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You Are My Sunshine | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Being pregnant was a challenge, and being pregnant in an apocalypse came with a whole set of challenges on its own. Luckily, you had Daryl to take care of you, even if he was sometimes a little bit overprotective.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.

Warnings: Swearing, probably other things I can't think of right now.

A/n: My requests are open for any TWD character if y'all wanna send any! Also, I don't really know if pregnant ladies not being allowed to lift heavy things is factual or not. I just remembered someone telling me once that it could be harmful for the unborn child, and I've seen it being mentioned in movies and shows before, so I went based off of that. If it isn't true, please pretend that it is for my sake lol 🥲. (This is so rushed. I'm sorry for the bad writing 😭)

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“Daryl, I'm perfectly capable of carrying it myself, you know.”

“I know ya can, but it dun' mean ya have to. Ya need to take it easy.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small smile spreading over your face. “Dar, I have to do something. I can't let everyone else do everything while I sit on my ass all day.”

“Yer pregnant, I ain't lettin' ya overwork yerself. Anyone have a problem with tha', let me know and I'll handle 'em. I ain't lettin' anythin' happen to our baby jus' 'cause some people can't pick up the slack and ya have to do their work for 'em.”

“I highly doubt carrying one crate is gonna do anything,” you stated matter-of-factly, walking at a steady pace beside the archer while he was carrying the crate in question back to the pantry.

“Ain't riskin' it,” Daryl retorted with a sense of finality, pushing the crate onto one of the shelves before turning to you. He took a step towards you and placed a gentle hand on your growing bump, looking at you with a soft expression. “Ya and this baby, our baby, are the most important people in the world to me. I ain't lettin' anythin' happen to the two of ya. If tha' means carryin' a crate so tha' ya can rest or fightin' off a herd of walkers so tha' yer safe, so be it. I'd do anythin' for ya and our little one.”

You smiled softly at the archer you've grown to love above everything else. You leaned forward to press a quick, gentle peck on his cheek before leaning back, giggling at the bashful look and blush that coated Daryl's face from the small action. “Sorry,” you said with a light laugh, aware of his feelings of public displays of affection. “You're just too adorable sometimes, you know that?”

That elicited a scoff from Daryl. He withdrew his hand from your bump and stepped back, ducking his head down to let his hair hide the growing blush on his face. “I ain't adorable,” he retorted quietly.

“You are,” you responded with a light laugh. “There's nothing you can say that'll change my mind about that. You, Daryl Dixon, are adorable, sweet, caring and so much more. There honestly aren't enough adjectives in the dictionary to describe how perfect you are to me.”

Daryl scoffed again. He shook his head at you, but you could see his mouth twitch up into a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nah,” he started, glancing at you through the hair that hung in front of his eyes. “Yer the perfect one. ‘M lucky to call ya mine.”

“Don't start with me, Dixon. We can go back and forth about who's more perfect all day,” you joked, successfully gaining a small chuckle from him in response.

“Alrigh’,” he started, taking a step forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “I ain't about to start an argument with the pregnant lady.”

“If that's the case, does that mean I can help out with the tasks around here?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him innocently.

Daryl scoffed and shook his head. “Nah, tha' I ain't lettin' happen. I was talkin' 'bout petty arguments. Ya need to take it easy and rest. Leave the work to the people who ain't got unborn babies in their bellies they have to worry 'bout.”

“Daryl—” you started, about to voice your protest, but the archer cut you off.

“None of tha',” he said with a shake of his head, his tone stern. “Ya remember the times ya wouldn't let me do much to help out when I was hurt? I could help jus' fine too, but ya were worried 'bout me and takin' care of me. Let me take care of ya now, alrigh'? Ya have more at stake here than tearin' a few stitches.”

You pondered over his words for a few moments, hesitantly nodding after a few seconds. “Alright,” you finally agreed with a small sigh. “I haven't really been getting much sleep these past few days. I guess I can go take a nap or something if that'll make you feel better.”

“Hey,” Daryl started, taking one of your hands in his. “This ain't because I think yer incapable to help out or somethin'. I know ya can, but I would feel better knowin' yer not accidentally overworking yerself. I've seen it happen before. Ya'd get so focused on a task and would overwork yerself without even knowin' it. I don't want tha' to happen to ya righ' now.”

“Okay,” you nodded, willing the feelings of being useless away at the archer's reassuring words, knowing he spoke nothing but the truth. “But the moment you guys desperately need an extra pair of hands, promise me you'll come get me?”

Daryl nodded half-heartedly, and you could tell that even if he promised he would, he probably wouldn't come get you. He'd put yours and your baby's safety above everything else, even at the cost of a few extra hours of work for him and the other Alexandrians.

You leaned up on your toes to press a feathery light kiss to his lips before withdrawing. You gave him a smile before turning to walk out of the pantry towards the home you shared with him. As soon as you reached the front door of your home and pushed inside, you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, discarding them by the table next to the entrance. You looked at the expanse of the quiet house and sighed, knowing you'd be alone until the sun started to set.

Well, you thought to yourself, I might as well make the best of my time alone. You went towards the kitchen to get a glass of water before descending up the stairs towards your room. You changed into something more comfortable before settling down on the bed, grabbing the book you were busy reading and flipping to the page you were busy with. You absentmindedly placed one hand over your stomach, the other holding the book as your eyes started to trail over the words on the page.

After a while, the words on the page started to blur together. You blinked repeatedly, hoping to clear your vision, but to no avail. Your eyes fell closed on their own accord, and within a few moments, you were asleep.

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The feeling of the bed dipping beside you awoke you from your slumber. You opened your eyes and brought one of your hands up to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. When your vision cleared, you locked eyes with Daryl, the man having a faint, soft smile on his face.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to wake ya,” he apologized, bringing a hand up to brush the stray hair back and away from your eyes.

“It's okay,” you reassured him, bringing yourself up to a sitting position. You grabbed the book that you had read before falling asleep and placed it on your bedside table, before shifting your attention back to the archer.

Daryl was seated on the edge of the bed, busy pulling his boots off of his feet. When he was done, he layed back against the headboard, bringing his legs up to rest on the bed. His shoulders were slightly slumped, his posture giving away how tired he was. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. The workload hadn't been that much that day, and as soon as the people were done they could return to their homes, so you couldn't understand why Daryl looked so tired. Unless...

“Daryl,” you said softly, instantly catching the archer's attention. “Did more work come in while I was here at home?” Daryl's silence was enough of an answer. “Daryl—”

“’S fine, nothin' we couldn't handle. Just some buildin' materials Maggie and the King sent us from their communities to fix up more houses. Rick wanted to get started on the repairs today, so Aaron and I got some people together to start.”

“Daryl,” you started, shaking your head. “I told you that if you needed an extra pair of hands to come and get me.”

“Nah, we were fine. Ya clearly needed the rest.”

“But—” you started to retort, but Daryl cut you off instantly.

“Michonne told me tha' really heavy liftin' ain't good fer a pregnant lady. Said it can hurt the baby, so I didn't want ya carryin' logs and other heavy materials around. The rest of us can handle tha'.”

“When did you talk to Michonne?” you asked skeptically, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.

A sheepish look graced Daryl's features. He avoided your gaze and instead focused his eyes on the bedsheets. “About a week after we found out tha' ya were pregnant,” he admitted, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “I was askin' her and Carol wha' I could do to help make yer pregnancy easier, what would help with yer mornin' sickness and what ya should avoid doin', and she told me tha' ya needed to refrain from liftin' heavy things. Said it could harm the baby.”

“So that's why you've been so against me helping out around here?” you asked, earning a nod of confirmation from Daryl.

“Yeah. Most of the work we gotta do 'round here involves heavy liftin', and I didn't want ya accidentally hurtin' yourself or our little one because of it. Tha's why I've been so adamant about ya takin' it easy,” he confirmed, ducking his head in embarrassment. “I didn't wanna be overbearin', but ya really wanted to help out with everythin' and the thought of somethin' goin' wrong because of all the hard work we have to do was too much fer me to handle. ’M sorry.”

You gently grabbed Daryl's hand, bringing it up to softly kiss his knuckles. “Why are you sorry? For not wanting anything to happen to me or our baby? You don't have anything to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing.”

“Fer wha'?” Daryl asked confusedly, intertwining your fingers with his.

“For being so adamant about working. I just... I didn't want to feel useless. I didn't want to feel like a burden because I couldn't help out.”

Daryl's eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressing together tightly. “Yer not a burden. Dun' ever think tha'. Yer carryin' a life in yer belly, and tha's takin' up most of yer energy and time. If anybody has a problem with the fact tha' ya can't work as hard as ya used to fer the next few months because yer pregnant, let me know and I'll beat their ass.”

You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, you could feel tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl noticed it and frowned, concern lacing his voice.

“Wha's wrong?” he asked frantically, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks gently. He wiped away the tears that fell with his thumb.

“Hormones,” you said simply, laughing through your tears. “I don't even really know why I'm crying.”

“C'mere,” Daryl said, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you to lay your head down on his chest. You shifted your body until your were comfortable, wrapping your arms around him as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Daryl's arms wrapped around you, one of his hands venturing down to your baby bump. He gently started to caress your stomach, his hand's soft movements making you sleepy almost instantly.

“’M sorry fer bein' so overprotective,” Daryl said after a few moments of silence, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“And I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I promise I'll be more careful and take it easier from now on,” you promised, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest.

“Thank god,” he sighed in relief. “Any more of yer stubbornness and I would've been forced to lock ya in the house whenever their was work to do.”

You laughed and lightly hit one of his arms that were wrapped around you, eliciting a chuckle from the archer. “I love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I love ya too,” he responded, placing another kiss on your head. "Now get some more rest. I'll be righ' here when ya wake up.”

You nodded against his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, your own personal lullaby. As your eyes drifted closed for the second time that day, you swore you could hear Daryl start to hum a song. A song you've been singing to your baby in your stomach since you found out you were pregnant.

You are my sunshine.

