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90smaximoff · 1 year

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missing you.

gip!natasha x fem!reader

summary: the one that natasha decides to have a baby with you.

words: 2.2k

warnings: smut (+18), natasha is gip in there so… yeah, angst (just a little bit), mentions of getting shot, make out, some dirty talk, a lot of breeding kink, teasing i guess, mentions of getting pregnant, mentions of death, TERRIBLE title but i couldn’t think about anything else.

author’s note: sorry for mistakes lmk if you see one, hope you guys like it and pls leave messages on my inbox cuz i’m always bored on these days.

You could see the shining lights of her car from the windows of the living room, knowing she was pulling the car inside. Excitation runned through your body as you wait for her to come inside, feeling the anxiety of seeing her again after a long time, thirteen days, to be precise. It was harsh, but that comes with the price of be married to a avenger, a spy, the black widow and the love of your life.

You bite your lip in anxiety, but let out a scream as you see her open the door and come inside, running to hug her.

“Tasha!” You jump in her, being received by her strong arms hugging your slim waist, shoving your face into the crook of her neck, for one second you were the happiest girl in the world, nothing in this world could hurt you since you had your girl right there.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, almost crying from the emotion.

“It’s okay baby, i’m home now, i’m not going nowhere.” God, you missed everything in her, her calm tone, her lovely voice, her delicious smell.

After minutes hugging each other like nothing else matters, you finally manage to get out of her hug, giving her a kiss that you know damn well you needed. A passionate and desperate kiss, wanting nothing more than feel your lover’s lips again.

When you separated it, you tried to bring her closer to the couch, guiding her gently by the hand, with a smile in your face that fade way the moment you notice she was limping, and making a face of pain at every step that she tried unsuccessfully hide from you.

“Nat, what happened? Are you hurt?” You asked, already worried about her.

“It was just a shot, nothing to worry about, baby.”

She sits down on the couch, letting a sigh of relief for finally being home with you, even knowing that you would be yelling at her for being shot and not telling you.

“Just a shot!? Why you didn’t tell me?” Your voice started to get a little louder and you feel like you were about to cry. You always cares a lot about Natasha, she leaves almost everyday to kick villains asses and save the world, you can’t help but misses her and worry about how she is all the time.

“Because i knew you were gonna to be worried and hysteric.” She says with regretful look on her face. You can’t refute it, of course you would be, so you just let out a frustrate sigh and rolled your eyes. “Baby, c’mon, it’s not too much of a big deal, i’m fine…” She waits for an answer but nothings comes out. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course i am, Natasha!” You feel your eyes water, filled with tears of frustration. “Almost everyday you leaves and i don’t know if you ever coming back to me. I know you are a hero and i’m so proud of everything you do but… God, i am your wife! I do not deserve priority in your life?” At this point you were already screaming, your voice shaking as your let the tears rolled on your face.

“Of course you do! Baby, of course you have priority, i’m always coming back to you.” Seeing you crying after spending so much time away from you was really breaking her heart, but she decided to not let it show.

“Yeah, with a shot on your leg! Who knows where’s gonna be next time? On your head? On your chest?” You knew damn well that you was being overdramatic, but you honestly didn’t care at this point, you just wanted her to know how you feel, what passes though your head every time she leaves.

When you avoid her eyes and started to dry your face with the palm of your hand, Natasha decided that was enough, opening arms for you. “Okay, i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry, come here.” You didn’t hesitate to go, even wanting to be mad at her you missed her so much to deny a hug.

You straddle her lap and hug her shoulders, pushing your head on the crook of her neck as she embraced your body, whispering that she should’ve told you about the fucking shot.

“I’m sorry baby, but all i wanted was come back and be with my girl, can we forget that for a moment, please?” She said after some minutes.

You take a deep breath and take your face off her neck to look at her instead, your eyes were already dry, almost seemed like you didn’t even cried if wasn’t for your swollen lips and your face a little blushed. “Okay, sorry for yelling too.” Natasha agrees with her head giving you a sweet smile before pushing you in to a kiss.

It was gentle at first, showing how much you both missed each other kindly, slowly moving her lips on yours, caressing your back as you stroked her red hair. Everything feels gentle and soft, you were happy to have her in your arms again, safe and sound on your house, it was really hard spend so much time away from her. You missed everything, her hair, her hands, her touch, her voice, even missed it when she makes you stressed.

“I missed you so much, you know?” And like she just read your mind, these words was spoken in a lower voice against your lips. “I missed my baby so much.”

“I missed you too, Tasha.”

“Yeah? What did you missed about me?” she catches her breath and starting to kiss on your neck, making you shiver and squirm a little on her lap, closing your eyes trying to focus on the sensations she gives you and still reply to her.

“I m-missed everything about you.” You stutter a bit, almost moaning just for having her lips on your neck. Natasha hummed, instructing you to continue talking. “I missed your kisses…” You mumbled as she bite slightly on your neck, bringing her hands at your uncovered thighs, caressing it with the top of her fingers, making shivers run though your body. “And… i missed y-your touch.”

At every second got a little harder for you to talk, having your wife provoking so many sensations at your body leaven you a whimpering mess trying not to moan.

“You missed me touching your thighs like this?” She whispers against your neck, the hot breath on your sensitive skin.

You shake your head a yes and closed your eyes, feeling her hands getting closer to the bottom of your shorts and you know what was to come.

“I missed you inside of me, Tasha.” You whine, needy. That was enough to let Natasha crazy, she moan on your neck at that and in seconds was asking you to get up and take off your shorts, along with your panties.

When you did, sitting on her lap next, she takes off your shirt in one quickly movement, kissing you after that, you both were so eager and needy for each other that you couldn’t wait any more to have her inside of you.

You unbuttoned her pants, bringing them down and springing her cock free. She was already hard since the moment you’ve start kissing on her lap, after almost two weeks without fuck you Natasha could go crazy, getting hard and needy for any physical affection, sometimes you liked to tease her saying she looks like a horny teenager that gets hard by everything.

But the true is that Natasha is obsessed over you since the day you met, everything you do makes her loves you more or gets her hard, sometimes both.

You started to jerk her off as she brings both hands to your ass, her cock feels heavy on your small hands, getting bigger by your touch, you smiled hearing her moan, knowing how much she misses having your hand in her, you misses that just as much.

“Put me inside you, baby.” She pant and you happily comply, lifting your hips, bringing her to your dripping opening and lowering yourself in her.

You both let out a little moan at that and Natasha pulled a hand at your neck, gently bringing you to a kiss while you get used to her big size. The feeling of your walls stretching to take her cock was the best thing that she ever felt, having you all naked on top of her whose was completely dressed made her feel dominant over you even though knowing that she was so desperate for you as you were for her.

When you feel your pussy accommodate her cock completely, you lift your hips again, your mouth disconnected with her for one second as you sink into her, moaning louder, you started to move your hips, bouncing on her cock.

Natasha watched you mesmerized, panting hard feeling the tightness around her shaft. “You feel so fucking good, baby… You like it? You like my cock deep inside you?” She says breathless.

She can’t help but stare at your tits as they bounce in front of her, seeing it you arched your back, putting your chest closer to her mouth, inviting her to suck on your nipples, which she happily accepts, involving her warm tongue on your breast, sucking it like a hungry baby.

“Yes! I love it, don’t stop, please.” You moans feeling the overcome sensation of being stimulated on your sensitive parts, not even knowing what you’re begging for, just riding her harder and faster at every second, feeling yourself get a little closer to your orgasm.

So was Natasha, who didn’t know how much time she could last inside your tight pussy, it’s been so long since you guys had sex and she didn’t touch herself in ages. Feeling closer to her own high, she hugs your waist and start to thrust herself inside you, lifting her hips upwards, making your whole body tremble since she was hella stronger than you.

You rolled your eyes at her fucking your pussy so fast and good that she couldn’t keep her lips at your boobies, letting them go and looking up at your flustered face.You had your eyes shut, your mouth open in a silent moan and a delicious expression of pure pleasure. Took everything in her to not cum at the sight.

Wanting you to cum with her, she lets her dirty mouth run, knowing how much you like that.

“I’m gonna cum, you want my cum inside you, baby? You want me to breed that pussy? ” Her breathless voice had you opening your eyes jut to look at her.

“Yes, cum inside, i want your cum so much.” You gripped her hair, feeling her getting even deeper inside you, the head of her pretty cock kissing your cervix at every stroke.

“Yeah? I’m gonna put my baby inside you.” Natasha herself didn’t catch what she said, just feels like the right thing at the time, but even knowing that was just a kinky talk, she couldn’t help but get attached to the idea of you getting pregnant with her child. Before she gets to worried about what you’d said, you welcome the idea happily, smiling naughty at her and moaning louder, letting her know that you liked that though.

“I’m gonna breed you, fill you over and over again baby, you gonna look so fucking hot pregnant with my child, f-fuck.” She keeps going, feeling your walls tightening on her at every word, enjoying your facial expressions and your pussy around her thick cock, coming even earlier than she planned to, painting your walls and filling you up completely.

“Fuck, yes, breed me!” You almost yelled as you come around her cock at the feeling of her cum inside you and at the thought of getting pregnant with her baby.

Tasha slowed down her thrusts after you cum, panting and feeling sensitive, her cock softening still inside your warmth, she unfolded her hug onto your waist and rests her back on the couch, her legs trembling a little under you.

You catch your breath on top of her, licking your lips and closing your eyes for a sec.

“Y/n?” She called you and you looked at her. “When i go to NY, next week, i’m gonna tell the team that is over.” She looked right into your eyes. “I rather be your wife than a avenger and… if you were being serious about the baby…”

“I was. I was being serious about the baby.” You interrupted her with a little smile on your face.

“Then i have one more reason to do it.” When you feel a little bad with Natasha having to leave something that she fight so much for, your smiled faltered a bit. “I know what you’re thinking but i want to do that, for you, for me and now… for our baby, okay?”

“You don’t even know if i’m already pregnant.” You chuckle and in seconds you feel her cock hardening again and her cum dripping out of you onto her thighs.

“So let’s make sure of it.”

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qtubpol · 3 months

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i wonder if theres a word limit for this thing. cuz i wrote a poly morning crew fic of them all kissing and i wish to offer it to you to read like a little orphan child on the street offering up a penny to a rich man

Tubbo sank down as far as he could into the seat he was currently sitting in. In front of him were both Pac and Fit, staring at him with different expressions but equally piercing gazes. Distantly he could hear Bagi laughing as she watched the kids while the three of them talked.

“Tubbo,” Fit said gently in that low rough voice of his. God it was irritating. Tubbo smacked both of his hands over his face and dragged them down unceremoniously. “We want to talk about what happened today.”

“No idea what you’re talking about!” Tubbo said in the most fake sounding voice he had ever heard, even to his own ears. He cringed, dropping his hands back into his lap to fiddle with his toolbelt.

“You teleported me out while we were on our date,” Pac said simply. Not angrily. Not upset. Just stating a fact. Tubbo hated how he was acting like he wasn’t upset. Because obviously he was. Right?

“That was Bagi!” Tubbo defended. “I didn’t do anything! I wanted you guys to have your lovely date undisturbed!”

“And we did,” Fit affirmed. “But now we are back and we want to talk to you.”

Tubbo squirmed in his seat. “About what? Nothing to talk about.”

Pac laughed a little at that and Tubbo sent him a withering glare. “Tubbooo. No. Don’t be mad at me.” He stood up taking a few steps to close the distance and fling himself over Tubbo, head atop his and arms crossed over Tubbo’s chest. It felt warm and safe and to be quite frank it scared the everloving shit out of him. Through the embrace he hesitantly watched Fit, expecting at any moment a cloud of jealousy to fall over his features. They were something else now. Something that didn’t involve Tubbo. But that didn’t happen. Instead, to his utter surprise, Fit smiled at him.

“Tubbo. We see right through you, you know that right? But the thing is,” he continued. “You don’t have to worry. Our dynamic here-” he gestured between the three of them as Tubbo felt Pac hum against his skull, “-isn’t going to change. Tubbo, you matter to us.”

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he quickly tried to reach up to brush them away but somehow Fit was up out of his seat and beating him to it. His warm non-metal hand now lay flat against Tubbo’s cheek looking deep into his eyes. Tubbo resisted the urge to squirm under the intensity of the gaze.

“Me and Pac are always gonna be here for you and Sunny okay? Always. We're family.” After a moment's hesitation he leaned in to press a kiss between Tubbo's furrowed eyebrows.

Tubbo braced himself for Pac to get angry. To shove him away and start screaming at Fit. Once again this did not happen. Fit just smiled at him then up at Pac who squeezed Tubbo tighter and pressed a matching kiss to the top of his head. “You don't have to pretend with us,” Pac said, finally releasing his grip to walk around him and stand next to Fit in front of him. “You were welcome at our date. Always are, right Fitch?”

Fit nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes exactly Pac.”

Pac directed a smug smile at Tubbo. “See? You worry for no reason. Everything is good.”

A stone of guilt and worry still lay heavy in Tubbo's chest but he tried to ignore it and give them a hesitant smile. “Yeah everything's good.” He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or relieved that they both saw through him immediately.

Fit sighed. “What can we do to prove it to you?”

Tubbo squirmed, trying to avoid eye contact. “Nothing, it's all fine. You guys you know go on dates and kiss and be gay and I'll stay here and it'll be fine.”

Fit let out a deep sigh and oh there it was. Tubbo knew he was a burden he fucking knew it. His train of thought was thrown off as Pac laughed. “Oh so you wanna kiss and be gay with us hm?”

Tubbo glanced up in surprise to suddenly see Pac right up in his face, deep big brown eyes staring into him. Full of so much joy. Happiness directed at him? Tubbo could hardly believe it but before he could even open his mouth to say anything along the lines of no, Pac grabbed his face gently and kissed him. It was soft and warm and surprising. And very much wanted.

Without thinking Tubbo let himself reach up to cup Pac's cheek as they kissed, Pac giggling all the while against his lips. Their mouths moved together in a way that felt incredibly natural and normal. Fit laughed at their earnestness and a jolt of fear struck like lightning through Tubbo's body as he pulled back frantically.

“Fit. I-” Aren't trying to make a move on your man? Am just as confused as you? He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say.

“It's okay,” Fit soothed. “It's okay. Tubbo, I'm not mad at you right now.” He laughed again. “If anything I should be upset at Pac. He was the one who kissed you after all.”

“You'd never be mad at me,” Pac teased with an easy grin, rocking back on his heels.

Fit rolled his eyes fondly at him. “Sure Pac, sure.”

Tubbo had absolutely no idea what to say so he defaulted to his usual humor. “So you aren't gonna kiss me, Fit? I see how it is. Is it because I'm blonde I bet it's-” he was cut off abruptly by different hands on his face. Rougher ones. A warrior's hands. His lips were surprisingly soft in comparison. Fit was so much more hesitant then Pac, so so gentle. Reaching for his shirt collar, Tubbo dragged him in closer, enjoying the noise of pleasant surprise that Fit made against his lips. Distantly he could hear Pac giggling.

