Still a hiddlestoner, just lusting after men who are these two things. 1 - Murderous Tendercies. 2 - Mentally Unstable. Level 34 CURRENT HYPERFIXATION ~ DEATH STRANDING.
Long awaited Reunion Pt 1.Long awaited Reunion Pt 2.
Timefall Tea Party -Ch.1
The Pencil never lies - Ch.1
The Pencil never lies - Ch.2
The Pencil never lies - Ch.3
The Pencil never lies - Ch.4
The Pencil never lies - Ch.5
The Pencil never lies - Ch.6
The Pencil never lies - Ch.7
The lies we're told - Ch. 1
ONE SHOTS
~James X Reader TLOU~
Forgive me father, for I have sinned - TLOU
It's ok to use me - TLOU
Trick or Tease - TLOU
~Higg's X Reader - Death Stranding.~
Pissing off Higgs, how to brat 101
~Daryl Dixon X Reader - The Walking dead ~
Higgs Monaghan why are you so beautiful.........look at you.......the saddest eyes in the loveliest face....you would be worshipped like a god by the masses on instagram
HiggsXreader. Female Reader.
Warnings Eventual smut, swearing, manipulation.
Slow chapter but it will get better (hopefully) it has be a long writers block for me but this small idea has been floating around my head for weeks.
(Photo found on Google, not mine)
The details of your birth were shrouded by mystery, being raised inside of the bridges Headquarters you knew everyone and everyone knew you but did they truly? Or was it all a lie to conceal a part of your life that they needed to remain hidden?
Being raised by Die Hard-man meant you met everyone from a young age, Mumma, Deadman and Heartman even the President, but as you continue to grow you noticed that while they were nice to you, they kept you at arm's length, the only one who got close enough was Deadman, he was the one who was more of a father to you then the one that raised you, he was a gentle and kind soul to you.
Die Hard-man had told you that both your parents were deceased and you were left in the care of Bridges, nothing more, no details of what they looked like, how they met, how they died, nothing, just that he had promised to raise you in their honor, you were left with an empty feeling.
As you grew you knew something was different, the whispers travelled through the quiet halls of the underground HQ, they talked about your chances of having DOOMS and being a Repatriate, none of those words made sense to you. They wanted to test you, but the answer was always no. It seemed the closer you got to trying to find answers, they seem to be pulled away from you.
When you turned 22 you decided to become a porter, you grew tired of living behind the walls, and longed for a small bit freedom, Die Hard-Man objected but couldn't stop you, he told you everything you needed to know about how to be a porter, how the suits worked, which routes to take and how to contact him if things go wrong.
The first few weeks were difficult, getting your footing for the terrains, the Timefall and the BT's, yet in that time you had worked out how to avoid the BT's and their spots, like a radar washed over you each time you got to close them, your body reacted.
It was all going smoothly until you walked right into a Homo Demens camp one night by accident and was captured by them. Your hands were bound, you were gagged and thrown into a spare tent while the terrorists worked out what to do with you, they all objectively agree to summon their leader and let him deal with you to afraid of what he might do if they took care of you themselves.
That was the night you met Higgs Monaghan leader of the Homo Demens and the man you would come to loyally follow. Higgs was the one who over time explained DOOMS and what a Repatriate was, he himself being a DOOM's carrier, Higgs went into depth with his backstory, about his uncle, his former porter life and Fragile express, he explained how he met and became the herald to Amelie and he was going to bring forth the Final Stranding.
He showed you how to call to the BT's and the Timefall, how to teleport from one area to another, nothing made you happier than when he was proud of you, the way he looked at you without his mask on, the flutters in your body when he would gently caress your face with his thumb and praise you.
You cut all ties to Bridges, to Die Hard-man everyone, but it wasn't long till they replaced you, in your eyes Sam Porter Bridges might be trying to save America and the rest of the world but to you and to Higgs he was a thorn in their side, one that must be dealt with asap.
Higgs tried taking Sam down, you watched from the sidelines, watched as these two men danced in a battle of wits, strengths and smarts, Higgs seem to have a way to get under Sam's skin, it was delightful to watch. Some days when Higgs was busy with Amelie at the beach you were given permission to play, and by play you usually just stalked Sam in the shadows, eyeing him and his BB Unit, something inside you pulled at you, like a connection but you ignored it, sometimes you would cause Timefall to follow Sam, like a dark little cloud ruining his day and his packages, some days you had fun making him annoyed that he would have to hide under the timefall shelters for hours some days, nights if he found a bunker.
When Higgs took Sam to the Beach to finish him and bring forth the Final stranding you were ready, you thought he would win but when you saw Sam and Fragile had returned something inside you snapped, they had left Higgs on the beach alone while they still had each other. The homo demens group went separate ways after their leader didn't return but not you, you loyally still followed him, so you put on his cloak and mask and started researching ways to get Higgs back.
You needed him back.
That was when APAS dropped him right in your lap.
Losing my mind thinking about the fact that if he really let himself be vulnerable, Higgs would absolutely not be able to handle the fact that you actually want him.
He’d spiral so far that he’d reach a point where he thinks you’re trying to manipulate him somehow, pretending to want him to get close and earn his trust, some sort of cruel lie.
So it’s lucky that there’s a foolproof way to prove to him just how much you want him, something that’s impossible to fake.
Just imagine how much his eyes will widen when you guide his fingers down, trailing them down your abdomen to where the proof has already started to pool.
Daryl, reluctantly sitting on the floor: No glitter this time.
Y/N, immediately dumping a bucket of plastic hair clips onto Daryl's lap: No glitter.
Y/N, handing Toddler Dixon a neon pink hairbrush: There you go. Pamper daddy for a while.
-Fifteen minutes later-
Daryl, sitting perfectly still with twenty butterfly clips in his hair, looking dead inside while his nails are being painted with washable marker: Think m’pretty now.
Toddler Dixon, surrendering way too easily: Daddy pretty!
Toddler Dixon, waddling out of the room: Daddy stay!
Daryl, grumbling: Ain’t a dog.
Y/N, walking in: Aw, you’re stunning.
Daryl: Woman, I—
Toddler Dixon, running back in and dumping a muddy bullfrog onto Daryl’s lap: Surprise!
Daryl, blinking: What—
Toddler Dixon: Daddy Jr! We keep him.
Y/N, now cackling in the corner with tears in her eyes: She named a frog ‘daddy jr’!
Daryl, sighing and picking up the bullfrog, which looks miserable: Me too, buddy. Me too.
