#many thoughts head full and i'm making it everyone else's problem

[notscarsafe]

OKAY SO what with the TWO new Hermits implied by the updated banner I will say that, though the Skizz truthers have me convinced, I now have room to do my own crazy red string monologue and throw my hat in for my choice

1) Mythical J. Sausage (the J is silent) is a multitalented S-tier builder that absolutely deserves to be shoulder to shoulder with the Hermits. The man does buildings, interiors, terraforming, custom trees, and he does them SO WELL.

2) The production values!!! Beautiful replay mod sequences with shifting camera perspectives, shaders, music that sets the tone for each segment that's different from series to series. He already has more than a million followers on YouTube and for good reason!!

3) He has been SO consistent lately. He started a hardcore world about three months ago (about the time you might expect the Hermits to finalize their s10 choices maybe...???) and already has 15 episodes and hasn't gotten involved in any other big content. (He did just start playing a little of the BCG server but from what I understand that's super casual /copium copium copium).

4) That hardcore world is conveniently about to reach a good "pause" point. He started his world on a cherry blossom biome island that he's filled with a medieval village and starter farms, he's said it's almost full and what's left is the castle. I'm guessing the new season will start the first week of February, so if Sausage puts out a video this week building out that Castle and finishing that island it will be MIGHTY CONVENIENT TIMING.

5) This man can GRIND. His Hardcore world hasn't even been going half a year and he's built... So much??? Magnificent! And when he was on the Hermitcraft server he did the Razorcrest for scar AND the player head baby yoda/stormtrooper merch AND the noteblock themesong AND still built in the xmas village and other "diamond of peace" and so many other shenanigans. Did the man even sleep? He can grind with the best of them.

6) He can do redstone, too! Maybe not unique designs, I honestly don't know, but he builds farms for build materials no problem.

7) The DRAMA this man loves his improv and his backstory and trauma lore! For every series he does! Can you imagine if he gets to interact with Ren for an extended period of time, what that would do to them, to us?? Give Martyn a run for his money!!

8) Which brings me to my next point, which is that Sausage is already One of The Gang, because he's been in series with so many of the Hermits already! Empires and the crossover, obviously, but also Pirates with Cleo and Origins with Scar, and he's even done MCC! Joel is the only other player with the same depth of different series but there are other people truthing him already.

9) The EPIC BROMANCE with Pearl. My god the devotion of this man to his sunflower goddess bestie. I would try to do ot justice but y'all have seen floweroflaurelins work, you already know.

10) He's already a PG streamer but with HILARIOUSLY PG-13 tendencies. Imagine him and Cleo cracking each other up at an HHH stream, *grips your shoulders* IMAGINE IT.

11) Sausage comes with his own mascot in the form of interdimensional dog extraordinaire Bubbles, but he's also just an animal lover on general. Mans drinks his "I love Jellie" juice and had her in his world even before the sad news of her loss.

12) Diversity win! No one should be hired just for their gender, race, sexuality etc etc unless it's truly necessary to the job, but we were all happy when more women got added to the server in s8 and I know a lot of people would be happy to see some ethnic diversity added, too.

... That bulletin board had a lot more pins in it than I thought it did but anyway MYTHICALSAUSAGE TRUTHERS/ALL OTHER TRUTHERS RISE UP SPEAK YOUR TRUTH! we'll only get to wildly speculate for a few weeks so we might as well make it everyone else's problem ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST!!

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 10 #hermitcraft s10 #mythicalsausage #hc s10 #new hermit speculation

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my her ex I read her poetry?

I (F19) dated my ex (F18, Lacy) for about 9 months. I broke up with her because she had a lot of issues I just didn't know how to deal with and I also fell in love with my best friend (NB19, Alex, he/his pronouns), so I decided it was the best course of action. I broke up with Lacy on January of 2023 and started dating Alex in February.

Around this time, I found an Instagram account that posted poetry. There was nothing that could identify the author, but the poetry was really good so I started to follow them. With time, however, the poems started to look... familiar. Not the writing style, but some situations on them, for example: one of them said something like "your brother's night sky truck that took us to the stars" (my older brother has a dark blue truck he would lend me so I could take Lacy on dates) and another said "that old guitar you had that you never learned to play like you played me" (I have an old guitar I inherited from my father and I indeed never learned how to play it). These are only two examples, but I found many others that convinced me that account belonged to Lacy.

I know I should have left it alone the second I realized the account belonged to her, but it was so flattering to see she wrote all of that about me. I didn't tell anyone, not my friends or Alex, but I kept following the account and reading Lacy's poetry. I think my feelings for her started to rekindle after that, because no one ever wrote about me like that and, as months passed, she kept writing about me. She never got over me.

My relationship with Alex also started to have problems during this time. He got a job at an ice cream parlour and he started a D&D campain with his friends, which means we started to spend less and less time together. He didn't seem to be as interested in me as he was during our first months of relationship, and I feel like he's taking me for granted. Lately, more specifically since December, we started to fight a lot over small things too.

We went to a New Year's party one of our friends was hosting and Lacy was there too. That enough was reason for Alex to start complaining, since he has a lot of feelings of jealousy regarding her. We ended up having a fight because he thought I knew she'd be there, which I didn't, and he went to stay with our friends, avoiding me the whole night.

It was New Year's eve and I had just fought with my partner, who was monopolizing all of our friends and leaving me by myself, so I started to drink. I know that wasn't a good idea, but I was angry and frustrated and I thought that would help. It didn't, I just got super drunk.

Since my filter disappears when I'm drunk, I went after Lacy and told her her poetry was really good. At first she was confused, so I said I found her poetry account and her poems were amazing, and I was flattered she still thought about me like that, because I didn't think anyone else ever saw me in such a beautiful way.

After that, the panic in her eyes became clear. She started to cry, not full on sobbing but some tears rolled down her face and she didn't answer me, just left. Alex saw the interaction and came to ask me what happened. I ended up telling him about Lacy's poetry account, we fought again and I decided to go home. In that same night, I searched for the poetry account and it was deleted.

This whole situation didn't leave my head since it happened and I don't know what to think. Alex has also been avoiding me and I don't understand why everyone seems to be against me. Lacy blocked me everywhere and I'm beginning to think leaving her for Alex was a huge mistake. It was also never my intention to make Lacy feel like she had to delete her account.

AITA for telling her I knew about the poetry account?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ferrstappen]

accidentally referencing them as "my" with max please!

what are we doing here? - MV1

The only clear thing between you and Max is that neither of you knew what you were.

Friends? Very close friends? Situationship? Love each other but afraid to make a move?

So many ways to describe it, but still moving between blurred lines, where you snuck out of his hotel room before someone came knocking on the door to wake him up or brief him as he got ready to leave, going out with your friends to a bar where you'd start acting as close friends, but as alcohol started burning your throats and clouding your judgement, his arm found home around your shoulders and your head nuzzled on his neck, loving how he shivered and smiled whenever your lips curled up at something you said or left a quick kiss on his neck.

Everybody knew there was something going on, and no, your friends knew it wasn't just kissing and sneaking around, it was deeper, something that neither you nor Max were willing to accept and act on it.

Months went by and it didn't change. You were exclusive, the thought of looking at someone else didn't cross your mind, but the mere idea of Max sharing time and space with beautiful women from all around the world, it was mind boggling for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Max felt the same rush of blood to his head whenever someone in the paddock started a conversation with you, standing a little too close for his liking, knowing his male equals enough to be sure they wanted to have you to themselves, and he couldn't do anything to stop that.

Well, he could do one thing, but for him it wasn't even a possibility, not wanting to leave the small paradise you had created, with no problems, no labels, no feelings... he'd be damned if he vocalized that it was a problem not having you to himself every day with no excuse, just calling you by your name like he was any other man in your life, and if he expressed his feelings were beyond a simple friendship, he wanted it all.

And so did you, you wanted to walk hand in hand with Max and it being familiar, not getting surprised looks. you wanted for him to claim you just like he had claimed your heart and body. you craved for him to look for you after a race, holding his helmet and symbolically kissing his lips in front of every camera, every screen who was watching.

All those thoughts were wandering as the both of you were talking before the race, with his fireproofs hanging low on his waist and you trying to fix a loose strand of hair, not caring that it was futile since he'd be putting on his helmet in no time.

Then, a woman you had barely crossed paths with came along, giving Max a tight hug and wishing him good luck, telling him to not go too crazy on the track for the sake of her husband.

Huh.

"Oh, i have seen you so many times before and we haven't been introduced! Max what are you waiting for?" Geri Halliwell, beautiful and elegant as ever, asked Max who was caught off guard.

The words left Max's lips without a second thought, a worry, and it felt so natural: "This is (Y/N), she's my girl,"

My girl.

He didn't even flinch, placing his hand on your waist as Geri kept commenting you were such a good looking couple, complemented each other so well, that you must be so proud, and you really were, everyone could see it.

"I'll leave you both, but I'll find you sweetheart on the garage when the race starts and the boys go do their thing, okay?" Geri said to you, leaving you a bit dumbfounded but agreeing to what she said, leaving you and Max.

His hand didn't leave you waist, it only changed its position as you turned to face him.

"I'm your girl?" Your head tilted a bit, trying to read his expression.

His cheeks flushed and he was insecure for the first time, his blue eyes avoiding yours, but lovingly accepting when your hand found its place on his cheek. "I like it, how it sounds,"

In the middle of loud noises, screens full of statistics and people calling for Max, you took his hand in yours and left a chaste kiss on his lips before sending him off to get ready and get in the car.

For the first time, Max wanted the race to be over as soon as possible, adrenaline rushing but not because of the vibrations of the car and crowds cheering, but because of what was waiting for him after the finish line.

his girl.

#max verstappen blurb #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #max verstappen au #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fluff #formula 1 fic #max verstappen x you

[writerquil]

A platonic Kinger oneshot plzzzz🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Platonic Kinger x Reader (GN READER)

When you first met Kinger, you were a little frightened of him. And the feeling was pretty much mutual.

Ragatha reassured you that he always acted like this and would probably warm up to you overtime but even after being trapped in this hell of a circus for two months... (or maybe just one, time was difficult to keep track of here), he was still timid around you.

Whenever you came around he'd either dive into his pillow fortress or if Jax had kicked it down beforehand, he'd start to frantically reconstruct the fortress so he could dive into it.

At first you could endure it, after all, you had bigger problems anyway, like being stuck in a 3D digital words full of maniacs. But gradually as you'd grown to accept your fate, you began to care a tad bit more about how everyone here perceived you.

Pomni was always a bundle of jitters and nerves, but for a while you guys were assisting each other in a determined mission to find the exit, which made you decent friends.

Ragatha was friendly, and you were friendly back. And she considered you guys friends too, so that was kind of that.

Gangle was also friendly... when her overlaid mask wasn't broken, then she was a mixture of sobs and sulking. And Zooble always spoke to you in a monotone agitated deadpan, but they overall seemed to somewhat like you.

Jax looked down on you, but he looked down on everyone so you didn't take it too personally.

But Kinger just seemed to avoid you.

And it was beginning to get annoying.

So the next time you saw him, trying to bundle himself deep into his mounds of pillows, you reached a hesitant hand over and tapped him right on the shoulder.

His reaction was immediate. He yelped in fear, a pillow flinging from his hands and nailing Ragatha right in the back of the head. Which probably would've been a soft blow if it hadn't flown so far across the tent.

"Sorry!" You stammered.

You internally cussed to yourself. Ugh, you should've known better.

Kinger coughed nervously to himself.

"O-Oh it's just you, I thought you were Kaufmo."

You resisted the temptation to scrunch your face up in bewilderment.

"...Why would I be Kaufmo...?"

"Never mind that!" Kinger said hurriedly, turning back to his fortress and beginning to rebuild it again urgently.

You considered just leaving but you couldn't just leave without forming a temporary friendship of some kind at the very least, especially if he were to be stuck here forever.