A smile formed on your face as Daryl lowly continued to hum the song, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. With the gentle caress of his hand, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the song he was humming, you soon drifted into slumber, safe in your archer's arms.

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darylsfavoritegirl · 3 months

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Whoopps im liking this better than i thought

Summary: Daryl and Rick go on a run, they run into a pretty girl who is quite skilled in killing walkers but she is acting a bit suspicious👀 they decide to keep an eye on her. Again this takes place in the prison era.

Warnings: nothing really? a bit of phsyical pain involved cuz its twd

I initially tried to write this with first and third person narration which failed horribly so this is my first y/n fanfic ? feel free to correct my mistakes!! i'm new

"...And she ain't afraid to get violent with men 3 times her size."

Daryl and Rick were behind a large tree as they were watching out for walkers. Daryl narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this girl fighting off walkers on the corner of his eyes.

"The hell she think' she's doin' ?" Daryl mumbled under his breath in a rush only for Rick to turn to his body towards him.

"What?" He asked before his eyes caught Y/n taking down three walkers.

Rick scanned the area only to see two more coming at her from behind. Daryl looked at Rick for a second and followed his gaze.

"Should we help her?" Rick asked cautiously, trying to calculate Daryl's reaction.

"Nah, she can handle 'em herself. Let's go."

Rick gazed at Daryl as he was walking into the woods. He decided to take one last glare at this alone mysterious girl when his eyes widened slightly at the scene that was going on infront of his eyes. He called for Daryl in a barely audible tone.

"Check this out." He said swinging his index and middle finger lightly at the girl. Daryl leered at her. She had a camera on her and she was documenting the area. She was taking pictures of the trees, the dead walkers, the stores. Anything.

"Well, ain't none of our dam' business." Daryl said with a slight irritation in his voice.

Rick glared at him from the corner of his eyes for a brief second before taking a deep breath.

"She is alone, quiet pretty and actin' all strange." Rick said with an undertone of mistrust.

"She took five or six walkers all by herself, without a trouble." He then added with fascinated eyes.

Daryl rolled his eyes moderately "Now what? Yea takin' interest in sum girl fightin' for 'er life?"

Daryl kept leering at Y/n as she walked into the pharmacy store right after cleaning her knife with a cloth she ripped from a dress that one of the walkers was wearing.

He scowled lightly as his frustration revealed itself in his voice "Great. She goin' into the store I was plannin' to go into." He grunted. He sighed audibly and looked at Rick over his shoulder before putting his crossbow in place on his hands. Rick kept sniggering and followed him. They were looking for survivors. They needed them, Daryl didn't love the idea. He thought Rick was trusting people easily but maybe he needed to do that... He entered the pharmacy, with the intention of studying this girl more.

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Y/n kneelt infront of the biggest drug shelf, trying her hardest to find antibiotics. They were useful for anything, though none was left. Y/n sighed before going through piled up medications on the floor when she heard someone walk in. Whoever that was, they were quite, almost too quite for her to not notice. She slowly got up, scanned the area for a brief moment. Thank god, she wasn't in the entrance, otherwise she would be caught in the open; like a prey awaiting for its predator.

Y/n knew the first thing she had to do was to control her breathing so she did. She hid behind a big metal desk, her backpack was near the door, the entrance where whoever that was there could see it easily. She didn't panick. She held her breath and got close to her backbag with cautious light movements. She dragged her bag to herself.

Y/n listened to area for a few seconds before slowly pulling her knife and pistol out of their cases. This was what she was scared of, dealing with somebody she doesn't know in the middle of the apocalpyse. She knew she had to stay calm. She inspected her ammo, incase she had to use it. She checked the magazine. Y/n had her pistol on one hand meanwhile she had her commando knife sitting on her left hand gently. She had a firm stance but before she could even take a second peek, y/n felt someone's presence.

"Come out."

Y/n studied the man's voice before she got up. The grunt, the thick southern accent one could hear even in two words. Y/n could already tell she had to deal with an aggressive one. She had a moment of debating with herself whether or not she should leave her weapons on the floor. "That's stupid." she notioned inside of her head. All these thoughts pondered her head within 5 seconds when the man, once again repeated it.

"Come on out. Now."

She lifted her head up. An arrow in a crossbow looking directly at her forehead and blue stern eyes behind it. Y/n immediatly got up and stepped back, weapons in her hand with a firm stance. A hasty moment of exchanging rigid gazes.

"I'm not looking for trouble." Y/n said with a humane tone. Ironic, she believed. A girl stating that she isn't looking for trouble with two lethal weapons in her hands.

The man stayed silent without breaking the intense eye contact. Y/n felt the need of giving assurance to him to not get killed. Anything could happen these days.

She sounded as if she was begging, abundance of tender in her voice "I just need some supplies and I'll be out of here before you know it."

Y/n leered deep into the man's eye as if she could see what was going on inside of his head. Daryl looked at y/n up and down, trying to conclude if she is any danger at all. He finally stopped frowning and loosened his grip on the crossbow.

"Go ahead." he mumbled.

Y/n also loosened her grip on her weapons. She felt her hands cramping because how long she had been holding the weapons. She moved aside, her eyes still following the man. Y/n got down, confused even scared because she had no idea what could happen any second. She forgot about the pills. She was scared for her life. Nonetheless, she grabbed a few medicine from the pile on the floor and tossed them into her bag. Y/n could see the man's reflection from the broken glass infront of her. He was not taking his eyes off of her, which freaked y/n out. She took a deep breath and slowly got up. The man was leaning against one of the desks in the pharmacy, he was looking rather calm but at alert. Y/n could see that. Her eyes formed some kind of apologetic manner as she examined the man for a brief moment. She didn't know why she did that. Maybe she felt he was no longer a threat to her. Daryl was quite indifferent. He was not also taking her eyes off of Y/n. She started walking towards the door when the ammo in her backpack started making noises because they got all messy in there when she tried to get a magazine out. She hoped he wouldn't mind it and stopped for a second, turned to this man and gently said

"I'm Y/n"

Y/n didn't know if she was supposed to wait for him to respond. She felt as if she owed this man the courtesy of saying her name at least. She decided to walk out when all of a sudden her thoughts were interrupted by another grunt. "Daryl." He said. It sounded apathetic as if he only said his name because Y/n said hers. Y/n gently smiled, if you can call that a smile. She made her way to the door. She was still sweating when another one of her pistols dropped from her bag and made a big thud, leaving her all panicked. She had a few guns in her backpack and this wasn't good to a stranger's eyes. She grabbed her ALFA combat and incompetently put it into her jacket pocket that she was wearing in the heat of Georgia. She didn't even look at Daryl.

Y/n didn't wanna take long because she knew it would get fucked up and it indeed did. Her action was interrupted by Daryl's hasty voice when her hand touched the door handle.

"Hold on." He said in a wary tone.

"Wha's tha' in yer bag?" his eyes roaming through her body and backpack as he came closer.

Y/n took a deep breath before turning to him. She knew it was time to actually be a bit belligerent. There was no way this could end in any virtuousness.

"You a damn cop now?" Y/n said with vexation in her eyes.

"First you come here and spy on me now you wanna check my backpack." the annoyance and electric in her voice growing stronger with each word.

Daryl stayed tranquil. He knew Y/n was a potential survivor Rick might wanna take in but he still needed to make sure everything. He came even closer. No one could blame Y/n for feeling under threat. Her survival instinct kicked in. She already calculated the strength of Daryl, there was no way she could overpower him. That's the thought that kept notioning inside of her head throughtout the 5 minutes she had to spend with him. But, Y/n thought, if she attacked him when he least expected it, maybe that would give her enough time to run as far as she could and make him lose track of her.

So she did, she kicked Daryl in the guts, leaving him only stumble a few steps back. Daryl huffed "Fuck." at the pain of being kicked in the stomach.That was all her power and Daryl didn't even fall. She didn't have time to bore her mind with that at the moment. Y/n grabbed the the door handle and pulled it with all her power and started running as fast as she could.

Y/n was panicking more than ever now. She knew she was a survivor, that was the reason she stayed alive in this wilderness where dead people were walking aimlessly, attempting to bite into anything that had life and flesh. The bag full of ammo and couple of guns were making harsh noises as it was also slowing her down.

Y/n was panting and practically dragging her feet to run along when she heard a gun fire. She instantly stopped. Perhaps it was another survival instinct, perhaps she believed the next upcoming bullet would go through her skull if she didn't stop. Her legs were trembling and her body was sweating like never before. She should've never worn that jacket in the heat of the summer but that was for precaution. She halted. The first thing she did before turning to him with her hands in the air was to catch up on breathing as if she forgot how to do that. It was a big area before one could get lost in the woods. She took long hasty breaths and slowly turned her body towards the spot where the gun was fired.

Y/n huffed swiftly under her breath "Fuck" She did not only see Daryl but another man next to him holding a colt python. Daryl was panting aswell but he quickly fixed his posture.

Were they spying on Y/n all along? Demented possibilities were lining up in her head one after another. Two of the men kept looking at her while her arms and hands started cramping because of how long she had been holding them up in the air.

"What do you want?" Y/n shouted. Her eyes scrutinizing both men, debating inside of her head if they would go any further.

A few geeks started coming out of the woods. She knew it was mindless of the other man to fire a gun, even far away from the city. She reached at for her knife the second she heard their infuriating growls but Daryl didn't let her. He gave y/n a spine-chilling glare as he walked past her and killed the geeks on the spot. The other man looked rather nonchalant, not keeping his eyes on neither one of them; just giving soft glares now and then. Y/n couldn't even dare to look back, see what Daryl was doing. She supposed he was taking his arrows out of geeks' heads, cleaning them with a piece of cloth. That's pretty much what everyone did.

Then y/n felt Daryl's unyielding grip on her forearm and her backpack. He was forcing her to walk ahead of him. She could feel his harsh breaths behind her ears and it only made her heart drop.

"Asshole." she whispered and sort of hoped he wouldn't hear it. He most likely did but did not pay any attention to it. Y/n felt more under threat as they were getting closer to the other man. She notioned this could not end in any good. It was time to take action now or never. Her brain felt like it could explode any minute.

