at her self-esteem, goading her into believing that it was because he’d seen her with hardly any clothes on and so, the sight of her curvaceous shape and awkward conduct had turned him off completely. But she still caught him staring at her. An act that she was not completely innocent of herself and she wished and wished that it meant he was building up to making a move that, to her sadness, never happened.

At the end of the third week they trudged through the searing hot woods towards Alexandria. Everywhere she looked, Jess could almost see the heat rising in blurry waves all around them, as though they were walking through a mirage that the canopy of trees overhead did little to stifle. She talked mindlessly, paying little attention to the words that came from her mouth, her focus mainly being on her destination and how she would get there without boiling to death in the heat.

“You don’t have to stay with me anymore y’know. I’m fine. It’s been three weeks. If my arm was going to fall off, I’m pretty sure it would have happened by now.”

The crackling of twigs under boots and the swishing of fabric was all of a sudden a lot quieter than before and she smoothed a palm across her forehead and glanced to her side to find Daryl’s eyes firmly locked on hers.

“What is it?” She asked.

He said nothing and to her surprise, stopped walking, sighing deeply and regarding her as if she were some kind of troublesome issue in his life that he didn’t quite know how to handle. His eyes drifted away briefly, only to fall back to her and his hand clutched the strap of his crossbow at his shoulder. His fingers toyed with the frayed fabric and Jess started to feel uncomfortable when he stepped towards her, only to rethink it and step back again.

“Are you okay? What is it?” She pressed, knowing that if Daryl stopped in his tracks in the middle of the woods on a terribly hot day and said nothing, it meant that something was bothering him.

“Nothin’. It’s nothin’.” He grumbled before pushing past her and resuming his path along the dusty woodland floor. Jess flapped her hands by her sides in frustration and broke into a jog. Nearing him, she flung a hand out and slapped it across the left wing of his leather vest. He halted and before he could worm his way out, she skirted around him and defiantly blocked his path.

“Tell me.” She demanded.

She saw his throat ripple from a hard swallow and his eyes narrow in annoyance at being forced to speak when he’d opted not to.

“Told ya. S’nothin’.” He rasped. A response was not needed from Jess, she merely raised one eyebrow in disapproval and rested her hands on her hips. He evaluated the look in her eyes; stubbornness combined with concern.

“Fine” He conceded.

Just say it. Tell her you like staying with her and you don’t want to go back to Alexandria.

“I like…bein’ ‘round you.”

She flinched slightly at his comment, her eyes fluttering as she tried to decipher what he was getting at. Was it as simple as he said, or was there more to it?

“I like being around you too.” She replied.

The truth was, he’d been practically living with her for three weeks but he missed her desperately. He missed her kisses and the way she nuzzled at him and closed her eyes. He missed hearing her breathing change when his lips met hers and the way she held onto him like he might disappear. But hurting her was not an option and if he got too close, closer than he was at that point, the risk was too great. He would only have to step away to protect her from his perceived lack of anything to offer in a romantic capacity.

“I’ll tell Rick I’m comin’ back tonight.” He mumbled, lunging out to the side and storming past her.

“No, Daryl-Daryl, I didn’t mean that you had to go right away, or that you have to go at all. I just thought you might be real tired of me by now.”

He stopped and whirled around, striding up to her and stopping inches from her face. To the outside observer, it appeared like the start of a fight because of the shallow breaths from his nose and the angry vibe that surrounded him. Jess blinked in surprise but didn’t back off, holding her ground and bracing herself for an argument. His mind was jumbled, loud and busy and all he was able to do at that point was act on his impulses.

“I ain't never gonna get tired of you.” He growled at her.

Her mouth opened slowly and she blinked again as she tried to muster the courage to question if there was any truth to his statement if he never kissed her anymore but before she could even think straight, he’d spun back around and had vanished into the trees. All that remained was the faint odor of leather that lingered in her nose and made her wish that she could have the chance to smell the leathery, smoky fragrance of Daryl around her all the time, permanently and without having to question if she was good enough to ever feel the same love that she had for him.

When he arrived at Alexandria, Jess had followed on around five minutes behind him. Careful to allow him his space to simmer down from whatever had triggered his unpredictable mood. The streets were busy with people filtering out of their homes and setting off to their various jobs and Daryl sauntered along the sidewalk, aiming for the Grimes house when he was forced to stop by Glenn and Maggie, wrapped in an embrace in the middle of the sidewalk.

Glenn, who was playfully peppering Maggie’s cheek with kisses, held her close to his armor-clad body. Going on supply runs meant that he made sure to say a proper goodbye to Maggie. No one could ever be sure they would return from outside the walls but it was preferable not to mention such an unwanted outcome. Instead, enthusiastic farewells were the preferable option and Glenn and Maggie were unashamedly proficient at it.

“Wanna pour some Bisquick when I get back?” Glenn hushed at her.

Someone’s been talkin’ to Abe. Daryl thought.

Maggie shot him a confused look and placed a finger over his lips, silencing him from repeating any more of Abraham's crude sexual references. Daryl squirmed with anxiety and lowered his gaze as he approached the very public display of affection.

“You two ever put each other down?” He remarked, digging around in his vest pocket for his cigarettes.

Glenn turned to him with a wide grin on his face and Maggie stepped back in a haze, linking her fingers with his and holding onto his hand with both of hers.

“Happy wife, happy life.” She chuckled

“Maybe you should try it one day.” Glenn suggested with a slight squint against the sun.

Maggie giggled and gently slapped him on the forearm when she saw Daryl scoff and awkwardly shake his head. He didn’t know anything about romance, and realized that by making a careless, throwaway comment, he had somehow entered himself into the second conversation of the morning that he would rather not have.

