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kitixie · 9 months

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Little Girl Gone

Little Girl Gone / T.S. (pt. 1)

part two: here

Synopsis: Having been several years since you’d last seen your favorite gangster family, you return to Small Heath a changed woman with a stronger attitude than you had when you left.

information: this will be a multi part story! idk how many parts exactly, but there will be more!

warnings: none for this chapter!

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“Aye, what does a woman have to do to get a whiskey around here?”, you shouted, rapping your hand on the bar counter.

You were seated at The Garrison, it was your first stop back in town. You had lived in Small Heath most of your early life, but five years ago you were forced to leave due to your fathers death and your mothers general distrust (and dislike) of the Shelby family. Your mother had kicked you out a few days ago, claiming that you were old enough to be married now, and that she wouldn’t stand for you staying in her house if you weren’t going to look for a husband.

“Calm down Lady, I’ll- Holy Shit! Y/N, what are you doin’ back!”, a man's voice rang out, making you and the rest of the bar look in his direction.

Arthur Shelby had always been one of your favorite Shelby siblings, and for good reason. He was loud, funny, and typically a gentleman if you caught him on the right day. You leaned over the bar and wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly bruising him in the process. You had hoped your whole journey here that he would be the first Shelby you saw, and luck had worked out for you this time.

“Arth, I am sure glad to see you! It’s been a long time, aye?”, you spoke, removing your arms from him and sitting back on your barstool.

“Hell, it’s been about, what, five years? You don’t show your face around these parts for five fuckin’ years and then you just come back?”, he said, staring you in the face, with a somewhat more serious look in his eye than you had expected.

‘Yeah, had some family troubles, but I’m back for good now,” you swallowed, “how's all the Shelby’s doin’?”

“Eh, the usual. Tommys about to run himself ragged, Pol acts like she owns us all, I’m workin’ here now, I actually own the place!” he said, spilling out most of that information in one breath.

You took a quick survey of the bar, noticing how the decor and table setup had changed since you’d seen it last. The floor was still the same sticky, slimy feeling though.

“Glad to see you doing well, Arth. Now, please get me a whiskey an i’ll be outta your way!” you spoke, glad to have reunited with Arthur, but not glad to have been out in public this long.

“Ah, ah. If you think I’m letting you get out of here without seein’ Tom, you’re messed in the head!” He joked, but as you watched him move towards the window to the private room, you realized he wasn’t joking.

You had not come prepared to see Thomas. He was the only one who never got a goodbye, even though the rest of them didn’t know they were goodbyes at the time. When you were being forced to leave, you managed to sneak over to Watery Lane and have one last conversation with all the Shelbys before you left, and you never told them you were leaving that night. Thomas had been on business, but got home a few minutes after you left. You had regretted not speaking to him then, but now that regret had turned into a fear after hearing about the man he had become while you were away. You had heard things about Thomas Shelby, and they were not things any girl would like to hear about her long-time crush.

‘Oy, that Tommy Shelby is a real whore’

‘I heard he gets around Small Heath like its a full time job’

‘He pays them ya know? Every girl he fucks gets paid, even if theyre not workin’ for it!’

Those were all just some of the things you had heard, and those weren’t even the things you had heard that were related to his newfound habit of murdering those who crossed him. You’ve had your eyes on Tommy Shelby ever since you were 16. Now aged 21, it had been a long enough time that you realized what kind of person you needed to settle with, and logically, he wasn’t it.

While this entire catalog of thoughts was running through your head, your eyes watched as Arthur got closer and closer to that window. You knew you weren’t ready to see him yet, if you ever would be. So acting on those primal prey instincts, you ran. You hopped off the barstool, and started pushing your way through the crowd of bar patrons, finally having the door insight. You wrapped your hand around the handle, and pulled it open. Stepping into the cool air of the night, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you closed the bar door behind you. Just as you were stepping away from the door to begin your walk to the apartment you were renting, you bumped into something, or rather, someone.

“Thought I’d let you run from me a second time, aye?”

Fuck.

“I-I-”, you stammered, not having any idea what to say, now that you were staring at the face of one Thomas Shelby.

“It’s okay, I’d be nervous too if I ran into someone I left in the dust five years ago.”, he laughed, letting a puff of cigarette smoke roll out of his mouth.

“Tommy, how did you even know I was out here? I watched Arthur and left before he even opened the window, I don’t underst-”

“Shh. I have my ways, ya know I have my ways.” he spoke, that cool, gravelly voice still hadn’t changed, even after all this time.

You finally looked up at him, releasing the death stare you had on his chest. He was more handsome now, if that was even possible. His dark hair styled perfectly, like he had touched it up before meeting you outside. His hat was missing, which was a rare occurrence, but you were enjoying the unobstructed view of his face. He was lean, only muscle was visible through his white shirt, and his pants hugged his legs perfectly. He was beautiful, especially in the face. You could see more defined freckles in the glow of the street lamp, along with more defined lines carved into his forehead. You continued to study his face, while his studied yours. You had definitely matured in your time away, but not only on your face. Your lips had gotten fuller, cheek bones more pronounced, and hair longer; but you had also grown tits and an ass. You knew you had assets, and fully planned on using them to your advantage, just not on Tommy Shelby.

“My God, Y/N, I’d say you grew up…”, he trailed off, eyes looking all over your face and body.

“Yeah, that tends to happen to people as they age, Tom.” you laughed, feeling suddenly insecure as you stood under his microscope.

“What are ya doin’ back in town? I imagined you ran off and got married or somethin’,” he spoke, “But, I don’t see a ring on that finger so either that can’t be right or you married a poor bastard.”

“Not married Tom, never was. It’s part of the reason I’m back in town, but-”

“What are ya doin’ tomorrow evening?”, he cut off, not even letting you finish explaining how you didn’t want to talk about it right now.

“Nothing I know about, why?”, you asked, having no idea what was about to come out of that pretty mouth of his.

“Join me for dinner, yeah? I’d love to sit down and have a chat with ya, but I got to go handle some business right now.”, he spoke, suddenly sounding strained.

“Uh, I guess I’ll get dinner with ya, where at?”

“My place, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow at 6, Goodnight, Y/N.” Tom spoke, brushing shoulders with you lightly as he passed by, heading back into The Garrison.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby fic #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby fic

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raggedytiger · 2 months

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ragatha/agatha and pomni/penny human hcs!

(r)agatha:

is an english teacher!

yes she still loves horses. she used to ride them, & she loves old western movies.

owns cowboy hat and boots.

analytical and loves long & winding conversations.

has a very happy cat named sandwich.

patches her own clothes, doesn't have kids but if she did she would embroider their names into their belongings.

she still plays cello, she loves music in general, probably sings like an angel.

can't do any mathematics.

can drive, but like a lunatic. somehow has never had an accident though, so it's fine.

probably has a cute little baby blue/yellow car now, but definitely had a beat up offroader truck at some point that got put to good use. or maybe she still does, i'm not the boss.

total lesbian, a bit of a heartbreaker but not intentionally (women just keep falling for her)

goes to town/neighbourhood/community meetings. likely is/was in a knitting circle

absurd number of quilts in her home

pomni/penny:

is an accountant as we know, and cannot cook for shit as we know.

no pets she can barely take herself for walks. is more similar to a cat, but had a dog growing up. would love a collie or a dalmatian probably.

would name the dog something stupid like Thermometer Johnson.

she can drive, but nervously.

really quick thinker, like impressively, unless she's under HUGE amounts of stress. is literally always thinking at 100mph.

no sense of interior decor or personal style. all practical, kind of butch. really does kill a suit.

very much lesbian but not fully to terms with it. probably had short-lived relationships with men in which she was 'content' but didn't really care for it. seeing agatha as agatha for the first time was probably a crazy punch to her little gay heart. not to mention the cowboy gear.

autistic

watches 90s anime to wind down

listens to every single genre of music. passes a lot of time with headphones in, slowly making her way thru the entire world's discography

owns no band merch or anything though she just listens

can't sleep without a fan on, thunderstorm 12hr audio, blackout curtains, weighted blanket, water nearby

does not sleep a lot

both of them (going to call them pomni and ragatha for convenience):

didn't immediately recognise one another. i havent got an exact idea of how they reunited after getting out, but there were tears.

bonded in a very rare and unique way - they got to revel in the newfound joys of real life again. they got to eat delicious food, go on long, unobstructed walks in the real sun, be warmed by it, chew on ice cubes and shiver at the pain, listen to each other's heartbeats, listen to real music, read real books, smell soaps and flowers and sauces. they went to the supermarket together and read all the labels, and bought one of each type of fruit to try between them, and smelled all the candles, and touched all the blankets. spent a lot of time holding hands and kissing and i'm sorry to say, probably having sex, because holy shit, i'm real, you're real, we're real

now live together in ragatha's apartment, after pomni moved out of her small and confusingly-furnished flat.

both of them feel inadequate from time to time. this is resolved by a stern-but-loving talking-to.

sandwich likes pomni very much. pomni doesn't really get cats, but loves sandwich a great deal, and enjoys letting her sleep on her lap.

ragatha is very pleased to see her girls getting along.