"Let me go." she howled, trying to push Daryl but it only made him more antagonized. He felt as if she was only trying to provoke him at this point. He responded back with pushing y/n to the wall of the pharmacy store. Her back hit the wall swiftly and harshly making her whine in pain. The backpack was still on her and all that metal stinged her back because of how hard Daryl tossed her on the wall. It was like every single one of the curved metal was being carved into her back.

"Ahh." she cried out. Before y/n could even pull herself together, she once again felt his harsh grip on the backpack. She gave in at that point, seeing no reason in fighting back.

"Easy." y/n heard the other man saying slowly to Daryl, his eyes forming a stern look. Y/n looked at him, she wanted to speak; explain herself but she didn't know if it would make a difference at all. She bucked up, her back was still hurting but it was now or never. Y/n took a deep breath between the whimpers of pain and said

"I don't fire 'em." she exchanged glances between two men. Her voice sounded as if she was in rush. Her voice growing raspier because of thirst that was caused by running and apprehensiveness. Daryl looking more irritated with every word that was coming out of her mouth.

"Then wha's for carryin' a bag full o' guns, huh?" he uttered.

Y/n knew she had to be wary, if not she had no idea what would happen to her. She made out that she could put some sense into the other man if not into the redneck.

"I'm delivering them to a friend." a lie. She couldn't even look into directly their eyes but tried her best to do so.

Rick seemed rather suspicious "All alone?" he muttered. Y/n caught his leer.

"Goin' all this trouble to deliver few guns." Rick sounded as if he was asking a question but also reflecting the situation in his head.

" 'Few' guns worth more than gold nowadays." Y/n said emphasizing the word "few" with a subtle irritation in her voice.

"I don' know man." Daryl got closer to Rick. Every one of them were still eyeing eachother up and down. Rick didn't want to let her go for two reasons, first being cautious about the prison's perimeter if she was telling the truth. He thought she wasn't being honest but there was no harm in being wary. Second being, she would be good use in the prison if she was alone and soloing her way. He knew he needed to investigate into it when y/n interrupted his track of thought

"Can I go now?" she said, not too pretentious but also not too sloppy either. She kept eyeing them, not letting her guard down and trying to not irritate them even more.

"Y'all don't look like bandits or I- I- don't know, plunderers. Why not let me go?" She was gazing at both of them as if she could see their souls.

"Tha's cuz wer not." Daryl said in an obvious exasperated, raucous tone. Y/n couldn't help but smirk a little bit at his extreme, fragile reaction.

A brief fierce eye contacted formed between y/n and Daryl when Rick made a hand gesture infront of Daryl to indicate him that Y/n was no longer a threat that she could, perhaps, leave. Her gaze shifted back to Rick. Rick had a soft manner on his face, he slowly swinged his fingers at y/n, indicating she was free to go. Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes lightly as she got down and grabbed her backpack, she had a fierce look on her eyes when she took one last leer at Daryl and slowly started to walk away.

Rick gazed at Daryl watching Y/n walk away from the corner of his eyes. Daryl could feel his eyes on him so he turned to him with a slight maddening going through his body like electroshocks. Rick still had that pleasant bearing on his face which drew Daryl more irritated

"No more interested in takin' 'er into the prison?" He grunted as he grabbed his crossbow and slung it over his shoulder as he kept staring at Rick.

"I am." Rick said in a cool manner.

"I dun' kno' man. She 's trouble and ain't afraid to get violent wit' men three times her size." Daryl said still studying y/n in his mind.

"And that's a survivor right there." Rick sniggered as a subtle smirk appeared on Daryl's face.

FOOTNOTE

Ok yall can't believe this took me 2-ish days to write😭😭 i love writing these that's why i been skipping studying lmao and this one is a lot longer than the previous one. we get more daryl content (i hope you like the way i describe/write him im trying my best but again he is such a complicated character. writing rick is a lot easier.) i hope you like it!! i can write a sequel fanfic if you want me to!!! just let me know :)

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lunajay33 · 11 months

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My Before❣️

Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since before the world ended and you were terrified to lose him, and others at the camp were confused on how you were together

•Masterlist•

Its been a few weeks since the world basically ended and now I was here at the quarry outside the city with Daryl and his brother Merle

I wouldn’t have made it with out Daryl, I’ve been by his side since we were kids and along the way we fell in love with each other, Merle never approved of me but that never stopped Daryl

I was sitting on a log outside our tent when I saw Daryl coming through the trees, I got up and ran over to him jumping into his arms, every time he left I was a ball of nerves

“You’re back! Are you okay, everything went fine?” I asked as I pulled back looking over him for any signs of a bite

“ ‘m fine sunshine, ya know I always come back to ya” he said as he sling his crossbow over his shoulder so he could hold my hand

Daryl wasn’t one for much pda which I was fine with I never wanted to push him but ever since the world went to shit he always took the opportunity to be close to me, but he still had that grumpy persona to everyone else

We walked over to where Lori and Amy were cooking and the others were scattered around talking or sharpening their weapons

He dropped off the line of squirrels he caught and we went back over to the log I was sitting on before

“Where’s Merle at?” He asked as he put his crossbow down

“Oh he went for a walk or something, said I was annoying him again” I said looking away

I knew Daryl had a complicated relationship with merle but I didn’t wanna be the reason he lost his brother

“He do somethin’ to ya?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around my waist

“No I promise he didn’t” I said as I laid my head on his shoulder

As we were talking I could see the others looking at us and whispering to themselves, I’ve caught them doing this before and quite honestly it bothered me

I looked back at Daryl and he was glaring at the others

“What do you think they’re saying about us?” I asked nervous

“Probably how a guy like me got such a beautiful girl” he smirked

“I’d say they’re probably saying the opposite, how I landed the man of everyone’s dreams” I laughed as his cheeks blushed red

“Nah sunshine yer the one everyone dreams of havin’ but it doesn’ matter anyways, yer mine forever now, ya can’t get rid of me” he said pulling me into a kiss

“You better stay with me then, never leave me, I can’t lose you Daryl, never I don’t know what I’d do if something happened” I said imagining a life without him made my lip quiver

“Hey don’t say that, I’m never leavin’ but if anythin’ ever happens ya have to promise yer gonna keep fightin’ for me” he said as he held my cheeks gently brushing away my tears with his thumbs

“I don’t know Daryl, you’re my whole world”

“Ya have to do that fer me…..please”

“Okay, I’ll try, but you know I’d thinking about you every minute of every day until I was back with you again right?”

“I know sunshine, I’ve been with ya since we were kids and I’ll stay by ya forever even if I’m not really there…I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl” I smiled as I rested my forehead against his

He’s been my constant all our lives and I’ll do anything to make sure we’re together forever

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Likes and reposts are appreciated💞

#daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd rick #twd michonne #twd negan #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixon x female reader

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cadouisms · 1 year

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customer service

i played re4 remake for 4 hours and decided i wanted the merchant carnally

the merchant/afab!reader, 18+ also on ao3

“You look like you’ve been through the ringer, stranger.”

At the sudden voice, you jerk. In the shadows of the building you ducked into, a robed man leans against a wall, surrounded by boxes and various bits of shelving. He looks huge. You defensively raise your bloodstained hatchet in front of you, adrenaline still hot and heavy in your veins.

The man shows his palms, placating. “Easy there. I’m not interested in fightin’.”

“What do you want?” Unsurprisingly, your voice comes out shaken, hoarse. You’ve been screaming all day.

“Way I see it, you stepped into my shop.”

“Your sh…” You lower your arms, inch by inch, as you properly assess your surroundings. A brazier burns in the corner, blazing a curious purple. Alongside the boxes, there’s a table covered in bits and bobs — ammo, you think, and some paper. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, you realize he’s not as big as you thought; on his back is an oversized bag, and he appears to strain under its weight. A merchant, you think. “What do you sell?”

The man laughs. It’s a gravelly staccato, a quite literal heh heh heh, that unnerves you. “What’re ya buyin’?”

Your pockets are bare. The only belongings you have are the clothes on your back and the hatchet in your hand. Even if you had any money, you doubted it’d be enough to afford even a single hot meal. You shake your head. “No budget for anything.”

“No?” He nods toward your hand. “Seems like you could use an upgrade, mate.”

He’s right. The blade is chipped and cracked in several places and is in dire need of a sharpening, if not a full replacement. You’re afraid it won’t last you much longer. “Please don’t misunderstand,” you say, voice cracking with overuse, “but I literally can’t afford one. I can’t pay.”

“Consider this a one-time offer, then.” The Merchant stands fully and, to your surprise, opens up his jacket. All sorts of knives, guns, ammo, and even tools hang from the inside. He pulls a small handgun from its sheath and spins it in his hand, holding the handle out to you. “She ain’t the most powerful out there, but she’ll get the job done better than that weapon of yours. On the house.”

Even underneath the hood, only his eyes and the bridge of his nose remain uncovered. A purple handkerchief obscures the rest of his features, mystifying him further. There’s no way to discern his intentions.

Fear him, says the rational part of your brain, the part that has kept you alive for the past day. You shouldn’t trust him. You should run and find somewhere else to camp out, take your chances with your shitty hatchet.

…But the lights flickering against the walls are oddly serene, and despite all his peculiarities, the Merchant seems the sanest person you’ve met. Not to mention the fact that you are in no position to refuse a free gun.

Your hatchet slides limply from your hand and clatters to the stone floor as you step closer. The metal of the pistol is cool and smooth in your hand, its weight neither too unwieldy or too light. You slide the magazine out — full — and reload. You double check that the trigger safety is on.

You’d need to find more bullets at some point, but that’s a problem for future you. As it is, you want to find a space to breathe and relax. Even after the horror of a day you’ve had, your heart still thuds rapidly in your chest, energy coiled so tight it’s a wonder you don’t explode. Your body wants to run far from the danger that lurks beyond these four walls, but you know you risk collapsing if you don’t rest.

“Well?” prods the Merchant.