“Don’t think so” Daryl mumbled, feeling his face turn warm as Jess wandered past on the other side of the street. He saw her do a small double take in the direction of the laughter from Maggie and Glenn and he deliberately averted his gaze, wary that she could be upset with him after his out of the blue admission in the woods. He hoped that they wouldn’t have to concern themselves with the discomfort of a discussion on the topic, but Daryl was learning that while he was just fine with burying his head in the sand, Jess sought answers and so far, he’d managed to avoid the elephant in the room. But now the elephant's days were numbered.

Glenn turned back to Maggie, tenderly kissing her goodbye and whispering that he loved her. When she left him to cross the street, he sighed happily as he and Daryl watched her join Jess in the pantry doorway. The click of a lighter and the scent of smoke snapped Glenn from his blissful vigil and he glanced to his side at Daryl, who’s vision was planted firmly on Jess as she explained in dramatic detail about how she’d injured her shoulder.

“Not seen you in a while, man.” Glenn pointed out. He’d spotted the top of a crossbow swaying against the light of the horizon from the tower and seen Rick exchange a few words with Daryl at the gate but they were the only two occasions in over two weeks that he could recall seeing Daryl inside the walls.

“Mm?” Daryl grunted, still keeping an eye on Jess. She was circling a hand over her weakened shoulder and motioning to the joint, a gesture which told Daryl that she was relaying the re-setting of the bones.

“Where have you been, Daryl?”

“Oh. Uh. Stayin’ with her.” Was his short response, coupled with a head nudged up in her direction as he exhaled smoke through his nose. “Dislocated her damn shoulder.”

“That’s rough. She alright?” He inquired.

“She’s too stubborn not to be.” He muttered to himself, shifting his weight and sensing that Glenn’s questioning was not quite finished.

“You guys seem… close.” He commented in a deliberately nonchalant tone. It was no secret to anyone that Jess and Daryl had grown close. Conversations were had behind closed doors and speculation was starting to increase among the group. Only a few had been brave enough to broach the subject with Daryl, who was notoriously a lone wolf with a short temper and all but Carol had been firmly ignored. Now, it was Glenn’s turn after he picked up on the strange atmosphere and ramblings of Jess in the room of Records during their residential supply run.

“Not you too. Don’t start with this shit, Glenn” Daryl sighed “You and Abe been sittin’ on the front porch gossipin’ like a couple old biddies drinkin’ tea after church?”

“What? No. Of course not.” Glenn quickly dismissed, covering up the fact that he had indeed spoken to Abraham about Daryl and Jess on more than one occasion before realizing that lying to Daryl was not a wise move. “I mean, we might have mentioned you guys once or twice.”

“Ain't nothin’ to talk about.” Daryl confirmed.

“C’mon, I noticed the weird atmosphere in that record room when we went on that run. You seriously telling me there’s nothing going on between you guys?”

Daryl took a long drag of his smoke and caught eye contact with Jess when Maggie left her to walk into the pantry. She gingerly held up a hand in acknowledgement to him. He mirrored her motion, seeing Glenn wave back eagerly from his peripheral vision. Guilt stung his heart for the untoward way he’d spoken to her in the woods. He was becoming more and more aware that his actions when he was around her were growing more erratic as his feelings for her spiraled into something strong and something that he was facing for the first time in his life.

“She’s fuckin’ awesome. We’re friends.” He finally answered. “Drop it.”

“Okay, man. That’s cool.” Glenn agreed, accepting Daryl’s veiled warning to leave the subject alone. “But y’know, If the walkers have taught me anything, it’s that life is short. There really shouldn’t be anything holding people back from relationships at this point. I mean, if someone had told me when I was still delivering pizzas and playing video games that I’d end up with someone as amazing as Maggie, I’d have laughed in their face. I guess this new life has a way of changing people and how they see you.”

Daryl flicked his cigarette end into the street and looked at Glenn with a baffled expression. Glenn wasn’t the only person to drop hints about his relationship with Jess. He’d faced it from Carol, Carl, Abraham and Rick and was beginning to question why everyone else seemed to be able to understand what he wanted more than he did. If he had his way, he and Jess would be together, outside the walls and away from the chatter and gossip. If he had his way, he would be the man she deserved and would be able to give her the kind of relationship she wanted. But he did not have his way, all he had was the memories of his past, the mistakes he’d made and the constant reminder that he wanted so much more for her. He couldn’t deny that Glenn had a point, people had changed and he’d witnessed it with his own eyes. But to him, he’d remained the same. Unworthy, clueless and not able to make her as happy as he wanted her to be. Such a topic was not favorable to Daryl and especially not out in the open. He huffed incredulously and refused to mimic Glenn’s small and genuine smile.

“What are you, Oprah now or somethin?” He questioned.

“You said you’re friends. You didn’t say you weren’t anything else.” Glenn shrugged as he took a quick glance at Jess.

“Get outta here n’ mind ya damn business” Daryl grumbled with burning cheeks and the urge to move and place himself somewhere he wouldn’t be forced to face the reality of his situation. He stepped off the sidewalk and into the road, picking back up on the path towards The Grimes house and leaving Glenn smirking behind him.

Inside the house, Carol was reclined on the couch thumbing through a book she’d picked up from the thrown-together library inside the church. It was a romance novel, typical of her taste and laden with enough cliches and dramatics to transport her into the pages and the realm of escapism that she needed from the harsh and ruthless world.

She sipped on a cold glass of water, grateful for the use of a working tap and never again planning on taking it for granted. On the coffee table, her knife rested, glinting in the sunlight from the window and rarely further than an arms length away from her grasp. She knew they couldn’t be too careful, especially after the town had been compromised in such a bad way. Always being prepared was key for Carol and she had no intentions to be caught off guard any more.

Hearing the front door open, she sighed and resigned herself to the idea that her reading time would be short lived unless she either locked the door or retreated to her bedroom. Footsteps clunked across the wooden flooring and stopped in the doorway. Carol sat up, craning her neck to see behind the couch and finding Daryl leaned against the door frame and fiddling with the leather holster of his knife which hung from his belt. His fingers plucked at the metal popper around the handle, snapping it closed and then open again, over and over. Carol raised her eyebrows at him as she climbed up from the couch and dropped her book on the arm.