ragatha cooks, pomni chops the veg. she often doesn't fuck it up

pomni cleans a lot as a 'thank you for letting me live here, i love you'. she's very much acts of service, ragatha is words & physical touch <3

they watch a lot of movies together. depending on how long they've been stuck, they might have culture to catch up on

ragatha wants to have a house with a garden one day. pomni starts germinating seeds from their fruit & veg like a weird science experiment. ragatha is delighted when she is presented with a baby tomato plant.

clothes are shared. ragatha's are bigger, but most of pomni's are ill-fitting anyway so it can go both ways. ragatha likes to dress pomni up in different outfits and have her do a little fashion show. pomni pretends not to savour the confidence boost.

pomni starts sleeping more

#ok im tired so thats it now. BYE #tadc #pomni #ragatha #the amazing digital circus #buttonblossom #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #jesterdoll #ragapom #tadc headcanon #ragatha x pomni #pomni x ragatha #tadc hc #tadc humanization #human versions

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 8 months

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the bouquet

lilac, chapter six

a/n: those kind of wet dreams are the best for real... like a fucking spell has been put on you, damn....

summary: “they should really put a warning up on those, plucking flowers is a dangerous thing.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, smut, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, renovating an inn, no work gloves this time purely for the slutty need of hands, patching up a porch, wet dream, masturbation, townies thirsting over frank, pov shift (the end is from frank's), going to a bar, alcohol consumption, lots of pining

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“H-holy shit,” you blew out a shaky breath as you blinked open your heavy lids to stare up at the ceiling of your bedroom.

Haven stirred from a dream but moments before, the imagery your mind had coaxed you with had been so intense that you still felt half asleep when you woke.

Half asleep and dripping wet.

Subconsciously, your hand had crept down below your pyjama pants before you’d even opened your eyes, determined to finish the job your fantasy had started.

Tangled in the sheets, it felt like you were still dreaming, the powerful and alluring imagery possessing your mind making it impossible not to tremble in want and near the edge faster than you’d thought imaginable.

But as your body laid there reeling in the afterglow, buzzing pearl sensitive beneath your fingertips, that’s when you truly woke and realised what, or whom, your carnal vision had been about. Who’s touch had felt so real, lips so sweet and words so honeyed…

Squinting up at the blossoming lilac flowers, the sun shined directly into your eyes as you raised yourself up onto your tip toes to see if you could reach them. The lower ones already plucked and secure in your left fist, your fingertips barely skimmed the deep green leaves on the gnarly branches you were attempting to grasp.

With an airy huff, you looked around the garden and quickly spotted a weathered fold-up chair that could no doubt grant you the necessary centimetres.

While dragging it over to the right spot underneath the blooming shrub, you feared that the old seat would be too wobbly for you to be able to balance on, though when you tried, it turned out to sink enough down into the grass to make the boost be just stable enough to hold you.

After snapping a few of the flowers off the branches, you came across one that was much fuller and more striking than the others already in your grasp, though when you tried to give it a firm tug, the unexpected stubbornness of the twig caused you to let out a curse for why you hadn’t brought out a pair of scissors with you.

“Come on,” you mumbled through your gritted teeth as you yanked at it, eventually leaning back to utilise some of your body weight, though when you did, when your spine reached a curved enough angle, that’s when the damn flower decided to snap off, sending you tumbling down to your doom.

Though as you let out a shrill yelp, you never managed to hit the ground, as you instead fell into a quick pair of arms.

“Wow, I’ve got you,” the deep voice alone caused your face to go flush.

“Uh,” you blinked up into the eyes of the one and only man whom your brain had decided to have a filthy dream about just last night, “h-hi!”

“Are you okay?” his strong grip on your form caused the vivid fantasy to come rushing back with a vengeance.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering hazily, “I’m good, I’m great,” your chest heaved as you then haphazardly raised up the bouquet in your grasp, “you know, just getting some flowers for the tables and stuff…”

“Yeah, I can see that,” an amused cock to his brow swiftly appeared, “I’m gonna put you down now, okay?” he said clearly, in a tone as if you’d hit your head.

Nodding fuzzily, “okay,” your hands, still tightly wound around the pastel blossoms, rested in support on either side of his broad shoulders long after he’d planted you back down on the ground.

“You good?” his head dipped to search your features, fiery touch still lingering on your waist a moment longer before it faded away.

“Yep,” you averted your gaze, awkwardly gesturing up towards the grand shrub, “they should really put a warning up on those, plucking flowers is a dangerous thing,” finally peeling your palms away from his radiating warmth, “but, uh, thank you for catching me.”

Tongue sweeping out in an effort to snuff out his beguiled smile, he gazed down at you and uttered, “any time.”

“So, um,” you cleared your throat, recalling why he was actually here today, “do you have t-the wood?”

“Yeah, it’s in the truck,” he gestured back over his shoulder towards the façade of the inn where the dirt road ended, widening out into a small patch before the veranda of the building flourished, his loaded vehicle indeed being vaguely visible from back here, “but we don’t have to work on the porch today if you don’t feel up for it.”

“No, no, I’m ready,” you hastily shook your head, shifting all of the florets into one hand, “there have been giant holes in that thing for as long as I can remember, so I am more than ready to bid them adieu.”

“Great, then I’ll just go get it while you finish this up.”

“Oh, I’m actually done, I was just supposed to get them for my dad,” you then heard yourself adding, “also, I can’t in good conscience make you carry that stuff all alone,” nearly poking him with the bouquet as you implored, “I mean, you’re already helping me out so much around here, it just wouldn’t be fair,” raising up a pleading finger, your feet then began to back up, slowly carrying you towards the backdoor, “just give me one second, let me run in with this real quick and then I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he offered you even a hint of confirmation, your stride took off, rushing indoors, chest heaving as you eventually caught yourself on the kitchen counter, though not from your speedy pace.

Settling the flowers down, your fingers grasped the edge of the cool tabletop, nearly doubling over as you sucked in calming breaths in an attempt to rid your body of the tingling sensations the lingering dream triggered.

When you eventually swung the doors back open, a purposeful shake of your clammy palms on either side of your frame was the last attempt you made to cool down.

Shoving the passenger side door shut, paint-chipped toolbox acquired and firm in his hand, you walked towards Pete as he unlatched the bed of the truck where lengthy planks of wood lay stacked.

“Hey,” you hesitantly called out as you neared him, his head rotating at the sound of your voice, “I just wanna apologise again for what happened that day at your cabin…”

“Christ, not this again,” he set the toolbox down with a heavy clank, “Y/n, you can’t keep doing this.”

“But-”

“No,” he nearly chuckled, “you literally did nothing wrong! One was an accident,” he counted on his fingers, “we’ve already established that, and the other? Sweetheart, that’s not something you should apologise for.”

Brows knit tightly together, you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, “but I cried, like really cried, and dumped all of that shit on you…”

“You didn’t dump anything, you shared,” he countered, “hey, look at me,” dipping his head down to catch your tense vision, he then continued softly, “I know that it was uncomfortable for you, but that doesn’t mean it was wrong,” his wide palm reassuringly found the top of your shoulder, “it’s not wrong to talk about something that’s hard, that’s the kind of shit that helps you move on from it,” searching you edgy expression a moment, his warm touch then faltered in favour of the pile of lumber, sliding one of the long stacks out as he urged light-heartedly, “now shut up and grab the other end of this,” gliding it out far enough for you to grasp the other end.

After curving halfway around the porch, you halted, “hold up,” fingers screaming out from the way the weight dug into your soft palms, “stop, one second,” you tried to prop your knee up under the many planks, “I just need to hold onto it a little differently.”

Glancing back at you, “okay,” he muttered before the lumber gingerly swung away from you, careful not to collide with you as he unexpectedly hauled the long and hefty bundle up in a more secure hold on his broad shoulder, “I can also just carry these the rest of the way, if you want,” the nonchalant offer coming out as if the timber didn’t weight a thing at all.

“Uh…” your breath became a thing of the past as your eyes fixated on the way his burly muscles bulged under his rolled-up sleeves.

“I think maybe if you go back and just grab one or two on your own it won’t be such a pain on your hands. I mean, no offence, I’m just–”

“No, that sounds great, you just–, uh,” your fumbling words cut off his suggestion as your feet already began to drag you back towards his truck, “I’ll go get some–, uhm, yeah…”

Dark hair gently falling down and tickling his brow, Pete’s eyes were fast on the plank under his broad palm as he fastened in two screws, securing the board and gradually patching up the gaping hole on the deck.

Kneeling as well, your clutch on the other end of the slat didn’t do much in the way of holding it in place. Your whole body felt like jelly as you caught sight of the way the veins on the back of his hand popped out from the stain of pressing down on the buzzing drill, forcing the screw to embed itself into the wood.

Lips slightly parted, you swore you felt your cunt clench around nothing as you fought the urge to let out an embarrassing whimper.

Pete’s head barely raised as his index finger slacked its force on the bulky button, unceremoniously passing the power tool to you as he had done a dozen times by now so that you could take care of the task in the other end, “here,” though when you didn’t move to snatch it out of his grasp, his features perked up, “Y/n?” letting out a short whistle in order to snap you out of your trance.