His voice makes you startle. You come back to yourself all at once, and it hits you just

how close the two of you stand. He’s only a little taller than you, maybe more, but he’s much broader by far. Whether naturally or conflated with his oversized robe, you don’t know, but it makes your pulse quicken.

Fear him, your mind repeats. Run — but you’re rooted to the spot. You wet your lips.

All this adrenaline and no where for it to go.

The Merchant tilts his head. The sides of his hood give way enough that you can see his gaze as he looks you over. “Not satisfied yet, are you?”

You haven’t said thanks, you realize. “N-no, I—”

“How’s another special sound? Two for the price of one.” Slowly, deliberately, he begins to back you against the wall. His footfalls thud heavily against the floor.

You allow yourself to be trapped, sandwiched between him and the wall. Arousal throbs low between your thighs.

“We aim for customer satisfaction, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with sleazy promise. “Say the word, ‘n’ I’ll sort you out.”

“Please,” you breathe.

You expect him to be rough, or demanding, or treat you any other callous way. Instead, he finds your wrists and drags them above your head. He moves with intentional slowness to give you time to change your mind or flee. When you don’t do either of those things, he pins your wrists together with one hand (massive, how did you not notice earlier—) and dips his head close. “Watch that trigger finger,” he says. “Wouldn’t want any accidents, now.”

You grasp your new gun by the hilt, four fingers and thumb wrapped around it, as his free hand wastes no time in finding the zipper of your pants. No teasing, no foreplay— he slips under the waistband of your underwear and rubs a fingertip against your clit. The simple touch is enough to make you jolt.

“Didn’t realize you were this sensitive,” he says, amusement tinting his tone.

“Me neither.” You bite back a moan as he wets his fingertips with your own arousal, the newfound lubrication easing the slide as he draws circles around your clit. “S’been a long time.”

The simple fact that a stranger has his hands down your pants makes your head spin. This isn’t something you ever thought you’d do — but then again, that was before the parasites, before the weird cult. This is tame in comparison to the things you’ve had to do.

Then the Merchant slides two fingers into your hole, and your thoughts scatter. You’re wet enough that the abrupt intrusion doesn’t hurt, but you feel the stretch as you accommodate him. The fabric of his glove adds an interesting texture as he slowly pushes his fingers in and out of you. In another life, you’d be worried about the cleanliness of such an action.

Here, you can’t do anything but clench around him, mouth dropping open as you moan freely. “Feels good,” you pant. Then, “More.”

“More?” he parrots. “Greedy, aren’t we?”

Debauched, you think. Depraved. Sinful. You just nod.

“Gonna need more room for that.” He tugs your bottoms down further, enough so they bunch around your knees. The air cools your superheated skin. Your thighs spread wider. “There we go,” he all but coos, voice both condescending and not. He adds a third finger, stretching you much more than you’re used to, and your head falls back against the wall.

That coiled bundle of energy burns hotter within you, and you find yourself barrelling to the fastest orgasm of your life. “Please.” You twist in his grasp, bucking your hips onto his fingers. “Please, I’m so close.”

“Aye, I’ll get you there.” The fabric of his glove catches your clit with every thrust of his fingers, pleasure-pain sparking each time. “That good, eh?”

“Yes!” His fingers have you deliciously filled in a way your own never do. He smells distinctly masculine, like gunpowder and wood and smoke, and it just does something to your little monkey brain, enhances the pleasure. Hell, he could be anyone underneath his mask, and yet instead of fantasizing all you can concentrate on is the feeling in your cunt as he fingers you. “‘M’ gonna come,” you breathe. You squeeze around him as your pleasure climbs, stuttering his rhythm. “Please, oh fuck—”

Your back arches off the wall. In your ecstacy, the gun slips from your hand and falls to the floor. The Merchant laughs but you pay him no mind, moving to clutch desperately at the fabric of his robe as you ride the waves of your orgasm. His other hand, now free, plants itself firmly on the wall beside your head. You fuck yourself on his fingers until there’s nothing left in you, until you finally slump, breathless and boneless, against the wall.

The Merchant pulls away. You fix your clothing, pleasantly limp and fatigued. “I…thank you,” you say. “For the gun, and…”

Under his hood, his eyes glint. His hand disappears under the fabric that covers his face. You don’t have to see to understand what the wet popping noises mean. “Feel free to come back any time, stranger.”

Face heated and legs weak, you can only nod.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #the merchant x reader #re4 merchant #writing #i was bummed at first abt the va replacement but. no actually hes so hot #woof woof i love his extra dialogue #and he seems like the type to give a lil extra service. yknow. teehee

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PART 2 Big bear

Halsin x reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap,eventual smut, first times, feelings, tav insert, Angst

I changed this up so fast

Also I fucking lost Halsin because my dumb ass didn’t clear the shadow curse and I genuinely wanna cry

I still got my baby boy, but ugh😭

Previous part <-

Sleep didn’t come to you though, you were tossing and turning, trying to be quiet for your companions, but gave up. You sighed an ache in your body, a familiar ache. You grabbed your pack and headed to the river and sat down by the bank. Your mind was a little hazy as you grabbed a small vile and drank it quickly. You made a disgusted face and coughed, your hand going over your mouth instantly and glancing back to your companions who slept. You sighed putting the empty file back, you had four left. You’d need to get more for the long journey ahead. Your mind cleared and the ache left, a small potion brewed by an old woman you found willing to get rid of your curse of a rank. You smelt like nothing, nobody knew what you were and didn’t bother you, just how you wanted it. You shuddered a bit rubbing your hands over your arms, you should’ve brought a blanket. You sighed hugging your knees instead as you stared at the lake.

“You’ll catch a cold out here” you jumped almost screaming at the sound of the alphas voice behind you. Halsin chuckled lightly laying a blanket around your shoulders and sitting by you. You thanked him quietly tugging the blanket closer.

“What keeps you awake this night?” He asked and you shrugged putting your pack at your side, away from his view.

“Can’t sleep” you said.

“More aches and pain?” He asked worried and your heart clenched.

“No, I’m alright” you said giving him a small smile and he nodded.

“It’s not my business, but when I healed you the other day-“ he stalked and you froze dreading his next words.

“It is not my business, apologies” he said and you relaxed a little.

“What’s going on over here?” You glanced to Astarion who came to sit on your other side.

“Our friend can’t sleep” Halsin said as Astarion looked to you.

“Really? I can think of ways to get you to sleep” he grinned, fangs on display and you slapped his arm.

“I will rip your fangs out” you fought and he blinked in surprise at your threat before chuckling.

“Cheeky pup, I’d bite your fingers off before that happened” he gave you a playful chomp of his teeth and you smiled.

“What about you bear?” Astarion peered to Halsin.

“I would assume you’d need your beauty sleep big time, do you hibernate?” Astarion quizzed and you snorted quietly shaking your head and Halsin just smiled.

“No, Astarion I don’t” the alpha chuckled.

“Hm, pity, I could’ve used a distraction to get a taste of you” you flushed at his words the vampire had no shame.

“You’re embarrassing the little one” Halsin scolded softly with a smile and Astarion smirked at you like he knew something.

“I’m sure she’s heard it all” Astarion said giving suggestions for you to talk.

“No” you said huffing and he pouted.

“Honestly, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re a virgin” Astarion moved his gaze to the river and your whole body tensed. Your mind flashed between images and you quickly stood to find the safety of your tent.

Halsin frowned as you got up and left quickly after Astarions comment. He growled at the pale elf who shrugged and left. Halsin huffed and looked to the pack you left seeing an empty vile peeking out. He frowned curiosity getting him as he grabbed it and took a small sniff of the contents. His nose scrunched up and his frown hardened. They were suppressors, horrible medical things to stop ones true nature, it had its affects, aches and pains, nausea, haziness of missing a dose, they were an addiction. what had happened to you? He picked up the pack and left it outside your tent before heading back to his.

You avoided Halsin and Astarion for a while. You were just trying to feel normal again. Your body had taken a toll on something, whether it was the fighting or mental capacity some things took, your body felt it. Gods you felt heavier, weaker, your muscles ached, but you forced through it. At the end of a hard fight though you ended up straggling back, you had puked and groaned as you sat down against a cold wall away from blood. You’d popped an extra suppressor a few days ago thinking it was your omeganess weighing you down. You sensed someone coming though and quickly stood seeming like you were looking for supplies. Halsin appeared a worried look in his eyes before he saw you.

“Are you alight?” He called and you nodded smiling falsely. You picked up some gold from the goblins on the ground as he stopped by you.

Halsin sensed your pain, whatever type it was, you were slower, reactions not on point, you’d take hit after hit, even with Shadowhearts quick healing you looked weighed down. His beast stirred at the thought as did his other nature, he could smell blood and sick? Had you been sick. His nose scrunched lightly as you continued gathering what you could from this small goblin outpost. Your body was tense, you took time to kneel and get up, your brows going together slightly as you went. You looked paler too, were you still hurt?

Halsin just stood there, a light scrunch in his nose, maybe it was all the blood. You tried to ignore the way he just stood there like he was trying to process something a little harshly.

“Hey?” You walked up to him and waved a hand in front of his face. He frowned at your hand before looking to you.

“Come on” you cocked your head going to follow the others, ignoring how your legs felt like dead weight. The group had set up camp nearby, all ready to lie down for the day. Gale had overtaken the cooking again, he disliked anyone melding with his cooking. Nobody took it from him though, he was an excellent cook. You however wanted a warm bath and wine, gods you felt worse than this morning. You left camp for some privacy saying you needed the bathroom. You took your small pack with you and sat down against a big tree. You closed your eyes resting your head back against the bark. You held the pack on your lap debating if you should truely take another suppressant. You grabbed one and fiddled with it between your fingers, surely it’d take the edge off?

“Don’t!” You jumped at the sound of a voice and saw Halsin coming towards you. You quickly hid the vile, but it was too late he’d already seen it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, but those viles are making you worse” he said worry in his voice.

“Worse? I feel worse off them!” You snapped without reason seeing the hurt across his features as he sat down in front of you, legs crossed.