“He lives!” she proclaimed. “I take it you’ve been staying with your girl.”

“She ain’t my girl.” He corrected quickly. In one way, she was his girl. His best friend. The only person he truly trusted with anything. But in another way, she was far from his girl and he wished, deep down in his heart that it wasn’t the case.

“Maybe not yet.” Carol muttered time herself as she picked up her glass of water and padded past him. She crossed the hall and entered the kitchen, her boots scuffing along the floor as she lazily dragged her feet.

“Give me a damn break, Carol.” Daryl complained while following after her. “ What the hell is wrong with everybody, anyways? I just had all this from Glenn. Can’t walk through the damn gate without somebody firing questions at me.”

She held her hands up in surrender and selected a mug from the cupboard. From the coffee pot, the poured the dark, steaming liquid into the mug and handed it to him. He watched her as she shuffled past him and settled on a stool at the kitchen island. He sipped the drink, almost able to feel the caffeine enter his veins, lighting up his body with energy. He turned, leaving the island and stalked over to the window, moving the drapes and keeping his eyes on Jess as she talked animatedly to Abraham and laughed happily.

Carol reached across the counter top and dragged a small, wicker box and a jacket towards her. She opened up the box and took out a sewing needle and black thread, effortlessly threading the needle and setting to work sewing up a hole in the seam of Ricks, fur-collared jacket. Her eyes moved up to Daryl intermittently and it became obvious what had garnered his attention through the window. Daryl was a quiet soul by all accounts, never one for rambling or mindless chit chat, but he did speak to Carol more than most and on that particular morning, he was quieter than ever. As the seconds ticked by and the hole in the jackets seam shrunk as a result of Carol’s sewing skill, he lingered by the window, slowly sipping his coffee with a blank expression.

“You okay? You’re normally quiet but this is unsettling.” Carol mentioned.

He briefly looked at her. A fleeting, split second glance over his shoulder.

“M’fine.”

He wasn’t fine, Carol could sense it. Call it woman’s intuition or just a vast knowledge of the complexities of Daryl’s character, but she knew that he was far from okay. He was preoccupied, pensive and somewhat deflated.

“You can tell me.” She reminded him in a blasé tone and turned her attention back to her sewing. She knotted the thread and tugged on the fabric either side of the stitches. It would hold fast and Rick would not have to lose the collar of his jacket. Satisfied with her efforts, she tidied away the needle and thread back into the box and folded the garment..

“I know.” Daryl responded softy. He knew Carol would always be there for him as someone to lean on and someone that understood him. Aside from Jess, she was the closest person to him and had shown him the importance of acknowledging his emotions.

“How is her shoulder?” She asked.

“Almost healed.” He grunted, lifting a hand and pushing the blind apart with his fingers to create a hole in which he could get a better view of Jess.

“So, why are you watching her as if she will shatter into a million pieces?” Carol questioned, now staring right at him with a stern expression. Daryl did a small double-take at her and suddenly felt exposed and caught out.

“I ain’t” He mumbled, moving away from the window and sitting down opposite her.

She waited patiently for him to speak, knowing it would happen sooner or later. She could almost see the load on his mind weighing him down. He fidgeted in his seat and sipped his coffee again before biting his lip.

“I dunno what the hell I’m doin’.” He admitted. They locked eyes and he could tell that she was full of sympathy and concern at his sad and overwhelmed voice. He was opening up and she adopted a calm and still presence so as not to scare him back into his silence.

“Can fight, can hunt, can tell good folks from bad ones.” He started. He was looking right at her, a desperate hope that she could follow what he was saying. “Can’t fuckin’ figure out what the hell is goin’ on in my own damn head.”

Carol pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side, lightly patting his hand which rested on the countertop.

“You have to ask yourself what it is that you really want.” She advised.

Daryl shifted and cleared his throat before rubbing at his eyes and growling low in his throat with frustration.

“Y’know what? Just forget I said anythin’.”

His walls were going back up and Carol felt momentarily powerless to stop them for fear of angering him, but she couldn’t abandon hope altogether and decided to shove aside her reservations and continue trying to extract the truth.

“What do you want, Daryl?” She asked directly.

Finding himself backed into a corner and unable to figure out a way to escape such a straight question, his eyes locked with hers. He knew better than to think she would announce anything he told her from the rooftops. His trust in her was unwavering, but discussing such a topic had never been on his radar before and confessing such a personal and real truth made his palms sweat and his chest hum with nerves. He knew exactly what he wanted and it had taken a fight in his own head to come to that conclusion. Admitting it out loud was a new battle altogether.

“Her.” He whispered “I want her.”

Once again, Carol reached out and touched his hand, covering it with her fingers and smiling warmly at him. In his life, Daryl had never experienced the comforting assurance of a good friend, let alone a female and he felt as though he’d reached a turning point by answering her question at all, let alone with something so private. He never remembered enough about his own mother to know if she was as caring and invested in his happiness as Carol was. But Merle had given him the impression that delivering bottles of wine to her bed was the about the extent of their relationship. He wondered if this was what he’d been missing out on for so many years, if he would have found his teenage years and time following his brother like a sheep any easier if he’d been encouraged to express himself in ways other than violence and mischief.

“You need to tell her” She urged, keeping her hand where it was and giving it a slight squeeze. He looked down at where their hands connected and closed his eyes for a moment. A myriad of flashbacks flickered through his memory. Drinking, drugs, robberies, fights, arrests. The abuse. The tormenting, harrowing, haunting abuse. The scars. It was out of the question; he could never tell her.

“I can’t.” He croaked.

“Why not?” She pressed with a short disbelieving huff.