Eventually they pulled apart, Fit panting slightly and Tubbo became incredibly aware of the dumbass grin gracing his face. The worries and fears were still there, a few kisses weren't going to fix years of trauma but this was nice. “You guys are stupid,” he said instead but he could tell they knew what he meant.

“You want us to kiss you more often?” Pac teased. “Give kisses to our boy before we go on our dates.”

Tubbo shouldn't admit it. “Yes,” he said nearly against his will but he was glad he said it.

“Okay then,” Fit said as if it solved everything. It didn't. But it helped. “You're our guy. Always have been, always will be.”

Tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes again but he refused to let them fall. He sniffed. “Cool okay um can we get back to the kids now?”

Fit and Pac both laughed before agreeing with him simultaneously.

“Yes, of course.”

“Sim, yes.”

So that was it. Not a solution to the anguish in his stomach that threatened to eat him alive but some reassurance. He just had to accept it.

oh fantastic. here you go op. also in my defense... its not that good cuz i havent slept. i in fact pulled an all nighter while writing this so yeah its the best i can do on absolutely no sleep

i would die for you.

#FUUUUUUCK FUCK MAN #YEAH THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT #qsmpshipping #poly morning crew

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cozage · 7 months

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 10: Change in Plans

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.2k

Sanji was the first to approach your unmoving form. He sat in front of you and held out a plate.

“You should eat. Ace told me you needed to eat.”

Ace’s name made you flinch, but other than that you showed no sign of seeing or hearing Sanji. In a sense, you didn’t hear him. Everything felt distorted, like you were underwater or in a dark and echoey cave.

This wasn’t happening to you. It couldn’t happen to you. Ace would be back soon. This was all a big misunderstanding.

“Come on,” Sanji said. “I hate to see you like this, darling. You need to eat. He’s not worth it.”

Tears filled your eyes. “You don’t know anything, Sanji,” you snapped. “So don’t talk about things that you don’t understand.”

He seemed startled that you addressed him, but he took that as a good sign. “Listen, you’re a beautiful lady. You don’t need him, so just-”

“I need him,” you whispered. “I need to find him. I need-” you eyes widened. “His vivre card,” you breathed.

You rushed to your feet and raced to your bag, pulling out a clip of papers.

Whitey, Brew, Dad, Marco, Jinbe, Izou, Curiel, Shanks, Namur, Haruta, Epoida.

You looked again. Whitey, Brew, Dad, Marco, Jinbe, Izou, Curiel, Shanks, Namur, Haruta, Epoida.

No Ace. His card had drawings of hearts all over it. You did it so his card would stand out against the others. It was impossible to miss. But it wasn’t there.

“Luffy!” you called out, clipping the papers back together. “Did Ace give you a piece of paper?”

“A paper?” Luffy asked, staring at you confused.

“A paper.” You held out your other vivre cards as an example. “Like this?”

Luffy stared at your hand long and hard, and then shook his head. “Nope.”

“Luffy.” Panic was rising in you, desperation beginning to spill into and seizing your muscles. “Give me the paper.”

“He didn’t give me one.” Luffy turned away from you, unable to meet your eyes.

You knew he was lying. You could see it written all over his face, which is why he was hiding it from you. But could you fight him for the possibility of getting Ace’s vivre card? You didn’t even know where the card was hidden, and Luffy wouldn’t give that information up, even if you did try to beat it out of him.

Plus, beating up Luffy meant beating up his crew too. Could you fight every Strawhat here? Logistically, it’d be a walk in the park. But you weren’t sure if you could live with yourself. You’d have to convince him.

“I promise I’ll give it back when I’m done with it, Luffy.”

“He only gave me the snail,” Luffy said, his lip sticking out in defiance.

“Please,” you begged. “Ace will die without-”

“Ace won’t die!” Luffy yelled, glaring at you. “Have more faith in him! He has faith in you!”

Your lower lip trembled, and you bit it to keep it steady. Luffy clearly knew nothing. Ace didn’t have any faith in you at all. Or else he wouldn’t have left.

“Luffy!” Sanji screamed back in your defense. “Don’t yell at a lady!”

“You’re yelling at Luffy now!” Zoro yelled.

“Yeah, ‘cuz he’s an idiot, idiot!”

“You won’t find it,” Luffy assured you, ignoring his crew. “I don’t have it.”

You knew he did have it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it from him by force. So you walked to Yuba with the crew, hoping that he might change his mind the more you were together.

You didn’t eat. Sanji begged and pleaded with you, but you refused meals. You considered laying down and never moving again, letting your bones get covered by the sand.

“You’re being dramatic,” Luffy finally said, shoving a spoonful of stew in his mouth. “Ace knows what he’s doing. He’s not stupid. And if you’re really actually mad at him, you need to just go punch him. Don’t suffer because you’re mad. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I can’t find him, Luffy,” you hissed. “That's why I need that piece of paper you have.”

He stuck his lips out again, pouting at your aggression. “I told you I don’t have a paper.”

You rolled your eyes, clearly not believing him.

“Besides,” Luffy added. “Someone else has to have this paper you keep talking about, right? Go ask them!”

You perked up at that thought. All of the subordinate captains had each of the commander’s cards. Which meant Whitey would have Ace’s card. If you could convince her to give you his card, you’d be able to follow it back to him.

“You’re right,” you agreed, reaching for your spoon. You unconsciously ate while you thought, trying to work out the kinks of the plan.

It could work. It would take some time, but Ace had left you all the money. You could probably buy a small, old sloop. If you couldn’t afford one, you’d just steal it and leave the money you had as payment.

You still had Whitey’s vivre card, and you knew she was in Paradise. Brew was as well, if Whitey wasn’t able to help you out. You had plenty of people who had Ace’s card.

And just like the ship, if they wouldn’t give it to you, you’d steal it. You’d find a way back to Ace so you could fight Teach together. Together, with your strategy and his power, you were certain you could do it. You were certain you could win. Your spirits lifted just a little bit, thinking about the possibility of meeting back up with Ace again.

You all only made it about halfway to Nanohana before Luffy demanded they turn around and head back for Rainbase.

But Rainbase would only delay you further, and you didn’t have a moment to waste.

“You guys go,” you said. “I’m going to keep on going to Nanohana and find a ship.”

“Are you sure?” Nami asked. “What if you get lost?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said. “It’s only another day or two, isn’t it? It can’t be that hard.”

“A lady shouldn’t travel alone,” Sanji said. “What if-”

“Sanji,” you laughed. “I could kick anyone’s ass who’s on this island right now. Yours included. I’ll be fine.”

Sanji collapsed backward, overtaken by your words.

“Follow the brightest star in the sky at night, and use the sun as a guide during the day,” Vivi offered, trying to give you a crash course of desert survival. “Nanohana is south-east, so follow the sun in the morning, and keep it to your back in the evening.”

“Ace wanted you to stay with us,” Luffy said. “But if you need to go find him, then you should.”

You gave him a polite smile, trying one last time. “You could give me something that would help speed up the process.”

Luffy deadpanned. “Don’t have it.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly. “Alright, alright.”

You gave them all a deep bow. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Even when I didn’t want it.”

“It’s nothing!” They all said in unison.

“I’ll see you around, Luffy.”

“See ya!”

And with that, you and the Strawhats went your separate ways.

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rubywithecat · 1 year

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When you caught them starring at your breast(AoT boys)

Eren

You were talking with him and then notice his thoughts are on somewhere else so u look at his eyes carefully and caught them starting at your breast. “EREN U PERV!!” U yelled which makes everyone look at you guys.

Instead of being embarrassed, he became more encouraged to tease u like “ weren’t u starring at my cock too?” He said. And everyone look at u again. Ur face went red and he was giving u a huge smirk.

Armin

“Armin are u even listening?” Hange yelled him in the middle of meeting. He was sitting opposite u and u realized he was starring at ur breast. “I’m sorry Hange! Go on” he said and then gave a look at u apologetically. But u smiled at him which makes him surprise and blushed.

When the meeting ends and everyone left, there was only u and him left. He approaches u and then he suddenly kiss u from behind and u kiss him back. “I didn’t know u liked my boobs” u told him. “I like everything about u” he said as he continue to kiss ur neck.

Reiner

U quickly covered urself with a towel as he accidentally walk into u changing. Then u realized his eyes are glued on ur breasts and ur face turned red as u got shy. “Get out Reiner!!” U threw him with nearby stuff and he avoid it successfully. Then he gave u a wink and tells shamelessly that u have a really nice breast. U was embarrassed but his compliment makes u blush.

That night, he texted u “can’t forget about the view” and u decided to tease him about it a bit back.

Porco

U were taking book from the bookshelf with a ladder and then slipped off. U landed on Porco and his hands are accidentally on your breasts. U both yelled and u kicked him. “R u really paying back like this to someone who caught u?” He gasped. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” U apologized. “Does it hurt?” U asked and he said dramatically “yes it really hurt” He moved closer to u “I think u need to take care of me for that”

Erwin

U were serving him a cup of tea and then his eyes accidentally reached to ur breast and he can’t help but starring at it. U protectively covered it with ur hand and he just laugh slightly. U thought he is being a pervert and rude as he didn’t even apologize and u were angry but couldn’t tell any as he is ur superior.

“I know what u r really thinking about me now y/n but didn’t u wear that so revealing shirt intentionally for me to look at it? He was smart. Cuz it was true and u slightly get embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. U can show me all” he smirked as he locked the door.

Zeke

“Everyone is ready for meeting sir” u told him as u helped him with his suit. U tied the necktie for him and realized he was starring at ur breast with lust. “Sir? I think it’s time to go” u told him. He looked at u and smiled. He starting to touch u and undo ur buttons pushing u to the desk nearby in his own office. He kissed u hungrily. U tried to push him and said “u are gonna be late to meeting!” U yelled. “Fck the meeting. I have more interesting thing here” he bit his lips.

Jean

“R u starring at my boobs?!” U screamed. “No wtf!” He lied protectively. “Jean u nasty asshole!” U yelled and tried to punched him but he caught ur hit and won’t let u go ur hand and grabbed ur entire body. “Let me go!” U tried to escape but he is so strong. He pulled u closed and his lips only an inch away from urs. “Tell a word or I will make u scream my name” he smirked.

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Tough Love

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns [Non-Binary - AFAB] • Life hasn’t been that kind to you. Like having Merle Dixon as your biological father. And Daryl Dixon not stepping in when he should’ve. But then the end of the world happened…and everything is changing • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Slurs [cuz Merle is a bitch] / Self Harm Scars / Self Harm / Scars / Domestic Abuse / Abandonment Issues / Coming Out / Past Attempt Mentioned / Injuries • Fuckton of Flashbacks

Requested by: @monootakuu

“What in the fucking hell is that, Merle”

“Are you that fucking stupid? It’s a baby”

“NO SHIT BUT HOWD YEA GET IT”

“ITS MINE DIPSHIT”

Daryl frowns as he couldn’t believe it. His brother is that fucking stupid to knock somebody up.

“This is all you, Merle.”

“You ain’t gonna help me?”

“I’m not the one that knocked up a fucking hooker. For once in your life, take responsibility and try not to fuck every woman that stands. Or there will be more mini Merle’s that infest the earth” Daryl snaps at his brother grabbing his jacket and leaving the trailer, with the extra emphasize of how he feels with slamming the trailer door making the little baby violently sob.

“You little—“ Merle glares in the direction Daryl left before taking the baby out of the car seat it came in. “Shut it you little ass kicker”

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“Hurry up kid” Merle snaps continuing to lead the way on the hunt as Y/N stood up from checking a batch of mushrooms to catch up to their old man.

Daryl walks beside his brother glancing back and every now and then to find Y/N staring at their feet but still right behind them.

“I can show yea which mushrooms you can eat or not”

“Or not.” Y/N frowns. “I’ve got my book…I don’t need your help” they sigh opening said nature book they stole from their school library before the end of the world happened.

The two heard the thud and scream from behind them seeing Y/N now hanging upside down by the ankle. They struggled with the trap trying to bend enough to use their knife to cut them down but they were starting to get frustrated. Daryl was about to cut them down when he noticed Merle ready his weapon to the footsteps approaching.

“Somethin’ triggered the trap finally” One of the two announced but as they approached to notice the two hunters staring back with the crossbow and hunting rifle at the ready. “Oh. Shit but it’s—-“ he looks up seeing the human being that got caught. “Well shit.”

“Do you even know how to set fucking traps like that? Some part of it is supposed to be visible to hunters” Daryl snaps at the two watching them tense.

“We’re not hunters, we are just trying to feed our camp and we can only use so much of the forage”

“But. Given y’all are hunters. Maybe we can come up with something”

“You’re really gonna ask us for some kind of fucking deal when you almost killed our kid?”

“Said kid would like to be fucking let DOWN” Y/N yells off the top of their lungs not giving a damn about what else could be walking the forest. Daryl was about to do it gently until Merle pushed past him with his hunting knife in hand, striking the rope causing his kid to hit the ground hard.

“MERLE”

“What? They’ll fucking walk it off” Merle scoffs approaching the two strangers. “So a deal?”

Daryl glares at the back of his brother’s head holding his hand out for Y/N as they kept to the ground for a moment which lead to him kneeling to their side.

“What hurts kid?”

“Like he said I’ll just walk it off…” Y/N sighs swatting their uncle’s hand away and getting up from the hard ground picking up their book along the way.

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Daryl frowns watching Merle ignore his toddler that was more interested in him and what he was doing at. But what the man was doing was preparing his crystal deliveries.

“Don’t let her ingest some of that Merle. Or you’ll lose your kid”

“I ain’t letting her anywhere—-HEY!” Merle suddenly pushed his kid over with his foot causing his brother to get up from the kitchen table to check on her. But the kid sprung back up like it was nothing. “You’re in time out. GO!” He points to the corner and the small child knew where to go.

“You’re a monster, Merle”

“No. The monster is that devil spawn’s mother that locked her legs around my torso” Merle snaps crushing a piece of the meth grabbing his pipe about to light it when Daryl grabbed the spray bottle he uses on his kid. “Don’t you fucking dare”

“Smoke outside if you really want to be a douchebag. Don’t hurt your kid even more than you already have”

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“You are staying here” Merle states to Y/N who is more than capable to take care of themselves on a run like this one. But given the anger in his tone, Y/N didn’t even bother trying to fight.

“Just stay safe old man” They sigh going to their campsite within a campsite more toward the can boarder to alert of walkers.

“Daryl” The eldest yells at his brother to get his attention from Dale who he was informing about a possible hunting ground. Daryl approaches the small run party looking at his brother confused. “Keep an eye on’em.”