“Yeah?” your pulse thumped between your thighs, “oh, thanks,” giving your head a swift shake before you seized the gimlet and huffed out a big exhale, hoping you weren’t blushing as hard as it felt like you were.

As you clutched the drill, screwing in a few bolts on your side of the porch, a voice from the garden caught your ears.

“You know, my second husband was a carpenter,” you spotted Donna right on the other side of the railing, wafting a bright floral fan mere inches from her amble bosom as if she was some saucy Victorian woman in heat, “I’ve always loved a man who’s good with his hands…”

Her obvious innuendo made you bite down on your grin in order to not burst out a laugh.

Sucking in a controlled and mildly impatient breath, Pete averted his gaze and uttered formally, “hello ma'am.”

“It’s awfully chilly these nights, don’t you think?” the rotund woman continued to brashly bat her eyelashes at him, “perhaps you could personally come fill up my stack of firewood? Help warm me up a bit?”

“Ma'am, I already informed you before,” he kept his tone polite yet detached, “I don’t do deliveries, I just drop firewood off at the market, but perhaps someone there could help bring some to you.”

Pushing the doors open to the unacquainted roadside bar Frank found himself at, he had no idea how long he’d been driving for, simply that the sky had turned black long after he reached uncharted land in his desperate attempt at clearing his foggy mind.

“Evening,” the proprietor greeted him as he slumped down at the bar, “what can I get you?”

“Just a beer,” Frank answered distantly, his head elsewhere as it had unfortunately become acquainted with ever since nothing short of an angel had walked into his life.

“You’ve got it,” the bartender swiftly reached down into one of the compact coolers hiding back there and conjured an emerald flask, popping the lid off with an opener at his belt just before he slid it across the counter towards him, “here you are.”

Offering a courteous nod, “thanks,” Frank then began to drown his sorrows.

The establishment was mostly empty, only he and one other customer on the other side of the bar acted as its sole patrons.

“Hey,” the other man soon barked, “can I get a refill over here?” he lifted up his stout glass and tapped a ringed finger against the side, “and from the top shelf this time, I don’t want any more of this cheap hillbilly shit you try and call whiskey.”

When the bartender obliged, unable to hide how visibly peeved the rude customer made him feel, Frank’s eye line followed the proprietor’s movements as he served up the drink, still lazily fixated as he handed it off into the boorish man’s inked hand. Swiftly downing it as he rose from his tall stool, Frank’s tired vision momentarily got a chance to rest on the reptilian tattoo that decorated the back of the stranger's right hand. His sharp suit rose up ever so slightly to reveal that the striking design curled even higher on his tan skin than what was visible, before he promptly slammed it back down, along with crumbled compensation, and left, the sound of a garish engine soon acting as his last and final farewell.

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mollymagician · 1 year

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Matthew didn’t go immediately.

When Death visited the Dreaming that day, it was just he and Lucienne she was there to see. A quick visit, she said. Informal. Just the three of them in a quiet corner of the library. Because, she said… if anyone deserved to know, it was them.

She smiled that smile of hers, and he swore something that had been broken in his little bird-sized heart started to knit back together.

He would have been gone in an instant, out the window in a flash and demands on his…er…afterlife?… be damned. But Death crooked a finger at him, and leaned down, conspiratorial, to whisper, “Matthew, give them time, okay? It won’t be easy, at first. He’s going to need it.” A quick hand stroking his back feathers, like an apology.

He coughed and studied the wood grain of the desk . “Uh…yeah. I mean…right. Of course. You…you got it, uh, Ma’am.”

But she was already gone.

So, he gave them time.

A month passed, in the Waking, by his reckoning.

How much time was time, Matthew wondered.

What did ‘time’ mean to someone who was a few billion years old? Was a month enough time for the anthropomorphic personification of everybody’s brain-stuff to become Some Guy? How did that even work, anyway? Did he need to, like, solidify? Like a pudding? Probably not the instant stuff. But what the hell did he know about pudding, he’d only ever eaten it out of a little plastic cup.

While he pondered the pudding-to-Endless equivalency method of time measurement, another month passed.

Then one evening, as he perched on one of the palace spires and watched the sun sinking down towards the rippling mirage that concealed the horizon, his patience snapped completely, without warning, and he found himself winging his way into the Waking before his own common sense could sweet talk him out of it.

He landed on the narrow sill outside of a very familiar window. Mellow lamplight spilled through the glass. He could see inside, across the comfortable living room with it’s well-worn couch and cluttered dining table, to the two figures standing together in the small kitchen.

Holy fucking shit, Matthew thought.

He lunged foreword to tap out that familiar little rhythm on the glass— shave and a haircut— and Hob was hustling over to open it in an instant, grinning like a searchlight. Then he was skidding to a stop in the middle of the kitchen counter and before him was

Before him stood

If possible, he seemed even thinner than before— whatever had happened over the past two months had happened to him hard. But he was also…softer. Was that a thing that could be? Standing in the kitchen in a faded blue (blue. blue?) tshirt and threadbare gray sweatpants and smiling. SMILING. He was Some Guy and he was looking at Matthew and smiling.

He was exactly the same. He was entirely different.

“Holy fucking shit,” Matthew said.

Dream leaned his forearms against the counter, bringing himself down to ravens-eye level and said, “Hello Matthew.”

Very eloquently, Matthew said, “Dude.” Then, the floodgates opened and he couldn’t seem to stop. “DUDE. Fuck…it’s…you! It’s you! Look at that! Holy shit! I can’t even…I mean why am I surprised I died and woke up a fucking bird but I mean…look at you!! FUCK!!” He flapped his wings emphatically and stomped, as best he could with his spindly legs. “Goddammit! These…fucking…ARRGH. No thumbs! An’ no arms! I just wanna…HOB. My dude. Would you help me out here????”

Hob, who had been standing by with the expression of someone who had sprained an internal organ with the effort not to laugh, drew a shaky breath and a hand across his mouth and stepped foreword.

“Okay, I think I see. I get you.” He stepped up to Dream, laid broad palms on his narrow shoulders, and said with great formality, “Dream…from Matthew.”

And tugged Dream forward into a crushing, bone-creaking hug, compressing the breath clean out of him.

Dream squeaked like a squeezed balloon and that…that, more than anything else, made it real.

“Yeah,” Matthew said, “That’s the stuff.”

When Hob released him a solid minute later, Dream staggered a bit and caught himself on the counter, looking slightly stunned. But the smile was back, tugging up the corners of his mouth.

“I…I thank you, Matthew,” He said. “I missed you as well.”

Matthew looked down at his skinny little bird feet, listening to the sound of his claws clicking as he fidgeted. He felt…what was this? Shy. When the hell had shy ever happened to him? Never, that’s when. Fuck that. Matthew cleared his throat and looked up at the pair standing there beaming at him under the gold kitchen lights. “So, uh. What’cha up to? Got any big plans for…uh…for your afterlife tonight?”

“Ah. Hob is teaching me how to.” Dream paused. “Not set the stove on fire. We are making—what is this?” He plucked a small box off the countertop and studied it. “Pudding. Apparently.”

The sound Matthew made would have been pppPPPpppffffftttttt if he’d had lips. Which he didn’t, so the noise that actually came out was more or less indescribable.

“It’s a step up from tinned soup,” Hob said. “Progress is being made.”

Dream slanted him a look and picked up the can of whip cream, fiddling with the nozzle. “I did make perfectly adequate tinned soup. The second time. I believe I will be more than capable of—“ The rest of the sentence was obliterated by the sound of aerosolized dairy product spurting across his face.

Dream sighed.

Hob turned around to face the refrigerator, his shoulders shaking silently, organs once again in peril.

“…Oh man,” Matthew said. “This is gonna be great.”

#Dreamling #retired dream au #the sandman netflix #hob gadling #matthew the raven #retired!Dream #why was it so hard to finish this silly little thing?#why brain why??#Dreamling fic #my writing

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rafedaddy01 · 7 months

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omg i love your writing and i am backkkk, i actually have another request if thats okay.

reader and rafe go to a wedding and when they are separated bc rafe is talking to his friends and she is too, he looks at her and sees her with a kid (4 years old or so) and it suddenly hits him how much he loves her and he wants to spend his life with her, so like when they get home he tells her and she feels the same and it ends with smut, like breeding kink and stuff!! thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Notes: thank you so much! I love hearing stuff like this and I love getting requests from you guys!! I hope you love what I came up with ♥️

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Warnings: smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex, language

I looked over at my girl.

My girl.

I can’t believe I get to call her that.

She is mine.

She’s wearing a black flower pattern dress that is a bit too short for a wedding but she’s frisky like that. She’s got a white cardigan covering her sexy shoulders and she looks divine.

“Excuse me miss” a little boy tugs on her sleeve and asks her a question

She looks so much in her habitat. Maybe I should put a baby in her and show her what it’s like to be a real mom.

I let my thoughts ponder for a few minutes as I stand near my friends and watch her talk to the kids that have surrounded her now.

“And when two people love each other they get married, that’s what we are celebrating today. The love between two people” she looks at me when she explains this to the little boys and girls surrounding her that are just as mesmerized by her beauty and angelic voice like I am.