“You don’t know me or my story, so don’t assume you know what makes me feel worse” why were you feeling so hostile? to this man, this alpha whose kind eyes and soft words never failed anyone. You went to take it out of spite, but he stopped you.

“Please, just listen” he begged and your heart clenched, you were cruel to him. You faltered, tears in your eyes as you shoved it back in your pack and got up to leave, the big alpha calling your name.

“Listen to me for one moment” he grabbed your wrist and you snatched it away from him wiping tears down your face.

“Just go away!” You huffed wiping your eyes going to run again.

“Omega!” He said and your whole body tensed, an unnatural feeling of disgust filling your body. He froze, eyes wide as you began to shake. You went back to camp quickly and quietly, you began to pack your things mind blank and body tense.

“Y/n?” You heard Tav asked as you flinched from them. Your mind switched back on and you stared confused hands shaking.

“Sorry-“ they said frowning before kneeling down.

“Are you alright?” They asked and you nodded nervously.

“What happened? You’re shaking?” Their eyes went to your hands.

“It was my fault” you looked to the bear a little ways away.

“I pressed a button I shouldn’t have” his voice was guilty and pained.

“I must leave, she will stay, I will head my own way” he nodded and your heart dropped.

“Halsin?” Tav asked standing up, but the Druid had already left.

“Karlach?” Tav called the teifling perking up before seeing the situation.

“I got ya” Karlach said coming over and sitting down with you.

“What’s happening?” She asked eyes worried as you watched Tav walk away.

“I don’t-“ you mumbled brain in a mess.

“Hey it’s alright, we’ll just sit here and take a breath yeah?” She smiled warmly and all you could do was nod.

Next part ->

#Halsin x reader #x reader #aob #bg3 #Karlach #tav insert

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azulera · 1 year

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Retwist

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Black Reader

Summary: You give your bf Trent a retwist (and some cuddles).

Notes: Trent's locs are everything 2 me ... but I just know he needs his scalp oiled + a satin bonnet I just know it. I would provide that for him … Anyways thank u for reading and gentle feedback is always welcome!

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“Grab me the mirror, comb, gel, oil, clips, and mousse – they’re all in the bottom cabinet.”

A moment later, Trent was stood in front of you with an armful of the requested items. His face was serious as he concentrated on not dropping anything.

“Did you get everything I asked?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it all.”

“Are you sure?”

Trent huffed out another yes, making the various bottles and items bobble. You probably wouldn’t use everything, but it was comforting to have each product in reaching distance.

“Okay, sit.”

Though you loved his free-form look, retwisting your boyfriend’s hair was an activity you’d come to look forward to, even knowing that the fresh locs were likely to frizz just as soon as he went to training and showered after. Still, the time spent with him close together on the couch, and how handsome he looked in the aftermath, made the sedentary hour and a half worth it.

“Don’t pull too hard this time, alright?”

Trent was sat now on a pillow on the floor, with his head settled between your thighs. He’d wrapped his right palm into its usual position around your calf.

“Trent, don’t be a baby.”

“M’not a baby.”

“Then stop acting like one. I haven’t even started yet.”

He grumbled, but his brattiness soon melted away as you two got wrapped up in the plot of the movie he put on, and in the comfort of being so near to each other. You started with the locs in the back, gathering product into your hands and grabbing hold of the root of the twist. Then you twisted the hair in a clockwise direction, while holding it tight all the way until you reached the ends. After 45 minutes, you’d made it to the middle, but Trent had gotten antsy.

“Keep your head still!” You scolded him.

“I am still!”

“No, you’re not, you’re fidgeting.”

“How am I fidgeting? I’ve not moved from between your legs, have I?”

You sighed, not wanting to argue.

“Let’s take a break.”

You stood up to head to the kitchen, but Trent clung to your leg.

“Wait, where’re you goin?”

“Just to the fridge, to get some water.”

He relaxed back onto the foot of the couch.

“Oh, alright. Hurry back, though.”

When you sat back down, he was calm again, and you two finished out the rest of the film while you worked. He kept his hand along your calf, and occasionally pressed his lips there absentmindedly, or to the inside of your knee. As the credits began to roll, you finished twisting the last strands in the front, and started to rub the peppermint oil through his scalp, which was his favorite part.

“Mmm. All done?”

“Yep, here.” You passed him the handheld mirror and you both looked into it. He turned his head this way and that.

“You look so good, baby! I can’t let you out the house like this.” You called out, squeezing on to his shoulders. “I really did that, huh?”

Trent scrubbed a hand over his chin, still tilting his head. His brow was furrowed.

“Eh, it’s decent.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“What?”

Trent picked at one of the locs above his eyes and dropped it, struggling to keep his face neutral.

“I mean it looks okay. S’alright.”

You leaned back from him, your face screwed up, and when he caught sight of your shocked eyes in the mirror, he cracked.

“I’m just joking you, babe. Relax.”

“Oh my gosh, get up - get away from me, move!”

You got to your feet, and Trent followed after you. From behind, he wrapped you in a bear hug that you pretended to fight your way out of. That only made him squeeze you tighter, laughing as he pressed kisses to your cheek.

“Stop it - stop fightin, I’m only playin. It looks great.” He smacked one last loud kiss to your neck, his hair tickling you. “Thank you.”

You rolled your eyes but squeezed him back.

“You’re not funny, you know, but you’re welcome. And remember that you gotta keep it wrapped up when you sleep.”

“Well, that’s right now, innit? I'm knackered.”

“From what?” You looked at him wildly. “All you did was sit there?”

“Exactly.”

He walked back to the couch and stretched out, pulling off the quilt resting on the back. He patted the space in front of him.

“Come here, why don’t ya?”

You stared him down, hating and loving his big shiny eyes that you’d never been able to say no to.

He cheesed when you started walking towards him.

“Put on something new for us to watch, then.”

You settled in alongside him, breathing in the sweet mixture of his scent with the product you’d put on his scalp.

“But why? You’re gonna fall asleep in two seconds.”

“No, m’not, I swear. I’ll stay up a bit.”

You side-eyed him, but selected a movie anyway. It was a thriller, but you were comforted by his hand resting on your belly and his warm body behind you. Fifteen minutes in, you noticed the rise and fall of his chest against your back had become abnormally regular.

“I called it! I called it. I swear I did.” You laughed in disbelief as you gently slithered from beneath his arm. When you returned with your scarf from the bathroom, and a bonnet for him, he was already snoring. With an annoyed fondness in your chest, you placed the silk carefully over his head, before tying your own hair up. You pulled his arm back over your chest, and cuddled in closer to him, eventually lulled to sleep by the quiet rhythm of his breathing.

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fanfiction #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold x OC #footballer x you #football imagine #footballer x reader #football fanfic #football fanfiction

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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could you please do heeseung seeing y/n wearing another guys shirt? maybe like jake had let heeseung borrow his clothes but heeseung forgot to give it back, so heeseung goes ethan mode when he sees y/n wearing it without realizing it’s the shirt he forgot to return to jake.😭😭 this just popped up into my head before i went to bed so sorry if my explanation skills are ass rn lol.

Edit: so i totally forgot to add the title and warning label. apologies, i'm still recovering from being sick and am not 100%

"Daddy's Shirt"

Warning: Roughness hinted, Heethan gets a little jealous/filled with rage, misunderstanding, some softness, yandere love....yandere traits. Some....choking.....

“You wanna Netflix and chill pretty?” He asks as you both enter the room.

“I’d like that baby.” Stretching your arms, you sigh out as you release the roughness of the day. It felt so long, and the amount of study sessions further drained you of all your energy. Changing over, your back remains facing him as you dawn only your panties. With your back bare, Heeseung flashes a glance and bites his lip.

“God damn she’s magical…..if there was anything her parents did right, it was making her.” He thought as he watched you slip on one of his t-shirts. He loved seeing you in his tees, with no bra and just a simple pair of panties….it’s no wonder he takes you as often as he does. You were drop dead gorgeous and so easily accessible for him to grip his hands on. Watch you, all the while staring at your derrière, you slowly turn to walk over to his bed, when you noted the sudden shift in his features as he sees the front side of the tee shirt.

“THATS…..NOT…….MINE……” with the face of Ethan quickly appearing, wide eyed and sadistically glaring with anger in his eyes, shoots forward, scaring you to death as you grabs your wrists and rams you against the wall. “Whose is it and WHY are you wresting it? “ he snarls rather maliciously. His glare was muderous and twisted as he snarled a very eerie smile….imagining all the torturous acts he would do to whomever was the owner of this piece, and teach you a lesson with a rather harsh punishment.

grabbing onto you jawline, he grips gently, but firmly as he forces you to remain facing forward and directly at him. “Fucking open that sweet mouth and start talking…..BABY….DOLL.” Gritting his teeth while flashing a devious smirk, much like the jokers smile, you felt yourself falling into the depths of ultimate fear as you witnesses Ethan nearly unhinged.

“wait….wait….it’s not….it isn’t like that…” you stuttered as he gripped your neck tighter, licking his lips and eyes you up and down.

"Baaaaaaaaby........you need a reminder on who you belong to?" he grits his teeth once more, his fingers digging into your skin and his grip tightening to the point where you started to feel your air intake becoming restricted.

"E....Ethan......its....its hard to breathe...." you softly gasp out as your lips remained pursed open, yet he foudn you so delectable and amazing like this. Especially when you were due for a punishment.

"Good.....fucking choke on it some more." gritting his teeth harshly, he leans in and kisses you with the heated passion you have yet to feel coming from Ethan, or Heeseung. He kept his grip steady, neither loosening nor tightening it, keeping it at the medium it was so as to not hurt you, yet causing you minor discomfort to reflect his current emotional rage.

"Ready to get fucked princess?" he smiles as he reaches his thumb upwards, pushes your bottom lip down, spits inside, and orders you to....

"Swallow."

With glossy eyes, you did as he bid and gulped down his own slaver matter, feeling it travel down your throat as the cooler temperature reflects its foreign entry.