“If they want to join the hunt, they will. Otherwise, there’s other people to keep an eye on them just in case of anything” Daryl reassures his brother even if it didn’t really mean much.

Y/N didn’t go with Daryl to hunt this deer he’s been tracking for a while. Didn’t even leave the tent for the first hour, just reading the foraging books that were stolen by Merle as an attempt to bond with his kid. But failed when they discovered he stole them.

“Y/N? Honey?”

The teen quickly shot up to the voice taking a second to remember that it’s not just the Dixon’s anymore.

“Who is it?”

“Lori, was wondering if you wanna come with the ladies and kids down to the lake. You don’t have to do laundry but just get out of the campsite” Lori patiently waited for a few minutes as she was about to leave thinking she asked too much but saw the tent open with Y/N stepping out with their backpack on. “Got everything?” She gave them a smile watching them nod before leading the way for them.

Soon Y/N found themselves watching two kids splashing each other in the lake while they assumed their mothers and the other women at the camp did the laundry. They watched the ripples in the water for a while and only thought about how they couldn’t swim.

Honestly liked the moment without their dad and uncle

The children stopped splashing when they noticed Y/N stepping into the water after rolling up their pants and grabbing a few pebbles. They started to skip the rocks along the water and the two were intrigued.

Lori gently elbows Carol for her attention before directing with her eyes. Both watching Y/N teach their kids how to skip rocks. Sophia accidentally hitting Y/N in the back of the head with a pebble resulting in the two rising to their feet not knowing how they’ll react. But the slow turn with a serious look resulted in a smile and the teen suddenly splashing the kid with the water. The giggling broke out for all three of them making the moms relax and admire the happiness they all now rarely see.

“Yea sure?” Dale questions Y/N as they offered to take one of the night watches with their uncle’s hunting rifle that he’s never used.

“Yeah I’m not sleepy so”

“Okay, only for a couple hours. Then I’ll be up”

Y/N shot him a thumbs up before climbing up the RV and taking a seat on the lawn chair. They watch their surroundings for a while, inevitably falling into a leaning position staring up at the night sky…enjoying all the stars in the sky…part of them couldn’t believe they were loving a moment without their dad.

He just…never seemed to care.

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The thirteen year old strutted out of the hospital still wearing their gown over their tshirt and shorts with the grippy socks and all. Y/N stopped at the end of the walkway seeing Daryl leaning up against Merle’s truck but no Merle. Their shoulders slumped and the frown remained as they approach their uncle.

“Where’s the old man?”

“Jail. Again.” Daryl frowns, his eyes glued to the bandaging on their wrists. “Got called by the cops about bailing him out and when I got there, your dad just. Magically remembered that today was your release day…which I didn’t know anything about and I fucking live with y’all…so I left him there and waited in this parking lot until you got out”

“You didn’t have to…they probably would’ve LOVED to hear me talk about my hooker mom that I never met and deadbeat dad that uses me as a drug rat in my school for more money.”

“Did you actually—-“

“Not the drug rat part. Just enough for them to let me leave…” They frown dropping their shoes that had the shoelaces pulled out so that they can slip them on. “Can you re-lace them for me when we get home?”

“Mhm” Daryl really couldn’t pull his eyes from the obvious as Y/N felt the words get stuck about addressing it.

“You think Dad would’ve…actually come and pick me up?”

“Honest?”

“Prefer it…”

“Probably not” Daryl frowns extending his hand to take their bag and toss it into the bed of the truck turning back to the kid seeing the glued stare of theirs. “I don’t wanna ask if you’re not okay to talk about it”

“It wasn’t even dad who found me…just one of his hook ups. You were on that road trip on your bike. Paramedics couldn’t reach yea and reached…Merle who didn’t hesitate to get me committed. The kitchen isn’t going to look pretty when we get home…I’ll cle—-“

“I’ll clean it up. Just…please talk to me if you need somebody.” Daryl felt the ache in his chest hearing all of that coming from them as he couldn’t help but pull them into his embrace. “You’re my family too, and I’m sorry for being a bitch too most of your life”

Y/N brought their arms around him not understanding the full extent of hugging but the safe feeling they got from it…made them hold on longer.

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“You—-DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHO YOU’RE AFFECTIN’ HERE?!” Daryl snaps at the sheriff in front of him feeling Shane push him back to avoid any physical altercation.

“Just you I’m assumin’” Rick held his hands up defensively but those words caused a lot of looks in his direction. “Now what am I missing here?!”

“Rick, honey, Merle is—-“

“What is Uncle Daryl yelling?” Y/N joins the party wearing one of Merle’s tan button downs over their long sleeves as the similar shirt is what caught Rick’s attention.

They’re too young to be a lover—-well. Everybody’s seen Merle right? Rick thought but then instantly received whiplash of the word “uncle” that came from their mouth realizing he just handcuffed someone’s father to a roof and left him there. “Shit. I—-“

“Y/N, he didn’t mean to” Shane tried to cover for his best friend as Daryl shoved the other cop off of him going to his confused kid.

“Something happened to Merle”

Y/N frowns instantly as the words left behind were the only ones that stuck out in Daryl’s explanation but before he could get riled up again. The fifteen year old made their way toward’s Rick and his guilt expression before suddenly having their fist meet his face without a second thought. Rick went down instantly and scrambled a bit confused on how much strength that teenager carried as the confused turned to anger and then sorrow within seconds. Lori didn’t bother getting involved, nor did Shane or Daryl. Rick instantly knew that he deserved it for the decision he made even if Merle is who he is.

“Look…I’m—-“

“Shut the fuck up, pig” Y/N kicked the dirt at him before storming off wiping the tears away on their way back to their tent.

“You’re not gonna fight him too right? Cuz we’ll knock your ass down” Shane tells Daryl who shot him a glare.

“The kid said enough for the both of us” Daryl frowns leaving to talk to Y/N before even talking to the retired sheriff how they’re going to get his brother back.

His anxiety got the best of him when he opened their tent seeing Y/N fiddling with their knife. But the action was stopped when he entered, to avoid his assumptions.

“Is he dead?”

“Dunno”

“Are we going to go get him?”

“I will go get him. With some of those fucks by the looks of it.”

“Why won’t you let me go”

“Because if shit hits the fan, you ain’t getting yourself killed.”

“And lose you too? Fucking think for once Uncle Daryl.” Y/N frowns picking up their knife and putting it in its sheath pushing past him.

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“You’re seriously leavin’? For how long?”

“Just for a week. Why the fuck does that matter to you?”

“Who’s gonna help me and Y/N—-“

“No. I’ve told yea. Countless times. Not to take Y/N on these runs. Your buyers can wait and this Jesse dude? Will get his money later” Daryl picks up his bag looking at the oblivious but happy six year old sitting at the coffee table fiddling with a plush bear he’s never seen before. “Did you steal that?”

“Isn’t stealing bad?”

“Na—-“

“Yes. Don’t listen to your old man. And don’t go to sketchy places with him either.”

“Who gonna watch me?” Y/N frowns looking up at her uncle as Merle gave him more of an amused one. They both can be jerks.

“Your dealer…can fucking wait another day” Daryl snaps at his brother slamming the door on his way out resulting in the kid flinching.

Merle turns to his kid thinking what would happen if he left her at home but then he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Daryl if he came home before him.

“You win this round, kid”

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Daryl yells off the top of his lungs taking out every walker in sight growing anxious the more screaming he heard from these people.

A loud whistle rang through as the archer quickly drew his attention to the RV finding Y/N on the ladder after they had taken a few sickos out to get there to grab their uncle attention.

Once the threat was taken care of, Daryl quickly went to his kid checking their person finding the whistle around their neck. It’s a dumb otter shape whistle that he bought when both Merle and him lost Y/N in a zoo. Of course they would be a wanderer. Y/N snapped in his face to get his attention back as he did another check of their person only to get punched in the shoulder.

“You bit?!”

“No! You find dad?”

“No…found something of him but I don’t think you wanna know”

You’re right. I don’t. Y/N frowns watching the sobbing display happening around them as a part of them started to feel guilty for liking the time without their dad around.

But they couldn’t help it. With a father like that, why would you want to be around them?

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Merle carried his plastic bag of belongings out of the prison to be greeted with his truck and his brother’s enraged expression.

“Where the fuck is the rugrat?”

“At home. With a babysitter”

“Wow how the fuck did yea—-“ Merle was suddenly cut off by Daryl punching him right in the jaw making him stumble to the ground. “Hey what gives?”

“YOUR FUCKING KID GOT A HOLD OF YOUR STASH AND ALMOST DIED” Daryl snaps not giving a damn of the curious guard watching the interaction. “If you don’t do fucking better. CPS will take her”

“So? She’d be somewhere fucking better”

Daryl frowns about to kick Merle’s ass when it clicked to him.

“If you wanted to be a goddamn father so much, why didn’t you take the responsibility from me?”

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Daryl blames a lot of Y/N’s childhood on himself. He should’ve been more present then a lot of the mistakes that occurred wouldn’t have happened.

Her overdosing on her father’s supply, making him lose temporary custody of her.

They’re coming out resulting in a few profanities thrown and Merle expressing his very conservative side. Inevitably having them run away until they realized three days in a drug addict’s apartment is better than a park bench.

The attempt during a time where the only one who understands responsibility wasn’t there…to a relapse that he wish didn’t happen

Amongst a whole lot of other things…Daryl really wanted to give them a life they wanted even when the world ended.

But the universe keeps on taking…

“You followed one of my men” This unknown voice didn’t freak out Y/N entirely. They’ve been in these situations way too often in the world before. Mostly watching their dad get the shit beat out of him by an angry drug lord’s goons. “How did you even manage to catch up? He was in a car and when you got caught. You were on foot”

“Could’ve been a track star if god gave me more of a nuclear family instead of one idiot being my dad and the other being an absent family member half the time” Y/N kicked their feet amused as their hands were straining to the rope. The footsteps drew closer but stopped where they couldn’t turn around to see who it was.

“Where did y’all come from? Where’s your camp?”

“Gonna take a whole lot for me to just roll over, buddy”

The voice sighed before approaching the door to the room they were in and opening it. Letting another set of unknown footsteps bring themselves in. Y/N couldn’t make out the hushed whispers.

But the flinch Merle experienced about to land a punch on Glenn, made him stop trying to get answers out of the guy. All he did was listening to the screaming that both knew wasn’t Maggie.

“Who followed yea”

“What?”

“ANSWER ME” Merle snaps at Glenn instead of throwing punches as he didn’t reply right away but given the look in his eyes.

The Governor watched as his right hand stepped out with a rage filled expression about to deck the man beside him that had bloodied knuckles.

“Who else did y’all find?”

“Why does that matter? Did you get anything out of the guy?”

“No—Now answer—“

“Just some teenager that was with them. They weren’t giving answers so boss man had me work my magic” The brute laughs slightly as the Governor noticed Merle’s tense composure and clenched fist.

“You said your brother is a part of this group. After recognizing the guy”

“So?”

“Do you know the girl?”

“No, but I was about to—-“

“I’ll go talk to the girl…you talk to your kid” The Governor pats Merle’s shoulder, heading back inside with the other.

Leaving Merle to find himself standing outside the door where his kid, his fucking blood that they beat to get answers out of, sat waiting and not knowing what is happening to their friends.

The door opening caused Y/N to flinch in their fetal position lifting their head to look at the door but that was difficult given their left eye swollen shut and the other they didn’t want to open at all.

“What hurts”

Y/N couldn’t help the painful laugh to escape their bruised throat. They uncomfortably turned their body to the other side even if it meant laying on more broken ribs.

“Kid. What. Hurts.” Merle yells causing them to flinch once more but also him retract a bit. “Y/N…I ain’t asking anything else. Not asking about your camp. Daryl. Nothing. Just you”

“Now? N-NOW?!” Y/N snaps wincing when they raised their voice, struggling to sit up as Merle took note of the pain they were experiencing in their wrists and legs when getting up. “Why is it now that you fucking care?!”

“Y/N—-“

“Just cuz you got your goddamn hand cut off doesn’t mean you just fucking book it. Or not even bother to go and find your goddamn kid.” Y/N stopped to spit up some blood making Merle grow anxious as he tried stepping close but they stepped back. “I knew you never gave a fucking damn about me. You only cared when I was smaller or when I was your goddamn pack mule—-I SHOULDVE JUST BEEN YOUR KID. NOT YOUR GODDAMN HELP” they dropped on that last note feeling the pain get the best of them as the tears came on. “What I learned from yea…helps me now…never helped me then…do you even remember the good years? Where you were actually a dad?”

“I never wanted you” Merle finally admits the one thing, Y/N has been begging him since they knew better for him to straight up say. But the pain started to become unbearable as he spoke. “Daryl reminded me everyday how terrible of a father I was. How I was like your grandpa. Be thankful you never met the fuck”

“I’ll send a postcard to hell” Y/N curls up a bit hunched over. “What the fuck are you getting—-“

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t love yea. I never wanted you. But you were the best thing to happen, next to leaving my old man’s place to escape his abuse. The only reason you came out with a heart wasn’t because of me.” Merle frowns kneeling to his kid’s level checking their person with his eyes knowing if he tried to touch they’d lash out. “But because of Daryl. When I was in prison for the four years you can barely remember, he raised yea. He took yea to school. Got you what you wanted the right way. He told the social worker the day you OD’d, that he would take custody of yea”

The tears running down their face were turning into more of a mix. The pain…and the pain caused by the blur of those four years that they couldn’t accept because of all the agony caused in all the others.

“Dad…I wanna go home” Y/N begs reaching out to him as Merle carefully took them into his arms quickly breaking the knife off the other so that he could carry his kid out of there when the moment was right.

But the group was already going to rescue them.

When Merle stepped out carrying Y/N in his arms feeling their grip weaken, he was stopped by both Maggie and Glenn aiming the stolen weapons at the man. Maggie was confused about the two being together but that was a story for later, and Merle turned to Glenn who instantly knew what was happening.

“You follow me and I’ll help yea out of here. As long as you take them”

“Deal. But you can’t follow us”

“No shit. I don’t like yea…but I know they mean something to all of yea.” Merle states handing Y/N off as they suddenly grabbed a fist full of his shirt staring him down. “This is for your safety and your groups. Now follow me”

Merle got the three out, but also ran into the others. Who wants to kill Merle is pretty much what was happening as everyone wanted a piece of the man except those he shares blood with. For the most part. Glenn and Maggie protested against having the eldest Dixon stay with them at the prison, but given he lead them out of there and that he didn’t go through with prying it out of Glenn…they bent. But only if he listened to them and helped them work with Woodbury or get rid of the threat.

“They alright?”