I smile as I walk up to her. “Excuse me kiddos, mind if I steal my love from you?”

All the little girls giggle as I take her outstretched hand and twirl her towards me, dropping her upper body down and holding her lower back as I dip down and kiss her.

“Let’s get out of here”

****

Back home I waste no time undressing my girl.

“Holy fuck, you look beautiful” I say as she strips down to a matching, lacy, black lingerie set that hugs her tits perfectly and wraps around her tanned skin deliciously.

“Shit.. please tell me you weren’t wearing this all night!” I groan as I think about being next to her and her wearing such a dirty piece of clothing

“All. Damn. Day” she says slowly as she lets her dress pool at her feet and crawls to me on the bed.

I quickly pounce on her and flip her over so I’m towering over her and pin her wrists above her head, I give her body one quick look over before meeting her gaze and speaking “you wore this while talking to those kids? You naughty little minx. Maybe I need to punish my sweetheart”

I lean down and kiss her neck and she lets out the cutest little moan I’ve ever heard.

This girl will be the death of me.

I let her wrists go and she runs them up my back as I drop my lips down to their breasts, pulling the lace bra down and popping a erect nipple between my teeth. She whines as I tease and twist her buds.

God I could sit here and play with her perfect breasts and listen to her sounds all day.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart” I tell her as I pepper kisses on her rose scented skin, down to her covered pubic bone.

“I-I need you to touch me rafey” she says

Fuck I love it when she calls me that.

“Yeah sweetheart? Where do you need my touch?”

“Everywhere” she says in a breath as she opens her legs and I shimmy her panties down.

As she takes off her bra I peel off my tux shirt and dress pants, leaving me in my boxers.

I immediately get back to my girl because being away from her is like missing a piece of my heart.

“Now.. where does my sweetheart need to be touched?” I ask her as I draw circles on her inner thigh.

“Rafey.. please”

“Ah ah, I need to hear you say it sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want you just need to ask” I can’t help but smirk after I say this because I love getting a rise out of my girl. It always turns her into a freak and she secretly loves it.

“I- I need you to touch my pussy” she screams out as I bring a finger to her entrance and dip it in her arousal

“Holy fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

She bites her lip and nods

Fuck teasing her, she’s wet enough and I just need to be inside her right now.

I take off my boxers and position myself ontop of her as she wraps her legs around my waist and pushed me closer.

“I watched you with those kids today and it made me realize how much I want to have our own kids” I say as I push a strand of her hair back and watch her expression change from lust to love

“Rafey that’s so sweet, of course I want to have your children” she says before pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me.

As we kiss I push my lower body into her.

She moans into my mouth and I accept it.

I pull away and look down to we’re we connect

“I want you to stop taking your birth control, starting today. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum so that your constantly leaking. That way I can make you a mommy and you can start calling me daddy”

“Fuck rafey! Right there” she scratches at my back as I pick up the pace

“You like that? You like thinking of me as a daddy and having my children growing in you?” I snap my hips harder as she clamps down on me with every word I say

“Shit sweetheart, your suffocating my cock. Such a dirty little whore. You like the idea of walking around with my cum dripping out of you”

“Yes!” She whines as I grind my hips and keep thrusting.

I lean down and bring her nipples into my mouth. “Can’t wait for these to leak milk so that I can suck it out of them” she moans at my words

“Holy fuck! Rafe! I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me mommy, let go for daddy”

I snap my hips in a faster pace as i hit her sweet spot over and over again

“Shit sweetheart, do you feel me in your womb? I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” She moans her agreement as she clamps around my cock and I let go.

Spurting my cum deep inside her and her womb sucks it right up.

I stop thrusting and pull out, some of my cum starts leaking out and I bring two fingers down and push it back in

“Rafe!” She whimpers as her legs shake

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart. We’re gonna make you a mommy, yeah?”

She pouts as she nods and I pull my fingers out before laying next to her and cuddling her

“I love you so much y/n, I really do want to have kids with you. You’d make the best mother” I kiss her forehead as she snuggles closer to me

She sighs, “I love you too rafey, and you’d make the perfect daddy”

“Careful sweetheart, I’m already ready for round two”

She giggle and I could never get tired of hearing that sound.

We lay in bed for hours. Fucking, cuddling, fucking again and eventually sleeping.

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i-am-baechu · 4 months

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♡ Summary: New Year's Eve and being invited to a party isn’t the craziest thing to hear. What's crazy to hear is getting invited to a party and meeting Idols at that same party. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

♡ Pairing: Fan girl! Reader x ot7!

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: Fluff, little romance, kind of crack lol and just pure happiness!

♡ Authors Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS! I can’t believe it's the new year, it feels weird saying 2024. Have a safe New Year!

Working as a supervisor didn’t fulfill life like how L/N Y/N thought it would as a child. She still gets yelled at by her manager about things she didn’t do and she still has to deal with annoying customers. It was the normal life of a person in their late twenties. It also sucked that she lived with her parents because rent was ridiculously high. New Year's Eve was the start of something different.

Every New Year’s Eve, she would spend it with her family drinking apple cider as they watched the ball drop. This year, her friends wanted to do it differently. One of her friends, Allison, was invited to a party. She didn’t ask how she got the invite but she was grateful that she was going. At first, Y/N didn’t want to go but her mother told her that a twenty-five-year-old should be out with friends having fun.

“All you do is work, Y/N. You deserve to have fun.”

Looking for a dress was harder than she thought. To be more specific, a party dress. As sad as it sounds, Y/N has never been to a club. The one time she was going to go something came up and she had to change her plans. She picked out a simple beige dress that went off her shoulders. It was simple but she had cute retro flower earrings that had smiling faces on them. It was perfect for her.

Allison was an introvert but she could be extroverted when she wanted to be, Alica was an introvert and hated everyone, and Y/N was the type of person to introduce herself to someone new because she would feel guilty if she didn’t. The perfect friend group on New Year's Eve.

Y/N was sitting outside away from the music with her vodka in her hand. She was dancing with her friends but the music was too loud and it was starting to bother her. She had to take a quick breather outside. The beats from the music were loud enough to make the floor vibrant, it was giving her a headache. The night sky was cold enough to make bumps appear on her skin but the alcohol in her system was keeping her warm.

“It’s cold isn’t it?”

She turned her head at the unknown voice and her mouth dropped. Why the fuck was Park Jimin talking to her? She blinked her eyes and shook her head gently because there was no way this was happening. When she opened them back up she saw Jimin looking at them with his signature smile that made millions melt, she was one of them.

“Ye-Yeah, it’s cold. Like it's really cold...you can get goosebumps with how cold it is. Which makes sense because it's the natural human response but that's beside the point.” Jimin let out a small laugh and nodded his head. He pulled a chair to sit next to her and she looked around to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. She looked at him with squinted eyes and leaned forward a bit. He watched her with a raised eyebrow but didn’t say anything. She put her hand out and touched his chest, “Holy shit...you're real.”

“Yes?”

She pulled her hand back and bowed her head at him, “Sorry...I didn’t mean to say that out loud or touch you without asking...That’s bad of me. I’m sorry.”

Jimin let out a laugh and leaned back in his chair, “It's fine...I thought it was funny.”

She took a sip of her vodka and nodded her head, “So why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, you're an idol. You know, famous and rich...very rich. Why are you at this simple party?”

“Because I made him come here.”

She turned her head and again her mouth dropped. Kim Taehyung was staring at her with a smirk on his face, “Ho-Holy shit.”

“Well, he invented all of us here.”

She looked past Taehyung and saw the rest of Bts looking at her with smiles on their faces. She nodded her head and stood up from her chair slowly. She walked towards the edge and leaned against the edge, “What the fuck is happening?”

She heard a laugh and she turned around to see Jimin giving her a comforting smile, “We just wanted a break from the loudness in there.”

She nodded her head and sat back in her chair but she turned her body towards everyone, “Well...welcome to the party. I mean the party has been going on for a while now but hi my name is Y/N...I didn’t see you but if I did I would’ve introduced myself...I think I would?”

“I’m glad I can finally put a name on your pretty face, Y/N.”

She tilted her head at Jimin and squinted her eyes at him, “Huh?”

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and took a sip of his beer, “I like her, she's funny.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and looked at Y/N with a welcoming smile, “Hello Y/N. I’m glad we can have someone new this evening for New Year’s Eve.”

Jin took his phone out and the light from his phone lit his face up. Y/N just stared at him in awe, “It’s about midnight. We should go to the edge.”

She pushed some hair behind her ear because she needed to touch reality somehow. Hoseok leaned forward and pointed at her earrings, “I like your earrings. It looks like this sweater I have.”

“They were three dollars. I was so excited to buy them.”

Yoongi glanced inside and looked back at her, “We should go do the countdown.”

“It's going to be loud...”

Jimin watched her cringed and nodded his head, “We should stay out here. There’s that big screen that has the countdown. We can do it together with our new friend.”

“Fr-Friend!?”

Jin nodded his head and pointed at the screen, “It’s starting! Let’s go before we miss it!”

They all made their way towards the edge except for Jimin. He smiled at her and put his hand out for her, causing her to look up with confusion, “Let’s go see the countdown together.”