"Why are you avoiding me?" You asked a little helplessly. "It's weird."

Kinger froze and turned around slowly to stare at you.

Now you were really considering leaving.

"I didn't mean to offend you..." Kinger protested, fiddling with his fingers. "I'm just unwilling to get very close to anyone else after Q- after Kaufmo."

"Oh." You said with understanding, nodding. "Well, that makes sense..."

There was a pause filled with awkward silence.

"Uh okay... well I'm going to go look at the digital insects outside then..." You finally decided.

Kinger perked up at this.

"Insects? Did you just say insects?"

You nodded, and for the first time since you'd ever seen him, he seemed to relax.

"I've been wanting a large insect collection for quite some time now!" Kinger exclaimed.

"Really? I haven't met very many other people interested in insects, they all think they're gross." You admitted feebly.

"I love insects!" Kinger protested.

There was another pause as Kinger layered the final pillow atop his fortress and stared nervously at you.

"Uh, do you want to come inside? We can talk about more insects."

You smiled, already knowing your answer.

"Alright."

#tadc x reader #tadc #the amazing digital circus #kinger #kinger x reader #tadc kinger #tadc oneshot

[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Stressed reader x Alhaitham

✎ School AU where the reader is stressed out, struggling with academics (reader is very the archer coded) alhaitham is really smart and that's it , there may be grammatical errors but I'm trying my best w proofreading (im doing this instead of studying) I'm sorry this is short and straightforward I can't find the right time to write 😭😭 but🫰 ENJOY!!

"I've never been dissatisfied with a student before, especially you, Y/N. What happened to your grade? I thought you aspired to be the top student academically till the end of the school year? I will not accept this; everyone will have to retake their examinations." The bell rung, signaling the end of the school day; your teacher was the first to go, his angry expression revealing his disappointment.

You headed back to the library to study again, barely eating or sleeping as you were so eager to pass your exams, you didn't know what got you so low, maybe because you were distracted by your own problems, school isn't the only thing that you prioritize, you had to help with chores and take care of your parents as well as younger siblings, it was all too much for you to know what to do first.

here you are, who once thought that the tests were finally finished and you had nothing to worry about, but everyone got so low that everyone had to retake it, so you sat on the library chair and grabbed every book that can aid you during your studies.

You were ready to take a book that had always helped you, however someone else was about to grab it as well, ending with your hands touching against each other's.

"Will you kindly let me borrow this first?" formally said a man with gray hair.

"As much as I want to, I need this book first so I can go home early." You replied, trying not to sound rude that may cause misunderstandings.

"Look, if I needed it tomorrow, I would not borrow it today; there are other books; can't you check them out?" He sighed when he heard your reply.

He cleared his throat before continuing to speak.

"I am not sure who must let it go, but I'm certain that it's not me. You can take this tomorrow, and I guarantee you that this book will be where it is tomorrow." He was as serious as you were when he stated it, and it appeared that you both needed the book at the same time.

"I could suggest more books comparable to this one, but for now leave this book with me."

Looks like he's not going to lose for the book, as you let it go so you can start studying; he offered you a paper full of books that he said were similar to the book you needed, but you didn't bother looking for them because there were so many and you had no time to look for them.

TIME HAD PASSED

You lost track of time since you were studying continuously and were the only one in the library, but just as you were ready to finish, someone opened the door and it was the guy you encountered earlier, He stared at you as if he was perplexed on why you were still there.

You raised your brows as well, glancing at him, who was holding the book you needed earlier. He sat in front of you, confused by his unexpected actions.

"Is it true that your section has to retake the exams?" He asked seemingly out of nowhere.

You nod.

"Are you aware that it's getting dark outside?"

You shook your head.

"Let me give you some advice: get enough sleep and eat healthy. I assure it will make your academics simpler." He said.

"I could help you with that basic calculation problem. You don't have to worry as long as you have the numbers right, if your mind isn't concentrated enough, you should consider going home." He continued, his voice becoming quieter.

"I do know what to do, but I still can't get the answer right." You replied.

He glanced at the calculation problem you had to solve while attempting to answer it himself; he was able to answer it on the first try while you were stuck.

"Calm down and answer the question casually as you would in any other calculation problem. I can tell your mind isn't at ease right now; I'm not sure what's bothering you, but studying won't help either; yes, you have to study, but your health comes first; there is still a way to pass your exams; I can help you tomorrow early, just make sure you get enough sleep and food."

Everything stopped for a minute when he said those words, as if you were comforted that everything would be well.

You accepted his words and headed home to finish some chores and get ready for a nice night's sleep when you remembered you hadn't asked for the guy's name.

He was there at the library waiting for you the next morning, taking time to study with you and being patient. He made certain that you understood everything before moving on to the next topics. He was quite helpful and made things easy for you.

"come to think of it, I haven't asked for your name." You said after studying together.

"Alhaitham." He said with his usual tone.

"Oh! you're the smartest student that everyone was gossiping about."

He tried to hide his smile when you said that.

"I suppose that's what everyone is whispering behind my back?"

#genshin imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x reader #genshin fanfic #alhaitham imagines #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #al haitham fluff #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham angst #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #al haitham x y/n #al haitham angst

[rustingcat]

Chapter 3 Kara

"For years I felt the weight of Krypton, its legacy and history laid on my shoulders, and I felt like a failure for never having the chance to educate Kal. But after learning about Argo, it's like some of this weight was lifted off my shoulders, knowing I'm not the only one out there who remembers, that it's not on me. Yet, I feel detached? I don't know, it feels different from what I remember. I mean it is different, it's nothing like how Krypton was, but they are all Kryptonians. You know what I mean?" Kara turned to Lena, she wasn't sure what she was hoping to find in her eyes, but it softened the moment they met.

"I think so." Lena nodded. "Although, considering that you were barely a teenager back then, it would make sense."

"I suppose." Kara swallowed hard.

They were sitting on Kara’s couch with the plans for the machine laying in front of them.  It was two days after they had come back from Argo. Kara had managed to translate most of it, enough for them to at least start.

"You mentioned that you can basically control how the child would turn up with the matrix, right?"

"Not exactly, you can't control your child's every decision, but essentially yes. You can choose how they look, and you can choose their um… brain type? We had a name for it in Kryptonese."

"So did your parents choose what you would be?" Lena finally asked.

"In some ways, yes." She said a bit distanced. "They didn't care much about my appearance or gender, but they made sure my mind would be sharp, curious and analytical. Basically creating me to be a scientist before I was even born. And it worked, you know? I grew up loving it. As my dad said, I was the youngest person to be considered to join the science guild, and I bet I would've gotten in too."

Lena remained silent. Not that she expected her to say anything, but she wasn't sure what to do nex.

Kara took a sip of her water. Staring intensity into the plans, yet not really focused on them she continued talking. "I thought about it a lot, you know, how my life would look like had I grown up there. What could I have created, how many lives I could've improved, how much I could've advanced our species. But the more I think about it the more I realised how lucky I was to escape that fate." Kara finally dared to raise her head, meeting Lena's gaze as she felt her eyes fill with water. "Am I a bad person for thinking that?" Her voice broke as the tears started running freely down her face. 

Lena scooted over, engulfing her dearest friend in a tight hug. "Not at all." She whispered in her ear. "There's nothing wrong about finding happiness. But we'll make sure that if we ever make this public we'll do our best so that no one could use it to put more pressure on anyone." She combed her fingers through her hair to ground her.

Kara exhaled a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. The reason the plans were not yet fully translated were not because of language complications or any math difficulties, but because she couldn't bring herself to complete it. It felt too heavy of a task.

"It's just- that I love my job. I love singing, painting, and playing games with my friends and I know that I would've never gotten to do any of that had I lived on Krypton. It was all about doing your part, and not much else. And there are still many many good things that I loved about Krypton and many problems I have with earth. But I still prefer to be here, and I feel awful about it. Like I failed everyone, I failed my purpose in life."

"You are Kara Zor-El Danvers. Your name tells a journey and your journey is not yet over. You are not a bad person for having emotions. You've been through a lot and you still came out on top. You are still so full of kindness, love, and hope. How can that be a failure? How can it be anything but the greatest thing in life? You are amazing Kara and I'm sure the rest of your journey would be just as amazing."

"Thank you." Kara whispered into her neck in a sob.

"How about we order another pizza and watch a movie instead?" Lena suggested, whispering quietly in her ear.

"Yeah," Kara smiled weakly. "That would be great."

#Kara learning to learn herself #a journey all by itself #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #art #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #my art #my fic

[allthingsfangirl101]

Cupid's Little Helper - Keys

I walked into the office, unfazed by the hearts and the cupids everywhere. Valentine's Day at a company like Soonami was a lot like Valentine's Day at an elementary school. Everyone wore pink and red and brought little valentines for everyone. There was also a huge party that started at 2 and didn't end until people went home.

Soonami takes holidays very seriously.

I laughed when I saw the look on Keys' face. I walked over and leaned on his cubicle.

"Why is my favorite coder so pouty?" I teased. I was one of the only people at our company who knew what Keys was actually good at. I often went to him for help fixing a coding issue.

"I'm fine," he said shifting in his seat.

"Keys," I elongated as I pulled a chair over and sat next to him. "Spill it."

"There's nothing to spill," he said very unsuccessfully. He turned back to his computer to look distracted.

"Is it Valentine's Day?" I suggested. "It's just a stupid holiday."

"A holiday that makes you feel like shit for not having anyone," he mumbled.

"You know," I started carefully, "it could also be seen as a great day for you to confess your feelings."

"My feelings?" He asked as his head snapped toward me.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's kinda obvious."

"Is it?" He asked, his voice dropping.

"Little bit," I teased. "You come into work already distracted. And every time you get a text, you jump. Is it that one girl? Your old partner?"

"Millie? You think she's the one. . ."

"Of course. I mean, who else could it be?"

I didn't give him a chance to answer me. I turned on my heels and headed to my desk. I sat down and instantly started going through the complaints Keys went through yesterday.

Before I knew it, the Valentine's Day party was in full swing. I ignored it and continued fixing the problem I'd spent the last three hours trying to get rid of. I continued ignoring my surroundings when someone knocked on my desk.

"Come on, Y/N," Keys chuckled. "The party started an hour ago."

"I'm aware," I said with little to no emotion.

"Y/N," he sighed. I pouted when my chair was dragged away from my desk.

"Keys!" I pouted. I spun around and crossed my arms over my chest. "I was still working on that complaint that you sent me. . ."

"I know. I know. I know," he chuckled. "You never stop working, but it's the Valentine's Day party."

"I thought you hated Valentine's Day," I chuckled as I stood up and walked over to the drink table.

"I do," Keys said as he followed me. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a party."

A little while later, I wasn't sure where Keys had disappeared. I made myself not care and focused on talking to some of the girls from the graphic design department.

I was in the middle of getting myself a drink when someone walked up to me. My heart felt weird when I turned around and realized it was Mouser instead of Keys.

"You know," he said, overly confident, "your nickname should be Smooth. . ."

"Don't finish that sentence," I cut him off. "Mouser, how many times have you asked me out?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. "And how many times have I rejected you? So add up those and use that number to help you figure out whether or not you should continue to ask me out."

I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Y/N," Mouser scoffed. "All I'm asking you for is one dance."

"I don't really feel like having you grope me to a Rhianna song," I said, trying to tear my hand out of his hold.

"But Y/N. . ."

"Hey, baby," I gasped when Keys wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Are you guys. . ." Mouser didn't finish his question.

"Yeah," Keys cut him off. "And you are still holding onto her."

Mouser jumped when Keys ripped his hand off my wrist. My heart felt weird again as Keys let go of me and slowly moved me behind him.

"You really need to work on understanding the word, 'no', Mouser. You hear it enough," Keys said.

"I didn't know. . ." Mouser stuttered.

"Walk away, Mouser. Now."