“They passed out after the adrenaline wore off. Should be fine as long as they don’t move for a while” Hershel checked their pulse for the third time since returning to the prison before getting up to leave the cell room when both Dixon brothers stared intensely at the doc. “If the bruising on their side from the broken ribs gets worse, I’ll have to relieve it with what I’ve got”

“Could steal medical supplies from Woodbury”

“You’re a fugitive” Daryl frowns. “Need to find somethin’ now to take care of it”

“Y’all can’t do anything to save them if we have a target on our backs” Rick interrupts the two for only a second but clearly their attention wasn’t going to be taken unless something more major happens. “Merle. Think you can map out Woodbury of its weak—-“

“I’ll give yea whatever the fuck you want if it means you’d leave me alone for goddamn five minutes” Merle snaps leaving with Rick to take care of business as Hershel steps out to grab a few things for Y/N, ultimately leaving Daryl alone with them.

As Daryl sat beside Y/N’s bedside in place of Hershel, he watches them stir a bit from discomfort making him tug the blanket to cover them more and resting the back of his hand on their forehead.

“M’not hot”

“Just double checkin’.”

“Ain’t no doc…” Y/N flinched to the sound of Daryl’s chair moving when all he wanted was to bring it closer. “Dad didn’t do it…”

“He’s told me who fucking did it, and he ain’t livin’ for much longer” Daryl states watching Y/N fall back asleep as that moment Rick came back needing his input on the plan.

Talking to the Governor is full proof. Being civil about it before taking matters into your own hands. Or Merle’s. Daryl left with Rick and a few others for the meeting with the Governor. Merle decided to take that opportunity to steal medical supplies from his old community for Y/N and extra for the hell of it. Michonne followed Merle to get answers of her own but also make sure he wasn’t leaving to tell anybody anything.

They will be okay. They will be okay. Merle frowns getting everything they will possibly need as his thoughts and actions were interrupted by the door springing open.

The swordsman quickly drew her katana when Merle drew his knife. The two relaxed realizing who it was but given Michonne’s issue with the guy, she kept an eye on him.

“I heard stories”

“So?”

“You think you can do all of this to redeem yourself for the pain you inflicted on this group? Let alone your own child”

“They’re practically an adult, I’m not doing this shit for anybody else but my kid, and I’m not looking for a fucking award” Merle snaps filling the duffle with anything and everything in the medical ward. The unexpected thing was Michonne receiving the duffle. “And I ain’t letting that bastard live”

Michonne returns. No Merle. Daryl leaves in search for Merle while the group in the prison prepares for an attack.

Hershel checks Y/N once more when they were moved in a secure area that won’t be affected by the attack. He notices their eyes following his movements and thought something was going on physically but once he stopped checking their bruising, they sighed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Useless…”

“You are hurt, the others don’t want yea risking further injury”

“Yknow…when my dad was missing…I was kind of relieved.” Y/N frowns fiddling with the buttons on their shirt. “Not like…I didn’t have the freedom when he was around…least I didn’t have to hear him bitch when I did shit…”

The doc took their wrist to check their pulse like he’s been doing every hour but also listening to their rambling that he thought was them reaching unconsciousness again. But they kept on.

“Now he’s back…yea think he gonna leave again?”

“When I was an alcoholic…the first time around, I’d disappear to avoid disappointing my family. Yeah to the local watering hole but didn’t want to hurt Maggie and Beth with my presence…” Hershel sets their arm down bringing the blanket back to cover them. “But it hurt them more not to have me there for’em. I don’t know your dad. Or your uncle for that matter. Besides that both would do anything for yea…I doubt they’re gonna leave in any way.”

The reassurance was needed.

Again.

And again.

Y/N watches from the entrance to their cellblock as Rick helps direct Woodbury folk out of the bus they took. Daryl quietly approaches their side sitting on the steps with them as they kept their gaze away from him after hearing the news. Recklessness was definitely a Dixon thing. Except only two out of the three know how to save themselves.

“We don’t have to talk about it”

“Good. I don’t want to”

Daryl frowns wanting to find the right words then remembered what he found on Merle’s body and got up for a second to retrieve it from his bike. When he returned, Y/N watches as the photo comes into their view taking it from their uncle’s extended hand.

“Your old man never left without that. Even when we both thought he was the worse father anybody could have” Daryl returns to his seat right beside them. “You were a pain as a baby. Found myself sleeping in the truck to leave Merle to take care of you. But when I came back one morning, you were sound asleep on him. So I took that for him. Thought he didn’t like it. Found it on his person when…he died.”

Y/N continues to stare at the photo letting the achey feeling in their chest get worse and ultimately make the tears roll off their cheeks.

“That son of a bitch…”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #PLATONIC #I hope you like this I’m sorry it took so long 😭#daryl dixon fanfiction

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"Greeting Death With A Smile"

Summary: Mansk is present on the boat for the last fight against Sully and Neytiri. He gets wounded and thinks he’s going to die alone. Luckily you find him in time, but you don’t know if it’s already too late.

WARNINGS: uhm TEARS, ANGST, Death, Blood, Violence tiniest bit of sad fluff, I’M BALLING MY EYES OUT WHILE WRITING THIS I THINK THAT SAYS ENOUGH

(Like, read at your own risk cuz I’m in pain I miss him sm)

Word Count: 4102

If u wanna feel even sadder i recommend you listen to (When it‘s cold I‘d like to die alone) it helped me cry my eyes out to the point that the tears burned my skin :)

Quaritch was giving instructions while, Lyle, Z-Dog, Prager, Mansk, and I stood close and listened. We were the only recom’s that I knew were alive. All the others had since been killed but since new things always kept happening, we couldn’t let our guard down and there was no time to mourn.

I had to run past Ja who lay lifeless on deck and it made me feel sick. I felt the urge to at least pull his body somewhere else but I knew we didn’t have time.

We had two of Jake’s kids hostage here with us and the Colonel was trying to get him to turn himself in for his daughters.

I sighed, not knowing whether I would live to see another day. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing this or whether I thought it was right. But as a marine, you’re taught to listen to orders, even if you don’t agree with them. Listen and obey. That’s how you become a good soldier. And definitely never doubt your superior because they know what they’re doing.

Deep down, I did doubt it though. Not just Quaritch’s plan but this whole mission. Our existence. It was all still a big mess to me.

“Hold fire!” Quaritch orders as we watch him and Spider dive back into the water.

“He’s comin’.” he added, turning to me and another human soldier.

I pin my ears back and hold back a shiver from the cold. My clothes were wet but ignored the feeling and focused on holding my weapon ready.

“Let’s get this guy.” Quaritch said like it were the easiest thing in the world. My ears perk up. I listen even though I doubt. Even though I don’t understand, I listen.

“It’s what we came here for.” the Colonel keeps talking, looking at everyone around him.

I notice how all of us are no longer fully with him. Prager and I exchange looks but with no expression because we are both in denial of our doubts and worries. Pretending they aren’t real.

Even Lyle doesn’t nod along to his superior's words like he usually would. He would always back up everything Quaritch said but now he just stared at the ground, holding his gun and letting the Colonel’s words go in one ear and out the other.

Mansk looks at us and I can tell he has the same problem. We aren’t convinced but what option do we have? We’ve already done so much harm here. Once again. There’s no turning back because we’re marked down as the enemy for every single Na’vi on this planet.

We aren’t wanted here so we must listen.

To be completely honest, when I look at Quaritch one may think he knows what he’s doing. But I also occasionally catch a glimpse of doubt in his eyes. As if he weren’t sure why he would want to do this. Maybe he isn’t. I know damn well most of us hate the humans we used to be but we can’t do anything about it.

He claps his hands together and his confident expression returns. He tells us to take our places and I look at the ground before going to cover my area of ground.

We waited in silence for Sully to arrive and within the next few minutes, something exploded on the top deck. Prager and Z-Dog ran up the steps while I stayed on the lower deck with the rest of the team which is also where our hostages were.

My ears flick in multiple directions as I hear screams and I see Neytiri land on her Ikran. Her presence here meant death to many. Perhaps it would be me too.

Bodies start falling and I run over to pull a few soldiers out of the fire. Quaritch retreated to take cover close to where the two kids were while Lyle and Mansk continued to cover their ground.

Someone shouted ‘Eyes up’ and I saw Jake and Neytiri land on the lower deck now. That meant they wiped out the entire top deck already.

I see Lyle and Mansk still standing and am about to go to them when I hear a scream of agony behind me. An injured soldier covered in flames. Without thinking, I run to him, pulling him away from the oil-covered metal pole and helping him put out the fire on his leg. He’s missing his other one.

He lets his body fall back and sighs a little in relief, seeming to not feel the pain of his missing leg due to shock. I know he won’t make it through this. There is no one here to help. Everyone is trying to live.

Quickly, I turn around and that’s when I see Lyle get pushed over the rail by Jake who turns in the opposite direction of me. Mansk is no longer in sight.

I leave the wounded man behind because he passed out and I wouldn’t be able to help him anyway. I also just happened to care slightly more for Mansk and Lyle.

I jog over to a large red metal pole, keeping my gun raised an looking around. Maybe a recom was injured and needed aid or perhaps I could spot either Jake or Neytiri and get at least one of them down.

I press myself against the side of the column, looking over my shoulder at the rail which Lyle fell down. His body looked limp as it fell, making my gut wrench. Probably nothing I could save.

Suddenly I hear a distant shout.

“Y/N!” the voice of the Colonel echoes through the blood-stained walls of the ship.

I flinch and just as I go to turn around, my knee is kicked in and I’m hit in the head with the base of a gun.

I fall forwards and my body summersaults over a rail. My movements stop for a split second until my weight rolls to one side and suddenly I’m falling again. I land on the hard ground with a big thud which sends immense waves of pain through my body.

In a state of shock, I look up at the hole I was pushed in but no one is standing there anymore.

Slowly I get up, holding my side. I can’t move properly. I think I broke or at least cracked a rib. The lights in here are broken and since only a few work, it’s very dim.

I look up and notice I’m not alone.

Mansk couldn’t comprehend what happened fast enough. His heart dropped when Jake pointed the gun at him but luckily he ran out of ammo. In the next second, he lost his balance and hit his head on a metal pole next to him, falling over it. He saw Jake take his gun and launch it away before his upper body started tilting back.

His upper body was resting over what seemed to be a dent in the ground but as he slowly turned in pain, he realised it went further down. Mansk felt as though he was slowly falling through the ground but he couldn’t prevent it because his eyes kept blacking out. He saw how he slowly fell into darkness and his feet lifted into the air, falling with him into the void.

The sound of gunshots and shouts was distant now and he lay at the bottom of the hole he didn’t see before. Light reflected inside from the fire above but it wasn’t strong enough to help him see.

He groaned in pain, slowly lifting his injured body off the ground and pushing himself against a wall so that he was sitting upright. Mansk saw his shades on the ground next to him and noticed they were broken.

He once made a joke that he would die with them when Lyle teased him about constantly wearing them. Maybe it was time.

His head would drop in the direction the ship tilted as he lay limp against the cold metal.

Mansk shouted for help, calling out the names of the people he thought might still be around but there was no answer. No one heard him.

His vision became blurry and when he looked down he saw his abdomen was covered in a small puddle of blood. Whether it was his he didn’t know.

But he wasn’t afraid he would die. This is how he imagined it. He knew very well that one doesn’t mourn death in the military on Pandora. Mansk was ready to close his eyes for the last time and die alone, in peace. After all, it was his fate. Even though he hadn’t accomplished his mission, this is what always awaited him.

He lost track of time and seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness every few minutes. What woke him up was a scream which came from right above him and a thud of a body which landed a few feet from Mansk. His eyes managed to open and he saw a blue figure. Blood pumped through his veins as the feeling of fear returned again but once he noticed the U.S uniform, he dropped his head back in relief. It wasn’t Jake or Neytiri.

I whine out in agony as I straighten my posture and see Mansk sitting and leaning against a wall. My face brightens and for a second I forget about the pain.

“Mansk!” I shout, leaning back down on all fours and hugging my waist while looking up at him. He lifts his head and his eyes widen when he sees me.

“Y/N?” he asks, but his voice sounds weak. I smile, feeling relieved he’s alive and that I’m not alone.

“Oh thank god, I thought everyone was-” I say, crawling over to him before my hand comes in contact with a small puddle of fluid. I want to shake if off my skin but when I glance down I notice its colour. It’s not water, it’s blood. And it’s not mine but his.

My heart sinks when my eyes move higher up Mansk’s body, noticing how his blood has drenched the clothes on his stomach. When I look up at him he’s gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. Just above them, a new trail of blood is forming and slowly drizzling down the side of his face.

“Oh, Mansk…” I whisper, ignoring my own pain and kneeling next to him. His eyes follow me as I move around him and he looks weak and exhausted. I don’t think he can move much more than his head.

“Where are you hurt?” I ask, gently lifting his arm to check whether the blood is coming from his side.

“I don’t know…” he whispers, barely moving his lips or jaw. His eyes occasionally close while I apply pressure to check where the pain is coming from.

I hear him hiss through clenched teeth and I gently return it to its previous position. “Sorry,” I whisper.

He breathes heavily through his nose, looking down at himself. I notice how the blood doesn’t seem to stop.

“Come on, we need to get you back.” I softly say, lifting his arm over my shoulder. But I didn’t know how to get out of here, I was just hoping that the darkness would lead to a door which could lead us outside.

“No.” he breathes out and his body tenses. I freeze my movements and look at him.

“You can’t stay here Mansk.” I say, trying to motivate him to see if he can get up.

“I can’t move.” he whispers, biting down on his teeth as he tries to pull his arm from my shoulder.

“Y/N, I can’t feel my legs…” His jaw trembles and his voice breaks a little. His words go straight to my heart, seeming to tear it in two.

I look away, furrowing my eyebrows together while I convince myself that there must be another way. Quickly, in hopes of helping him, I lean over his body and apply pressure on his big wound to try and stop the bleeding.

I feel the corners of my eyes sting and my nose itch. The common sign that showed me I was about to tear up.

Mansk sighed and when I looked up at him he was softly smiling at me. It wasn’t a happy smile, but an appreciative one.

Mansk knew that what you were doing wouldn’t save him, but your attempt made him smile. Knowing you cared enough about him not to leave him behind warmed his heart as it slowed its beating.

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna get you out of here.” I say, having to look away because otherwise, I might just break down. But my words didn’t seem to convince Mansk at all. They just refreshed his fading smile.

Even if we would somehow make it out of this room, our chances of dying were probably worse on deck because Jake and Neytiri were still there. And if they weren’t, there was no way we could get off this ship. We were both too wounded to fly our Ikrans. It wouldn’t work.

With the next inhale he tensed up and coughed while I steadied him and kept him sitting upright. His legs were motionlessly laying on the floor in front of him while his chest heaved. I noticed him cough out a few drops of blood which is what did it for me. Mansk wasn’t doing well and my hopes of him surviving were dying out.