She glanced at his hand and then at his face, “Su-Sure...”

She placed her hand into his and he pulled her up causing her to hit his chest. Her eyes widened at the action and he smirked at her, “I would love to welcome the new year with someone as pretty as you.”

“Likewise...?”

He let out a laugh and they walked towards the edge with the others. Jungkook wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a bunny smile, “10!”

“9”

“8”

She looked at the screen and she couldn’t believe that the new year was happening. It didn’t feel like this year she accomplished much but her friends and family would disagree. Usually, for the New Years, she would feel depressed. This year it was different. She was hoping for something new.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!!”

Jimin turned towards and placed a quick kiss on her cheek, “Does that prove I’m real?”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts

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walrus150915 · 4 months

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Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

#this one is kinda short #but still #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #goldenheart #nimona headcanons

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oddballwriter · 4 months

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Like They've Seen a Ghost

Summary: You'll admit that the sight of you and the boys is certainly something interesting to witness. With them looking 'normal' and you being in your usual gothic style. But you would be lying if you said that seeing the reactions and interactions wasn't funny.

Warnings: The reader is implied to wear heavy makeup. Gender neutral/non-specified reader who is referred to pronoun-wise using they/them.

Author’s Snip: Goths, rise! I have food for you!

Notes: I lowkey roast e-girls and I'm sorry but this is truly for the trad/post goths.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,057

You were used to it. The disapproving look on old people as they walk past. People laughing and whispering to each other, or just outright saying it regardless of being in earshot or not. Parents diverting their kid's attention when they were innocently looking at you. Cat calls. Jokes. Comments. All that. And you never really cared. That's how they live and if they have a problem with you even though you aren't doing anything to them then they'll have to figure that out for themselves.

Some people didn't really mind. More so, they just stare at you. Sometimes very obviously. But you don't mind that either. You're sure that if you were like them and saw someone like you you'd definitely stare for a bit too. It was amusing in a way. But it was even more amusing when you saw them reacting to you when you were out with your very 'normal' looking boyfriends.

Upon walking into a bookstore with Steven once and finding a section that caught your attention, you were quick to over hear some whispers in the shelf behind you.

"Don't stare. That's rude." you heard a woman hiss under her breath. "Sorry. But like... look at them." another female voice said back in a matching volume whisper, "I could never." she commented. "Jenny!" the previous woman scolded. Jenny was quick to defend her words, "No. No. I mean like, I could never be on that level of I don't give a fuck. I find it cool that they can.". Her friend stays silent and Jenny says something else, "Good on their boyfriend for not giving a damn either. If I were dating a goth person I would be embarrassed being with them and not matching.".

That prompts you to glance at Steven. Who is very much occupied with reading the synopsis of the book he's looking at and clearly not listening, let alone aware of, to the two talking behind the two of you.

"They're actually kind of cute together." Jenny's friend remarks. You can assume that Jenny was nodding her head as she replied with "They really are. I honestly want what they have." before you hear them move on to some other section of the store.

The one memorable time with Marc and someone catching sight of the two of you together was when you and him went out to eat on a date. You weren't expecting to eat anywhere and would have liked a heads-up before putting on your usual makeup look. But hey, you wore mostly smear-proof stuff and could fix anything after.

Matter of fact that's what you had just got done doing in the bathroom mirror of the bathroom before leaving. You did get your share of looks while in there but again, you didn't care. It wasn't until you left the bathroom to where Marc was waiting that you really got something.

"Holy shit I wasn't expecting that." a guy says at a nearby table. You can hear his buddies asking what he means and the guy responds, "Don't look, but that this guy near the bathrooms was waiting on a goth.". The sound of the restaurant wasn't drowning out his voice but they did with whatever his friends are saying but you get the idea when he said "No. Not like those girls who wear stripes and draw hearts on their cheeks with eyeliner. A real one. The ones that wear black lace and have the full look.", "Just wait when they walk away to the door. You'll see." he says.

You can tell that Marc heard him talking and wanted to say something, but you touch his shoulder and shake your head to tell him to let it go and that it's fine.

When you did walk out you were able to catch Marc glaring at the guys, but as long as he wasn't picking a fight and they weren't actually causing problems it was okay.

"Fucking redneck version of the lost boys." you hear Marc insult under his breath. earning a chuckle from you.

The time with Jake was funnier than anything though. Jake had actually gone out to a goth club with you, wanting to get a taste of what it's like in "the bat caves" as he jokingly called it. It was a blast of course. You had your boyfriend there, and honestly, he already wears dark colors and knows and likes the music from listening to it with you, so he bends right in. You also think it was a bit of the gloves too.

Anyway, the party was over and it was late, so you were about to head to the car when Jake remembered something. "Wait hold on. I know a donut truck that's nearby." he said.

Upon walking down the block the other way, you found a food truck that stood alone just off the sidewalk and was lit up with some people already around it. When you got there Jake called out a greeting to what seemed to be the owner who greeted him right back. "Jake! My boy! It's been a while!" the older man said before catching the sight of you and blurting out "Holy shit!" before apologizing.

Jake points at you and says "That's more partner." as an introduction. "Oh, wow! You didn't tell me you were dating one of those." the man says, "If I had know I would have had a spooky donut for you." he says to you, clearly as a joke but he can tell that it doesn't really land. "I'm sorry. I'm bad a jokes. But seriously what can I get you kids." he says.

After ordering and walking away with your food, the guy, who you now know as Tony, yells out to Jake, "Ay Jake! Remember to eat some red meat after tonight! It helps with recovering from giving blood." he says before you hear him laughing at his own joke.

"Is he always like that?" you ask. Jake nods with a smile as he takes a bite out of his donut. "Yeah. Every night. The apartments across the street fucking hate him but they can't do anything because he feeds most of the graveyard shift cops." Jake explains, "And also he's Tony. Everyone likes Tony." he adds and you just go with it.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #goth reader

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plantboiart · 14 days

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Okay finished relistening to episode 1 (will listen to episode 2 and maybe more tomorrow but its like 10 pm and i have school tomorrow) of bitb and heres just like small collection of things that stuck to my mind!

Rolan does in fact canonically have a car i forgot about that so sorry rolan in my fic you got to live but lost your ability to drive such is life

Kian’s first act being just drinking something…. Like he wakes up and immediately gets alcohol… grizzly honestly just does such an incredibly amazing job making kian seem so like depressing but hiding it so well behind making everything seem like just some funny rockstar stuff its amazing

Also! The super tired ‘hey’ before he remembers and switches to ‘i mean whats up dude’??? Like could that have been a genuine mistake by grizz, sure, but i highly fucking doubt that. Like grizzly is so incredible at voice acting i refuse to believe that wasnt intentional

Rand. Just. How fucking mad he is at rolan. Its just painful. And how clearly done with it rolan is like you know this is an argument theyve had like hundreds of times before

So so so many details about kian that are so fucking fun to think about, specifically when he describes the look officer dudes gave him? Like (cant remember the exact quote but you get it) ‘ive seen some bad people in hollywood, people who just smile at you a certain way and you know you wouldnt want to meet them at night because they want to kill you’???? I am using that against him so hard holy shit

They just. Know nothing about how time works. They keep saying that its been a decade (it hasnt its been 15 years) and barc is supposedly old enough to have met them but no he is absolutely not and also charlie described barc as a golden retriever but then who the fuck is the black dog in rands official art just. Wow theyre so inconsistent about everything.

Theres definitely a few details about kian that i had forgotten about (like him just saying he has plenty more cars at home and whatever) but the pros of that is. I dont even need to decide to just ignore canon because i can just fucking believe that hes lying! Like its kian we cant trust his word on anything and thats great for me because i dont need to worry about messing up the canon!

Trying to just keep track of their stats and such but its. Its so hard. Because most of the time they just say ‘thats a success/hard success/failure/etc’ and not even what they actually rolled and then when they say what they rolled they still usually dont say what the number they had to beat was so just like.

Kian has 30 strength and 75 in guitar and 11 hp and that is all i can actually remember

Rand has 45 strength and 30 sanity (for like the first half hour) and ive already forgotten everything else

And rolan. Im going to be real i remember nothing already. I think he has 8 speed? But that was in the solo ep so i cant be sure. Also either him or rand had 14 hp i have already forgotten which one

Rat’s death is so hard to think about but its also very hard for me because im just thinking of kian going through the same fucking thing. Like hes aware of it and hes in pain and he just hears a buzzing and. Augh. (And kian probably died alone. God knows becky wasnt comforting him through that)

…..kian going fucking four times over the speed limit getting to galloway but then specifically not speeding with the others until theyre trying to leave after seeing rats whole thing? You cannot convince me that thats not like him being passively suicidal and just not caring about his own safety unless other peoples lives depend on it as well

Also, quick pat on the back for myself, i feel like i did very well with especially rand and rolan’s dynamic. Like just the intense care and love they have for each other but its been overshadowed by years spent apart and basically the second theyre left alone they immediately get into an argument and instantly start going right for all the things that hurt the most? Jesus they need therapy

Also kian (yes of course im focusing on him again thats my guy) just cares for them so much?? Like him immediately going after rolan and trying to help him without even knowing whats going on, also as fucking stupid as it is grizzlys plan being literally ‘im going to flirt with donna so john walks in on us and chases me with a shotgun to give a distraction for rand’ its like. So ridiculous. Yet somehow also very caring that this idiot is really willing to risk getting shot at to help rand out a bit

#jrwi show #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #blood in the bayou #jrwi spoilers #jrwi bitb spoilers #bitb spoilers #blood in the bayou spoilers

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thechekhov · 1 year

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts (CHA 19: Tentacles)

They’re all adorable, but Marcille, WHY are you in capris and sandals in a dungeon gurl please I’m begging you

Last chapter, Laios had to have a lie-down. This chapter, it’s Marcille’s turn.