“It’s complicated.” He told her. He took his hand away and let out a long exhalation.

“You think she doesn’t like you that way?”

He caught her eye again, unsure whether to proceed in telling her that he was well aware of Jess’s interest in him and that no matter how much she liked him, he was unwavering sure that he would only end up hurting her. He didn’t know how to be with someone in that way, didn’t know how to be one half of a whole and above all else, when he faced his deepest thoughts, he couldn’t even say that he believed in love at all. But Carol was staring at him with pleading eyes, desperate for him to just say what he was thinking and he’d got that far, it didn’t make sense for him to give up now.

“She likes me.” He disclosed “I uh… I know she likes me”

“She told you that?” She queried quickly and trying not to sound too surprised. It wasn’t a secret to Carol that Jess’s affection for Daryl far surpassed that of a friendship, but to hear him say it filled her heart with joy at the prospect of some actual potential.

“Overheard her talkin’ to Aaron.” He said.

Carol grinned unashamedly. There it was, finally. “I can’t say I’m surprised. It’s obvious you’re her favorite thing.” She beamed.

“Nah, she’s lost her mind. She shouldn’t like me.” He dismissed.

“Daryl, the only thing that matters is that you’re both happy when you’re together. She’s changed you. Brought you out of your shell. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if she hadn’t managed to knock down a couple of those walls you put up to stop anybody getting close to you.” She explained with a strong confidence that what she was telling him was right and that he needed to hear it.

He nervously scratched at the back of his neck. “I can't do this stuff, Carol. Women. This ‘feelings’ bullshit.”

“Just be honest with her. That’s all you need to do.” She reiterated.

“I want…” he rasped before pausing to stand up, signalling that he was more or less done with the conversation. “...I just want better for her.”

“Better? What do you mean, better?” She challenged.

His chin quivered as he chewed his bottom lip and tapped a finger on the counter a few times, pondering over how difficult it felt to express something so personal.

“Better than me.” He uttered.

Carol also stood up, placing her hand flat on the counter top in front of her and leaning closer to him. She’d had enough, she certainly didn’t see him as not good enough for anyone and he was going to listen to her if he liked what she had to say or not.

“Listen to me. You’re a good man. You’re just as good as Rick and Glenn and Abraham and anybody else. Just as good. You’re not who you were.” She affirmed with a reasonably loud thud of her hand every time the word ‘good’ left her lips.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her frustration to stay below the surface and drew in a deep breath.

“We all bleed the same color, Daryl. You have her blood in your veins, pumping through your heart. She is a part of you.” She continued. She opened her mouth to speak again but stopped when she noticed Daryl’s confused expression.

“What?” He questioned, baffled by her comments. “What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

“When she gave you blood to save your life. After that bastard shot you.” She reminded him.

He blinked in surprise and his eyes searched her face for any hint that it might be a twisted joke or her information was incorrect. But she stood firm and not a single thing about her demeanor told him that what he’d just heard was untrue.

“When she did what?” He asked.

Carol recoiled, taking a step back and bringing a hand to her mouth as if to stop herself from disclosing anything else that he didn’t know.

“I thought you knew. I thought she told you. I thought everybody knew. How did you not know?” she rambled.

“She ain’t told me nothin’. What the fuck?” he demanded, his face now fixed into a look of pure shock and bewilderment.

“Ah. Okay. Um.” She stuttered before shaking her head quickly and trying to gather her thoughts. She could only guess that there was a reason Jess had not mentioned it to him and began to fret that she’d opened a can of worms that Jess was trying to keep closed. “You almost bled to death. Denise and Rick…they didn’t know your blood type. Jess said she was O negative, compatible with most blood types. So, she donated blood to you until she almost passed out. She saved your life.”

Daryl’s mouth dropped open and he slowly moved back, away from the counter until his back thudded against the wall behind him. He smoothed a hand down his face and searched the floor with his eyes while his mind cast back to the days after he’d been shot, to all the opportunities she had to tell him, but didn’t. It was something he’d wanted to know, something he needed to know and he just couldn’t fathom why she would want to keep such an important thing to herself. He began to regret being so dismissive of Denise too, ruling out any opportunities for her to disclose what had transpired while he was unconscious. His body filled with dread; why did Jess keep it from him?

“She never told me” He sighed.

Carol rounded the Kitchen island and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. She gave it a slight squeeze and caught his eye, forcing him to lift his dipped head and witness her broad smile.

“Now you know how important you are to her.”

The fairground grass was getting long enough to obscure Jess’s feet and knees when she waded through it while checking her fences. The calming sway of the green blades in the breeze and the soft rustling as she meandered through the open spaces was one of the more favored parts of her day. The chance to take stock of the little things. If it wasn’t for the pestering of the odd Walker pressing itself into the diamond shaped fencing and dropping coagulated blood onto the metal barrier, she would have thought it wasn’t far from a normal, perfect, summer's day. She clunked her knife along the metal as she walked, sending a loud, abrasive sound travelling along the chain link and alerting the attention of two Walkers ahead. They paused their swaying and wheezing for a moment, like dogs caught by a high-pitched noise and soon, they were trundling towards her and reaching out at their unfazed and well, equipped prey. Jess positioned herself close to the fence, wincing in disgust when the two undead threw themselves at her. Skin ripped and rotting, a putrid odor and a deep, bubbling of mucus and blood in their chests. With her knife, she used the diamond gaps to eliminate the threats. One through the eye and the other through an already pre-existing hole in the side of its skull. They dropped to the ground, one slumping over the other and Jess backed away, sheathing her knife and making her way to the Ferris wheel.

The twinges in her shoulder were less persistent and the dull ache that had initially made her nauseous was now a thing of the past. Thanks to Daryl’s much loathed physio book and his watchful eye, she had made a decent enough recovery to be able to look after her own property again. But she was yet to be faced with a situation that meant her muscles and tendons were put under strain and she hoped that until she could build her strength back up, she wouldn’t have to be.