“Thank you…” he whispered as his cough finally retreated. I look up at him through glossy eyes, wondering what he meant. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry, because crying would be acknowledging that he wasn't going to make it. As long as I held them back, there was still hope in me.

“I thought I’d-” he said, being cut off by gasping for air. “...die alone.”

A smile formed on his lips again as his eyes remained fixed on my face.

Mansk knew all recom’s were something close to friends but he didn’t think he ever had anyone close enough to him to stay with him through his last moments. He expected to be left behind somewhere, injured and no longer deemed as useful.

“Come on Mansk, don’t give up on me.” I say, my forced calm voice breaking as I feel my bottom lip begin to quiver.

“I’m glad you’re here…” he struggled to say, forcing the words out of his pained chest while keeping his faint smile. It was slowly fading again.

I gasp, pressing my lips together to not lose it. I reach for his limp and blood-stained hand and hold it between both of mine. Feeling how cold it is has me fighting back tears.

I shiver from shock and pain. My broken rib was poking me and it hurt like hell.

"I can't save us." I whisper to myself, my voice trembling.

Suddenly, I feel how my legs are wetted and I look down, dreading to see blood but this time it is water. The room was slowly tilting to one side and the water was flowing in from the other side of the room. Mansk had noticed it too.

“You-” he said before coughing up more blood and I lost it. “You need to go.” he said, his voice sounding pained and forced. I knew he was suffering but I couldn’t let him die here.

“I’m not leaving you, Mansk.” I whisper, pressing his palm against my cheek. The tears blur my vision before spilling down my cheek, burning my skin a little.

“You can- live.” he says, swallowing back a cough while he struggles to breathe.

I clench my eyes closed, not wanting him to leave me as well. I knew Mansk for a long time and even though we were never really close, he had been a part of my life since I arrived on Pandora. We rarely talked but we knew we had each other's back and it didn’t cross my mind that I could lose him during this war. Now that I was face to face with the aftermath of violence, I was crumbling down. He meant too much to me, I couldn’t let him go.

“Don’t worry about me.” I whisper, forcing a trembling smile onto my face. I point to the opening of the hole we fell through. “I’ll get out there.” I say and his eyes slowly drift from my face to the opening in the ceiling and then back to me. He doesn’t seem sure of it but he doesn’t question it any further. His movements become so faint that I notice his presence slowly fading away. Mansk’s eyes slowly unfocus from my face and I reach out and cup his cheek while tears continue to spill from my eyes.

“Mansk-” I sob, trying to stay composed in front of him. He blinked, opening his slowly closing eyes a bit more and looking at me again.

“... stay with me, come on.”

My fingers gently tap his cheek while the water on the floor mixes with his blood.

Mansk opens his mouth to say something but he can’t push out a single word and instead, he slowly struggles to inhale before closing his mouth again.

I hold his palm against my chest, roughly where my heart is as I try to keep his attention on me.

“Please, don’t do this to me…” I sob, clutching his hand. He stares at me and his eyes look sad but he can’t say or do anything.

“Mansk, please you’re all I have left.” I cry out, dropping my head down before looking up at him.

“Thank you…” he repeats and ever so faintly whispers. He was grateful I was by his side because in truth Mansk did want to live. Mansk wanted to wake up to the morning the next day and be with everyone else. But that wasn’t possible. Not only because he was slowly dying, but because everyone has had since probably died.

I rub my thumb over his cheek, trying to comfort him. He’s looking into my eyes and furrows his eyebrows together a little as if he were confused about whether my tears are actually for him. Like he didn’t think he was worth my pain.

Mansk looked at me almost apologetically and his lips parted while he tried to get more air into his lungs. I couldn’t see his chest heaving anymore but I felt so mild air fanning from his mouth with small exhales.

I bit down on my lip, watching him and needing proof of life every few seconds.

He’s staring at me, grateful he wasn’t left alone and I notice how his eyes start to unfocus again. I gently tap his cheek, waiting for his eyes to readjust like they did last time but this time Mansk’s head is slowly falling to the side and into my palm. His eyes fade out and stare into nothing as they move from my face to the empty space behind me. His soft breath stopped fanning against my hand and his face was no longer contorted in pain or sorrow. It was blank and relaxed.

Mansk’s hand slowly drifted off my chest and loosely fell on his lap.

I wanted to scream and call his name but all words got stuck in my throat and I held onto him while my mouth gaped open. Tears fell from my face onto his now lifeless and numb body.

His blood continued to colour the rising water around me red. It had already overflowed his legs and reached up to his waist.

I held on to his body, pressing my face against his shoulder and crying my eyes out.

At this point, I had lost absolutely everyone and everything. We couldn’t return to family on Earth because we were Na’vi and now we had all lost each other.

Z-Dog lay on the top deck with a bow in her hip and one in her face while the ship started to slowly sink.

Prager lay on his side, motionless with a spear through his chest.

Lopez’s body had now sunk to the bottom of the ocean after he was shot by an arrow.

Walker, Zhang and Fike both had been shot down by arrows too.

Warren and Brown got an axe in their body.

Ja I had left behind after he was killed by the Tulkun.

Lyle was floating in the water, struggling to stay above the surface.

I didn’t know where Quaritch was but I knew he couldn’t help me.

And Mansk… lay bleeding out in front of me, lifeless and cold. His head was tilted to the side and I knew that he was gone. I could never talk to him again. I would never see him again. I know even if I survived, they wouldn’t retrieve his body and he would stay here and sink with the ship.

The water was filling the room more rapidly now but I still clung on to Mansk, crying his name.

I noticed his broken shades floating in the water and picked them up.

Remembering how much he liked to wear them I steadied his head and carefully put them on him after closing his eyelids. He would have thanked me if he could have for this.

My body was shaking but I knew I was going to die here too if I didn’t leave soon. I get up and the water reached up to Mansk’s neck already. It was gushing in from a half-open door on the other side of the dark room.

I look up, making sure the exit is still there but suddenly I see the water start flowing in from the top. The entire room is slowly turning over and the water flowing on deck has managed to push over the door which now completely closed off the hole we were in.

The room gets a lot darker and the water is leaking in from the side and from the top.

I groan out in pain through my sobs. I have tears staining my cheeks and my nose became runny and stuffed. This isn’t how I wanted things to end. We were finally starting to enjoy being alive on Pandora and now we died because our past selves made us finish something they couldn’t.

I look back at Mansk and see that he is fully submerged in the water now. I cry out, hating how helpless he is and how helpless I feel now. My side aches even more and I clutch my broken rib, trying to bite back the pain. I wouldn’t be able to swim in this anyway.

Within minutes, my feet are no longer touching the ground and my head is bumping against the ceiling. I’m crying out for help in pain but no one can hear anything over the noise of the flowing water. I wonder if anyone is still alive but I highly doubt it. There is a crack in the wall which is letting the oxygen in the room be replaced with water. I struggle to swim and keep my head above the surface.

(Art)

But then I ask myself, why I’m fighting? There was no use to it. Everyone was gone and I was stuck and injured.

I deeply inhale one last time before the entire room is submerged in water. My eyes open and I peer down at Mansk, who is lifelessly half laying at the bottom.

Since I’m going to die I might as well join him there so neither of us has to be alone.

I swim down with the last of my strength, watching how the last few bubbles of air escape his slightly parted lips. My hand once again reaches for his and I hold on to it for some form of comfort before I face upwards and let all the air I have to escape my lungs.

I start choking and look at Mansk. The light specks on our skin were slightly illuminating the water but his were more faded. I looked closer and watched how the light slowly vanished from him, one dot at a time.

It wasn’t long before I started drowning and a few minutes later, my lifeless, artificial blue body sunk down and joined Mansk on the floor of the ship.

Our bodies would stay here, most likely forever since all the death here was just a failed mission.

The lights from my body had now disappeared too and we were dragged down to the bottom of the ocean along with the ship. All because some humans wanted us to finish what they couldn’t.

So there I lay, greeting death with a smile once again, in hopes of meeting Mansk someday and somewhere far from here.

(I'm going to try and make some art to this)

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Pink Scarf - PART 11 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEXXX. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 4655

A/N: Well, the beginning of this is absolute filth, which y'all deserve after the roller coaster that was Part 10! But fear not, there is still plenty of angst to go around as our Reader begins to be confronted with all of her choices.

I so appreciate your patience cuz it took me longer than I wanted to get this one out. Life keeps getting in the way, and trust me, if all I could dive into was this, my ask box, and my EP obsession, I'd do only that! LOL

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments are definitely helping me power through some of these particularly gnarly chapters. This community is making me so happy, I can't even tell you. The asks are just so much fun and I'm so happy that I can bring a little joy (and lust) into your lives! This story (and EP) has taken over my heart and soul, so for those of you still with me, and to all the newcomers, I'm sending you all the love! And I promise there's more good stuff coming ahead, complete with more smut, angst, and tension.

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone.

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

“Hey, baby,” Elvis purrs in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from behind, gazing at you in the bathroom mirror.

“Hi,” you reply. You can’t help but fall back into him, even though that voice in your head is screaming for you to stop this silliness before you get hurt. It’s just sex, you remind yourself. I can be with him if it’s just sex. He’s achingly beautiful in a way you have never seen him before, all tousled and sleepy, with none of the primping and preening that might accentuate his natural state. It’s just him existing, everything else stripped away.

It’s already late in the day, and you know you have to leave soon, but the thought fills you with dread, knowing the spell of this night will be over. You don’t know if you’ll ever have a night like this with him again. At least you aren’t heading back to Memphis as planned, though it might be better for everyone in the long run if you were. But despite your conflicted feelings about your relationship, you are still intrigued with the possibilities related to the job Elvis is offering you. I’m staying for that, you think, that and the amazing sex.

“I’m glad you stayed over last night. I like having you here when I wake up,” he says, squeezing you a little.

Your heart wants to leap out of your chest when he says things like that. “I like being here,” you say softly. In fact, I wish I could be here with you all the time, you think. But I can’t.

That thought makes you want to cry.

Elvis turns you around in his arms to face him, those heavy-lidded blue eyes still clouded with sleep. He kisses you, lips gentle at first, and you don’t even care that neither of you has brushed your teeth yet because you want everything, even the mundane things, with him. Even though your logical brain wants to keep you safe, the rest of you is spellbound by him.

His kisses become more insistent and you let them be, winding your arms around his neck, fingers playing in his mussed hair, willing reality to stay away just a little while longer. His large hands splay over the silk of the nightie you threw back on, and he pulls you into him, his tongue rolling over yours.

You’re not sure how it’s possible to be so attracted, so utterly drawn to a person. Somehow, he makes you want him even more than you already have. You’ve never been so satisfied (or had so many orgasms) in your life, yet you are still hungry for him. Unable to contain yourself, you sigh in his mouth.

And Elvis is so attuned to you that he knows that you want him and just how to pleasure you, in some ways you don’t even know yourself. Still naked, he moves his bare thigh between your legs, bracing you against the counter. His cool skin meets your warm, bare center, his dick resting soft but heavy on your thigh, and you bite your lip at the sensation. It’s like you aren’t yourself, the way you automatically and needily roll your hips, desperate for the friction he is providing you by just being there. You’d much rather be consumed by him than by the thoughts of all the ways you can’t have him.

You move slowly at first, letting your clit and pussy drag over him, back and forth, back and forth, working yourself up, until you feel the wetness begin to slide in between you. The feeling is delicious, and you can scarcely believe that you are so incredibly turned on just by riding his toned thigh.

“That’s it, honey. Take what you need,” his voice rumbles in your ear, the vibrations shooting down into your core and adding to the burning warmth rapidly growing in your belly. Elvis presses into you, hands on your hips, supporting you. You feel him harden against you as you continue moving on him, kissing his long neck and his scruffed jaw, and you begin to moan softly as your pleasure builds. You feel positively drunk on him, so completely in the moment that you forget everything else: your failing marriage, your recent questionable decision making, your love for Elvis, the fear and excitement of maybe, possibly finding a new purpose in life. Right now, Elvis is all there is.

“EP! Where are you?”

Jack’s voice rings out loud and clear from inside the suite.

Oh, fuck.

You choke, freezing, fear dousing over you like you’ve fallen through ice and into a frozen lake. Wide-eyed, you look at Elvis for help.

His dark eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he is not frantic or panicked in the least. In fact, he looks more perturbed than anything, which completely confounds you since you are quite literally in the middle of fucking his damn thigh and your husband is now mere feet away.

“Jacky—I’m in the john, man, and it’s gonna be a bit, so make yourself comfortable out there,” Elvis finally calls out naturally. Guess he picked up a thing or two in Hollywood after all, you think.

You are caught between your arousal, your terror, and your wanting to laugh hysterically at the excuse, at the entire situation. You didn’t know you could feel all these things at once and you are overwhelmed, trapped. Your unsuspecting husband is right there in the other room. You’re cursing Jack for interrupting this moment and cursing yourself for being in this position.

“Tell him to go away!” you mouth at Elvis.

To your shock, he shakes his head, his eyes going dark. “I finish what I start, honey,” he says so low, only you can hear, while grinding his thigh into your heat.

Your mouth opens in shock. You have got to be kidding me. You’re not sure what he’s playing at, but the look on his face shows he is not at all joking. It’s dangerous, charged, possessive, almost spiteful. Jealous.

And it sends a thrill through you that you cannot even begin to explain.

Then he kisses you roughly as he continues grinding into you. You think there is no way in hell that you can do this, that you can be aroused with your husband in the other room, but whatever magical prowess Elvis somehow has over you has you questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself. Because, despite your protests, your body has a mind of its own and you start rolling your hips again.

And, god, does it feel good. So good, in fact, that you unconsciously start to moan a little, but before much gets out, Elvis’ long fingers are pushing into your mouth, stopping the sound.

“Gotta be good and quiet for me, mama,” he breathes in your ear. You respond by sucking on his fingers. He grunts quietly, approvingly. Slick arousal pools on his leg as you ride him. That coil in your belly tightens, despite the risk of the situation, or perhaps because of it, you don’t really know. All you know is Elvis makes you feel out of control in ways you never imagined, doing things you would never have dared to do, making you feel things you shouldn’t feel.

Elvis is possessed, devilish, in how he’s seducing you, obviously gaining pleasure from the situation at hand. He cannot seem to contain himself, tearing away from you just long enough to flip you around. You watch in the mirror as he lines himself up to your entrance and pushes into you, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your cry of pleasure at the sensation of him filling you.

Pulling you flush against his chest, his other hand winds to your clit, working it furiously. You are on your tiptoes as he thrusts into you again and again, watching in the mirror, his eyes fierce and determined to stake his claim on you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“Should I take you out there and fuck you right in front of his face, hmm? Show him how he doesn’t deserve you?” he hisses in your ear, looking into your eyes in the mirror. “Show him all the ways I can please you that he can’t?” He snaps his hips in just the right way, hitting that sensitive spot inside you.