I held my breath, not letting out a sigh of relief until Mouser walked away. The second he was gone, Keys turned toward me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, my voice weirdly quiet. "Thank you, Keys. You didn't. . . You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did," he shrugged. "What kind of guy would I be if I let Mouser hit on you?"

Awkward tension suddenly fell between us. I nervously started ringing my neck as Keys opened and closed his mouth.

"I should. . ." I started.

"I'm sorry," Keys laughed awkwardly. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I just. . . I saw Mouser not leaving you alone and then he grabbed you. . . I just thought. . . Maybe kissing you wasn't the right route."

"I think it was," I cut him off. That tension thickened even more between us.

"You do?" He stuttered.

"Yeah," I said, my voice dropping. "I mean. . . It worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah," Keys chuckled. "It worked."

I cleared my throat as I added, "You better stay by my side the rest of the party. Just in case, you know, in case Mouser sees me."

"He should think that we're together," Keys said, catching on.

After that, we hung out the rest of the night. The more we did, the harder it was to get rid of the weird feeling in my heart. Around nine o'clock, the party was finally starting to wind down.

"Well," I sighed. "I think I'm gonna head home. We still have work tomorrow."

We stared at each other for a minute before I finally broke the contest. I looked away and pretended to check my watch.

"Thanks again, Keys," I whispered. I sent him a smile before beginning to walk away. I didn't get very far away. I gasped when my elbow was grabbed and I was quickly spun around.

The second I was facing whoever grabbed me, they leaned down and smashed their lips onto mine. When I realized it was Keys, I closed my eyes and started kissing him back. The second I kissed him back, neither one of us held back anymore.

"Keys," I gasped when we broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he quickly started to explain. "The truth is, I have a really big crush on you, Y/N. I have for a really long time. And when I saw Mouser hitting on you. . . It was stupid. I know that. I guess you could say I got swept up in all the hearts and cupids and the party and. . ."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips back to his. He let out a small chuckle as he instantly started kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

This time, Keys broke the kiss. When he did, he leaned back and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I know it's Valentine's Day and kinda late," he said, his voice soft, "but would you like to get a drink? Or maybe go to dinner sometime?"

"I'd love to," I said, my face burning. Keys smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my face.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Keys."

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[romantichomicide95]

Levi Ackerman

“Everything I never want to lose is always lost”

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His eyes were always cold, a perfect mirror of the world he lived in. Tonight, they appeared stormier than usual. He was off in the shadows, the silhouette of his body barely visible between the lines of moonlit darkness and fading candlelight.

Sensing your presence, his icy gaze flickers towards you. "You should be asleep," he grumbled, his voice laced with an invisible, soft concern that only you could decipher.

"I could say the same about you, though we both know you never sleep.” you respond, moving to sit next to him and nudging him lightly. A soft silence encompasses you, growing deeper with each passing second.

"They’re something on your mind?” you ask suddenly, though Levi remains silent, his sole focus on the dimmed candle making shadows dance across his face.

"No," he finally replies, shoulders slightly hunched.

“We both know you’re lying. You know you can talk to me Levi…what’s going on?” Levi was hardly ever vulnerable. Even with you, the only person who could break his icy exterior.

Levi's silence stretches on, his jaw clenching as he battles with his own thoughts. You wait patiently.

"I'm... afraid," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "Afraid of losing you, like I've lost so many others." A sigh, deep and full of a heaviness, slips from his lips. His gaze flickers up to meet yours, and you look into his storm-gray eyes.

“Levi," you say, “I'm here... I'm not going anywhere."

“I didn’t think anyone else would either, yet here I am. I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever…” he pauses for a second and looks into your eyes. “Everyone I’ve ever loved.”

Your heart aches as you see the vulnerability etched across Levi's face. The weight of his losses, the never-ending cycle of death and despair that surrounds him, weighs heavily on his soul.

Leaning closer, you gently place a hand to his cheek. "Levi, I can't begin to even comprehend the pain you've endured or the losses you've suffered. Your mother, Isabel, Furlan, your squad. You’ve lost so much…But I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me."

Levi's eyes meet yours, a flicker of something softer than his usual cold demeanor within. "Thank you…thank you for staying by my side, despite all the darkness that plagues my life."

You run your thumb along his cheek and he reaches a hand up to hold yours. "Levi, I love you. More than I think you even realize, darkness and all.”

Levi's breath hitches, “I know…” he murmurs. “That’s the problem…”

You frown. The walls he's built around himself, the constant battles he's fought, have always weighed on your relationship.

“Loving you isn’t a problem for me. Is it a problem for you?”

“No.” he says. “It’s not, just promise me you’ll be safe. Just…don’t die.” You can see the conflict in Levi's eyes, you take his hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

"I’ll do my best Levi. You can’t die on me either, I couldn’t do this without you."

Levi's grip on your hand tightens, and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you and you both fall into the familiar, but comfortable silence.

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[somber-sapphic]

hi!! how are you doing? is it ok to ask for a wandanat x reader with R having an ear infection, please?? (asking foi it bc I have one rn and it HURTS)

No Questions

〖Notes: Oh anon, I'm so sorry. I've only ever had sinus infections but damn those suck. I hope you feel better soon <3〗

〖Summary: You're feeling a bit clingy when you have an ear infection and your girlfriends are there to make sure you get better.〗

〖Word Count: 1.2k〗

〖Pairing: Wandanat x Sick Reader〗

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It had started with Natasha, who had woken up to you squirming in bed, one hand cupping your ear. She had woken you up by shaking you, an intense panic gleaming in those emerald, green eyes, the worry lines set deep on her forehead. You had frowned at her, tears brewing in your own sad eyes.

She had asked the problem and you had just whimpered your response, in too much pain to really do much else. The look on your face was enough to make her freak out a little bit because the next thing you knew you were curled up in her lap in the medbay, being checked over by Bruce.

He, after about ten minutes, diagnosed you with an ear infection and due to the severity sent you back to your room with some antibiotics and made you promise that you would take them.

You weren’t exactly interested in talking due to the pain, but Natasha had promised that she would make you take them. She was good to you like that. She even carried you back up the stairs while you cried quietly, well aware that you were too old to be crying over something so trivial.

Now you were curled up against the headboard, in too much pain to lay down. Natasha was by your side, trying to convince you to try one of the things that she had found online to soothe the pain. She had her laptop open and was reading about remedies for ear infections, sharing with you the ones she thought would help the most.

“How about a warm compress? We could try that for a little while, hm?” She suggested stroking your hair with one hand as the fingers on her other hand danced across the keyboard. She was incredibly good at typing with one hand, probably due to her work as a secretary while undercover. The woman had a wide array of skills, some completely useless.

 Like how she could tell that you and Wanda were getting sick even before the two of you had any idea. She would say things like “cancel the meeting for tomorrow, you’ll be sick.”

You knew better than to tell her off after the first time she’d said something, and you’d woken up the next morning with food poisoning and a raging fever. Then she’d said, “I told you so” and chuckled about it while Wanda adamantly told her to stop it because you were miserable.

Maybe it wasn’t a useless skill, but it didn’t do anyone any good because Wanda and you never listened no matter how many times she was proven right. It always ended in everyone overworking and falling into bed late at night to be pampered.

“Okay, how about something over the counter? It’ll help with the fever.” You shook your head (which made you dizzy) and groaned softly, squeezing your eyes shut as your hand flew up to your ear. There was no way that it was helping, but in your mind, it was doing something so why not, right?

“Why not baby? You know it’s going to help.” she murmured, resting a hand on your warm cheek. Her affection was only making you feel worse, she was trying so hard to help but all you could do was give her misery in return.

“M-my throat hurts.” You rasped, the only full sentence you’d uttered since you’d woken up. You weren’t sure why an ear infection was affecting your throat, but it felt raw, as if you had swallowed a punch of sandpaper and followed it with a shot of lemon juice.

“Oh Y/n/n, I’m sorry.” Natasha sighed, pulling your head down so that it rested against her chest. You leaned into the touch pressing your head against her. She made you feel better, even when medicine wasn’t doing it.

“Make it stop.”

“I really wish I could sweetheart. Wanda will be home soon, maybe she can use a little bit of magic to help.” As if on cue, the witch burst into the room, her eyes flaming red with her hair flowing around her. She looked angry, but the color in her eyes quickly faded back to its normal hazel.

“Oh love, Bruce wasn’t kidding. What happened? You had a little cold when I left.” That had been about three days ago, and you had just been getting over what barely qualified as a cold.  A day with a cough and a few sneezes was all it took and then you were back to peak shape. Or so you thought.

Feeling sort of foolish, you leaned forward and reached for Wanda, your lower lip quivering. The three of you decided to ignore the fact that she was still sweaty from her mission, and she kicked off her shoes before climbing into bed and wrapping you in a tight hug.

You buried your head into her chest and whined quietly, relishing the way that she rubbed your back and whispered words to you in quiet Sokovian. When she pulled back, she rested you against Natasha, the two having a quick conversation in Russian. Your limited knowledge of the language made it hard to keep up, and the fever certainly wasn’t helping.

“Can you let me help with the pain?” she asked gently, raising one tentative hand as she waited for permission.

The brunette knew how you felt about magic, the air of worry you associated with it and she was always careful to check and double check before she preformed any on you. It wasn’t a common occurrence, sometimes she used it to soothe your panic attacks, sometimes it was to ease pain or lull you to sleep after a long day.

She was also adamant that her magic must not replace real sleep or healing, she tended to go on a whole rant about why it was important to take care of yourself. Of the three of you, she had the best sense of self preservation.

“Mhm.” She laid her hand on the side of your head, closing her eyes briefly as you felt a comforting tingle spread throughout your body. The pain didn’t disappear, but it lessened dramatically, leaving you relaxed back against your assassin.

“Love you, Wanda.” You breathed, finally feeling like you would be able to get even the smallest bit of sleep. The witch smiled down at you and crawled out of the bed, still in need of a shower. Natasha wrapped her arms around your waist and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ to Wanda.

She nodded back, and placed her hands on her hips, watching as you began to fall asleep in the redhead’s arms. You hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep the night before and it was showing in the way that you could barely keep your eyes open.

“I’m gonna take a super-fast shower, are you two going to be okay?” Natasha nodded and readjusted you in her arms, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders. You sighed softly and nuzzled close, completely unaware of the looks the two women were giving you.

They were each looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, which to them you certainly were. There was no better way to put it, the three of you were undeniably soulmates.

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[shouldershimmycity]

Pour Some Sugar on Me (Rooster x Reader)

“How would you feel about a reserved all business pilot reader in TOP GUN with Rooster but he picks at her saying she doesn’t let loose and have fun so she shows up at his house to strip tease out of her flight suit to pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard don’t ask me where that came from I was listening to that song and that popped in my head 😂”

“Oh my god AHAHAHA, can I make it so that they're all at the bar when she does? I feel like that would be mad funny. Also I love that song, I call it my unofficial official stripper song so like I'm totally down.”

Requested by @kp9983

I tried so hard hahaha, I loved this idea so much. I have zero shame and zero regrets.

*****

“YOU SHAKE MY NERVES AND YOU RATTLE MY BRAIN– TOO MUCH LOVE DRIVES A MAN INSANE– YOU BROKE MY WILL– BUT WHAT A THRILL– GOODNESS, GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”

The bar was full of voices as Rooster, as per usual, was leading everyone and playing the Bradsahw’s signature song on the piano. Everyone was crowded around him, belting the words, but not you. There was no doubt that your head was bobbing along, your booty wiggling on the barstool, but you were planning practice mission strategies on a napkin.

You were a woman who needed to get stuff done when it was assigned to her, it was just in your nature. You needed answers to bigger questions and you needed them ASAP, no time to waste. That being said, when you weren’t busy, you were the life of the party. Many members of your previous squadron could testify to that. But being that you were almost always busy, it was hard for some people to see that side of you.