She flicked through her book with her legs outstretched and her back popped up against the control box to the Ferris wheel. The sun beat down on her head, warming her scalp and threatening to burn her nose, but she enjoyed it, basking in the warm glow of the sun and locating the folded, bookmarked page in her novel. She was disturbed when the bell rang at the gate and swung her legs from the platform. She trudged through the grass and to the path, raising a hand and waving at Daryl on the other side of the gate.

The hinges creaked loudly with the movement as she tugged the gate open and let Daryl inside. He appeared nervous and uncomfortable, with his hands firmly clamped around the strap of his crossbow at his shoulder. She clanked the gate shut and secured the lock, noticing immediately that he didn’t seem to be quite himself.

“You got a minute?” He requested.

“For you?”

“Mmhmm”

“I always have several minutes for you.” She chirped with a shrug of one shoulder. She paced over to the Ferris Wheel and he followed along behind her until she halted and turned back to him. He noted her casual attire; a T-shirt, jeans and a hoodie. She wasn’t planning on leaving her compound and that, Daryl considered, meant he’d chosen a good time to address a tricky subject. A long and heavy pause meant that her eyes widened in expectation and she pushed her lips into a thin line. His boot tapped on the gravel and his vision scanned the ground. He hoped she couldn’t see him summoning the courage to talk but he felt more exposed and readable than he’d ever felt before.

“Think we should talk.” He rasped.

She almost missed it. A rare, hushed and surprising comment that she’d not heard from Daryl before and as the words echoed in her head, her heart started to race and her body was suddenly awash with nerves.

“Oh… You-you do?” She asked without thinking.

For as long as she’d known him, he’d never been the one to request to talk to her in such a way and it was telling. Jumping to the first conclusion she created, she assumed something was very, very wrong.

“Sure. Are you okay?” She questioned. Her tone was upbeat but even she could her the slight tremor in her voice.

“Mmhm. Just… confused.”

“Why?”

“Things have been kinda weird between us.” He admitted, finally making eye contact and hoping that he could deliver his point without actually having to say the words. Words that he wasn’t even sure he could choose wisely anyway due to being so out of his depth, he was quite literally just winging it. Far from wanting to overwhelm the both of them with the disclosure that he now knew she’d sacrificed her own blood to save his life, he decided that one precarious topic was enough for one day and he would need time to think over the monumental and selfless act that she had committed to make sure that he still existed. “Think ya know what I’m getting’ at here.”

“I do?” She squeaked.

“The uh, the record room. In that house. What we did.” He dropped his hands and a whoosh of breath left his lungs and for the first time ever, Jess saw a flicker of fear on his face. “and the times before that.”

Am I dreaming this? He’s actually bringing this up?! I thought I was going to have to take this uncertainty to the damn grave.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah.” She agreed as casually as possible but when her voice replayed back in her memory, she sounded more like she wanted to run away and hide from the reality of it all. She’d gone from desperately needing to know where she stood, to being terrified of how real discussing things made it feel.

“I guess we should try n’ figure this out.” Daryl suggested.

All at once, Jess remembered the past three weeks in which he had attended to her every need and practically wrapped her in an impenetrable, invisible safety blanket. But also, how he’d kept his distance. He’d held her hand and slept close to her, even let her snuggle against him every now and then but he had not made one, single attempt to kiss her again. She remembered waking next to him one morning, he was facing her with his cheek illuminated by the thin ray of light through the gap in the blacked-out window. He was sleeping peacefully with her hand enveloped in his and curled against the bare skin of his chest where the top of his shirt was unbuttoned. She fought with all her might not to lean down and kiss him awake. The fear of his rejection was too great for her to act on her desire.

“But you haven’t kissed me in three weeks. I thought that was done.” She expressed.

I am far from done with you, girl. I wish I never had to be.

“Was ‘cause of me that ya fucked up ya shoulder.” He replied “Thought I should leave ya be.”

“Oh.” She heaved in a jagged and nervous breath “I don’t blame you for my shoulder. Was my own stupid fault. I thought...” she stopped herself, reluctant to tell him the real reason she’d pinned on his inaction.

“You thought what?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She whispered, trying to brush it aside to avoid telling him the embarrassing truth. His expression changed and before she knew it, he was looking right at her face with pleading eyes, urging her to give him a break and work with him.

“C’mon, Jess. I’m tryin’ here. It does matter.” He pleaded.

“You’re right” She agreed with a nod. “I thought you stopped kissing me because you… because you didn’t like what you saw that evening. The shoulder thing. The clean-up. You, cleaning me up.”

Ugh. She thought. This is embarrassing.

He closed his eyes and sighed, horrified that she would believe such a thing. He wanted to tell her that his priority that day was her recovery, that he wasn’t using it as a chance to ogle her or treat her like she was an object and that if anything, despite his valiant attempt to remain detached from any kind of sexual feelings towards her, he would be lying if he said he didn’t think she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“That ain’t true.” He replied quietly but sincerely. “Hell, I wouldn’t- I don’t… uh…that ain’t true, at all. Alright? I don’t want ya to think that. M’sorry ‘bout this mornin’ too. How I was… in the woods. You were talkin’ bout me not havin’ to stay with ya no more n’ I guess I just- I just didn’t like the sound of that. It’s been good, bein’ so… close… to you.”

Well, I’ll be a bitch. He doesn’t find me repulsive? He likes being close…to me? No, the guy has definitely hit his head or eaten some questionable mushrooms.

Jess was floored and had evidently lost control of her facial features and her expression. She thought she probably looked a little like a startled rabbit but cared little for such a triviality when she’d been given the precious gift of Daryl’s rare and weighty honesty.

“I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave. I don’t. I don’t want that.” She assured him. The last thing she’d wanted was for him to leave and her comments had been born mainly from worrying that he was getting tired of her and needed his own space.