Passive Perception - Orym vs. Chilchuck. FIGHT

A much more positive outcome than I was expecting, to be honest.

hold up. You’re telling me all those chapters happened within the span of A WEEK

dungeon time dilation real

lmao. ‘Someone’s paying me for this, idk who’ Big Grad Student energy

Knockoff Vax and Vex, got it.

Not everyone is an head over heels for Falin as you are, I guess. They’re wrong, of course, but I get it.

damn bruh, that’s cold

And despite all of that, Laios still tries to warn them. We don’t deserve him.

I give them three days.

I was too generous.

HOLY SHIRTBALLS.

THEY HAD A KID WITH THEM? WHO BRINGS A TODDLER DUNGENEERING

Damn, these guys must be loaded.

How much would YOU accept for someone to just use you as a meat-shield repeatedly?

Right, they don’t come back if it’s outside the dungeon.................... but the spirits in the dungeon can’t escape.

Just like the spirits trapped in Marcille’s little experiment jar. They remain there.... because of the barrier..............

..................................... 👁👁

That seems good and healthy.

It’s creating a weird feedback loop of an ecosystem, basically. If that’s really the case, I’m not surprised things are going sideways.

........he has a very punchable face, this old man.

.......oooooh gurl u don’t know even the half of it.

Horrible, ominous, creepy. 10/10

the monster-infested sword continues to be an excellent character.

Really enjoying the implication that Laios was this capable even BEFORE he got Sword-Friend that is now Monster-Detector-Automatic.

DOLLAR STORE VEX!! NOT YOU TOO!!

Ah yes. The old Barbarian reach problem.

you just know when Laios starts saying shit like this you’re in for a treat

SENSHI WITHOUT HELMET??? REAL SHIT????? I thought it was like. Stuck on his head eternally.

He trusts you. Don’t let the boy down!

I kinda love Senshi without the helmet, guys. This is a problem.

I mean, it looks like you’re capable of it! :D

OH NOOOO NOT HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE

my dude. buddy. pal. can you SEE?

And is this really the time?!

........b.............banana............

Chilchuck, from across the room to Namari:

Vinegar makes me retch so this is the first time I am not actually enticed by a food but... why does it taste different to all of them?

This is what you’re missing out on, Namari. Aren’t you jealous?

The risk you took was calculated..........but man are you bad at math.

.........idk man, it sounds to me like Laios and his quick thinking and ability to sacrifice himself to be a pin cushion was what really did you both good here, but what do I know?

#dungeon meshi #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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Idk about you but uh, I'm a huge fan of Kratos and reader just exploring old places in midgard. They come across what seems to be an old throne room and Kratos "pledges fealty" to reader and it's spicy obvi.

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Oh Ma GODS, i have so many ideas- it’s bad at first; but I like to believe it’s gets better the more you read <3

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Warnings: Fem reader teasing Kratos, she’s a bit of a dommy mommy, Kratos becomes a bit of a dom at the end, pussy talk, cock talk, hornyness, jerking off, pussy eating, squirting, neck kisses, tittie play, Kratos trying to pledge some sort of fealty.

Authors Note: To be honest, this took me way too long to write and I’m not that happy with it. I Just haven’t wrote anything and I got my wisdom teeth out :( so I’m all lazy now.

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“Holy shit!”

You squealed, arms wildly frailing around. “ITS A THRONE ROOM” you yell, listening to your voice echo back. You turn to look at your husband, Kratos, who has his eyes on some chests overfilled with books and random scraps of cloth and metal.

“Your majesty! My king” you say dramatically, getting down on one knee and using your arms to show him the way to the chair. He uses his foot to kick some rocks around before walking to the chair. “Do you think it’s real?” He speaks, voice full curiosity.

“…The room?” You cock your head up, getting off of your knee and dusting the dirt off. “No…the gold…” his fingers glide alongside the chair. It was made of gold, beautiful intricate designs wrapped around the handles and the crown of the chair. It was decorated with rubies and emeralds. He used his thick fingers to dust the dirt off the rubies, easily plucking one out and handing it over to you.

“The rubies and such…look at it…” He let’s it touch your palm before letting go. He sits down on the chair, legs spread and resting his cheek onto his curled up hand. You examine it, pulling it up to the window where light seeped through. “Yes…it’s real…wow…kratos we’re Rich!” You joke, going over to sit onto his lap.

The chair was quite big. It’s cushion was wide, the back long, reaching for the sky. The legs where sturdy and seemed attached to the ground…or maybe it was just so heavy it wouldn’t even wobble. “What would you do with so much money?…”

He lifts his head up, opens his mouth before resting it back onto his fist. “I Don’t know…” he mumbles, eyes attaching to yours. “Well…i would try to make the best life for my kids ya know? And help the needy! Ya…that’s best…”

He uses his other hand to fix your hair, lips slightly curling up to show interest in your words. “Don’t look at me like that, big guy” you whisper, biting your lip and giving him a teasing rock of your hips. His breath hitches for a quick second.

Lifting his head up for good, he uses his hands to pull you closer to him. His lips attach to yours, the kiss was sweet. Well it was supposed to be before you pushed your tongue past his lips. You licked under his teeth, poking his tongue with yours. His tongue kissed you back. He let out a groan and you swallowed it right up.

“Fuck me…” you groaned when you pulled away, hands reaching down to fuck with all the straps and heavy armor adorning his crotch area. “Fuck I miss when you just wore that stupid loincloth.”

“You have not even seen me in that….” He pushes your hands away, freeing himself and leaning in to kiss your mouth. “I dream about it…” you rock your hips over his freed cock, it was soft, but one of your special talents is getting it right up. He basically tears off your shirt after stripping you from your armor. His hands play with your covered tits, squeezing and eventually taking off your bra.

“Kiss it…” you coo, leaning closer for him to place his lips all over your chest. You swore his cheeks started to get warm, but the thought was long forgotten when he attached his lips around your nipple. “So good….mmm…” you hum happily, hips rocking faster and faster. “Fuck…lemme take off my pants….” You try to stop his head, but he doesn’t seem to wanna stop. “Don’t you wanna fuck my pussy, Kratos??…Hm???” You tease, voice dropping low and slow.

Pulling yourself away, you shoved down your pants and panties as fast as you could, straddling his lap right after. Spitting into your hand, you reach down and started to stroke his cock, fingers gliding over his heavy tip that was leaking pre-cum already, “so horny already?” You bite, leaning over to kiss open mouthed kisses at his beautifully pale collarbone.

“You are the one…who wanted it” he groans, eyes staring into yours with so much love, you could imagine little hearts in them. “Look you’re hard already….” You go to look down, but the sudden grip on your lower chin shocks you. He pulls your head up, fast. “Don’t test me, woman. Get. On. It. Now”

Blinking Flatly, you nod your head a couple of times,

“but…you didn’t prep me….”

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“Please!! PLEASEEE!” You cried out, legs shaking horribly over his thick shoulders, “let me cum, I wanna cum- please, I wanna cum, I wanna cum, I wanna-“

It’s your fault, you’re the one who wanted to tease him and now you’re the one with your back on the chair, legs high up onto his shoulders while he eats you out. He’s been edging your for an hour…or 30 minutes? Who cares, you don’t remember. His fingers where doing unbelievable things into your once tight hole, now loose and ready to be fucked.

“Once.” He slurs, dipping his fingers back in and sucking onto your clit. He curls his fingers the right way, lips and tongue licking and sucking the best way. Feeling that stupid knot form into your lower belly once again, your starts to buck your hips onto him. All you can see is stars now. It’s too much-

“Gonna cum-“ you choke out, breathing heavily and the sweat that formed on your body was crazy. Finally, finally! With a few more strokes and a few more licks, you’re squirting all over his face…

For the first time…

It’s was a bit quiet after Kratos moved his body away and went to wipe his face with his large palm. “I- I’m sorry- I didn’t think I could do that…” though overly sensitive, you pull your body up and go to touch his arm. “Again.”

What? Again?

You gave him a puzzled look.

Kratos pulls away fully and gets down on one knee, “my queen…” he moves his hand to his heart. “I’ll be your…knight…? if you do one thing for me…”

Is he? Trying to pledge fealty? Or something close to that? But in a sexual way?

“Do it again…but on my cock…”

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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

Tagged by @mistmarauder and I'm pretty sure I'm contractually obligated to do as she says so...