Looking up, you focused on a certain mustache making its way over to you. And some people just wouldn’t let it go. 

The truth is, you liked Rooster a lot, like… like liked him. He was tall, handsome, funny, muscular, what else would anyone want? Sadly, you were a little out of the loop with him because you were cripplingly shy, and only around him. Resisting the urge to shrink into the barstool, you remained cool when you felt him walk up behind you.

“What? No singing, Breezy?” Rooster asked in mock surprise.

“Not tonight, I’m working out these strategies for the mission practice,” you mumbled to yourself. Little teeth marks covered the pencap where you had been gnawing on it, deep in thought. 

“Why am I not surprised? Don’t you ever stop working?” Rooster criticized. 

“Mmmmm..no,” you answered, only half listening. Then the pen was lifted out of your hands, and you looked over at the pilot next to you in annoyance.

“I think I know what your problem is now,” he mused, lowering his voice for only you to hear, “you don't know how to have fun.” He wore a smug smirk as he flicked the pen between his fingers, raising an eyebrow at you. He was teasing you, but you knew how to poke back. 

“Ha! Yeah, Rooster,” you snorted, “I don't know how to have fun.” You mocked him in a dopey tone. 

“Who says you don’t know how to have fun?” Phoenix asked, sitting down in the empty seat next to you. 

“Rooster,” you answered, glaring at him. This only added to his shit eating grin. Phoenix’s eyes widened, and you were worried they might just pop out of her head.

“What?! You are so fun! How can you say that, Rooster?” Trace asked, astonished at his accusation. He laughed sarcastically, gesturing to you in general.

“Because, Phoenix, look at her! She’s sitting at a bar, doodling flight plans. She didn’t even change out of her flight suit for fucks sake!” Rooster pointed out everything he saw wrong with you at that moment, and it kinda hurt, “I’ll believe it when I see it, Trace.”

Something inside you was so crushed and irked at the fact that he believed you were a boring, uptight person. On the one hand, you wanted to leave him be because you didn’t need to prove anything to Rooster.

On the other hand you wanted to make him eat his words, shit eating grin and all. He dropped your pen and strolled away, and you turned to Penny, who was giving out drinks to customers left and right.

“Penny, my dear?” you asked sweetly as soon as you were sure Rooster couldn’t hear.

“Yes Breezy? What can I do for you?” she smiled politely.

“Can I do something stupid on your bar top to make a man eat his words?” you asked, your own shit eating grin filling your face.

Penny raised an eyebrow, as did Phoenix, but you just winked at them. 

“Go for it,” Penny shrugged, curiosity giving in over every other urge to say no. Might bring more customers, who knows. 

“I’ll need one shot first, if you don’t mind,” you requested, putting a one hundred dollar bill on her bar, “I’m sure there’s a bet going on behind my back that I’m about to win, so keep the change.” 

Penny poured you a shot, which you took casually. You sauntered over to the jukebox and plugged it back in. The music came on through the speakers and you chose the perfect song, a smirk on your face as you glanced over at Rooster, who was sniggering about something or other. Probably your lack of personality.

You were shy when it came to Rooster, but you would be damned if you let someone call you boring. He was like a boy who teased someone because he had a crush on them, but you were a grown woman. Thanking your past self for wearing something nice under your flight suit today, you set the song into the queue and walked away. 

Suck on this, Birdboy. 

*****

Rooster, Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback were all chatting about dumb shit they did in flight school while sweet Bob sat in the corner. I Love Rock ‘N Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts ended from the jukebox, and that's when your song started up. Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard.

Step inside, Walk this way, 

You and me babe, Hey hey!

Coyote started coughing, choking on his drink. Bob’s eyes widened, and Hangman practically shouted.

“What the fuck…” Hangman trailed off, surprised but evident delight filling his expression.

Rooster raised an eyebrow and turned to face the bar where they were all looking. You stood on top of the bar, looking Rooster dead in the eyes, hips swaying slightly to the music as the song started up. 

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on, 

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone–

You strutted down the counter like it was a runway, earning some cheers and whistles. The hair tie that had kept your hair all neat was now removed, and you shook your waves out, hair now framing your face. 

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp, 

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Looking around the place, you saw other pilots, just as delighted as Hangman to witness what was going on on Penny’s bar top. That was the only confidence boost you needed.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Your fingers pulled the zipper of your flight suit down to your navel and you pulled the top of it off your shoulders, seductively showing off the white button up t-shirt you had on underneath.

You knew there wasn’t a man or woman in the room who didn’t have their eyes on your breasts, which were pushed up by the nicest lacey black bra you had, and on show from the lack of done up buttons. 

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

The sleeves of your flight suit dropped, freeing your arms. Your suit was now being worn like a pair of pants. Arms raised above your head, you started moving your hips back and forth in a more confident motion, your entire body swaying with the motion.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Your eyes wandered over to Rooster, and you almost doubled over with laughter at his face. The man’s jaw was slack with shock, and he was sweating. Next to him, the boys were whooping, Hangman was whistling, and even Bob was clapping. 

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

You would give Rooster something to look at, since he couldn't stop staring at your hips.

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

You grabbed a pipe that was poking out from the ceiling, and hooked your thumb in your flight suit, pulling it down a little, now swinging your hips in circles. You were acutely aware that the hip of your matching panties were being flaunted, while you mouthed along to the words. You received a good number of whistles from the crowd for that one. 

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

You ran your other hand down your body, your hand traveling over your hips. Whoops filled the bar from everyone but Rooster, who was too involved in thinking about scenarios in which his hands were there instead.

You ran the tip of your tongue against your front teeth, and you had no idea but that was the thing that drove Rooster wild all the time. He almost choked on his beer like Coyote did earlier.

Listen, red light, yellow light, green-a-light go

Crazy little woman in a one man show

Successfully having turned on every human being in the bar, and short circuiting Rooster, you had fun with it. A little air guitar here, a beer bottle microphone there, you were a performer in another life.

When the song ended, there wasn’t a person in the bar who didn’t cheer or whistle. You neglected any help off the counter, and slid off, black boots hitting the ground. You looked over at Penny, who was nodding in approval and Phoenix who looked like she was deceased from laughing. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked, your grin wider than ever now.

“This,” Trace said, flipping her phone to you. You took a good long look at the immortalized image of Rooster, frozen in shock and dare you say turned on. The laugh that left you was loud enough for the whole bar to hear. Phoenix flipped to a picture of you dancing on the bar and you could tell why he was making that face.

Your flight suit hung low on your hips, showing off your curves and just a little of the panties you had bravely flaunted. Your skin was slightly sweaty and dear god did that bra do wonders for your breasts. You were giving fuck me eyes, and damn if you could you would have fucked yourself. 

You looked over at the man in the picture, who was now drinking his beer quietly, still processing what he just witnessed and smirked in silent victory. Excusing yourself from Phoenix’s company, you strutted over to Rooster who almost fell over when he saw you. 

“A-Are you gonna… put that back on?” he said, his voice strained. You raised an eyebrow, you were absolutely flirting now. 

“Why Lieutenant? Does this bother you?” you put your hands on your hips, puffing out your chest ever so slightly. Rooster couldn’t help but look down, and did he just lick his lips? 

“Okay, okay, I get it now,” he said, drawing it out, unable to tear his eyes from your chest, “I’ll never call you boring again…”

He finally looked back up as you leaned in close to his ear, whispering only for him to hear.

“Do you, uh, think you’d need any more demonstration?” you asked him suggestively. After the show you just put on, there was no shyness left in you. You made those fuck me eyes again, and Rooster stared back at you.

The hand that was holding his beer bottle shifted nonchalantly to cover his crotch, obviously self conscious of, ahem, something.

I think it was safe to say that Rooster never found you boring again. 

*****

Thank you again, @kp9983 for the suggestion!

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[khruschevshoe]

OFMD Critique: Bad Faith, Fandom, and Respect

All right. You know what? Screw it. I saw one post I just cannot ignore anymore that encapsulated all of my problems with the fandom right now. Personal rant incoming.

I understand that there's a nuance to the discussion of season 2 of Our Flag Means Death, and that there are people going a little too far with both their critiques and their support of the show. But oh my God, I'm tired of being straw-manned and made fun of for legitimate critiques of the show.

I just used the block button on someone in this fandom for the first time. Some of you might think I'm overreacting for this, but I saw a post that I could not on any level stand. This person, who I will not name names of, because I'd rather just block them and never deal with their level of bad faith again, took their one legitimate criticism of those of us who critique the show, the back and forth on whether or not Izzy's death was homophobic or not, and used it as the first in a literal list of straw man critiques that no one I've read in the OFMD Critical tag has made (and I check it like once a day bc I like reading meta, sorry), proceeding to absolutely make fun of the legitimate critiques that people have of the show, parodying them in the worst possible ways. They took our legitimate critiques about everything from the sexist handling Zheng Yi Sao's character, the absolute ableism of the finale, the questionable optics of the handling of trauma, etc. and stretched them into things that they very much were not (two examples were that we were crying ableism bc of something to do with seagulls and that we thought the problem in the Stede&Zheng dynamic was the "emotional labor" involved).

Now I'm pretty sure this post was a joke. I *think* it was a joke. But how in the world am I supposed to feel comfortable in the main section of a fandom like this when the comments and replies to this post were full of people agreeing sincerely that this is what the critical section of the fandom is like? How am I supposed to feel when I just see people making fun of me for my analysis of the show? I love this show. I adore season 1 and I'm clearly still making fan related content (moodboards) for season 2 along with my critiques.

Sure, I vibe way more with fanfiction than the actual canon at this point, but I still genuinely engage with the show. And to have the critiques that I made in good faith, regarding issues that I sincerely care about such as ableism, sexism, homophobia, and the handling of trauma, made fun of and taken out of context and straw-manned to their extreme, makes me feel so absolutely unwelcome in this fandom.

Other than keeping up with the couple of fan series that I'm currently still reading, I don't know if I can stay in this fandom any longer. I can't say that I'm excited for the new season if this is the kind of response that any good faith critique of the show is going to get. I can't say that I feel safe or comfortable when there are this many people ready to dog pile on me for a critique I made with ACTUAL TEXTUAL EVIDENCE to back it up.

I would like to thank all the people who have been making excellent critiques of the show. Their meta-analysis is what got me into making my own critiques, which I was nervous about making in any other fandom. I don't think I've in any way tagged them all, but just a few I can remember off the top of my head. Go read their critiques/meta- it's really good!

@sky-fire-forever @carrymelikeimcute @blue-b-bro @bougiebutchbinch @treesofgreen @sixstepsaway @alex51324

And from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has engaged with my mood boards or my critiques or anything else that I've made, as well as the amazing writers and artists in this fandom (such as @ruecrown, @aletterinthenameofsanity, @fool-for-luv, and @possumsmushroom). You guys have kept me going with my love for the show and engaging with it for a while now. Despite the stuff that is making me take a step back now, I really did love this while it lasted! I'm still planning on making a few more mood boards, but other than that, I'm going to take a step back from engaging.

Hope this post can spread enough support/joy your way to counteract the ache I'm currently feeling!

Sincerely,

Ashley (aka @khruschevshoe)

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[quigonswife8]

Feelings revealed: Peter Hale x reader

Peter overhears that you admit you love him

Okay so my crush on this man started when I was like 13-14 has only gotten stronger 'cause of the movie, so thought i'd write something about him.

Warnings: the pack being mean to Peter behind his back, swearing.

Peter deserved better. There, I said it. I know he’s done stuff and is viewed as ‘evil’ but I genuinely don’t think he is. Probably gonna get hate for that but I believe he isn’t, and he did become a good person.

Also Peter is a bit ooc but meh

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When did you fall for Peter? That's the question that you ask yourself everyday. When did you fall for him?

Was it when he had healed you for the first time, despite making it clear he didn't like you, at the time.

Was it when he had protected you when Hunter's were trying to kill you?