“Ahh fuck.” He cursed to himself. “I’m not good at this shit.”

“Makes two of us” She smiled.

He risked moving closer to her. Close enough to graze her fingers at her side with his. His touch didn’t linger but the sensation did and her skin sparkled with the want for more. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, took a deep breath and released it.

“Kinda miss ya” he confessed.

Jess’s eyebrows pinched together and she narrowed her eyes. He’d been with her for a large proportion of the time for three weeks. How on earth could he possibly miss her?

“I’m right here.” She chuckled nervously “You’ve been living with me for three weeks, dummy. I don’t understand.”

Moving closer still and with the echo of her shy laugh in his head he brushed her hair back from her shoulder before gently feeling over her cheek with his fingertips.

Daryl knew he had to amp up his bravery and so far, the conversation had gone far better than he could have hoped. She had been receptive, non-judgemental and hadn’t flinched in annoyance at his difficulty with expressing himself. He trusted her beyond measure and in that moment, he was certain that he always would.

“Don’t mean like that” He told her, stopping short of spelling it out to her.

She didn’t need to question his statement; it was now obvious to her what he really meant and she felt herself melt at how gentle and forthright he’d been. He was treating her like a fragile, precious piece of glass that could crack at any moment but was his prized possession.

“It ain’t done. Whatever it is. Not unless ya want it to be.” He confirmed.

“You scare me a little” She blurted out of nowhere. She couldn’t even pinpoint when the idea had entered her head.

“Why?”

Because you’re everything to me. Because you’re smart and courageous and selfless. Because you’re a total fucking dreamboat. Because you’re gentle and caring. Because you know I’m a little weird and hang out with me anyway. Because you literally make me weak when you kiss me. Because I know you want to touch me and I really want to let you. Because I am so in love with you, Daryl.

“You make me feel something I haven’t felt before. You make me feel like it’s a good thing to be me.” She replied.

“It is, Jess.” He said with a small smile and a sparkle in his eye.

There she had it, he wasn’t horrified by what he saw the day she dislocated her shoulder, he didn’t find her annoying or a burden and he hadn’t changed his mind. He was telling her, in the only roundabout way he knew how, that he wanted to keep kissing her, if she would let him.

“I-I miss you too” She disclosed with a shaky voice.

He smiled briefly and his eyes fluttered as he leaned down to her, brushing his hand over the side of her face and bringing her lips to his. It was like the first sprinkling of rain during a drought, long awaited and needed. She heard him gasp when his lips left hers transiently and came back for more, with more pressure the second time around, more craving and a sense of built up anticipation that she could feel dispelling form his very being as he kept one hand on her face and slid the other under the elastic hem of her hoodie, spreading his hand out over her hip.

Branches and leaves whipped against Carl’s face as he sprinted through the woods, desperately hoping he was on the right path and telling himself that if he just kept running, he would eventually find what he was looking for. His chest was burning and his feet were pounding so hard on the uneven ground that they felt like they were made from cement. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pressed on, running as fast as he could.

In the distance, he could see fencing and finally, his mind surged with relief and an involuntary whimper emerged from his lips. Finally, he’d reached his destination with his veins pumping with adrenaline and his nerves alight with panic. He surged forwards, racing towards the gate and catching his foot on a fallen branch. He stumbled but regained his footing and carried on until his body was slammed against the gate, creating a shockwave that rattled along the entirety of the fencing.

Inside the fence, he could see the dirty angel wings of Daryl’s back through the brightly coloured, chipping paint of the Ferris Wheel. In front of him, he could just about make out that Jess was standing in front of him. Close to him and neither of them were speaking. Carl squinted and laced his fingers into the metal grid of the fence.

“Guys?!” He called out “Jess? Daryl?”

Daryl pulled away from Jess’s lips, listening intently to what he thought was a voice on the wind but he’d been so wrapped up in what was becoming a moderately amorous tryst that he’d almost ignored the sound altogether.

“You hear that?” He asked Jess who was blinking up at him with reddened lips and in a complete daze.

“Hear what?” She croaked.

Daryl listened again, turning his head to the side and scanning the area. Although he saw nothing, his gut was telling him he was missing something and so, he waited a few more seconds.

“Guys! Help!” Carl yelled at the top of his voice, now slapping his hands on the fence. “She’s gone!”

Daryl turned to the gate, seeing Carl rattling the barrier and yelling at them. It was an automatic reaction that was without thought, but he grabbed Jess’s hand and yanked her along with him as he ran to the path and towards the panicked teenager.

“Carl? Who’s gone?” He called to him from a few feet away. Jess stumbled over her boots both from the surprise of Carl's arrive and potentially being caught kissing Daryl and from her hand being clamped in his as he dragged her to the gate.

“Enid! They took her! They took her! I tried, I tried to follow them. They-they were too fast and there were too many. I-I couldn’t!” He babbled

“What?! Who?!” Jess demanded, now standing beside Daryl and still absent-mindedly holding his hand. Neither of them seemed to be aware that their hands were still entwined and it wasn’t until Jess’s palm grew warm that she glanced down and quickly tore her fingers from his grasp. A flash of worry crossed his features at his thoughtlessness and they both focused their attention on Carl.

“The men that attacked Alexandria. They-they looked like part of the same group. They took her. They just came out of nowhere. From the trees and took her. I-I couldn’t stop them” He explained.

“Oh my god.” Jess muttered worriedly under her breath. Noticing a red mark that was rapidly becoming darker on Carl's cheekbone, signalling that he’d been hit. Her temper rapidly raged from the pit of her stomach and she grit her teeth and inhaled through her nose.

“Go tell Deanna.” Daryl told her before stepping closer to the gate and opening it up for Carl. “What way did they go?” He asked him.