Top Five Blorbos: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Patrick Jane, Edgin Darvis, Xenk Yendar

Top Five Fandoms: 9-1-1, Fast & Furious, Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, The Mentalist, The Witcher

Top Five OTPs: Buddie, Xedgin, whatever the hell Dom/Brian is called (there is so little fanfic for them I am weeping), Jisbon, House/Shenanigans uh I mean House/Wilson/Cuddy

Shoutout to Some New Friends: @princessfbi and @tulipfromtheinternet have been very kind to me, leaving treats out on their porches for me to sniff. I even let them pet me after a few months of slowly earning my trust!

Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @mistmarauder and @catdadeddie are two friends I grew closer with this year, and have done a lot to restore my trust in people. They've put up with an unfair amount of prickliness and distrust on my part with grace and love. @evcndiaz has also put up with me dropping into her inbox with fun (horrifying) facts about human anatomy, which earns her a gold medal. And of course @givemeunicorns @devilsbrokerank @captainofthefallen and @extasiswings continue to be my rocks and remind me that there are good people in this world, and that some of those good people might actually love me.

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: Genuinely I feel like with my Halloween fics I have done the best work in my fanfiction career. I'm shocked at how proud I am of the fanfics I put out this year, including my Wednesday fic and my Xedgin fics. It's impossible for me to choose a favorite.

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: @kittykatthetacodemon had me reading fic for fandoms and ships I'm not even in or shipping? she's just that fucking good? holy shit go watch Mag7 and then read her fics just. just do it.

People Who Brightened Your Year: @lisbonsteresa always and forever brightens my days, and it was a delight this year to be in the same fandom again as she got me hooked on The Mentalist, @mistmarauder always makes me laugh even (especially) when she's roasting me, and @extasiswings helped me get away from the real world a couple times when I needed it.

Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention: I'm so grateful to all of my readers, always. Your enthusiasm and comments are what keep me going. Thank you thank you thank you.

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: I'll be honest I have barely read any fanfic this year since I simply haven't had time but a quick shout out again to @kittykatthetacodemon because Mist forced me to read her fanfics at gunpoint and I've never been so happy to be at gunpoint after reading them. I've reread her Hobbs & Shaw fics literally a dozen times, she nails the hysterical over-the-top banter from the F&F films and it has me giggling every time.

Oh and @henswilsons. Forever and always making me laugh with your delightful fics. Never stop, dear.

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: @captain-hen so many times I see a gifset that makes me insane and it's by you, you menace. @like-the-rest-of-la lovely art from a lovely person. @bucksketch you make art that has me screeching and twirling my hair and kicking my feet. @mistmarauder your podfics, babe, you know how much I adore them. Um I'm terrible at remembering urls (I'm even worse with names). Uh. Um. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhh... *we're all still waiting days later*

Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024: 9-1-1 SEASON SEVEN BABEEEEEEY

#tagging thing #about mads

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A Force of Nature [Pt. 1]

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her to They/Them Pronouns • Stepping up into the father role took a lot of guts for Daryl, but it was a challenge worth taking. Even if the world tested him plenty • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Injuries / Illness / Canon Violence • I got lost with ages cuz TWD makes it confusing, this is my formal apology

“Please tell me it’s not real” Carol follows Rick to their cellblock after the group from the run came back. “Rick, who would do such a thing?!”

“Monsters who can’t take care of their children the second bad things happen” Rick frowns opening the curtain to Hershel’s cell finding Daryl on the bottom bunk holding the six year old he and Glenn found. “Holy shit”

“Easy with the language” Hershel states continuing to listen to her heartbeat even if it was still pounding after what had happened.

“Tell me what happened out there”

“We were just. Doing a run. Getting supplies. Formula and any food related was priority. Then we found an old school that did have people taking up camp in it. But she was…the only survivor”

Daryl held the child the entire time Glenn was talking about how they found her and Hershel checking her of anything. The entire time he felt her shift and hold onto his arm tighter than before whenever her condition was brought up.

The two had found her locked up in a supply closet, starved and shaking. Covered in dirt, had some cuts on her face and arms, a few bruises. Daryl didn’t hesitate for a second when her first action was to cry and hold her arms up. He didn’t expect to be this attached to a child the second he held her. But given some of the damage done to her when they first saw her, he knew that was a form of punishment done to her. As much as it did save her from whatever killed the rest of their camp, she was forever going to have what happened to her in the back of her mind.

“Are you okay?”

Daryl looks up from his spot on the floor next to his bunk that currently held the sleeping child. Carol brought herself more into the cell as she sat across from him on the floor.

“No”

“Has she talked since you and Glenn came back with her?” Carol frowns worried for the child herself. “Could make something real quick for her”

“It’s fine. She sleepin’. Don’t wanna disturb her” Daryl frowns as the smallest sound made from shifting in the bed caused him to quickly sit up and check on her even if she was just readjusting. “Need another blanket…it was awful. Thought takin’ down the Governor was a hellish display…but where we found’er…worse” he kept his voice at a whisper for the kid as Carol couldn’t help but notice the crack in his voice when saying that.

A lot was happening in that moment. Infusing old Woodbury people. Assigning work. Making the prison more homey. Grieving what was lost.

Daryl couldn’t stop himself from thinking when he was a kid. Having nobody in his corner, especially when Merle left. He’s not just going to sit there and let her suffer like he did.

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They’ll never have the life like he’s had growing up

“The one time I bring my son out here, your kid isn’t here?” Carol scoffs jokingly knowing they couldn’t be that far from the camp Daryl has set up along the river.

“Dog is with’em. They’ll be back after checking the snares”

“You let your child do that? Granted…I’m not surprised. They are your kid. They probably know a lot of things only the Daryl Dixon would” Carol smiles making the archer roll his eyes while he set up the fire for them.

Henry was getting his blanket from their wagon when a dead rabbit was suddenly tossed in his line of sight. His scream scared both Carol and Daryl but given the slap sound that followed. Clearly—

“Hey you hit my fucking kid, I’ll hit you back”

“THEY HIT ME!” Henry snaps gesturing to the red hand print on his face once he got into the light of the fire. Daryl squints for a moment before letting it slide as Carol groans annoyed.

“Y/N what did Henry even do this time?” Carol couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her when she was trying to be serious. But the look on his face grew sour before returning to shock when Y/N had snuck up on him once again.

“STOP THAT”

“STOP YELLING OR ILL SMACK YOU AGAIN” Y/N snaps making their way to Daryl and setting down the two rabbits the snares provided. With the addition of Dog dropping a walker hand by his feet making him grimace while kicking it into the flames.

“Asshole”

“Oh yeah? You’re lucky I got caught in one of those fuckers or I’d wrestle your ass to the ground!”

“Woah Woah. Back track” Carol interrupts the two only for Y/N to immediately retract. “No this ain’t back to when you were eight and stubborn with check ups. If you’re hurt. You’re hurt. Come on” she points to the tree stump she was going to sit on.

Daryl quickly got up from his position moving to Y/N’s side not caring for the rabbits anymore as Carol helped the teen take their jacket off which was covering the damage. Thinking they could patch themselves up without any of them knowing, but of course Henry had to strike a nerve that lead to them just spilling the beans anyway.

“Hun, can you get one of the canteens?” Carol asks of her son, finally showing that one of the snares didn’t place right and clamped onto Y/N’s arm before they could retract fast enough. “How come you didn’t holler for any of us? We’ll do a pressure dressing for now…but I think they should come with us to Hilltop to get it better checked out”

“But I—-“

“I’m coming, kid. Don’t stress about that part.” Daryl states checking the wound himself as the two were helicoptering Y/N for a moment which made Henry uncomfortable.

“You should just be better at opening traps”

“And I’d like to see you fight with more than a stick, we’re both disappointed” Y/N frowns wincing when Carol started to flush out the wound, her whispering apologizes as she does such. “I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing? Accidents happen” Carol reassures seeing the same worried look on their face when they were younger appear. She couldn’t help but hold Y/N for just a moment knowing the stress they’re trying to endure from such an injury.

Only for it to bring back that older feeling of stress.

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Daryl anxiously held Y/N’s almost lifeless body from when the flu came through the prison as he had gotten there in time to get Hershel the medicine to help save their people. She hasn’t quickly bounced back like the others have but she wasn’t going to die either. Simply rest in his embrace breathing slowly.

“How she doin’?” Maggie pulled Daryl out of his thoughts as he glances at her for a second.

“Hasn’t entirely woken up. For longer than a minute”

“Guessing that’s when you readjust”

“Mhm” Daryl frowns keeping her close as Maggie brought herself to sit beside him for a moment while Glenn slept in the cell next door. “She’s got me wrapped around her finger”

“That’s what kids do, but hey. She’s got a good parent now” Maggie smiles watching the twitch in the corner of his lips when she said such. He kind of likes this, but the anxiety? Not so much

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“Uncle Aaron!” Y/N screams happily running over to the man who happily hugged the teen. “Why are you here?!”

“Don’t tell Michonne” Aaron zipped up his mouth watching Y/N do the same with a smile. They next gesture for him to lean down to their level. “Yeah?”

“Have you told you know who yet?” Y/N whispers with a devilish smile seeing Aaron get flustered at the question. “Cuz I think he likes yea too”

“You may be Daryl’s kid, but you’re still learning about being observant like him. I don’t think you know who does”

“Mmmmm gotta rip the bandage off” Y/N smiles patting his shoulder, letting him straighten up continuing to smile at the teen.