Or was it when he'd saved your life the first time out of many.

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The room is full of quiet chatter and glances when you enter.

"Did we start the meeting already?"

...silence.

You pause, and tilt your head.

"Everything...alright?"

Though it's clearly not. So they're hiding something...but why?

"(y/n)."

Scott begins, standing up. He leans back against the table, trying to form words. If you could hear his heart right now.

As one of the only non-wolves in the groups you aren't able to hear people's hearts so you can't tell when they're lying. It's hard most- a lot of the time- but it honestly doesn't bother you.

"...It's..."

"It's Peter."

Lydia finishes his sentence, one hand on her hip.

"...we need to talk to you about him..."

A nervous look flicks onto your features. Why would they need to talk to you about him? Has something happened to him? He would have told you, you practically talk everyday. It's obviously not good, based on how they looked when you'd entered.

"What...about him?"

It's Derek, who answers you next. His arms crossed, as they usually are. He looks troubled...but for who? For himself, for Peter?

"..we need you to cut contact with him..."

There it is. There's the catch to this conversation. Of course you were stupid for thinking it would have been something different.

"What?"

"It's dangerous for you to be his friend..."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff.

"...it's also dangerous to be in beacon hills, but none of us have left."

good point

"...(y/n)..."

Scott remarks.

"If you were friends with anyone else, that would be fine, but it's..."

"Peter Hale.". Stiles adds in, pointing his finger. "...and we haven't had the best history with him."

They have always had a problem with Peter.

Even when he's helped. Yes he’s done stuff in the past, and yes understandable they don’t trust him, but that was the past. He's changed. Why can't they at least give him a chance? ‘Cause everything he’s done has mainly been for his family

"...yeah..." you reply, pointing at each of them. "Yours. Your history with him, not mine"

Beginning to grow frustrated as every second passes.

"...I'm not going to just cut contact with him because you tell me to-"

"But he's evil.". Stiles raises an eyebrow, trying to point out the facts when they're not true.

"He's not evil...he’s done some things but he’s not evil.”

Closing a fist to fight back from punching something, you avert your eyes away from Stiles. Avert from everyone. They're your family, and families fight. The other's share glances trying to find a way to make what they want to happen, happen.

Next, Derek steps forward again.

"Please, (y/n). Just..."

"No..."

now, as you stare at him, a flicker of anger shows in your eyes.

"...I'm not going to, and if that's all you wanted me here for, then i'm leaving..."

a beat. a beat of silence follows, solidifying your point.

"Fine, i'm leaving..."

Turning on your heel you begin to leave, ignoring the looks. Before yoou can disapper, though, Stiles says something else.

"..Why do you care about Peter so much?"

Theres so many reasons why, but the main reason is what you admit. What you hadn't been meaning to, but now with your emotions everywhere you can't help to.

Walking over to the door, you stop. Not looking back, only looking forward.

"...because I love him."

Pushing the door open, leaving them exchanging surprised glances.

The door closes behind you. Running a hand over your face, like before, you walk through the hallway. Coming around the corner a few seconds later, walking straight into something- correction- someone- when you do.

It's not anyone from back there, it's actually who you hadn't been meaning to run into quite so soon. Without even looking up at the person you just know.

"...Peter..."

looking up, eyes meeting his. He looks...surprised, which means..

"You heard me...?"

He nods, but his expression is different. Different than it usually is. He's not wearing a smirk, or wanting to say something like a joke, his expression is one of surprise- of confusion- but mostly happiness.

Why? because he never thought you would feel this way, and, judging by your heart, you weren't lying.

So he begins to say something, but you catch him off guard by leaning your head against his chest.

"...i'm sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve to hear what they said..."

Snapping out of his initial shock, he slowly wraps an arm around you, letting you get more comfortable in his hold.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm used to it..."

"You shouldn't have to be Pete."

and, you're right, but you're the only one who thinks that. Peter sighs.

"...do you want to get out of here…?”

Pulling away from Peter, you look up at him.

"...please.”

They'd probably try and convince you, again, but you can't listen to them right now.

"...let's go..."

He presses a soft kiss to your head, lingering a moment. Then the two of you leave. When you get into his car, you're on the road soon enough.

Head resting against the window, you look out at the road trying to forget what had just happened. Before you reach where he's staying, Peter glances over at you. Heart-beat slowed back down, to a more even rate.

"...I...love you too, you know."

He notices how your heart-rate picks up, but then falls back to normal. Smitten: that's what you are. You're smitten with him. You look over at Peter with a smile, with such love in your eyes. Never has he made you feel the way anyone else, not that you're complaining,

After a moment you look out the window again, but this time you're unable to stop smiling.

#teen wolf #peter hale #peter hale x reader

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.44 Get your girl

I pissed off rude girl, and that was fun. I saw an old man do a headstand, and that was amazing. To top off an already awesome day, not only did the old man join me for guided meditation but also so many sims wanted to join the class, I had to turn some away! I hated doing that, but it was such a good problem to have. Sims were finally recognizing the benefit of quieting their thoughts and practicing mindfulness, and I loved to see it. But as fate always had it, my good fortune ended. I had a room full of sims who paid me to teach them how to focus and quiet their minds, yet I could not focus. I tried everything, but I just could not get there. Something in my life must not have been in order. Meditation would have been the perfect time to figure it out, but I had a room full of sims waiting for my prompts to guide them. I never liked to half ass things, but I was unable to do my job so I reused the clouds prompt again to get me through class. When it was over, I went to the sauna to relax and figure out why I couldn't focus. At first, I thought maybe it was this business with Yasmine coming back to haunt me, but I had already squashed that. I combed over everything and still could not figure it out, so I stopped trying. Sometimes I stressed myself out trying to solve things when what I really needed to do was relax, so that was exactly what I did. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and emptied my mind. A while later, someone joined me in the sauna and then another, so I figured it was time to leave. As soon as I stood up, it hit me. I had unfinished business and left the spa immediately to make things right with Maira.

She answered the door with the blankest of expressions.

"Hey..." I said uncomfortably.

"What do you want, Luca?"

Ouch.

"Look...I'm sorry for popping up like this. I know it's late, but can we talk?"

She nodded, let me in, but stood at the door as if she were prepared to throw me out if I said the wrong thing.

"I feel like I upset you, and that was not my intention."

She gestured toward the couch, finally, and we sat. I was going to continue with my apology, but she interrupted me.

"When you said I was your friend... That night...the fire...I know you felt something. How could you not?"

So we were going there, huh? I tried to bury those feelings, but maybe I was ready to talk about it with her. I'd been confessing a lot of that deep, hidden stuff to myself lately. Maybe this won't be too hard.

"I did," I said. "But... Things have been really complicated for me...in that way."

"Complicated how?"

I took a deep breath.

"I like you, Maira. I do. But I..."

I felt things slowly going off the rails, and I hadn't even said anything yet, so I took a different approach, hoping things would flow better.

"You're beautiful..."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Me?"

It was my turn to be surprised.

"You're kidding, right?"

"What? I don't get too many compliments like that. Most guys I dealt with were fans of my ass."

I couldn't help it, but I let out a tiny chuckle. Maybe it was the way she said it.

"I, uhhh...I will admit to also being a fan, heh. But I'm not just talking about your face. You're beautiful inside, too. If someone were to hold a SimRay to my head and say I had to get married right away or I'd die, you would be one of the women at the top of my list."

"Aww! Really?"

"Yeah... I said it was complicated because I feel that way about you...and someone else, to be honest. But I'm still afraid to make a move. My parents have been divorced my whole life, basically. I didn't have many examples of healthy, thriving relationships growing up. I still don't. And even now, as an adult, I keep learning things about my parents that make me even less sure about if I'm cut out for this. I don't want to end up like them, so it's easier to keep everyone at a distance until I figure myself out. But that's gotten harder and harder to do the more I get to know you all. I don't want to mess up."

She sat there, still listening, so I went on.

"When I said you were my friend, I wasn't trying to say that's how I saw you and we had zero chance of anything else. I was simply stating you are my friend, and I would always be here for you."

She nodded slowly.

"I knew your parents were divorced, but I didn't know you were still being affected by it. I guess it all makes sense now."

"I'm sorry if it felt like I was leading you on, or whatever. That wasn't my intention. I've been thinking about things a lot lately and trying to remember my parents' problems had nothing to do with me and I don't have to do what they did. So I've decided to give dating a try. Heh, according to my Dad, you and I may have been doing that this whole time. I don't want to be scared anymore. But I also don't want anything serious right now. I do want to find someone I'd be willing to get serious with, so...yeah. I'm dating."

"That's very good to know," she said. "I kinda feel the same way. I wasn't upset because I thought we were going somewhere because I'm not looking for anything too serious right now, either. I was upset because I thought you friend zoned me, and it just made me think about all the other guys I'd dealt with. I thought you were different...someone I'd like to be with when I am ready. But in that moment, I thought you were just like everyone else, taking what they want and throwing me away when it was convenient for them. That upset me because I just want to meet a good guy for once. So...yeah...I'm sorry I thought you were a llama snot."

I hadn't heard llama snot since we were kids. It made me smile.

"I'm sorry you've met so many douche bags."

She shrugged.

"You win some, you lose some. Speaking of losing... If you like this other girl, I think you should go for it and forget about me."

My stomach rolled.

"What? No. I could never forget about you. You're one of my best friends!"

"I don't mean cut me out of your life. I just mean, if you're waffling between her and me, choose her."

A tiny part of me was relieved she had taken herself out of the proverbial race because, if it came down to Maira and Sophia, I honestly didn't know how I'd choose. But I still didn't want to lose her. True, we were just friends and could remain friends. But the part of me that wanted more than that was sad.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, Luca! I know you say you're scared, and you think you're not ready, but you are! And you want it! I can see it in your eyes and in the way you behave. Just be with her. You'll be fine. I'm nowhere near ready for what you want, and I'm sorry if I lead you to believe I am. My family... I love them, but they are driving me nuts right now. My parents just had another baby, and my sister is pregnant again. And top it all off, my brother just got married."

"Who married him?" I asked in disgust.

She laughed because she knew I couldn't stand that guy.

"Malia."

My eyes widened that time.

"Malia Gallardo?"

The girl I used to like who liked my sister instead of me?

"Yep! They're ummm...they're interesting together... But anyway, with all these babies and marriages going on, everyone's looking at me like 'well???' and tapping on their fictitious watches. I just don't want any of that. At least not now. Maybe never! I don't know right now. But what I do know is I'm going at this much slower than you are, and I don't want to hold you back. So...go get your girl. And before you ask, yes we're still friends, yes, I want to see you from time to time, and yes, when you're ready, I'd like to meet her."

I didn't know what to say or even what to feel. What did she see in me that told her I was ready for a serious relationship? I wanted to see it too. I should have felt liberated, but I was still a little scared. Of what? I didn't know. Fear of the unknown, probably. I suppose that was healthy. Still, I wasn't prompted to go home and call Sophia.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #maira watson

[sillyromance]

Hello! I don’t know if you know this character well enough, but I’ll try my best. Can you please make some kind of scenario with G1 Sunstreaker?

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm very sorry that completing this has taken so much time... But, finally, I've come up with an idea for the writing. Perhaps, it has turned out too fluffy...

Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!

Not alone.

- Y/n!

You turned – your eyes locked on the lemon-yellow frame of Sunstreaker. Your big autobot friend had just returned from the mission: his crimson brother was somewhere nearby too since you could hear his loud crispy voice; he was buzzing annoyingly like a big bug in a child's fist. Definitely, boasting again… If there was a battle, those two inevitably found themselves right in the middle of it – and none of the twins was shy to show off, talking about their victories and crazy adventures. Though, that time it seemed like one of the young heroes decided to spend some time with a little human instead…

- Hi, pal! How’s it goin’? – You tried to make your voice sound in the most optimistic way possible, though a careful listener would easily recognise you pretended.