Your eyes roll back at that, and you try to stay silent but it’s nearly too much. The heat in your belly is growing exponentially with every filthy word he is saying. You should be mortified by what you are doing, by what he is doing to you, with Jack so close by, but instead you are running headlong towards the edge.

Elvis is plowing into you, driven by jealously and possessiveness, watching you, watching in the mirror what he is doing to you, how he is owning you. Your moans are muffled by his hand but come out nonetheless.

“You want him to hear, baby? You want him to walk in and watch how you take me so good? Cuz that’s what gonna happen if you keep making those sounds, lil’ mama,” he whispers, his lip curling up in a sneer, eyes dark with lust and power.

And that pushes you over the edge. You clutch at the counter as your climax hits you hard and try not to scream out Elvis’ name as your walls flutter around him. You see black and red behind your eyes, writhing against him, completely at his mercy. And he has no mercy for you, not now. He wants to claim every bit of you.

He growls, bending you over the counter, reaching over to turn on the faucet to mask some of the noises he can’t help making. A man on a mission, he drives into you, watching, consumed. You feel his thrusts become uneven, knowing that he’s close. He stutters into you once, twice more before you feel him begin to pulse, but as he is cumming, he pulls out of you. Pumping his dick with his hand and biting his lip in fevered concentration, he pulls up your nightie and finishes on your ass. With surprise, you feel the thick, hot spurts land, and you know he is marking you as his own.

But he doesn’t stop there, no. His cum is dripping out of your pussy, dripping down your ass cheeks and onto your thighs as water pours noisily out of the faucet near your head. Using two long fingers, he pushes some of his arousal back into you and holds it there. Your mouth pops open in an O shape and you relish in the sensation of him filling you again, still sensitive from your climax.

“Fucking mine,” Elvis breathes out as he pushes his fingers deeper, looking you over with wild, dangerous eyes. His tanned, lean body lords over you like a vengeful god, awesome and terrible and beautiful all at the same time. A shiver runs through you, one of pleasure, disbelief, and apprehension. If you weren’t so shockingly aroused by everything he is doing and saying to you, you might be a little scared of the look in his eyes, but instead you are just relishing in the way he’s making you feel.

You can tell by that look that he is not done with you, not yet. He pulls his fingers out of you, turns off the faucet, and walks over to turn on the shower. You lift yourself off the counter, feeling him drip down your legs, watching him curiously. You feel like you are floating, untethered.

“Hey, Jacky, I’m gonna take a shower. You still good out there?” Elvis suddenly calls out. He grins at you like a Cheshire cat.

“Yeah, all good, EP!” you hear Jack yell back. His voice sends a knot into your stomach, but you have little time to dwell on it as Elvis kisses you hard, all teeth and tongue, his hands tangling and pulling in your hair. In your sexed out haze, all you can do is submit to him as he pulls your nightgown over your head and leads you into the large shower, continuing to kiss you.

The water is warm, running over your skin, as he begins to soap up both of you. His hands slip and slide over your body surprisingly gentle considering his state of mind. He plays as he washes, squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples, running his hand down your belly and through your folds, massaging your ass as he washes away the last evidence of your sex. You have to remember to stay quiet as heat rolls through your veins, as your wet, slippery body slides against his. It’s a wonder to you that the man can be so dominating yet also so caring at the same time. Just another thing to add to the list of the ways Elvis Presley is a conundrum.

You try to wash him, but he won’t let you. Instead, he washes himself, then pushes you back into the cold tile of the shower. His lips tickle your ear as he speaks low and quiet: “Gonna make you cum again, baby.” Then he runs his fingers through your still-swollen folds.

“I’m not sure I can,” you whimper quietly in his ear. You’re worried you are too spent, too overstimulated after a long night of sex, and while you’ve never been this aroused, your husband is still right outside the door. Your heart beats hard against your ribcage at the thought.

“Oh, I can do it,” he grins, full of ego and danger. The look alone sends another wave of pleasure through you and you nod, giving in, needing him like you’ve never needed anyone.

Elvis kisses his way down your wet body to his knees, lapping at your clit. You jump at the sensation, still sensitive from earlier. He kisses you there instead, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to give him access to the place he wants to worship yet again, the place he took so wildly only minutes before.

He lathes his tongue flat over your folds and you squirm at the sensation, remembering you need to stay quiet. You hold fast to his shoulders as he licks you again then settles on your clit. He sucks and laps and kisses, using his tongue to coax you back to him, and god knows it’s working, even though you’re not sure how. He slides a finger into your wet heat, then two, then three, pumping into you, curling his fingers to drive you wild in the way only he knows how.

You are so sensitive, you are twitching and writhing under his ministrations. Your heart is throbbing fast in your ears, your breathing labored as you slap your own hand over your mouth in an effort to stay silent and not give yourself away. That heat in your belly is warm and rolling, not as intense as before but there all the same. He has learned fast in five days, already having memorized each way he can make your body sing for him.

Water pelts over his head, running in rivulets down his gorgeous face, plastering his raven hair to his forehead. Water catches in his lashes yet he still looks up at you, eyes like blue flames, devilish but angelic at the same time. Your breath catches at the sight.

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how you’re all mine,” Elvis commands, in whispers, the roar of the water eating the sound.

Then he returns his attentions to you with fierce determination, fingering and eating you with such knowledge that it’s as if he’s telling you that you will never be satisfied by any other man ever again. That he is the only one who can fuck you and love your body in this way. He works as though he’s erasing the men who came before, leaving only him.

The low wave you’re riding begins to peak again and your breathing catches as you clutch at his wet body. You finally surrender with a violent shudder, falling apart around him, your walls fluttering and clenching at his relentless fingers. Your head falls back against the tile, mouth open with breathless sighs as he rides you out. When he pulls his fingers from your soaking heat and replaces them with his mouth, drinking you in, you collapse over him, so overstimulated that tears of pleasure leak from your eyes. You choke back the moans that want to escape your lips as his tongue wickedly works you over, as though tasting his triumph.

You’ve never in your life been so thoroughly fucked out, because, somehow, Elvis seems to top himself every day in that regard. Finally, he comes up from beneath your legs, washing his face in the rapidly cooling water before standing up to kiss you. He seems to have satisfied whatever possessive need came over him and you practically fall into his arms. He washes the slick from between your thighs for you before turning off the shower.

You are unable to form cohesive thoughts, too blissed out, too shocked at yourself and at him for doing what you just did with your husband so nearby. Your limbs shake with the exertion, and you feel wobbly and lightheaded. Elvis takes care of you, drying you off and wrapping a plush terrycloth robe around you. You can barely look at him. His essence is too overwhelming for you right now, and you are too trapped in your confusing web of feelings about him.

Elvis kisses you, whispering things you don’t quite absorb before he wraps himself up in his fancy robe and heads out to conduct business with your husband as if he didn’t just rail his wife into a stupor in the bathroom. He does it effortlessly, too.

As you come back to yourself, you start to shake, thinking about what a mess you’ve made for yourself. You realize that you are ashamed of yourself for what just happened, not really so much for the act itself, but more of the fact that you liked it so much. You also know that you don’t truly understand Elvis’ feelings for you, how his need for you is beyond anything that you assumed.

Sliding to the floor, you sit with your back against the wall as your husband (because as much as you hate him right now, he’s still your husband, and deep down you still have some semblance of love for him, you think) talks with your lover. You need out of here. The multitude of emotions coursing through you is too much. Your impulse to flee is so strong that you have to sit on your hands and pray that Jack leaves as soon as possible.

After what seems like an eternity, Elvis comes for you, telling you the coast is clear. Everything in you is being torn in two opposing directions: one wanting to run away as fast as you possibly can, away from your love and his possessiveness, and the other is so drawn into Elvis that looking at him is difficult because the idea of leaving him physically hurts you.

As you dress, clad once again in the outfit he got for you, Elvis tells you your first lesson with the vocal coach is at 5pm, then kisses you deeply before sending you on your way. You are glad that there is not a lot of time for talk or anything else, as your mind is going a million miles an hour. Confusion and guilt and love and elation all stream through you at once.

You shouldn’t be surprised when you find yourself outside Sandy’s room, knocking quietly on the door.

She opens the door with a look of surprise. “Hey, there, hon,” she says with a smile.

You promptly burst into tears.

“Oh, hon, what’s wrong? Come in, come in,” she says, putting her arm around you and ushering you inside.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, hiccupping, wiping at your face.

“Don’t worry about it,” she says, sitting you down, rubbing your back. “You talk when you’re ready.” She waits patiently as you compose yourself, just being a comforting presence.

You can’t seem to speak the words out loud. There are too many of them and they are too jumbled in your brain. Luckily, Sandy seems to pick up on this and gently starts the conversation.

“You disappeared on me last night,” she says.

“I was…I was with Elvis,” you finally stutter out, almost in a whisper.

“Elvis? Why were you with Elvis?” she asks innocently. Then you watch her face as she connects the dots and realizes what you actually mean. Her eyes go wide for a moment. “Oh, shit,” she breathes out.

“Yeah,” is all you can muster up to that. You can see the wheels turning in her head.

“How long?” she asks.

“Not long. Only since we’ve been in Vegas.”

“Hmm,” she nods. You are confused that she doesn’t seem more shocked at the whole thing, that she’s not peppering you with ‘Oh my god’s and asking for every detail.

“What do you mean, ‘Hmm?’” you ask, a little defensive.

“Not a bad, ‘Hmm,’ hon. I guess…I’m not all that surprised is all,” she responds.

“What? How are you not surprised?! I’m surprised!” you argue, voice becoming shrill.

“Okay, take a breath! I just mean, well, you and EP have always had a special connection. And I’ve seen how he looks at you sometimes when he thinks no one else is looking. It’s not the biggest leap, especially considering what happened with Jack this week,” she says.

You are flabbergasted at this response. You expected judgement and disbelief. Certainly not an ‘Oh yeah, that seems right.’

“What are you talking about, a ‘special connection’?” you pry.

Sandy gives you a speculative look. Finally, she shakes her head at you, “Hon, how long have you been in his life?”

You don’t understand the point of this. “14 years, give or take. What does that matter?”

“What other woman has been in his life that long, besides his blood relations?” she asks pointedly, eyebrows raised.

Your mouth opens then closes as you try to piece together the many women in his life over the years. None come even close. “That’s irrelevant. It’s only that long because of his friendship with Jack,” you finally say.

“Sure,” she says, patting your hand, placating you.

“Sandy, my life is falling to pieces here! Jack almost caught us today. And I feel like a horrible person because I’ve gotten completely swept up into this affair, and not just any affair, but with my husband’s friend, who just happens to be Elvis Presley. If people find out, if Jack finds out, all hell is going to break loose, and my life will be over. But I keep going back, it’s like I can’t stop. I feel insane!” you ramble, pacing around the room.

“He’s that good in bed, huh?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Oh my god.” You blush furiously, covering your face with your hands.

“Of course, he is,” she laughs. “I mean, one doesn’t want to assume, but how could he not be?”

“Sandy, be serious for one second, please!” you beg. “I’m not going home today. Elvis is having me stay out here, with the pretense that I’m to become part of the show as one of the backup singers.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. And he sent Jack away last night on purpose so we could spend the whole night together. I’m telling you, San, I’m in too deep, and Elvis has no intention of letting me go. You know how he gets.”

“Do you want him to let you go?”

“I…no. And that’s the problem,” you say quietly, sitting back down next to her. “It’s like I’m out of my mind for him, which is so stupid. I hate being like all those other women. I hate that I know this won’t end well, yet I’m doing it anyway. And the lies, the sneaking around, it makes me an awful person.” You slump over onto her shoulder, exhausted by your own choices.

Sandy sits silent for a moment, arm around you. “You are not an awful person, hon. Jack hurt you bad, and you are turning to the only other man you trust to get you through it.”

“It’s still wrong. It’s still stooping to Jack’s level. And if it were just sex, I…” you trail off, unable to say the rest out loud.

“You love him.” She says it plain as day, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if it’s easy.

“I can’t,” you whisper.

“But you do,” she responds. “And that’s what scares you, isn’t it?”

You nod. “I’m just gonna get hurt again, I know it. I know that E doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

“And how do you know?” she asks. “Did he tell you that?”

“Sandy, it’s Elvis. We all know how he is with women. And besides that, there are all the other factors, like Jack, being married, all of it. It’s too complicated. I need to end it, but I’m not sure I’m strong enough, or that he’ll even let me,” you begin to cry.

Sandy suddenly jumps up and begins unpacking her suitcase, suddenly on a mission.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Well, I’m sure as hell not going back home today and leaving you all by yourself with all of this,” she says, hanging stuff in the closet.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, but you are silently grateful.

“Uh huh.” Sandy gives you a knowing look. “You think I’m going home and miss all the action? Do you even know me at all?” she jokes.

“Thanks,” you say, feeling a little better.

“Not a problem, hon. We’ll get you through this, I promise. Love you,” she says, hugging you.

“Love you, too,” you whisper, squeezing back.

“Now I need all the details about how good the sex is! Does he do the lip thing in bed?”

You feel heat blaze over your cheeks.

“Oh, god, he does!” she laughs, teasing.

You smile, but still your stomach churns and your mind spins. What Sandy said about the connection you and Elvis have hits deep, knocking loose some of those dots you’ve been trying to connect, the ones your dreams and memories have been leading you towards. Desperate, you try to push those thoughts away, because even if (and that’s a big if) Elvis has some true feelings towards you, it doesn’t make anything less complicated. In fact, it makes things more complicated. But you refuse to make any assumptions about how he may or may not be feeling towards you, other than horny.

With Sandy and your impending first voice lesson as distractions, you force yourself to move forward. It’s easier when Elvis isn’t in your vicinity, drawing every cell of your body to him. Your head begins to clear at bit, and you finally think that maybe, just maybe, you’re getting a handle on things. That you’re in control and everything is manageable. That everything is not completely, terrifyingly of the rails.

I’ve got this, no big deal. I’m not in love and having an affair with Elvis, and I’m certainly not scared shitless about singing in front of people, and my husband definitely isn’t a liar and a cheat, you try and convince yourself.

Perfect. I guess I can add “delusional” to the list of my problems.

But you can hear the clock ticking. It’s getting louder by the second, telling you you’re one step closer to your downfall and that you can’t stop the shitstorm that’s coming, no matter how hard you try.

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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Hello, you know i was actually just doing some thinking and i wonder why Tkkrs call Jkkrs delusional or Jokers. They are are so quick to call Jkkrs delusional when we are actually the only ones who have legitimate reason to suspect Jikook are more than friends.