"Pl...please.....Ethan.....its.....its not......what you think." wincing as you felt pulses of his grip tightening and loosening, you reach up and stroked his hand, cooing him the best you could loosen the grip permanently. Knowing that fighting or struggling wouldn't work in your favor, since the man was significantly stronger than you, the only option you had was to show him love....because he needed it.

"Its.....its a shirt H/N bought......ugh!" feeling his grip slacking, he raises a brow and silently with his gaze demands that you elaborate.

"She....ugh......she bought it for Jake but....she got the wrong size...and asked if i wanted it......i wore it to surprise and ......and give....it to you.......ugh!" gasping, he releases his grip entirely yet kept his hand planted around you.

"Is that so?" he deeply and calmly asks. You nod eagerly with tears forming in your eyes, somehow you felt terrible that the wrong impression was delivered, and you felt bad that things went this way, but what got you the most was that for a moment in time, the man you loved the most...the one that took care of you and adored you before anything else, including his own well being, was hurt. You never wanted to hurt him.....yet you inaverdently did so. Keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your neck, he takes out his phone and dials in Jake.

....................

"Hey Heeseung whats up?"

"Hey....question......did h/n recently get you a shirt in the wrong size?"

"oh yeah, the one that has the bears on it? yeah, its cute but its too large, i told her to ask y/n if she'd want it to give it to you."

"mmhmm...."

"is everything good?"

"everything is fine.....now.....just wanted to clarify. thanks. "

"yeah man, see you later."

......................

Turning his head and tossing his phone on his desk, he turns back to you as his hand drapes downward to your shoulder, where he gently grabs your arm. Looking at the teary, wide eyes staring back at him, with the look of fear and sadness in them, he looks down and brings you in to his chest.

"dont cry.....i'm sorry...." he calmly whispers with a stoic face.

You gently sobbed into his chest, feeling guilty. You should have just presented it to him rather than wearing it, considering it was a man's tee shirt, one that was unrecognizable to him, no wonder he drew to the wrong conclusion.

"I-.....i'm sorry.......i should have just given it to you...." you stuttered out in between your quiet sobs.

Petting your head and shushing you, he presses his lips against your head. "Shhh.....dont apologize. You didnt do anything wrong, i overreacted." he paused and gulped for a second before he continued....

"I dont like the thought of losing you....i was scared......and when i get scared......i go crazy........" he admits as he holds onto your waist tightly.

Nodding your head, you return the embrace and felt reassured that things were okay now. You should have known better, for as long as you've been with your man, you knew that his obsession and insane love for you was abnormal. It was scary, horrifying even.....it was abrasive, rough, controlling, mentally abusive even...with the way he was always clinging onto you and creating rules that restricted your freedom in the relationship.....his everlasting presence around you...no matter where you were or where you go......restricted your freedom...yet.....because of these traits.....he was also protective....he always brought you home and rescued you from danger....he loved you hard, he loved you softly, he loved you....just you...only you.....and he showed countless times, that he was willing...and has always been willing, to do anything for you. There was not a thing you would change about your man.

Gently pulling you back and stroking the pieces of your hair away from your face, swooping all of your locks over to one shoulder, he eyes you up and down and admires the tee shirt you had on.

"So you thought of me when h/n showed you this?" he gently speaks as he places one hand on the side of your neck, his thumb gently stroking on the areas where faint prints of his fingers were left from his previous hold. The other hand caresses your cheek as he smothered you with kisses in between his words.

"Mmhmm....." you innocently hummed into his kiss.

"Yeah?" he kisses you again. "Yeah baby? you're always thinking of me?" he kisses you two more times.

"Yes......i am..." you utter out in between his kisses.

Pulling you harshly in by your waist, he deepens the kiss and rolls his tongue aggressively in your mouth as he forces you to arch your back, planting his free hand on the back of your head to pull you in more.

The tee shirt wrinkles in his grasp, the white fabric feeling soft against his hand. The adorable logo in the front crinkles as he raises the hem of the shirt to snake his hand in between your legs, where he begins to take his performance to a heightened level. Pausing the kiss for just a second, he whispers.....

"I like it...........and i love you." continuing, he proceeded to do everything you ever thought imaginable in the aspects of loving someone....and fucking them......Ethan redeemed himself the moment his finger, tongue, and his member entered inside you and brought out the womanly spirit out of you as usual.

The next morning, you woke up and heard him typing away. Raising up, still nude and covered by the sheets and blanket, you sit up with your legs over the edge and gently rub your eyes as you look over his way. A smile softly appears on your face with a gentle chuckle accompanying it.

"you're wearing it...." you smile.

He smiles back as he eyeballs the screen on his laptop, while blowing you a kiss and tells you.

"I am.....i like it. Think i'll fuck you in it again later....." sighing in his palm as he rests his chin and props his elbow on the desk, he gives you a sly side eye under the hood of his matching white cap, and winks before giving you that infamous dashing smirk.

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albertasunrise · 1 year

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Hope - Hope in Heartbreak

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So first chapter's a little short but I promise its building... Gonna be away for a few days one a work trip but will try get some more updates out in a few days)

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Joel wasn't sure how he'd made it home. His eyes glanced between the road and the seat strapped into the passenger seat. The tiny little life within it sleeping away and completely unaware of the circumstances for how she'd gotten there. His eyes we red and raw from crying. His cheeks were swollen and his lips split from his constant chewing of them.

How was he going to do this?

How was he supposed to take care of a newborn on his own?

As his house came into view and he pulled onto the empty driveway, he scraped a hand over his face and let out a shaky breath.

"Okay, baby girl." He said to the tiny thing beside him "We're home." He sighed, glancing down at her and smiling as he looked up at him with her dark eyes "It's just you and me now sweetheart." He sighed as he scooped her up and pulled her close to his chest "But we're gonna be okay."

Sarah simply yawned, her head safely nestled in his shoulder. He allowed himself to smile at her before carefully getting out of his truck and grabbing her bag from the backseat. He was even more careful when opening the front door. Every action was as smooth as he could make it as he held onto his delicate daughter like she were glass.

"Surprise!" Came a small voice and he turned in shock to see you standing there with a stuffed bear in your arms and a banner saying 'Welcome Home Sarah' hanging above your head.

Joel stood in stunned silence as he stared at you. His stomach turned as he took in how excited you were and happy to see him. Then your eyes started to study the space behind him and your brows drew together as you asked him the question he'd known was coming.

"Where's Ali?"

Joel choked. The tears he thought had all but dried up returned with a vengeance and he held his daughter tighter as his knees gave out. Sobbing silently as he cradled her close. He flinched slightly at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around him but he was soon allowing himself to melt into the embrace as he sought out your comfort.

"I can't do this." He choked, his head buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder.

"Yes, you can Joel.' You said as you rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe his cries.

"I c-can't."

"Yes, you can." You repeated "But just to be sure, I'll stick around and help." You finished, smiling when he pulled his head back to look at you "I'm here for you Joel." You reaffirmed "Every step of the way."

All he could do in reply was nod as his tears came back and swept him away. You pulled Sarah from his arms when she started to cry. Rocking her gently as you helped him prepare a bottle for her. You couldn't help but pick out all of Alison's features in the child in your arms. Her nose and chin were the ones that stuck out the most. Then, when Joel was done, you handed her back to him and sat with him as he fed her. Smiling encouragingly at him as he did it.

You were going to do everything you could for him. You knew that's what Ali would have wanted. What you hadn't anticipated though, was how you'd feel in the months that were to come.

You were going to fall in love with your best friend's husband.

"Someone's hungry this mornin'" Joel chucked as Sarah suckled greedily at her bottle "Fightin' off those ghosts while you're at it, baby girl?"

"She full-on kicked me in the boob last night when I fed her." You chuckled as you placed a steaming hot mug of coffee in front of Joel "Girl's a born Ninja I swear."

Joel grinned up at you, his eyes shining with genuine joy and it warmed your heart to see it. He loved his daughter. Doted on everything she did but he missed his wife terribly. You had temporarily moved in to help him with Sarah and had heard him sobbing to himself at night. Caught glimpses of him holding his daughter as he cried over the loss of her mother.

A month had passed since that fateful day however and he smiled a little more every day. You lived for the moments you could pull a laugh from him. A warm washing over you each and every time.

"So I thought we could take Sarah to meet Tommy this weekend." Joel piped up, pulling you from your thoughts "He's back for a few months and I really want him to meet her before he's sent off again."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Joel." You said sweetly as you sipped at your coffee "I can head back to mine whilst you're out. Make sure my plants are still alive and whatnot." You chuckled.

"Right... Sure..." Joel trailed off and your brows pulled together in confusion at his reply.

"Everything okay?"

"Mhmm?" Joel replied as he sat Sarah up to burp her.

"Joel?" You pushed "You're a crappy liar."

"I just..." He trailed off again as he placed Sarah against his chest again and rested his cheek on the crown of her head "Well I just kinda thought you'd come with me."

"Do you want me to?"

"Only if you want to." Joel responded, shrugging slightly.

"Joel... Do you want me to come with you to visit Tommy?" You said softly and he nodded shyly.

"Then I'll come!" You replied "I'll swing by mine on the way home from work. Need to grab some clothes anyway. Will make sure Mrs Mills hasn't drowned them again and then I'll be back in time for dinner."

"You sure?" Joel asked and your heart squeezed at how vulnerable he sounded.

"I'm sure Joel." You replied with a smile, chuckling when you saw him relax.

"I just... I don't want you to feel like you have to do shit for me." He sighed, suddenly feeling guilty for all the help you'd bestowed on him in the past month "I know you got your own life and you're probably sick of me now but-"

"Joel!" You stopped him dead in his tracks "I offered to be here to help you." You stated plainly "I know that its what Ali would have wanted me to do and I am happy to do it." You paused to take his now empty mug and refill it along with your own "I just assumed you'd wanna see Tommy on your own. If you want me to come then I would love to!"

"You sure?" Joel pushed again and you rolled your eyes.

"You ask me if I'm sure one more time... I'll change my mind."