- We’ve fried some ‘cons, obviously! You should have seen how their armor got covered with that appetizing crisp! – He went down on his knee, his blue optics looking attentively in your eyes. – A usual day, really… But I see there’s somethin’ wrong. Mind to tell me?

- It's nothing. Well... I don’t know. It’s not that important. – Your gaze avoided his, your hands going back and forth, rubbing your hips and leaving long white stripes on the jeans.

There were many other bots around. Optimus, Ironhide, First Aid… Of course, they were very compassionate and understanding - but you didn’t want to talk about your problems while it was so crowded. As for Sunny, you felt grateful for being cared about, especially if it was someone who usually cared about himself more than about anyone else… Still, such stuff were not for everyone to know…

There were many things going wrong in your life lately. It would be hard to count them all… However, it didn’t mean you would let yourself act like a baby and cry on a random shoulder – no matter fleshy or steely. The bots and people working with them had a lot of things to do. Decepticons never lost a chance to cause even a tiny trouble – though, honestly, usually it was a complete disaster. It was a war… There was no time for being weak. The world wouldn’t save itself.

Sunstreaker titled his helm on a side and smiled softly.

- I thought of a ride around the base… I wondered if you'd like to join me, huh? I doubt you will reject such a cool guy like me.

- Sure not, Sunny. – You couldn’t help but smirked teasingly at his charming behaviour. - Though, I’m afraid to burn down like those ‘cons. It’s getting kinda hot around here, haven't you noticed?

He laughed lightheartedly, you accompanied him. Then he turned into his vehicle mode. Getting in the car, you heard Wheeljack calling for you two:

- Hey, guys! Where are you going?

- Oh, doc! It's just a little ride!

- Don’t you remember, Streaker – you and Sideswipe are helping me in the lab this evenin’!

- Don’t worry, doc! You know, you can count on us!

- Yeah… I don't think so after the previous time I…

- Whatever, bye!

Before the inventor could say anything else, the Lamborghini drove off the place at full speed, heading to the exit.

Evening air was refreshing; it carried soothing scents of warm sand and wild flowers. Rubby-gold clouds swam in the peach sky; tired ochre sun was slightly touching the edge of the horizon. The bot was silent. It was a little bit surprising, though you was grateful. You didn’t want to chat at that moment.

Looking at the rocky, orange landscape, you sighed with satisfaction. That was exactly that you needed. Noisy and humid atmosphere of the base tired you up; Sunstreaker saw this perfectly at the very minute he spotted you on that corner. He knew you well enough. You two didn’t waste much time on long preludes at the first meeting and got along just fine. The more you hanged out together, the closer you became. So, you quickly reached the point when friends start reading each other’s minds.

He was enjoying your presence, your body lying conveniently on his cushy seats and your hands touching the steering wheel. Though you weren't a cybotronian, you were one of the most important souls in the world for him – after his beloved brother, of course. And your low spirit concerned him much. He really wanted to speak to you there and then, however, he saw it wasn’t a good moment. Well, you would be at your secret place soon anyways – there he would ask…

After one-two kilometers he slowed down and pulled over to the side road which soon made its way upwards a sloping hill. There were much more plants than before; slim and dry trunks of acacias surrounded you, throwing long lavender shades at the car and the passenger inside. Endless blue sea of the heavens was broken into pieces of rainbow glass with thin, blooming brunches. The bot stopped; you hopped out and ran forward to a long pink cliff looming behind the trees. Sunstreaker followed, already on his feet too.

The cliff was a good spot for relaxation. It was calm, quiet, peaceful; a colorful blooming plain and a small bunch of the trees created a beautiful, almost wild landscape. Everywhere you could see was a domain of prairie. Though, downwards, there was a small town in a valley; the streetlights always switched on pretty early, they looked like fireflies sitting on the ancient eastern carpet. At that moment they were shining too – tiny stars floating in the violet air. Tough stone was drowning in plants; yellow grass tickled your bare ankles. The grove on the left rustled softly in the coming twilights; wide waves were walking over the fields.

- So… Now, we are alone. – The bot began, looking at the transparent, smoky moon starting its way above the world. – Maybe, now could you tell me?

You shrugged your shoulders, then looked at your boots – a tiny ant was running around your foot helplessly. You took a long stalk and helped the insect down on the ground.

- I don’t know. It’s… a lot.

The bot chuckled.

- I’m all audio sensors.

- Since when have you become so thoughtful, buddy?

- Since I’ve known you!

- Really? Ok, ok…

You were talking till the sun sat and the sky got covered in its cute glittering freckles. The wind rose; it was already chilly, almost cold. Thin summer shirt wasn’t able to protect you from the cooling night weather. You rubbed your forearms, trying to regain warmth; Sunstreaker glanced at your shivering figure, worried.

- Are you cold, little one? – He asked.

- Yeah… A bit. I think, it would be better for us to return.

- Agreed… - He responded, transforming…

At base everyone had been sleeping when you came. Trying not to wake the comrades up (especially, Wheeljack), you sneaked inside and turned into one of the corridors, heading to your quarters.

- Are you sure you’ll be all right on your own? – Your friend kneeled and let you climb on his large flat palm. His optics were gleaming softly in the darkness.

- Are there any other options? – You smiled.

- Well… - His voice became shaky. – I could… take you with me…

- It would be uncomfortable for both of us, don’t you think?

He thought for a minute or two, then turned to you, expression of his faceplate showing a mix of hope and... embarrassment?!

- Actually, I have an idea… But I don’t know if you…

- Just say it out loud, boy.

He took a deep “breath”, stabilizing his systems.

- I could… I could put you in my fuel tank. So, you would be safe while sleeping and… not alone as well.

You heart skipped a beat.

- Wait, wait, wait… But transformers’ fueltanks work in the same way human stomachs do, don’t they?

- Still, we can’t process organic materials, remember?

He had a point. You exhaled.

- Right… Nevertheless, it sounds so crazy…

- I understand. So... It’s your choice.

You rubbed your chin, considering the offer. On one hand, you were about to be swallowed(!) alive by a metal titan and spend a whole night inside him without any guaranties that something wouldn’t go wrong. But at the same time, he was your best friend; you could trust him. After all, that all was just a matter of trust.

You met his gaze once again - the bot waited for your decision, though you could see the flames of impatience jumping in his optics.

- I… I don’t mind. I know you won’t hurt me.

You could tell he was happy to hear that; tension released the bot’s figure, he grinned joyfully like a big cat.

- Wow! Thank you, Y/N! I swear it's gonna be the best experience possible for you!

- Fine, big guy! Let’s get it over with…

He opened the door of the room he and his brother were sharing. Sideswipe was snoring peacefully on his berth; he didn’t notice neither of you and didn’t hear how Sunstreaker closed the door and lied on his own bed.

- Shhhh… - He whispered as he saw you trying to say something. – He won’t bother us. Sides won’t open his optics even if the skies crack on two.

You giggled. But the bot’s faceplate suddenly went sober.

- Are you still sure?

You nodded confidently.

- Perfect… If anything scares you, just call for me - I'll stop and let you out. Don’t be shy, Ok?

- Ok.

- Good… Now, please, hold still…

His grip tightened a little as you were lifted to his opening mouth. Your feet were laid on something wet and warm – it wrapped around them, coating you in heavy, slick slime. Tingles ran down your spine as you realized it was his glossa tasting you, and the slime was the drool coaxing your limbs, preparing you for… for the way down. Sunstreaker’s throat produced a silent moan of pleasure – it seemed he liked your flavor! Huh… You couldn’t help but blushed, thinking about you being such a tasty tiny candy.

Meanwhile, the bot very gently pushed you further, to the pharynx. Your hands finally met with the pulsing, smooth tongue which leaned to them eagerly, then slipped behind you back. The servo loosened up; now you were in the bot’s mouth entirely, being held by his long, plushie glossa. Misty, hot air filled your lungs; it was too dark to see, but you could feel your toes wriggling in the open space – the awaiting entrance of the esophagus. Streams of oily saliva vanished in that black hole with loud, delicious sounds of gulps. At first, they frightened you; instinctively, you grabbed the flesh of your improvised bed and made an attempt to crawl away from the danger. However, the very minute you did that, the swallows faded. Sunstreacker froze still, granting you a chance to stop – undoubtedly, it would disappoint him, but he didn’t want to startle his human friend. You took a big breath and forced yourself to calm down. There was nothing that would mean harm to you. The mech wouldn’t hurt you - he loved you! You went through so many things together – undeniably, he was reckless sometimes, but he wouldn’t do anything that would lead to death of those he valued the most.

Hesitantly, you patted the glossa – it licked your cheek playfully, comforting, then bend over, letting you slide back to the throat. Powerful metal muscles contracted around your ankles and tugged you in the comforting embrace of the esophagus.

Trembling, the bot outlined a small round bulge on his neck with his digit as you were fully pulled inside his throat. He swallowed hard, yet carefully, sending your warm, fragile body further down his huge tough body. The mech could still sense you wriggle, moving deeper and deeper inside beneath his chest plates. Some more slow seconds – and you arrived at your destination, being dropped into whining chamber of the alien “stomach”, making a nice little bulge on Sunstreaker’s abdomen.

His servo leisurely traced your path and stayed on the lump, massaging it slightly. Inside, it was gurgly and wet, but cozily warm and soft. You felt your friend’s indecisive caresses and pressed your hand against a thick grey wall permeated with long thin energon cables from the bottom to the top.

- How are you, Y/N? Is it OK?

- Yes, Sunny, it is. Don’t worry so much! You did great, by the way…

- Oh… That’s good to hear, I guess… You too.

- Thanks…

It was awkward to have a conversation in that position, so neither of you said a word anymore. You rested against the plump bumps of the fueltank rubbing at you lovingly; soothing quiet sparkbeat and dim light coming from the walls as well as gentle growling sounds and warmth made its work – your eyelids soon grew heavy, you yawned and snuggled into the squishy metal.

- Sweet dreams, Sunny.

The bot curled up around you, hugging his growling, full middle.

- Same for you, dear.

#extreme cuddling #soft vore #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #g/t vore #g1 vore #sunstreaker vore #vore fluff #sfw vore

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Secrets revealed

Previous

"Hershel!" Rick called out once they got back to the courtyard.

"You didn't find them?" The old man asked.

We thought maybe they came back out here." Glenn said.

Beth shook her head, looking for any sign of the three missing people.

"What about T? Carol?"

"They didn't make it." Daryl admitted.

"That doesn't mean the others didn't. We're going back." Rick declared. "Daryl, Nat, Glenn, you come-“

A baby's cries interrupted Rick, bringing everyone's attention to behind him.

Maggie, holding a baby, and Carl walked out of a rusty cage, looking miserable and both covered in blood.

Rick was in disbelief as he walked towards the pair, dropping his axe.

"Where ... Where is she? Where is she?" Rick asked a blubbering Maggie.

When she didn't answer, he walked toward where they just came from.

"No,Rick. No!" Maggie sobbed, trying to hold Rick back, whilst not dropping the baby.

Rick shrugged her off, as he began to cry, himself, his son beside him, as his body shook. 

"Oh, no. No! No!" Rick shouted into the air.

Glenn tried to comfort a crying Maggie as everyone else didn't know what to do with themselves.

Ricks behaviour reminded Natalia of the worst day of her life.

He collapsed to the ground, falling onto his side as he sobbed.

Sully ran to her side, pressing up against her, not knowing how to handle a situation like this, he was a dog, after all. Natalia subconsciously stroked him as the baby continued to cry.

Daryl went over to see if Rick was okay, trying to pull him into reality.

"Rick, you with me?" He asked. "Rick?"

"Let me see the baby" Hershel declared when Maggie passed it to Carl.

"What are we gonna feed it?" Daryl asked, moving his worries to the infant. "We got anything a baby can eat?"

"Formula, powder milk." Natalia said, not realising she said it until after.