. GCF’s: This was literally the thing that put Jikook ship on the map! B4 this not many pple saw Jikook as a thing! Many pple in the fandom actually thought Jk didn’t like Jimin. . Tokyo Trip: Jk didn’t only take Jimin to Japan for his birthday but also made a very beautiful video which Jimin wasn’t even aware of! He could have literally used any song but he chose to use “There 4 u” by Troye Sivan! And Jk paid for everything too for the trip! Also they were in a hotel room that had a glass separating the bathroom😏

.Jk only giving Jimin a gift .

.Members telling us Jk always goes to sleep in Jimin’s bed.

Watching the first snow together, matching clothes on Valentines day, Jk’s birthday messages/tweets to Jimin, Tae telling us on more than one occasion that Jk was with Jimin at ungodly hours of the night and Jk was stopping Jimin from coming to him(Tae). The only two members who happen to alway know each others hotel rooms even when the other members (including Tae) don’t know! Let’s not forget the fact that we all saw Jimin literally almost obsess over Jk, asking himself why he liked Jk so much!

.Rainy day story! Even the members teased about how romantic the story sounded (and again it seemed like the members were not even aware of this fight)

.MAMA 2018: That whole night was something else for Jikook! Even non shippers could see there was definitely something happening there! NOBODY looks at their bros/friend the way Jk looked at Jimin that night!

.Rosebowl: Till date, there is still huge debate on whether there was an earsuck moment or not, but either way, there was absolutely NOTHING platonic about that moment! Not the I Love u’s which they were clearly saying to each other, or the way Jk encompassed Jimin and gave him that little kiss on the side of his head! Whether u think there was an ear suck or not, that moment wasn’t platonic! Let’s not forget how Jimin only started crying when Jk started screaming "I Love You” without the “you guys”.

.Hickeygate: Now this is also another huge moment! Jk and Jm claimed it was a bite, but unless u are telling me Jm has some weird ass teeth, I don’t see how any of that looked like a bite mark! And if indeed it wasn’t a bite (as i suspect it wasn’t) do you know how long Jm’s lips would have had to be on Jk’s neck to leave that mark? So Jk just let Jm have his lips on his neck for that long and they are just bros?😒

Jk climbing a mountain and getting snow for Jm cuz he knows Jm loves snow! Now i know JK is super sweet to all his hyungs! I’ve seen him cook for Tae, cook for Hobi and he had done many sweet things for all his hyungs, but waking up, going to a mountain to get snow for someone cuz u know they love snow, now that is extra!

Making a huge pancake for JM cuz he had to do penalties! Let’s not also forget how they were always glued to each other in and outside of work and the staff even mentioned they had never seen them apart backstage! Let’s not forget the members asking them on more than one occasion if they are a couple, cuz they just kept doing couply things. Let’s not also forget how the members (especially Joon) act around them! RM is always on his feet when it comes to those two.

Them alway being with each other on important days! Eg, Valentines day, watching the first snow, Jimin flew from paris just to be with Jk for a few hours on his bday, JM was with Jk at 4am on his bday in 2020, JM doing his bday Live in Jk’s studio in 2021 and Jk getting him a cake with "you are my park filter" written on it, Jm going to see Jk on his bday in 2022, Jikook spotted together on white day 2022, Jikook being together on Chuseok, JM getting back to korea on valentines day 2018 and being spotted out with Jk and sungwon on feb 15 etc.

Jk going to Jimin’s room 3 times a day and at odd times like 1:50am, and let’s not forget that position we saw them in at Jhope’s JITB party last year, Jikook leaving PTD vegas last year together in the same car, after Jk slow danced with Tae and Sat on his laps at the concert (talk about fanservice)

Jk’s mom making seaweed soup for Jimin’s bday which Jk proudly told us about, Jimin saying what makes him happy is waking up and seeing Jk in the morning! Jikook sharing a car for the longest time! Let’s also not forget the fact that two of were are always there cheering and watchinv eo during their solo rehearsals! Also, the whole YOU ARE ME I AM YOU. Also, the fact that they are known as the Sun and moon duo and Jm has a moon tattoo and Jk has a sun tattoo🤔

Jk going Live for almost two hours to promote Jimin, something he has never done b4, let’s not forget how his eyes lit up everytime Jimin commented on his Lives! I could go on but I can’t remember everything!

So after all of these, why are Jikookers called delusional or Jokers when we have REAL reason to believe Jikook are more than friends? None of the things i’ ve listed above are theories! Everything is a fact! Things that have happened b4 our very eyes so we are we the delusional ones?

What do Taekookers have? Theories, eye contact, made up hangouts and hickeys, hangouts with friends, Jk calling V handsome, Jk and Tae breathing the same air, Jk and Tae standing close to eo, Jk and Tae knowing something about eo, lies lies lies and more lies! What REAL reason can they bring to show that they are not the delusional ones? Skinship, the same skinship that they do with everyone? I don’t get it! How are we the delusional ones when it’s been proven that Jk spends most of his nights with Jimin? If Taekook are a thing, when exactly do they have couple cuddle time when Jikook are almost always together at nights? Even now that we see alot of Jk and Tae hangouts, it is proven that they always go back to their own houses after hangouts! Even on white day when Taekook were both in Korea but Jimin was not, Jk went live for hours! So when exactly does he spend alone time with Tae? Cuz even when we see them, they are never alone! So why are Jkkrs the delusional ones? I don’t get it!

Now everyone is desperately trying to prove Jikook are not together or never were, or have broken up or ar distanced just because of lack of content and the fact that Tae and Jk have hungout a few times! How do their hangouts cancel Jikook? They hangout a few times with friends and go back to their respective homes, so how does that cancel Jikook? Jikook hangouts cancel Taekook because, why will Jk be together with JM at 4am on his bday instead if being with Tae? Why would Jk be spotted out on white day with Jm instead of Tae? Why are Jk and Jimin always together at night (all nighter friends) why does Jk go to Jimin’s room at 1:50 am to hangout when he should be cuddling his boyfriend Tae? Why is Jimin always trying to Kiss Tae’s boyfriend, we have never seen Tae try to do something like that with Jk, but we have seen Jimin try to kiss Jk several times! Why would he do that knowing that Jk and Tae are together? We have never seen Taekook do anything with eo they haven’t done with some other member at some point, but we have seen Jikook do alot to eo they haven’t done with anyone else! Jimin has never tried to kiss anyone else, Jk has never put his hand into anyone else’s shirt to touch their skin, Jk has never sucked anyone else’s ear, (atleast not the way he did it to Jimin) Jk has never been caught going into his hotel room with another member when they didn’t know there were cameras! Jk has never been caught standing in a dark corner with another member with hands touching and heads close together! Jk has looked at all members with heart eyes but he has never looked at any other member for the suspiciously long amounts of time he looks at Jimin sometimes, Jk has also never pretended to whisper to any other member just to touch faces ( and this didn’t happen just once)! So again i ask, why are Jikookers the delusional ones? When our moments do not need analysis cuz they are right there in your face or the members tell us themselves so why are we the Jokers?

The fact that the fandom is filled with so many Tkkrs will always baffle me! I mean if you are a tkkr because Tae and Jk are your biases and not because you ship them, i get that, but for all those die hard Tkkrs who continuously hate on Jimin, twist members words, call members liars, attack the company and call Jikook fanservice just to prove ur ship is real, I honestly don’t have words for you! Read this and tell me realistically who the delusional ones are!

Anon when u put it like that....

That's ALOT! And it's not even everything.

Its strange to me because atp it does seem like people ship tkk for the sake of it. U know what I mean? Like whats the point of fighting for something so hard without looking at all angles? All possibilities? Jimin is my fav i looked into all his ships. So if V is your fav look into all his ships too. Don't just decide- oh V is my bias so I wanna ship him and no one else. Fuck evidence, fuck logic, I'm doing this and I dont care. You go to YouTube and see what happens when u correct them. They say "who cares"

(And if u must ship V it would make more sense to do it with Jin. Not JK. Otherwise you will never stop complaining about it being one sided AND you will have content!)

So yes, they're the dillusional ones because they don't care. They just wanna ship for the sake of it.

What i wish is, if only they could stay in their lane and stop coming to our spaces. Just be dillusional over there. It would be so nice and lovely and peaceful and there would be no wars. Because jkkrs only fight with them because of the hate they give to Jimin and sometimes even JK. Coz they're insecure.

Anyway, I agree anon. Its a great question why we are the dillusional ones when we have mountains of evidence. Even this video by a none shipper gets it. Why is it that we have the most content?

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Because Jikook are together all the damn time! If I were JK's partner I'd have serious issues with how much time he spends with Jimin. Fr fr

#jikook is real #the vermin #jikook #kookmin #minkook #bts #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts ask #ask shaz #Taekook is not real #the shade

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gabykatttt · 24 days

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Sleepover pt 1

It’s was a dark and stormy night. Poppy,Viva and Veneer spend the night at the Bergan castle Cuz Bridget and Gristle went on their honeymoon.

Omg that looks so good on you Viva said wearing her nightgown with her pink slippers.

You’re lucky you have your own spare pajamas plus green looks good on you this day Poppy said.

Really I thought it wouldn’t fit on me or two Veneer said looking at himself in the pajamas he bought after he and Velvet split to have their normal lives.

But the pajamas aren’t everything ta da which slippers do you want the cats or the dolphins Poppy said showing Veneer the slippers.

Veneer picked the cat slippers and put them on.

Your show will be on in a minute I suggest we get popcorn before it starts Viva said turning up the volume.

That’s an idea sis you go get it Poppy said in a teasing tone. Viva got up from the couch groaning with annoyance to start the popcorn.

So Vennie what’s your show about? Poppy asked curiously.

Oh well it’s about two couples who do stupid shit together and get caught by the police so many times but they never succeed Veneer said explain his show.

Oh well that’s really Poppy was cut off by the host of the show.

Oh look it’s starting Veneer said getting up from the couch and sat in front of the tv.

Viva comes back with the popcorn.

What’s he doing in front of the tv didn’t his mom tell him not to sit close? Viva asked sitting on the couch.

Whatever just sit down and enjoy the show Poppy said as the three kept in looking as the tv screen

After the show

That was the best episode I’ve ever seen I liked the part when Josh cheated on his girlfriend with his gay friend that was unexpected and really funny right girls Veneer said with excitement only to realize that Poppy and Viva fell asleep.

Uh girls don’t tell me that the sleepover is already over Veneer said getting worried.

NO CREEK PLEASE NO MORE TEA I HAD ENOUGH AHHH ahhh Poppy screamed having a nightmare again.

Omg Poppy are you alright? Veneer asked worried.

It’s okay sis you had that dream again Viva said patting Poppy’s shoulder.

I’ll never get over it Poppy said letting out a sigh.

Just think of something else Viva said smiling.

Right where were we again? Oh yeah Poppy said

SLEEPOVER Poppy and Viva yelled with excitement causing Veneer to fall on the floor.

Let’s do our first activity Poppy said

Yes Viva replied.

What will it be? Viva asked

I don’t know do you know? Poppy asked.

I don’t know Viva answered.

Y-you don’t know? Veneer asked.

There’s so much to do on the sleepover we just don’t know what to start Viva said. Poppy snapped her fingers.

This calls the sleepover cap of destiny Poppy blurred out her idea.

The what? Veneer asked confused.

The sleepover cap of destiny it a cap that is filled with sheets of paper. You pick a random paper to start with our activities. Since it’s your first time having a sleepover with us you get to pick our first activity Poppy said giving Veneer the cap to chose the activity.

Okay Veneer said putting his hand and grabbed a sheet of paper.

Okay so the first activity is. Put blue hair dye on Viva’s shampoo and mix it up when she takes a shower Veneer said explaining the activity.

Whoops prank cap of destiny by mistake Poppy said grabbing the wrong cap away from Veneer’s hand.

Shit I got the wrong cap Poppy said quietly panicking about the prank on Viva.

SO YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PULLED THAT PRANK ON ME. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IS WAS TO GET MY HAIR BACK TO ITS NATURAL COLOR. NOT TO FORGET YOU MUST THE ONE PUTTING RACCOONS INSIDE OF MY UNDERWEAR CASES AS WELL. ALL OF THEM GOT WASTED CAUSE OF THEIR DAMN CLAWS RIPPING THEM APART Viva yelled.

Okay I’m going to get the right cap. I won’t be too long Poppy said panicking running to get the right cap.

Oh what else is in there? Gasp color power on my laundry no wonder why my clothes turned pink you’re such a prankster you know that Viva said chasing Poppy.

I’m afraid Veneer said to himself waiting for Poppy and Viva to come back.

To be continued

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avatarmerida · 9 months

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Idk if I’ve said this already but I don’t care cuz I’ll say it a thousand times but Peace by Taylor Swift is such a Hunter/Huntlow song it makes me scream

Our coming-of-age has come and gone

Suddenly the summer, it's clear

I never had the courage of my convictions

As long as danger is near

And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me

No, I could never give you peace

Like literally??? They spent a summer in the human realm and he felt in the back of his mind that his past/danger was coming for him. Like he harbored such fear that him being a grim walker and being linked to Belos was something he could never shake or live down.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

If your cascade ocean wave blues come

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Then he starts to like who he is and realize who he is outside the lies and rules and society he was trapped in. He knows who he is but he can’t change what he is, he know he loves his friends and would genuinely do anything for them but he still doesn’t feel like it’s enough compared to the things about himself he can’t change. He still feels even knowing they care about him that if they knew the truth that would stop and he wouldn’t blame them.

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, with you in the trenches

Like holy crap I need a moment. They’ve done this. Flyer derby to battling a homunculus.

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother. Is it enough?

This is the line that gets me every time like I imagine him and Willow just sitting in the same room reading and being comfortable and enjoying each other’s presence. Like he doesn’t need an excuse or resin to justify being near her, she just likes spending time with him no matter how small. And the brother line is so Gus coded I wanna cry

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best

But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

He knows what’s waiting for him back home at the end of the day. That outside this group, people might not care about him enough or try to understand him to let him stay happy when they return. He has a past that expands without him contributing. Plus I just think of Gus saying how he’s been smiling more in the human realm and then the rain imagery when they arrived in the rain? Like our boy has gone through so much and he still puts everyone else first. He gives everything to the people he loves but he feels so unworthy of their love but he still tries to be worthy of it .

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#hubter toh #toh #the owl house #huntlow #Taylor swift

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jacksdinonuggets · 3 months

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Summary: Alador finds out about Amity's regression coping mechanism and spoils her with all the little stuff she can imagine.

Amity was happily regressing inside her room. She had her thumb in her mouth and was silently playing a small azura doll she managed to buy when her parents didn’t force her to go to the market with an abomination or her siblings. Even though she didn’t own many little items, it still helped. Sure, she would only regress for about an hour before becoming bored and slipping out. But anyways, as she was playing with a small azura action figure, she heard a knock at the door.