You finished your second coffee and then left for work. Joel then spent the day getting little things done whilst Sarah slept. By the time she had woken up for her afternoon feed, he had done two loads of washing and had finished the dishes. Then, after feeding her and sitting to read a little of his book to her till she fell asleep, he then made a start on prepping the ingredients for dinner.

He was impressed with how well he had fallen into a routine. But he did wonder how he was going to cope when he inevitably had to go back to work. Being the boss had its perks. His guys had all said to take as much time as he needed to but he had bills to pay and mouths to feed. He couldn't stay home forever.

He had grown used to you being here. Before Ali had died, he and you had never really spent all that much time together but this past month had shown him why you and his wife had been so close. You were wonderful. Kind and selfless. Jumping in to support a man you barely knew when he was left windowed with a newborn and no idea what to do.

He had always prided himself on having his shit together. Sure he had married young but when you know you know. He had taken over his father's construction company when he had died the year before and had quickly learned how to run the business the way his father would have wanted.

Now at twenty-two he owned a nice house and had money in the bank but he was a single father with no idea what he was going to do when you inevitably returned to your regular life. He was sure that the day that happened, everything would crash and burns. But he couldn't be selfish. He had to learn to cope on his own.

You sat and watched as Joel changed his daughter's diaper. He always talked and sang to her as he did it and she lapped it up. He was a natural father, even if he couldn't see it himself.

"He's doin' good, all things considered." Said Tommy as he sat down beside you and handed you an ice-cold can of cola.

"He's a natural."

"He'd be a mess without you though." The younger Miller stated and you shrugged.

"I've helped a little."

"A little?" Tommy scoffed "From what he told me... You've been his rock since Ali died."

"He said that?" You asked, your eyes widening at the man's statement.

Tommy nodded as he took a sip of his drink "Mhmm... Said without you. He dunno how he'd have coped."

Your teary eyes drifted back to Joel who was blowing raspberries on Sarah's tummy. Your heart swelled at the sight. Him and her laughing. Carefree and without worry. It stirred something inside of you that scared you. Something that you didn't want to put a name to... because it was wrong.

"Thank you." Tommy piped up after a brief pause "It's good to know he's got you to keep him up."

"He'll always have me." You stated, giving the younger man a small nod "It's what Ali would have wanted."

Your conversation was interrupted by Joel as he carried a sleepy baby over to the two of you.

"Think this one is ready for her nap." He stated and you stood, taking her from him and smiling down at her.

"I'll put her down. You two catch up."

Joel watched as you carried Sarah out of the room and put her down in Tommy's bedroom where the travel cot was currently set up. A smile painted his lips as he thought about how good you were with his daughter.

"She's a great gaL." Tommy piped up and Joel nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, she is."

"She's good for you." The younger man chuckled and this grabbed Joel's attention.

"What'd ya mean?"

"I mean there's nothing wrong in moving on Brother." Tommy stated simply "She obviously cares for you and she's great with Sarah..."

"My wife just died." The older man grumbled "Her best friend!" He continued "She's helping me out... That's it. No feelings there."

"You sure?" Tommy pushed and Joel's expression hardened "I mean. You seem to be really happy with her and I-"

"She is helping me out." Joel repeated, his tone steady as he glared at his brother "I don't have feelin's for her. I appreciate her helping me out but we'll never be anything more than friends."

Tommy threw his hands up in mock surrender. Knowing there was no point pushing the matter. He did know though that his brother felt something for you. Even if he wasn't willing to admit it to himself right now.

...

You were just making your way back when you caught the tail end of their conversation. Tommy's voice floated through the air as you stopped just outside the doorway.

"You seem to be really happy with her and I-"

"She is helping me out." You heard Joel say "I don't have feelin's for her. I appreciate her helping me out but we'll never be anything more than friends."

His statement stung more than you'd anticipated and you felt tears form in your eyes as you took a shaky step back and covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. You internally scolded yourself for your reaction. You knew that this was just a friend helping a friend. That he didn't see you as anything more than that but to hear it voiced was so much worse. You tried desperately to try and wipe away the tears that you'd failed to keep at bay. Sarah crying then brought a sigh of relief from you.

You made your way back to her and scooped her up, bouncing her in your arms. Her cries started to quieten and she was reduced to the occasional sniff and a wobbling lip. Something she'd definitely inherited from her dad.

"What was all the noise for hmm?" You asked as you placed a sweet kiss on her brow "No more tears sweet girl." You whispered as you rocked her gently "Can't both be crying." You chuckled wetly.

Sarah just stared at you then as you perched yourself on the edge of Tommy's bed. Her little brow furrowed as she seemed to wait for you to elaborate.

"Not even sure why I'm crying." You sighed "Just heard some stuff your dad said and it got to me I guess. I mean... I dunno. Just being silly I guess."

Sarah smiled at you and you chuckled.

"You're not supposed to agree with me!" You stood again then as her eyes started to flutter closed again and you placed her gently in her crib "Sleep now sweetheart... I'll be here when you wake up."

...

Tommy entered the lounge again to find Joel staring at a photo of the two of them and Ali. It had been taken on his wedding day to her. She'd demanded the photographer take one so that Tommy could take it with him when he was deployed. It sat proudly on his mantle beside a photo of Sarah.

"Where did you get this?" He asked as he pointed at the picture in question.

"Your uh... Well, your lady friend mailed it to me." Tommy stated "Came with a little note. Telling me when she was born and her weight and everything."

"I uh... I didn't know she did that."

"Thought you wouldn't mind if I did." You piped up as you reentered the room "You had a lot going on but I came across Tommy's address so I snapped one with my Polaroid and mailed it to him." You finished with a smile.

"Thanks." He replied, brows mirroring Sarah's from a few minutes ago.

"No problem." You replied with a shrug before grabbing your drink and taking a long pull of it.

Tommy stood to the side, watching the interaction with a heavy heart. See, he had heard what you'd said to Sarah. Knew that you'd heard what Joel had said about you. He could see that the two of you were denying that although this had started off as a friend supporting another friend, it had developed into more.

He just hoped one of you would see it sooner or later. Before this ended in heartbreak.

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blade-that-was-broken · 1 month

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Sad Songs and Sunrises

An "I'm Still Here" AU Series Flashback Short

John Dory never passed up a good sunrise. If there was a moment Branch couldn’t find his brother, that was probably where he was. Somewhere high up, watching the sun slowly rise above the horizon. Branch mostly liked to sleep in so he usually missed them, not that he particularly felt the need to see so many. The sun came up. The sun went down. It happened over and over and over again.

There were a few times Branch had woken up early enough to join him, usually when he couldn’t get back to sleep. JD always made him a cup of coffee, if they had it, or just brought another mug for the tea that his older brother tended to drink. It was easier to find or make. Rarely would he tease when Branch plopped next to him, just offer a mug and sit back in silence. He would wait until the sun was well into the sky and then look over at Branch.

Then the teasing would begin.

There were some times when they would spend most or even all day in one area and he would forget to come down from his perch. It was those days he would skip breakfast and spend a few hours strumming on his guitar, messing around with quiet melodies and broken lyrics. His music had gotten softer and his guitar skills even more so, a side effect, Branch supposed, of trying to not awaken the forest around them.

Branch never got to hear anything full or concrete, although he didn’t think JD quite ever finished anything anyway.

But he would try to listen when he could, if he was awake. JD’s voice had gotten deeper upon passing his mid twenties, as time went on. It had been a slow process but he remembered JD hitting a surprisingly low note one morning and stopped abruptly for a full minute, trying to wrap his head around what had happened.

“Deep inside your heart…”

“You know it isn’t what it was.”

“Anxiety is growin’ like fog over the ocean..”

“Hopin’, wishin’, prayin’ that its gone when you get up…”

Branch heard the muttering of his brother’s voice from above. The sun had been up for hours and that meant his brother had been at it for at least that long.

“Sometimes you need the rain to know you miss the sun…”

“Sometimes the ones you hold…”

“You gotta let ‘em go.”

He restarted the fire from the night before and set up the grate over it to start lunch. JD had far more practice and skill in the area of cooking than thirteen year old Branch but he had learned a fair bit and wasn’t too bad himself. JD still did most of the cooking but every once in a while, Branch tried his hand at a meal too. They usually tried to keep things simple, although they both did their fair share of experimenting with it.

“Hmm,” he heard JD mutter and talk to himself, erasing something on his paper before writing something else down. He tried strumming again, a little different this time. “That doesn’t really work.”

“You’ve been fightin’ it off just like a fever.”

“But there’s no holdin’ it back.”

It was sounding kind of sad, Branch thought. He did that on occasion, although he had no idea why.

“When what hurts and what’s right are the same.”

“When it kills you to leave or to stay.”

“When there is nothin’g to fix and nothin’ left to save.”

JD paused again, looking up at the sky. “That might be a little much, even for him,” he sighed and then put down the guitar and closed the notebook, tucking it away in his hair.

It was near noon on the dot when JD came down and carefully put his guitar away in the case before approaching the fire. He walked next to Branch and glanced at what he was making.

“Heya kiddo! Sleep well?” he grinned, as if he wasn’t writing and singing a rather sad song just moments before. He ruffled Branch’s hair before sliding away from the younger’s ire.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

JD chuckled, rather unbothered. “You are thirteen so yeah, you’re still a kid. Either way, it don’t matter. You’re always gonna be younger than me. And you’re always gonna be my- a - kid to me,” he let out a light cough. Branch just shot him a weird look. He better not be getting sick. “Don’t try to grow up too fast. Trust me.”

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thisismysecondrodeo · 11 months

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Ted Lasso x Reader Love is a gamble we play and you've got much safer odds [3-part series] (on ao3) - Angst/Romance Between your friendship with Beard and your relationship with Ted, you've got a good thing going in Richmond. Doesn't mean you're not still nervous when Henry comes to town. And it definitely doesn't mean you can hold in your jealousy when it turns out Michelle comes along too.