"For the most part, she looks healthy, but Nats right, and she needs it soon, or she won't survive." Hershel said.

"Nope. No way. Not her." Daryl decided. "We ain't losing nobody else, I'm going for a run, you coming?" Natalia looked up at him, not noticing that he asked her the question.

"Right, yeah, sure." Natalia agreed.

"I'll back you up." Maggie said.

"I'll go too." Glenn joined in.

"Okay, think where we're going. Beth. Kid just lost his mom. His dad ain't doing so hot." He told the teenager, quietly.

"I'll look out for him." She nodded.

"You two get the fence, two many pile up, we got ourselves a problem." Daryl told the two prisoners. "Nat, Glenn, Maggie, Vamonos"

Rick seemed to have woken up from his daze, walking towards where he dropped his axe, picking it up.

"Rick!" Maggie called out to him, but he ignored her, heading into the building.

"Get the gate. Come on, we're gonna lose the light!" Daryl shouted, not seeming to be bothered by Ricks actions.

"There's a Piggly wiggly on 85" Glenn said.

"No, the baby sections been cleared. Lori asked me to keep an eye out but I hadn't got that far." Maggie said.

"Is there any place out there that hasn't been completely looted?" Daryl asked.

"I know a place, not far, it was pretty quiet, about north from here." Natalia said.

"There's too much debris on the road. A car will never get through that."

"Alright, Nat, you're up, you both keep an eye out on everyone." Daryl instructed.

Glenn handed the woman a bag as Daryl started up his bike.

"You alright?" Maggie asked her.

"Fine." Natalia said, walking away from them and getting on the back of Daryl's motorbike, him driving out of the gates as soon as.

Eventually they got to the place Natalia suggested.

Daryl parked his bike, reaching for his crossbow.

"Company's close, stay tight." He told her.

The pair walked around the small park, and near the building.

Natalia tried the door handle but it was locked, instead she opted to smash a window out and jumped inside.

She took in the familiar room, looking at the wall full of handprints.

"What's up with you?" Daryl asked, climbing through the window as well. "You kinda got lost, like Rick."

"I'm fine." She told him, taking her eyes off the red hand, and heading towards the changing cupboard, filling the bag with bottles and diapers.

"How'd you know about this place?" He asked.

Since when did he get so nosy.

Natalia sighed as she stood back up.

Walking out of the room, she headed for the kitchen.

"You ain't gonna answer me?" He whispered after her.

"Will you leave me alone if I do?"

"Probably." He shrugged.

She reached for the cupboard, finding the tins of formula, shoving it in her bag.

"I had a daughter." She admitted, stalling slightly as she tapped her fingers on the counter. "Lived locally. Used to take her here whilst I was at work. She was two and a half."

"What happened?" He pried.

"Uhm. I know how Harry, my boyfriend, died..." She started. "We had an argument about Winnie, y'know, like Hocus Pocus, about how we were gonna take care of her in this world, and it got pretty heated. After all the safe zones were taken out, we just moved around, avoiding everything and everyone. I didn't know how to fight back, I couldn't do anything, I was weak and defenceless, but he was stupid and reckless, and I told him that, I said that if we did what he thought was best, he was gonna get us all killed, he was going to get her killed." Natalia tucked her hair behind her ears, her voice was shaky as she talked, she'd never spoke about anything that happened that day, out loud. "I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it, but I was too stubborn, so later that night, he wrote a note, telling me that I was right, he didn't want to be responsible for risking our lives anymore, and that we were better off without him, swallowed a bunch of pills and spent his dying breath in the room with our daughter. We didn't know. I didn't know that ... I didn't even hear her cry, I failed her, I failed both of them. I woke up to Sully barking, he was coming right at me, must've got bored of her, he didn't even give me time to process, before I was reaching to grab the closest thing to me. Then I found her ... she ... she was so tiny, the last time I saw my baby girl, chunks were ripped out of her flesh, her eyes were rid of that beautiful hazel, and she wanted to eat me. I had to ... I didn't have a choice. I killed my baby." She gripped the counter, tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Daryl had listened to every word, he hadn't expected the secret she was hiding to be something like that, he couldn't even blame her behaviour anymore, he knew how Carol felt after Sophia, he was devastated, himself. He couldn't even imagine the pain and guilt she felt everyday.

"After that day. I taught myself how to fight, how to use any weapon I could get my hands on, I cleared streets, killed anything I came across, and I sat in that house every day, just waiting to die, waiting for God to just pity me, I wasn't going to take myself out, I couldn't after ...but I couldn't stop fighting either, it's like I had to prove myself, that if I was the me after, before, she'd still be here, I could have kept her safe. When I saw Lori that first day, I felt so angry, I thought she was the most selfish entitled person I've ever seen, but she's also the reason I let you people stay, I couldn't be responsible for anything to happen during the days that I sent you away. I failed Winnie, but I wasn't going to fail that baby. I won't fail that baby, so lets go." She gathered herself, bypassing Daryl to leave the kitchen. "I know none of your people trust me, still, but I appreciate keeping me around."

He looked at the cupboard that she didn't bother to, but he caught her staring at it as she left. He looked over his shoulder, seeing that she had disappeared into another room.

Daryl opened the cupboard, where all the allergy medicine were kept, including photos of children.

There sat a picture of who he couldn't mistake to be Natalia, holding a little girl with dark curly pig tails in her lap, he could tell who that was, she was a carbon copy of her mother, even having matching smiles, staring into the camera that Natalia was pointing at.

He picked up the picture, turning it around to read the back.

Winnie Fry. allergic to peanuts. EpiPen. Ring Mom and Dad or grandparents immediately if in contact with allergen.

Daryl pocketed the photo, grabbing a bunch of medication as well, just in case.

"Hey" he found Natalia in the toy room. "Could use some of this." He showed her what he found, before taking the bag out of her hands and shoving it in. "Rick trusts ya. Yer part of the group, whether you like it or not, nothing you can do about it. He wouldn't bother asking what ya think if he didn't. An' if he depends on you, that's good enough fer me."

"Thought she might like this." Natalia held out a teddy cow and a soft pink blanket.

"Grab a few, kid was born in a prison joint, gotta liven the place up a bit." He grabbed a few small teddies also shoving them in the bag, zipping it up and passing it to the woman.

It was dark by the time they got back to the prison. Glenn was in the guard tower, shooting down walkers before they could reach the bike, Axel popped them through the fence whilst Oscar opened the gate, closing it behind them.

The baby was crying when Natalia and Daryl ran in, Beth was trying to comfort her as everyone sat around the table.

"How she doing?" Daryl asked, when Beth passed her to Carl so that her and Maggie could help Natalia.

The baby started crying louder.

"I'm sorry" Carl apologised as Daryl took her out of his arms.

She instantly stopped crying, instead made noises as she got comfortable in his arms before quieting down.

Natalia had finished with the bottle, passing it to Beth who gave it to Daryl.

"Come on, come on" He encouraged as she began to drink the milk. causing a small chuckle out the man. "She got a name yet?" He asked Carl.

"Not yet. But I was thinking maybe Sophia. Then there's Carol too. And  Andrea. Amy. Jacqui. Patricia. Or Lori. I don't know."

"Yeah. You like that? Huh?" Daryl asked the baby, when nearly all the milk was gone. "Little Ass-Kicker. Right? That's a good name, right?" He asked the people in the room, who responded in laughs and agreement. "Little ass-kicker, you like that, huh? You like that sweetheart?"

"Nat, come on, breakfast!" Maggie had called once more, the next morning. After she was sure that the baby was safe, she prepared a few bottles before heading to bed. If Natalia knew the consequences of opening up healed wounds, she would of never told Daryl about Winnie or Harry, or that night, her brain forced her to relive it like she was back there, once again. She hadn't got much sleep and planned to spend the day rotting in bed.

"Sully, go eat, boy." She told the stubborn dog, who refused to leave her side, knowing something was wrong. "Sully, now." She ordered, sending the Border Collie out of the unlocked cell. 

"There's enough food for both of you!" Beth called up, once the dog reached them.

She ignored the teenager, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she could feel the presence of someone in the doorway, watching her.

"Hey." Daryl's gravelly voice greeted.

"Hm?"

"Get dressed, Me, Carl an Oscar are gonna look around the prison, clean it up a bit, see what else we can find, could use your help.

She let out a sigh, before sitting up, and jumping off the top bunk, the bottom was reserved for Sully.

"You're taking out the kid?"

"He found the infirmary, an' it gives him something to do." Daryl shrugged, turning his back and leaning against the wall whilst She slipped into a pair of jeans. "Glenn an Maggie are heading out on a run, for the baby and ammo."

"Odd duo." She mused, referencing to the supplies needed.

"Don't forget to grab something to eat, don't need you passing out down there." He told her before walking away.

"Alright, dad." Natalia grumbled to herself, tucking her knifes and guns into her belt, slipping the swiss army knife into her boot.

"You ready, shortstuff?" Oscar asked, handing her a flashlight, the three stood outside the cell block waiting for the woman to show up, a stale biscuit in her mouth as she pulled her long hair up into a pony tail.

"As ever." She hummed, tying the hairband round for the last time, before tightening.

"Can Sully come?" Carl asked.

"Uh, we don't really know what might happen, and he can't really defend himself, cause he's a dog." Natalia tried to tell him, but she couldn't resist the sad look on the boys face. "But as long as you keep a strict eye on him, it should be fine."

"Thanks Nat!" He rejoiced, running back to the cell block to go get her dog.

"That's the first time I've seen the kid excited since, ever" Oscar told her.

"I wouldn't let him go if I didn't think it was manageable, I won't say I think its safe, cause that's the bad word, but, y'know."

Daryl was silent as the two conversed, but he wasn't not listening intently.

"So what were you before all of this?" The prisoner asked.

"Not in prison, that's for sure."

Carl and Sully soon came back and they left.

They got to one dark hallway in particular, the four waving their flashlights in the corners and around the dead bodies.

A door clanged against the frame at a repeated slow pace.

"Check it out man." Oscar said, shining his flashlight on it. "Must've missed it last night."

Carl walked ahead, Sully by his side as Natalia stood back, making sure nothing popped out from behind them.

"It's probably just one or two of 'em" Daryl guessed. "Don't look they got much fight." He pushed back the door with a finger. "They ain't going nowhere. We'll take care of it on the way back."

He whistled at Carl grabbing the kids attention as the pair walked forward.

"You know, my mom, she liked her wine." He told Carl, she couldn't help but overhear, considering she was walking behind them. "She liked to smoke in bed. Virginia slims. I was playing out with the kids in the neighbourhood. I could do that with Merle gone. They had bikes, I didn't. We heard sirens getting louder. They jumped on their bikes, ran after it, you know, hoping to see something worth seeing. I ran after them, but I couldn't keep up. I ran around a corner, and saw my friends looking at me. Hell, I saw everybody looking at me. Fire trucks everywhere." The man told his story calmly as he continued to look around, but Natalia couldn't help the way her hands sweated, she knew what was coming. "People from the neighbourhood. It was my house they were there for. It was my mom in bed. Burnt down to nothing. That was the hard part. You know, she was just gone. Erased. Nothing left of her. People said it was better that way. I don't know" He scoffed. "Just made it seem like it wasn't real, you know?"

"I shot my mom." Carl admitted, making the adults turn to look at him. "She was out. Hadn't turned yet. I ended it. It was real. Sorry about your mom." He told Daryl.

"I'm sorry about yours." He patted Carls shoulder. "Come on."  

They ended down a different Cell block, looking around but not finding anything.

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about!" Oscar exclaimed loudly, making the other three turn as he entered a cell. "mhmm, yeah!"

"Slippers?" Natalia asked.

"Yeah! Buddy!" He bent down to grab the slippers.

"What the hell do you need slippers for?" Daryl asked.

"You know. End of the day, relaxing." He shrugged.