Unfortunately, before she could even answer, the door opened and Alador came into view. He looked at for a second and she looked at him. Then tears started to roll down her face as she cried from embarrassment. She hadn’t expected him to find this out!

Alador was confused by Amity’s appearance and behavior. She hadn’t sucked on her thumb since she was a witchling. But then again, maybe she’s just going back to old behaviors. When she was younger, she had her pacifier taken away before she was ready and would often suck on her thumb until she was 7. But the possibility was pretty low. This was definitely something else.

“Hey, hey, its okay, Mittens,” Alador said in a soothing voice, sensing a meltdown about to happen. He knew something was strange in Amity. It was like she was more kid-like.

“Is not!” She sobbed and curled in on herself. Alador kneeled down and lightly touched her arm, looking for some kind of reaction. Amity flinched and began to lightly scream.

“Sh. shh, its okay. Everything is okay, deep breaths,” Alador instructed. Amity tried to but being in front of her father made everything worse. She was so scared.

“Uhh, uhh,” Alador looked around the room, trying to find something to help calm the girl down. He grabbed her comforter and swaddled her in it tightly. It actually seemed to make her feel better.

When Amity was swaddled, she felt so small. Like she was a little baby being swaddled by her dada.

“Thats it, sweetie, you’re okay,” He assured her. As he waited for her tears to stop, he fidgeted with his fingers.

“Can you… uh.. Tell me what caused this?” He asked, nervously once Amity was ready. Unfortunately, recovering from the big meltdown had made her grow back up.

“W-well, I a-age regress, which means I go back mentally to a younger state of mind like 2 or 3 to cope. I sometimes do it when the week is stressful… I- I got scaw- scared when you came in, cuz I thought you’d judge me,” She admitted, still swaddled

“That’s what that was? Honey, I’m not going to judge you for how you cope. I don’t know about it but I’m fine with doing research!” He told her. She smiled slightly.

“Th-thank you.”

After that, Alador left Amity alone and went back to his workshop. However, he couldn’t help but wonder about the coping mechanism. He pulled out his scroll and looked up a few questions. Once a bit of researching, he started to really understand it. He learned about caregivers and age ranges. In all honesty, he kind of wanted to be a caregiver. He spent most of Amity’s childhood working and missed out on a lot. Plus the girl had to grow up so fast and he always wanted to give her a nice childhood. Then he got an idea. He looked up some agere items that some regressors may use and realized that there were actually places at the market that sold some of that stuff. An idea for a surprise came into his mind. He knew exactly what he was going to do the next day.

The next day, Amity was woken up by her father softly shaking her awake.

“Dad? What time is it?” she asked, sleepily.

“Its 8:45. I want to take you out to the market today, but most of the places I want to take you to are only open in the morning.” Alador told her.

“Hmm, okay, let me get changed,” Alador left the room to let his daughter get into something more publicly acceptable (something that’s not pajamas).

Once she was done she went downstairs and was met with a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table. She finished eating it before Alador came down with his wallet.

“You ready to go?” he asked, very excited to show her the surprise he has.

“Almost!” She gulped down her cereal and went to put on her shoes. She was now getting excited too.

The duo walked down the streets of bonesborough, passing by stalls and restaurants. Alador looked down at his scroll to try and mind a map to the place they would be going to first; finally, he found it and it wasn’t too far away.

“It close by, come on, Mittens!” he dragged her along while he was practically running to their first destination. He was so excited. Amity coming out as a regressor was the best thing because now he gets to see her childlike, innocent smile when he spoils her.

Finally he stopped outside of a shop that he had always wanted to take the kids to but never go the chance.

“Build-a-Stuffy?” Amity asked, confused. Not gonna lie, the big stuffed animal stall with all the little kids running around, kind of made her feel innocent, and happy.

“So, you know how i never got much of a chance to spoil you guys or play with you when you were younger? Well, i did a lot of research on the regression thing and i want to help care for you. I want you to go pick out whatever stuffed animal you want and accessories,” He told her

Amity could feel tears pricking at her eyes, threatening to spill. This was like, the best thing that has happened! He was being a good father now. But she couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt.

“But, I don’t have enough snails,” she pulled out her wallet and took out 10 snails, barely enough for a t-shirt for a stuffy.

“No, no, no, I’ll be paying. Besides, we have so many other places to go to, i don’t want you to spend all of your snails in one place!” He said, jokingly. Amity put her snails away and gave him a hug.

“Thank you,” Her voice was muffled against his shirt but he just kissed her head and rubbed her head.

“Now, do you want to go build a stuffy?” He asked, pulling away slightly. Amity nodded with a huge grin on her face.

She ran over to the stalls that held the skins and looked through them. She was having a difficulty choosing until she saw the perfect one.

“Dady- Dad! Look! She brought him over and showed him the stuffed animal she picked out.

“Its Otabin!” Exclaimed Amity.

“I see, you wanna get him?” He asked and she nodded. As she ran over to the stuffer machine and waited in line, she stimmed and flapped her free hand. Alador could definitely tell she slipped.

Alador waited until she was done with the heart ritual and made her wish. She hugged Otabin tightly once he was sewn up with magic. She got his cape accessory and shorts before they went to print out the certificate.

When they were done paying, Amity gently threw her stuffy up in the ar and caught him again, giving him another hug.

“You like Otabin, sweetie?”

“I love him! Thank you!” She told her father, who softly patted her and her stuffy’s head.

The next stall they came up to was a onesie shop. They had the classic footie pajamas but also had normal onesies and playsuits. Amity ran over excitedly to the blue kitty pattern onesie. She pointed at it and her dad nodded, Ruffling her hair. She always wanted an azura playsuit and got that too. She tried them on and found them both really comfy. Alador also thought she looked really adorable and baby when she came out of the fitting room.

Once she changed back into her normal clothes, they paid for the pajamas and went on there way to the next shop.

This shop was a bit different. It was a little item shop. Apparently, age regression was popular on the boiling isles, or you just needed to really search for it. But anyways, it had a little bit of every agere item. They had a few small stuffies, paci’s, bottles, diapers, and blankies.

“Woah! Dis place has everything?!” she sounded flabbergasted. Alador chuckled slightly at her reaction.

“Yes, Mittens, they have everything. Just not too big of a stock,” He answered.

Amity went over to the paci’s and looked through them. The owner/employee, came over to her.

“Hey there, Little one, you need help with anything?” The demon asked in a sweet, motherly voice. However, Amity never realized how scary it was to regress in front of new people because she immediately back up and hid behind Alador.

“She’s a bit shy, I hope you don’t mind,” Alador told the lady, recognizing Amity's behavior from when she was physically younger.

“Its okay, we get a couple of shy littles here,” She smiled sweetly which made Amity start to come out of her shell and move up a little closer to get a good view of the paci’s. The lady could tell she wanted to take a look but was scared to because she was there so she simply went over to restock the diapers while she looked.

“Hmm, I like dis one!” she pointed to a pacifier with a lavender shield, light pink button, and purple handle.

“Good choice, sweetie. Anything else you want?” he asked. She nodded, still hugging Otabin tightly to her chest.

She went over to the sippy cups and picked out a purple abomination themed one. She also picked out a cute ducky bottle and waited for Alador to ring them up.

Alador summoned an abomination to carry some of their stuff and it walked beside them as they went to more stalls.

After a couple more shops and stuffies and kids books later, Amity was exhausted. It was noon but she kept rubbing her eyes and yawning. Clearly, a nap was needed. Luckily, a shop selling staff-seats was near by. Fortunately, they didn;t just have baby sizes but teen ones made for smaller demons or witches with disabilities. He quickly got one and put it on ratador.

He led Amity into a secluded place so she wouldn’t get embarrassed and slip out of her small headspace while boarding the staff-seat. He lifted his sleepy girl up and clicked her and Otabin into the seat. He turned the abomination into a bag and tied it to the back of the staff. Very quickly, Amity fell asleep on the ride back home.

When they returned, Ed and Em saw Alador carrying a sleeping Amity, holding a new stuffy, on his back with an abomination bag floating behind them. Luckily, the twins knew about her regression and helped Alador tuck Amity into her bed.

Alador unpacked all of the little stuff in his study, which was the only clean room he owned that Odalia almost never went into (didn’t want to disrupt his paperwork). So he figured this would be a good place to keep all of her items. Even though he definitely splurged a lot, It was all worth it for her.

#sfw agere #age regression #the owl house age regression #toh agere #agere fanfic #the owl house #agere writing #Agere amity #little amity #caregiver alador #amity blight age regression #fandom agere #asking for prompts

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bonesandthebees · 21 days

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Btw, I promised Dune thoughts, didn’t I? Let’s get into it. Apparently they changed a shit ton from the book to be able to fit it into the film. Can’t really comment on the changes, cuz I haven’t read the books and I don’t plan to. Spoilers from now on for my fellow anons btw.

Movie Chani is very different and you can pry her from my cold dead hands. I love that girl. She goes through so much shit. Idk, I just love how she’s the only person to not fall for this planted project (the only surviving one anyway). And part of it is the fact that she didn’t believe in it in the first place, so did her friends, so they back each other up and it’s nice and it influenced Paul too. But then she gets to know him, and she sees him at his most human, right? She sees him at his most vulnerable and after his nightmares and that “I with love you as long as you stay true to yourself” or whatever the exact words are is killing me. Because her love had always been conditional and she made that choice and stuck to it and she was forced to be part of a prophecy she didn’t even believe in in the first place and I am ILL.

Then there’s Paul. Poor boy had his future set in stone, yet he still made the conscious decision to go there. He wasn’t dragged into it kicking and screaming. He willingly drank the Water of Life. He doomed himself (and everyone else in the process). And it’s just so interesting to watch the shift, because the more people follow, the more he denies it, the more he sort of surrounds himself with people who don’t believe even when his mentor is the most loyal believer of all. And still he makes that choice. And it’s to protect other people, right? Because he couldn’t see and he couldn’t predict and he could have saved them if he had seen, so he needs to see and he needs to take that role, but once he does everything shifts. My man literally dies, comes back wrong, walks in all arrogant, gives ONE speech and raises an army to commit not 1 but 2 genocides within the space of a day, then kills of half of his remaining family and starts a intergalactic war. Completely insane.

Quick little aside about the filming itself, because the start and the shots and there’s so much non verbal communication. Really using to medium to it’s fullest with the way it starts like we are one of the characters, crouched in the sand, looking around, equally confused. It’s so fun. And the visuals are all gorgeous. And it’s just a lot of subtitle story telling that I feel I can’t fully grasp without having read the books, but appreciate all the same.

Anyway, Bene Gesserit. I am Intrigued. I am all here for the planning and the scheming. This is so interesting but also so morally bankrupt on so many levels. They really feel like this all powerful force that’s fully in control of everything happening in the universe. Idk, it feels like even the emperor himself is just a puppet to them. And the princess is more aware, and well trained, but she’s still only in control because they allow her to be in control. They allow her to have power and should she become too much of a threat, they would probably end her just as easily as they tried to end the House of Arteries. Idk. Anyway, we like badass women and we support their wrongs in this household.

Lastly, Jessica. I feel like she’s the one who started it all. It’s been a looooooooong time since I watched Dune part one, but isn’t the entire catalyst that she was meant to have a daughter, but she fell in love and Leto wanted a son, so she gave him one. (And maybe she knew she had a promising bloodline and wanted to try and see if her son would have been the one.) To me, her character seems to be this combination of love and this life long manipulation that has led to arrogance. She is so terrified until she drinks the water of life and then she becomes absolutely ruthless. She’ll do what it takes to protect her family and she’ll sacrifice everyone else to get a way out. But at the same time the “You should have believed.” Sorta shows her own arrogance again, this belief that she had before that her bloodline was good enough (when her son never asked for any of this).

That’s enough for now. Not sure if I have more to say anyway. Enjoy the ramble!

-🌲

YESSS DUNE THOUGHTS. I also haven't read the book so we are in the same boat

god I love Chani so much. she's SO interesting. the fact that she and her friends were part of the Fremen group that don't follow the religious legends of Lisan Al Gaib so she never approaches Paul thinking he's this messiah, but just thinking that he's interesting and seems to genuinely want to learn and understand her culture means so much. he's just a person to her. she falls in love with a boy and sees the parts of him no one else does. she sees his nightmares, hears his fears, learns that he doesn't want to be this messiah even though everyone else is trying to push him towards that future. she tries to hold onto him so he has an anchor to the human being he is instead of this myth, but the prophecy must be fulfilled. and chani is forced to have a hand in completing that prophecy against her will. god. my heart.

paul is also very interesting as a character because there's so many facets to what's going on with him. like, he's being pulled towards this destiny that's been predetermined for him through centuries of bene gesserit interference. everything happening around him is telling him he has to go down this path, it's the only way. and he tries so hard to fight against it. because he knows he's not any real messiah and that the abilities he has is only the result of his mom's weird witch cult, and even the religion itself was planted by the bene gesserit as well. it's all outside manipulation of these people who have been subjugated for centuries and he doesn't want that, he doesn't want to hold this false power and especially not to lead so many people to their deaths. but like you said, he steps into this role willingly in the end. yes, there are outside forces pressuring him, but he drinks the water of life all on his own. and then boom it's genocide time.

(also, before I saw the movie I saw a meme on twitter describing the water of life as "the juice that makes you worse" so that's literally how I kept referring to it in my head the entire movie. he and jessica both drank the juice and got So Much Worse)

the film itself is SOOOO gorgeous and the elements of filmmaking are so well utilized. denis villeneuve the man that you are. he uses so much subtle storytelling just through the shots and the colors and everything like that. and yeah that opening scene is fantastic. great way to really throw the viewers back into the deep end.

I find the Bene Gesserit so fascinating in all of this. like it's very clear they're the ones who really control what's going on in the larger galaxy. none of the houses will make a move against another without getting permission from the Bene Gesserit. but of course the movie also makes you wonder what their end goal is. what exactly are they trying to accomplish with Arrakis? and what's the princess's role in all of this? like you said, it very much feels like she's only has power because the Bene Gesserit allow her to. so I'm just curious what's going on with all of them.

ahhh Jessica I love her she is so unhinged. yes, in the first movie it's mentioned that she was supposed to have a daughter, but instead chose to have a son. from what I've heard about the books I believe that if Jessica did what she was told, she was supposed to have a daughter, and then that daughter would give birth to a boy who would be the Kwisatz Haderach. but she decided to skip ahead a generation and have a son. it was her love for her husband that first led her to disobey the Bene Gesserit, and from there she wanted to protect her family and see her son ascend to what she believed was his rightful place as the Lisan Al Gaib. it's so jarring to see how different she is before she drinks the water of life and afterwards. she knows now, she can see what she believes is the only way now, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the best ending for her and her son. and of course, she's incredibly arrogant about it all at the same time. I love her there's so much wrong with her.

#ask #spruce anon #dune pt 2

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