“North, up to the highway, I’m not sure from there. I couldn’t keep up. I lost them. I tried, Daryl.”

His eyes filled with tears but Jess could tell he was managing to hold them back enough to stop them from spilling down his cheeks. Now wasn’t the time to cry, now was the time for action and Carl knew that more than any of the other teenagers back at Alexandria. He’d been through more than them, endured things that such a young soul should never have to shoulder. Carl was resilient and brave and she knew then that her and Daryl had their work cut out in trying to convince him to stay behind while they went out to look for Enid.

“I know, man. I know you did everything you could. You did the right thing comin’ to get us.” Daryl cooed, resting a hand on his shoulder and shaking it slightly “Were they on foot?”

“At first” he nodded quickly “Then they got in a truck. They left tire marks.”

“Alright. Jess, go tell Deanna.” He repeated, much to her annoyance.

“Uh…no?” She challenged “I’m going with you.”

“Are you fuckin’ crazy?” He stepped closer to her and turned her around with a hand on her arm to block Carl hearing him. “You forgotten what they are? What they did to you? What they do to women?”

Her dreams hadn’t let her forget. The persistent nightmares only kept at bay by the safety and comfort of Daryl’s presence. The sight of Aaron and Eric’s kitchen was a constant reminder, as was the scar on the back of her head which was still tender to the touch even then. She most definitely hadn’t forgotten and it was for that reason that she had to do everything in her power to rescue the troubled girl that wandered the woods from a fate worse than death.

“Not for a single second. But I've been looking out for that girl since I got here and I’m not about to abandon her now. So, I’m going with her if you say so or not.”

Daryl quickly took a glimpse at Carl who was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other but still managing to appear fascinated by the closeness of the two people in front of him.

“Jess…what they tried to do to you last time… I can’t let that happen to ya. I won’t.” He pressed. The thought of her being anywhere near the group that hurt her so badly and had intentions to subject her to worse filled his heart with a fraught sense of discomfort and he swore to himself on that day that if anyone was to try to hurt her again he would not hesitate to destroy them.

“So, don’t.” She shrugged, terrified at her own determination and sheer grit.

Jess volunteered to take Carl to Alexandria while Daryl began tracking the mass of scuffed footprints through the woods and up to the highway until Jess managed to spot him emerging from the trees between deep and obvious skidded tracks that led onto the road. She stopped the car and he climbed in, shooting her an unimpressed look at her determination to tag along. Jess hadn’t disclosed what had happened to anyone inside the walls, mainly due to lack of time and focusing on running through the gate, telling Carl to go home and sprinting to Deanna’s house in order to pick up some keys. She found the house to be empty and so, helped herself before racing across the street to the armory to collect two guns, jumping back into the truck and speeding away from the town.

With the windows wound down and her head full of horrendous possible outcomes, Jess struggled to listen to Daryl as he lay out his opinion on what route they should take while smoothing a map over the dash. After asking him to repeat himself twice, he simply told her to stay on the same road until he told her to change direction.

Hours seemed to pass but the light never dwindled and Jess could only conclude that it only felt like so much time had passed when really, they’d been on the road for no more than an hour. She tried to focus, tried to push aside her fretting over what could possibly befall Enid if they didn’t find her. Daryl was eagerly watching the road and the trees on either side for signs of a possible ambush, but as they pressed on, he noticed nothing untoward.

A noise from the back of the vehicle soon stirred Jess from her anxious train of thought and she looked over at Daryl, who had evidently heard it too. He checked the backseat and the footwells and gave her a confused look. She shrugged and expressed that it was probably something rolling around in the trunk that she hadn’t bothered to check on their way out. She’d been in such a rush that all she could think about was obtaining a vehicle and weapons.

But then, it happened again. Clunk. Clunk. Bump. They both looked at each other again and Jess eased her foot off the accelerator.

“That ain't nothin’ rollin around. That’s somethin’ movin’.” Daryl rasped as he leaned through the gap in the seats and turned his ear to the sound.

Without a warning, the rear seat hatch sprang open and smacked on the leather seat surface.

“WHAT THE?!” Daryl shouted as he flung himself backwards in shock, hitting the vehicle’s radio and filling the cab with loud country music. Jess, also startled by the out of the blue occurrence, gripped the steering wheel and used all her focus to bring the truck back under control after it was sent swerving from one side of the road to the other. Her hands scattered frantically over the small levers either side of the steering wheel and in her terror, she began to flick them up and down. The indicators flashed and the windscreen wipers screeched across the dry glass. Johnny Cash blared from the speakers and if Jess wasn’t too busy trying to keep the vehicle under control at the same time and pushing her ear to her shoulder to muffle the music she would have been concerned with how many Walkers they were now attracting.

“Holy fuckin’ mackerel what is going on?! What is that?! Turn that shit down! Oh my god, my fucking ears! I’m going deaf!” Jess yelled.

Daryl scrambled about, hitting the radio over and over until the music finally stopped and he was able to turn back around to investigate the reason the hatch had slammed open and almost caused a crash. His eyes widened and his lips parted when he saw Carl hanging through the hatch, covered in sweat and gasping for air.

“You gotta be kidding me right now” He growled.

In the rear-view mirror, Jess stared in astonishment at the sight of Carl struggling to pull himself through the backseat.

“Is that-is that Carl?! Tell me that is not Carl! Daryl?!” Jess screeched.

“It’s Carl.”

“It’s Carl?! What the fuck is Carl doing in the trunk?”

“How the hell do I know?!”

“The kid is in the fucking trunk, Daryl!”

“I know”

“The kid is in the trunk, it’s like a thousand degrees outside and the kid is in the trunk!”

“I know.”

“This cannot be happening! He’s in the fucking trunk! He could have died!”

“I FUCKING KNOW, JESS!” He bellowed at her, rendering her silent but still reeling from the idea that Rick’s son had most probably stowed away while she wasn’t looking, meaning they would all have some serious explaining to do once Rick found out.