Growling came from behind Natalia, making everyone raise their weapons.

"Don't shoot!" She spun around, lodging her knife into its skull letting the body drop to the ground. "If all three of you hit me, I would not have been happy."

"I wouldn'a hit you" Daryl defended himself.

"Must've been in the cell at the end." Oscar said. "We checked everywhere else."

Daryl bent down to look at the body, finding a knife stabbed into its neck, he pulled it out, causing blood to squelch and splatter upwards and onto the floor.

"That's Carols knife." He revealed. Daryl wiped the knife on the walkers overalls as he sat in thought for a moment.

Soon enough, they had returned back the Cell block, as soon as Daryl had made sure that Carl was alright with everyone, he was off again.

Natalia waited before going after him.

"Hey." She called out.

He didn't answer her, picking up his pace.

"Don't ignore me."

"Just go back, Nat." He told her.

"No."

"Leave me alone!"

"Nah." She continued to follow him. "You're clearly upset."

"I'm not."

"It's Carol, isn't it? I know you were both close."

"Mind yer own business."

"Like you mind yours?"

They ended up walking back to the hall with the two weak walkers in the cupboard, but there were a few bodies chucked around the floor, and one blocking the door. Rick must've come through here.

Daryl sat on the floor cross legged, against the wall facing the door, seeming to think through his thoughts as he continuously stabbed Carols knife into the ground.

Natalia let him, even though it was drilling into her head, she leaned against the wall as he worked things out for himself.

That was until the door started pressing against the body in front of it.

"I can take care of-"

"No." He cut her off, still banging the hilt of the knife into the concrete.

He eventually got tired of it himself, jumping up and chucking the body away from the door, getting ready to attack as he threw the door open.

Yet nothing came out.

"Oh my god" Natalia whispered, spotting the figure on the ground.

Daryl looked down, meeting the eyes of Carol.

He scooped her up in his arms, she was weak and could barely keep her head up.

Natalia led the way back to the Cell block, in case any walkers were around, Daryl couldn't exactly defend himself. 

She opened the door for him, walking in after.

The cell block was empty.

"Get 'er some water." Daryl told the woman, taking Carol into a cell and laying her down on the bed.

She did as told, taking him a bottle, that he spilled onto his hand, wiping it on her neck and face as she was passed out.

"Hey, hey, take it easy" Daryl told Carol as she came to consciousness, attempting to sit up.

"Have some of this, there ya go" Natalia helped her drink out of the bottle, letting the woman chug it after being dehydrated for a while.

There was talking and banging coming from outside the cell block, it sounded like Rick was giving out orders whilst interrogating someone.

Natalia looked to Daryl, who had done the same thing.

"You stay with her, I'll go get Rick, see what's going on." He told her, standing up from the bed.

Natalia sat closer to the woman, whilst Daryl left, she passed the woman a pack of biscuits opening them for her.

"I hope that I can be as cool as you are when I get old." Natalia teased.

"Hey, I'm not that old." She rolled her eyes at the younger woman.

Daryl had led the others back to the cell.

Natalia moved out the way so everyone could get a good look at the woman.

Carol stood up on shaky legs, embracing Rick in a hug.

"Thank god. Thank god." He whispered into her shoulder. "Thank god."

"How?" Hershel asked when she moved to hug the old man.

"Solitary." She revealed.

"Poor thing fought her way into a cell. Must have passed out. Dehydrated." Daryl said, sounding proud.

Hershel then moved, revealing Beth who was carrying the baby girl.

Carol gasped in surprise, looking at Rick, until seeming to connect the dots, her smile dropping.

"I'm sorry" She cried, cupping the mans face. "Oh, God."

"Who was out there?" Natalia asked, once Rick had seemed to recover, her, Hershel, Rick and Daryl leaving the cell.

"Found her outside the fences, covered in guts with a gunshot wound." Rick muttered, unlocking the door.

Natalia subconsciously pulled out her gun, taking it off safety just in case need be.

Daryl seemed to have the same idea as he had his crossbow ready.

"We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way." Rick told the dark skinned woman. "But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying formula."

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy." The woman said. "With a pretty girl."

Natalia looked to Hershel who seemed to get agitated by that.

"What happened?"

"Were they attacked?" Hershel asked.

"They were taken."

"Taken? By who?"

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me."

"Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened now!" Rick lunged at the woman, slapping her bullet wound.

"Rick!" Natalia called out to him. In her eyes, the woman hadn't exactly done anything to evoke that, he was out of order.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" The woman told him.

"Better start talking" Daryl told her, aiming his crossbow at her. "You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound."

"Let her talk." Natalia told them, but she still didn't take her gun off safety.

"Find 'em yourself." She gritted through her teeth.

"Daryl, get it out her face." Natalia told him, receiving a dirty look from the redneck, but lowered it.

"You came here for a reason." Rick said.

She pondered for a moment, thinking about what she should tell them.

"There's a town" She eventually said. "Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there.

"A whole town?" Rick asked.

"Its run by this guy, calls himself the governor. Pretty boy, charming. Jim Jones type."

"He got muscle?" Daryl asked.

"Paramilitary wannabes. They have armed sentries on every wall."

"You know a way in?"

"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through."

"How'd you know how to get here?" Rick asked.

"They mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in, that it was a straight shot."

"This is Hershel, the father of the girl who was taken. He'll take care of that." He told the woman, nodding for the other two to follow as he walked back to the cells.

"You didn't have to do that, either of you." Natalia scowled. "Didn't even give her a minute, she probably thought she was gonna die out there, then all of a sudden wakes up in a prison, having people she don't know pointing weapons in her face, asking questions, attacking her."

"Ain't that how we met?" Daryl told her.

"Thought you didn't agree with strangers?" Rick said.

"I don't agree with strangers that give me a reason not to, she doesn't have any weapons and she's hurt, you were out of line."

Rick shrugged it off, walking back to the group, relaying what the woman had told them.

"How do we know that we can trust her?" Oscar asked.

"This is Maggie and Glenn, why are we even debating it?" Beth pressed.

"We ain't. I'll go after them." Daryl said.

"Well this place sounds pretty secure, you can't go alone.

"I'll go." Natalia offered, these seemed like people she couldn't trust.

"I will." Beth said.

"Me too." Axel stepped up.

They looked at Oscar, who nodded.

"I'm in."

Rick nodded, sending everyone off to get ready for a fight, and to meet at the car.

Natalia already had her weapons on her, she never felt safe without them, she even made sure that her gun was fully loaded, bringing her spare just in case.

"I got the flash bangs and I got the tear gas." Daryl told Oscar and Natalia as he placed them in the trunk of the car. "You never know what you're gonna need."

"Smart." She said.

Carl came up from behind them, passing over bags.

"Hey, don't you worry about your old man. I'm gonna keep my eye on him." Daryl said, patting the kids back and walking away.

"And I'll keep my eye on the both of them, as long as you keep yours on Sully? He seems to like you a lot."

"Deal." He smiled at her.

"Carl." Rick called him over to talk.

She stepped away from the trunk, letting Oscar finish loading up as she headed towards Beth and the woman.

"Sorry you can't come" She told the teenager.

"It's alright, we all got jobs to do."

"We'll bring them back though, I promise."

"I trust you." Beth hugged her.

"Natalia." She told the woman. "But nobody calls me that, Nat."

"Michonne." The woman said.

"Nice to meet you, Michonne."

"Hey, lets go." Oscar called out.

"Can I drive?" Natalia asked.

"Hell no." Daryl answered as they all climbed in.

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[praisethesuuun]

Chen gong nsfw alphabet please and thank you

I'm so happy to hear that someone else thinks about this little sunshine☀️❤️ Chen really is important to me, so I've put my whole heart in this one. Hope you like it, anon☺️

CHEN GONG: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Oh, please, this man is as sweet as honey. If anything, you're the one that have to take care of him: wiping the sweat from his forehead and cuddling him. Chen Gong is absolutely the softest man you will ever find, reward him for his hard work, he needs it!

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

Chen absolutely loves his long hair, especially when you pull it while he eats you out. You can literally see the way his eyes roll in the back of his head, while a red blush appear on his cheeks. Chen Gong likes holding your tiny hands when you ride him like crazy or, talking in a more pleasant context, he'd like to hold them every time.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

I don't think he has any preferences. I mean, everywhere is ok, anywhere you want. This handsome puppy will follow your every order!

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Maybe, just maybe, he fantasizes about you pegging him. Even if it will remain only a thought, since he doesn't want to be seen as effeminate by the other members of the army. Oh, and another thing...do you think involving Lu Bu could be a problem?

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Chen Gong had only a short experience and it was with his general, but, apart from this escapade, he has never had any sexual experiences.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

This man lives to please you, so cowgirl is a must in bed. You will have to mark his neck, kiss his chest and tell him how good he is. But, Chen likes 69 more, because you two can please each other at the same time and he finds it beautiful.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

Yeah, he's goofy sometimes, but not too much. Don't expect too many jokes for his part, if you want, you can keep the light atmosphere.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Chen Gong is pretty groomed, despite the war and his traveling, he manages to keep it nice and clean. The carpet is slightly darker than the courtains, not too much tho.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Romance never fails with him, your every session is full of love, while the entire room is decorated with flower petals.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

Chen Gong can't deny it, sex with you is like a drug for him. When he's away from you, he can't help but touch himself imagining your body, the way your eyes devour his soul...

K: kinks <their kinks>

He has something for mutual masturbation, for him it's a romantic thing to do. Plus, you'll be the top, because Chen's favourite thing to hear are your praises: tell him everything you feel, how much you love riding him and how good is making you feel. Chen has a choking kink, there, I said it.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Because of the war, you often do this in your tents. But it's always so embarrassing because of the noises you make, everyone knows when it's time to walk away or ignore it. So, you started looking for quieter places-

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you act all caring in his regards such as, for example, taking care of his injuries. When you give him special attention, Chen Gong loses control and can't wait to pounce on you!

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Degrading you in any way possible. He just can't, despising you just doesn't exist.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Giving, without doubt. When you pull his hair, Chen may cum instantly, not to mention the way he likes to worship you or the sweet moans that leave your mouth. "Y-you're doing so well, Chen!" "Yes! Say it again, my dear!"

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

You're the one to decide the pace, Chen will obey like always. If you want to go rough, it's ok, and if you want to go slow, it's ok too.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

It happened, more than once. The sequence of events is always the same: you get excited by mistake (small caresses too many, a few sighs...), Chen gets hard and your thighs start shaking at the thought, you two find an empty room and- you know the rest.

R: risk <...DUH>

He's not too much of a risks guy, but if you insists so much then he will try to settle you. If he sees that he doesn't like it, he doesn't hesitate to tell you and stop right away, switching to something sweeter to calm him down.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

I would say 2 or 3 rounds, in short, average. It also depends on the circumstances, but usually it goes something like this.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

No, he doesn't have them, he's enough for you, so you don't need him, right? Using them will hurt his pride as a man, please tell him that he's enough.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

This little puppy? Oh no, he doesn't tease you, it's usually the other way around. He kinda likes it when you make him beg or whine.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Super noisy, Chen doesn't hide his pleasure, despite sometimes trying to control himself or shut his mouth. It's his way of letting you know how much he loves you.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

I think you all know what's coming and let me answer the question from before: no, for Lu Bu wasn't a problem. He likes to join you two when you ask him, I mean, you're both pretty cute and irresistible, how could he not do that?

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Chen's cock is pretty average, just enough to make you scream when wanted, he knows how to use it and you're good at riding it. It's slightly curved upward and the tip is #d69883.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

It's amazing how easily Chen gets turned on, he becomes like a puppy looking for milk whenever he is excited. And tell me, how can you resist at those puppy eyes? That's right, you can't.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Chen Gong falls asleep almost immediately, especially if you cuddle him with his head resting on your chest, between your boobs. If you stop and listen, you can hear little moans when you stroke the back of his neck.

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