Ted Lasso x Reader Bad Dreams [2-part series] (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Fluff Tumblr request: would love to read your take on what happens when the boys are on an away game and you're home with the little lasso but then you wake up from a nightmare? i feel like the kid being like his father would make you fall even harder for your little family + sequel: Ted is present for a nightmare

Ted Lasso & Jaime Tartt Jamie's Sick Day (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Fluff Tumblr request: If you’re accepting Ted Lasso requests, can I humbly BEG for some Ted taking care of a sick Jamie??

Ted Lasso x Reader Wedding Day [2-part series] (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Fluff Tumblr request: Ted and reader's wedding day. Ted standing on one side of the door frame, holding her hand while she works through her nerves not about marrying him (she's never been more sure she wants to marry him) but more about accidentally tripping, or that her dress isn't nice enough, what is the press going to say + sequel: what about the angst of the roles being reversed?

Ted Lasso x Reader Missing/Wanted (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Angst/Romance Tumblr request: Can I request a Ted × Reader angsty fic where Ted and reader both have had an awful few days and they misdirect their anger towards each other, they both say a few things to each other which they really don't mean and one of them just storms out and then the other sort of spends the whole night finding them unsuccessfully....

Ted Lasso x Reader Baby it's Cold Outside (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Fluff Tumblr request: It has been super cold outside, so naturally I’ve been thinking about Ted warming Y/N up after they come in from outside (absolutely freezing). He seems like the kind of guy to have a lot of body warmth 🔥

Coach Beard x Trent Crimm Men of Mystery (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance Based on a Tumblr Drawing: Trent Crimm locks his keys in his car. Beard knows what to do about that.

Ted Lasso x Reader Home for the Holidays (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance Tumblr request: i know ted says he and michelle have been together since high school but can we please see "My family invited an old friend for the holidays and they're my first love"?

Ted Lasso x Reader Loved and Cherished (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Fluff Tumblr Request: I'm having post episode feels. What about just finding ways to cheer Ted up and telling him how much you love and cherish him

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Ted Lasso x Reader Fightin' Words (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance Tumblr request: Sleeping with Other People inspired—ted punching someone to defend his love??? we need your take on that pretty please??? and they being the only one that gets him to take a step back??? so beard is like....wait...you're down bad, my friend.

Ted Lasso x Reader Medication (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Hurt/Comfort Tumblr request: I was hoping you might write a blurb about Ted finding out that his partner is medicated when she stays with him the first time and just not wanting her to feel bad about having to take medication for her mental health

Ted Lasso x Reader The Breakup (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Angst/Romance Tumblr request: i'm in desperate need of you writing a blurb where the reader panics over the fact they are sure ted is about to break up with them (he is not) and he calms them down and its sweet and loving and he stays. name your price, my friend.

Ted Lasso x Reader Sick Fic (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Light Hurt Comfort Tumblr request: Ted helping his partner feel better when they're sick.

Ted Lasso x Reader Too Needy (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Angst/Romance Tumblr request: Ted's partner is worried about being too needy for him, which is a feeling Ted understands all too well

Ted Lasso x Reader Tickle-Me-Ted (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Fluff Tumblr request: thinking about ted holding something out of y/n’s reach to tease her, so she tickles him and he starts giggling and blushing

Ted Lasso x Reader Faint of Heart (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Hurt/Comfort Tumblr request: I had a fainting spell at work today and it was scary because people helped but then I was alone...I was wondering if you could write for Ted or Jason when the reader fainted at work in front of him?

Ted Lasso x Reader Striptease (Tumblr Only) - Romance/Fluff Tumblr Request: ted doing a striptease to pony by ginuwine

Ted Lasso x Reader Camping Codependency (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Fluff Tumblr request: just imagined ted and reader taking the Richmond team on a team-building adventure (camping). Ted and reader share a tent, but obviously have to be suuuuuuuuper quiet while they get down to it…

Ted Lasso x Reader High for Hallmark (Tumblr Only because its so short) - Romance Tumblr Request: Just finished episode 2 & I just know that Jason loves hallmark movies just like Theodore is it too much to smoke a bit and chill on the couch watching cheesy Christmas rom coms nowhere near Christmas with him?

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Ted Lasso x Rebecca The Oh Moment [2-part series] (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Light Smut Based on this tumblr post: the "oh. oh." moment in fan fic but instead of a character realizing they're in love it's them discovering they have a specific kink at the worst possible moment. Part 1 has Rebecca taking part in a team tradition, and Part 2 Ted experiences a dinner gone wrong...or right?

Ted Lasso x Reader Crushin' (on) You (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Light Smut Tumblr Request: Thinking about ted tying me up 😶 or ted laying on top of me. His slutty forearms and his strong thighs. Sigh. horny ted thoughts

Ted Lasso x Reader Touch Tank (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Light Smut Tumblr Request: would you consider writing a ted/reader fic where an extremely touch-starved reader is fascinated with ted's hands and playfully baits him into tickling them? those hands teasing and kneading in search of the best ticklish spots

Ted Lasso x Reader Aftercare (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Referenced Smut Tumblr Request: sub Ted needs reader (any gender) to provide lots of fluffy aftercare

Ted Lasso x Reader Vacation Bae (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Light Smut Tumblr Request: obsessed with thinking about how ted would react to seeing y/n in more revealing clothes for the first time; short shorts, a crop top, a bikini, maybe some lingerie that y/n picked out just for him

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Ted Lasso x Reader Getting Ready [4-part series] (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Smut Tumblr request: Imagine how sweet and spicy getting ready for an event with Ted could be! + sequel: Dom Jason × Sub reader smut would be so hot if you're comfortable with that and then Jason being so adorably cute and caring during the aftercare + triology: D/S dynamics outside of the bedroom + Bonus chapter 4 I forgot about lol

Ted Lasso x Reader Operation Seduce Ted (on ao3) - Smut You've been dating Ted for a while and things seem like they're going well...so why haven't you slept together? Enter Operation Seduce Ted.

Ted Lasso x Reader Healing Hands (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Smut Tumblr request: ted giving y/n a massage?

Ted Lasso x Reader Hot Chocolate (Tumblr Only) - Smut Tumblr request: Y/N and ted are having a nice cup of hot chocolate on his sofa when he spills his cup all over himself 🤭 not to worry though, because he takes his shirt off to deal with the stain… which heats things up,,, mmmh shirtless ted

Ted Lasso x Reader School Daze [5-part series] (consolidated on ao3) - Fluff/Smut/Angst Tumblr request: what if reader went to college w ted (before he met michelle) just someone he casually knew from class and had a crush but never did anything and they run into each other all those years later in richmond and they talk about how they both liked each other but never said anything

Ted Lasso x Reader A Little Tied Up (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Smut Tumblr request: Cannot I humbly ask for Ted being tied down on the bed for reader to use as she wishes for the night?

Ted Lasso x Reader Hit the Showers (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Smut Tumblr Request: i am DYING to read some facesitting with ted. i’m thinking the reader is super hesitant at first when ted suggests it, but he soon wins her around, especially with the feel of that amazing moustache

Ted Lasso x Reader Hush Your Butt [2-part series] (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Light Smut Tumblr Request: thinking about ted worshipping y/n’s body

Ted Lasso x Reader This Seat Taken? [2-part series] (Tumblr Drabbles Series on ao3) - Romance/Smut Tumblr Request: sitting on Ted’s lap in public (maybe at a party) and moving around to tease him 😈

Ted Lasso x Reader Full Stop (Tumblr Drabble Series on ao3) - Romance/Smut Tumblr Request: Do you think you would be up for writing some super soft period sex with Ted Lasso? 👉🏻👈🏻

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Hello, me again, your Guardianship AU has latched onto my brain and won’t let go so I have more questions

First, how much does Chris know about the CPS hounding Martin? Does he understand that there’s a real possibility he could be removed from his brother’s custody? In the comic you made, when they were younger, Chris was pretty oblivious about it all (mostly cause Martin didn’t wanna worry him and didn’t tell him any details) but now that he’s a bit older, has he picked up on certain things? ‘Cause you’ve also mentioned that the AU has decent resemblance to Lilo & Stitch, but in that movie Lilo seems very aware of their situation which isn’t the case for Martin and Chris, especially because Martin’s personality is pretty opposite to Nani.

Second, and I totally get it if you don’t know, I’m just an over-thinker, but how would the parents have died in your AU? Because I can see the cause of death being pretty traumatizing depending on what it is, especially for Martin who was old enough to understand what was going on followed by the responsibility of raising his younger brother who is basically the only family he has left. Maybe even for Chris, though as you mention he was too young and doesn’t remember them much anymore.

Once again, love your AUs, Guardianship AU is clearly my favorite but I’m a sucker for sibling dynamics, especially the trope “brothers-against-the-world”.

Chris is definitely more aware of Child Protective Services than he was when he was a kid. They aren’t AS much of a threat anymore which is why Chris isn’t really worried about them. Martin has custody of him, and he just gets evaluated every so often to make sure he’s taking care of Chris and providing him a healthy and stable environment. (CPS is very concerned about chris traveling in the Tortuga but mostly leave them alone now) Martin definitely gets hella stressed when these evaluations come along, but he’s been doing this dance with CPS for so long by that point he’s not as worried. When he was 17, and freshly emancipated he was fightin for his life in those courtrooms 💀

Chris knows about it now, but in his eyes, Martin is the best guardian ever? He cannot fathom the idea of Martin being an “unfit guardian” so he can’t even imagine a situation where CPS would have a reason to take him. Which is also a small point of tension for them? Because on one hand Martin is glad his brother isn’t worried and trusts him, but also feels frustrated by Chris not taking it seriously or understanding the weight of it like he does.

But Chris is honestly more worried about Martin getting sick of having to drag him around and giving up custody of him. But those are repressed emotions to unpack for another day.

And I don’t actually have a reassonnn for the parents death yet. In the hypothetical fanfiction that I have not written yet, I don’t want to explicitly state it. Its something they dont like to talk about. And they probably get really nervous/jittery around any subjects related to the cause. I’m leaning more towards something like a car accident. Something that could happen to anyone, but also very tragic. It’s technically not decided for sure though! So im open to any suggestions at the moment.

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