“C’mon” Daryl urged as he took hold of Carl's gangly arms and hoisted him through the hatch. His sheriffs hat caught on the plastic clip of the hole and once he was upright on the seat, he reached inside to retrieve it, placing it on his head to cover his sweat soaked hair. His once white T-shirt was now a light shade of grey from the perspiration and his cheeks were burning red. His breathing was settling and he wound down the window beside him, saying nothing and appearing highly disturbed.

“Hooooooh buddy are you in a whole lotta trouble right now.” Jess chuckled in a sinister tone. She guided the car to the side of the road and hit the brakes. Jumping out from the drivers side , she slammed the door and sent a careless crash of a noise filtering through the trees. Daryl followed suit but didn’t bother to shut the door on his side, he figured Jess had just made enough noise for the both of them.

“Rick is gonna lose his marbles when he finds out you’re gone, Carl.” Daryl told him as he opened the backseat door. Carl swung his legs out but stayed where he was, the thought of standing in the sun being a lot less appealing that it normally would have been.

“Shit in my mouth and call it a sundae!” Jess raged, stamping her boot on the road's surface. “You are dumber than a box of rocks!”

“I’m sorry” Carl croaked.

“Hey, Jess-” Daryl tried to cut in in order to calm her down.

“-NO!” She shot back at him with a point of her finger before turning back to Carl “Can you not feel how hot it is today?! You almost roasted your damn self to death in there! You scared the shit out of both of us!”

“I wasn’t scared.” Daryl mumbled as he lit a smoke and wandered into the middle of the road.

Jess whirled around and glared at him with fury.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but you were the one that started the Johnny Cash show in there and damn near burst my eardrums!” She cried.

“Was just surprised…s’all.” He shrugged “You’re the one that done turned it into the fuckin’ disco car”

The irate look on her face was hard to ignore and Daryl did little to hide the fact that he found it incredibly amusing when she lost her temper in this way. She bit her tongue and opted to back off, it wasn’t Daryl she was mad at, after all.

Carl sighed and wiped at his face, his eyes stung with the salty sweat and he wanted nothing more than a cold shower or a swimming pool and a popsicle at that moment in time. Jess leaned against the side of the car next to him and tried to get her temper under control.

“I can help. I want to help.” Carl said, sounding exhausted.

“Carl, since you arrived at Alexandria you’ve been given one task; stay inside the house when there’s trouble. To this day, you have not managed that and you were just re-born though the back seat of a car because you were stupid enough to lock yourself in there, not only on a real hot day but on a rescue mission you are not supposed to be a part of. You do not get a say, okay?!” She explained.

Daryl walked back from the center of the road and rested a hand on his hip while he took a drag of his cigarette and studied Carl.

“We ain’t got time to take him back.” He stated with a glance at Jess.

“Then let’s just leave him here and claim ignorance.” She replied casually.

As much as he wanted to laugh, he simply raised one eyebrow and held back a smile. Her amusing take on anger and her way of wording things was unique and he hoped she never lost it.

“Jess.” He warned.

“I’m kidding.” She scoffed. “Sorta. We’ll have to take him with us.”

Daryl leaned on the open door of the vehicle and dipped his head, catching Carl's eye and encouraging him to lift his head so he could see his face. His cheeks were regaining their usual color and he was seemingly recovering from his time in the tin box of heat.

“You stay in the car n’ do as we say or you’ll get us all killed, you hearin’ me?” He questioned firmly.

“Yeah, OK.” Carl nodded. Even if he wanted to protest, he didn’t have the energy at that point. Hearing a low growl in Daryl’s throat, he gathered quite rapidly that the archer, his father’s best friend and one of the people his entire group looked to for protection, was quite unimpressed by his actions.

“I could tan your hide for this, man. She’s hysterical…” He motioned to Jess with the wave of a hand in her direction “…but she’s right. This was stupid and dangerous”

Carl’s face changed and a certain boldness crept across his features. He took a quick peep at Jess before blinking up at Daryl.

“You’d do it.” He said clearly.

“What?” Daryl asked.

“If it was Jess that got taken. You’d do the same. You really like her.” He declared.

Daryl felt his chest constrict and his breath catch in his throat. He almost didn’t want to check Jess’s reaction because of the heavy awkwardness of it all. In a split second, Carl had managed to switch the atmosphere with just one simple sentence. But Jess had heard every word and quickly decided to remove herself from the situation. It was all she could do to stop the raging embarrassment that was threatening to expose itself across her cheeks.

“I’m just going to take a walk. Check out the…scenery” She said nervously as she pointed to the line of darkened trees opposite. For miles, both sides of the road were the exact same and there really wasn’t much to look at but Jess was determined to put distance in between herself and Daryl and Carl. She pretended she couldn’t hear them as she walked away. Unbeknownst to them, she could decipher most of their conversation.

“You don’t know nothin’ ‘bout that.” Daryl told Carl as he checked on Jess to find her pacing about and tapping her thigh with her fingers.

“I know you got shot trying to save her.” He mentioned.

“We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout me, we’re talkin’ ‘bout you. Focus.” He told him, tapping his own temple to ram the point home.

“But it’s the same thing.” Carl countered, set in his decision to make Daryl see that there was very little difference in Jess being kidnapped or Enid being kidnapped. The result would be the same. “You’d want to go and find Jess if she was kidnapped.”

He couldn’t lie. Daryl was never one for lies and especially not to an impressionable teenager. With Carl waiting for a response, Jess hovering nearby and the clock ticking away the chances of rescuing Enid, he took a deep breath.

“Yeah, alright. I would.” He admitted. “I get it, okay? You like her and ya can’t stand the thought of her gettin’ hurt. You’re gonna have to come with us but you're stayin' in this car. You good with that?”

“Yeah. I’m good with that.” Carl agreed.

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