The two suddenly flinch to Daryl yelling Y/N’s name.

“See Enid!” He snaps watching Y/N give him a thumbs up before running over to the medical trailer. “Goddamn kid”

“Sorry if I knew I was stopping them from something pressing I would’ve—-“

“Nah it’s alright. Yer their favorite uncle and we don’t visit Alexandria as much as we used to” Daryl frowns parking his bike with Aaron following.

Part of Daryl wishes he didn’t rope Y/N in his endeavors on finding Rick. But the other, is solely Y/N not wanting to leave his side.

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“She’s 9”

“They’re 9” Aaron corrects Michonne hearing her apologize immediately after. “Why is this a council decision? Daryl is their dad. If he wants to leave and look for Rick, it’s either he brings them without their input. Or asks what they want and goes from there”

“As much as what happened…is affecting most of us still” Michonne frowns resting her hand on her belly. “They can still have a normal life, this isn’t normal and Daryl should’ve force them to join him”

“Michonne. This is Daryl and what he told me about Y/N? They aren’t going to separate any time soon…you are the same with Judith. You love her. Care about her. Want what’s best for her. But you also don’t want her to ever leave your side”

“Aaron…”

“Come on” Aaron guided Michonne to the streets of Alexandria to watch the display outside of Daryl’s town house.

Daryl knelt in front of the nine year old helping them zip up their jacket as Y/N fiddles with the gloves he made them put on. He watches them get situated with everything before noticing their attention on Aaron and Michonne. How can you not notice them watching? But as he started to walk over and tell Michonne they were leaving, Michonne watched Y/N trail behind him and eventually take his hand. That small interaction gave enough to ease her.

“We’re headin’ off”

“Be safe, especially you” Aaron smiles High giving Y/N as they let go of Daryl’s hand for a second to hug both of them.

“We’ll find him, Michonne” Daryl reassures her as she held Y/N for a moment longer before letting the two head out.

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“Can I come?”

“Nah, you stay here with Carol and Henry. I’ll be back with Eugene” Daryl states seeing Y/N blankly stare at him causing him to get a little annoyed. “Spit it out kid”

“Take Dog at least…” They frown crossing their arms as they developed the same habit Daryl does. Indirectly saying “be careful”.

Daryl nods whistling for said Mal to join him, Aaron, and Jesus. He was the last to leave Hilltop as he couldn’t help but make sure Y/N went to somebody they trust before he headed out. In this case it was Carol.

“I’m gonna see if Tara needs help with anything, see you later?” Y/N informs the two before leaving as Henry couldn’t help the scoff to escape him.

“What?” Carol nudges him to spill the beans as Henry couldn’t help it anymore.

“How are they just babied so much and still trusted more than me?! I’m 17! They’re 15!”

“Henry if only you knew—-“

“If this is going to be the whole “I was privileged” talk I don’t wanna hear it mom” Henry crosses his arms looking at Carol only to realize after saying such that he was a bit rude with his tone. “Sorry. I just. Confused on how that works”

“Because you’ve been protected all your life. They were not” Carol wraps her arm around his shoulders kissing his temple. “Besides. Y/N would do anything to stick with Daryl but they don’t always argue with him if he asks for them to stay”

“Babied…”

“You’re babied. By dad. So…?” She smiles, laughing a bit to the eye roll response from her boy.

When news of the group returned to hilltop, Y/N stepped out of the med trailer with Siddiq and Rosita. They slowly started to approach the scene and was immediately stopped by Rosita pulling them back. But the sight of Daryl and a few Hilltop folk taking a lifeless Jesus off the back of the horse, was too much.

“Y/N—-Hey, come on” Rosita frowns tugging at them to move but they tensed up when every part of them wanted to run over or run away.

Yet they stood there stuck at the sight clenching onto their shirt feeling their anxiety claw at them.

“Y/N…” Rosita started to get worried as she brought herself around to their front carefully resting her hands on their face watching the tears suddenly start to pour. “Oh hun…” she pulled them into her embrace letting them latch onto her for just a moment.

Then once they let go of Rosita, Y/N quickly ran over to Aaron latching onto him without a second thought. As the gesture caused them both to fall apart even more.

“I knew he loved you too, Aaron…” Y/N whispers feeling his arm tighten around them as his sobbing became more pronounced.

After burying their another of their family, Michonne came up with a sick idea regarding their most recent prisoner.

“No!”

“Daryl, they might—-“

“I’d rather have my trauma exploited. Not my damn kid’s”

“It’s just that they’re close in age Daryl…it’s not the end of the world to at least try and see if Y/N can get Lydia to share more about her mother” Tara frowns keeping the calmness in her voice when trying to convince Daryl but everyone was on edge after what happened to Jesus and Y/N hasn’t talked to him about how they’re feeling yet about it. He doesn’t want to trigger something to happen.

“I’ll ask…but if they say no—-“

“Then it’s no” Michonne reassures him before needing to take care of another matter leaving Lydia in their hands.

And it was.

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“Hey…you okay?” Michonne frowns sitting beside Y/N as they drew their attention back to Judith who was currently playing with the chalk Daryl had found her on a run forever ago. “Y/N, is this about where Daryl went…? He said he would come back for y—-“

“When what? Come back for me when what…what markers gotta be met? Cuz I know he ain’t ever coming back if it’s once he finds Rick…” and that’s when the regret sunk in as they felt the tears start streaming. “I believe he’s alive but Da—Daryl shouldn’t have to leave for so long…he could treat it like our runs..not like. Whatever this is…”

Michonne didn’t know how to ease their anxiety given she feels a bit at fault. She didn’t tell Daryl to go find him, but she was thankful someone was doing it. When Y/N came back with Daryl once because they were sick, Michonne thought he was staying. But he left during the night to keep searching and left Y/N where they would be safe.

“I…” Y/N croaked a bit, trying to get the painful words out as they kept pinching at their fingers. Watching Michonne’s hand come into view taking a hold of one and letting them squeeze it with both of theirs. “I was already abandoned…why did it have to happen again”

“Daryl didn’t abandon you. He would never. He’s doing this for family. He’d do the same for you, even more.”

The tears continued to roll off their cheeks as the teen brought themselves to rest their head on Michonne’s shoulder. Letting her wrap her arm around them bringing them close.

“He’ll be back, I promise”

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When Leah turned up and left, Daryl sat on the porch to the cabin in the woods with Dog for a moment. Then it hit him.

“Fuck” He reaches into his pack rummaging through it like a mad man to find a Polaroid he was afraid of losing ever since it was taken. “I’m fuckin’ terrible…”

As the gates to Alexandria open and Dog came running through confusing the few that stood by to greet Daryl on his return. Aaron couldn’t help but pet the dog being a tad distracted until he felt Daryl’s hand on his shoulder.

“Where’s my kid?”

“With Michonne, have been all day.” Aaron frowns watching his friend’s expression become even more full of worry. “Nothing happened to them, Daryl. They’ve just been a little…I don’t know”

“Been what? Aaron don’t—-“

“Triggered. Lonely? It has been a year, Daryl”

Shit. Daryl thought whistling for Dog’s attention so that he could follow him on his way to the Grimes’ residence in Alexandria. He stood in front of the door feeling the same anxiety like he did waiting outside Leah’s which brought on all kinds of regretful emotions. He shouldn’t have left them behind. For what? Someone who made him choose…he could’ve had it all…with an awkward conversation in the middle of it…but all along

It should’ve just been the two of them.

Right as Daryl was about to knock on the door, it swung open revealing Y/N who was all decked out in their gear. He was coming back for them and they were going to go out and find him.

“Hey kid I’m so—-“ Daryl was cut off by them suddenly latching onto him. He stopped trying to finish his sentence, hugging his kid tight feeling awful hearing them sob.

“Please don’t go…don’t leave me behind”

“I ain’t going anywhere without yea kid, I promise”

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Alpha arrived to retrieve her daughter but as the conversation continued and was disturb by the cries of the baby in the pack of Whispers. She looks toward the mother and glares for a second, resulting in the baby being left.

One second Y/N was beside Daryl at the guard stand, next thing they weren’t. He only started to panic when things escalated which means Connie emerging from the corn field to save the baby. But right as he was about to step down, he saw knives being tossed from a great distance and knew them from anywhere.

“Goddamn it kid!” Daryl snaps quickly heading down and going around to get out of hilltop with company following.

The lumber collection was revealed to have a hatch to outside the walls and that’s what got them out in time only to watch Connie come toward them with the baby. Y/N no where to be seen causing Daryl’s anxiety to get the best of him until he heard their familiar rage filled grunting they express when fighting somebody. In this case, a Whisperer they managed to get on the shoulders of tumbling out of the cornfield.

Y/N quickly drove their knife into the whisperer’s neck taking them out but Daryl quickly grabbed them. Tossing them off and crushing the person’s head in for even touching his kid. That once the dust settled he found out they had gotten hurt by said person.

“I appreciate you defending Connie but—-“

“I could’ve died. We don’t know…w-we don’t know what exactly they’re capable of. But they left a baby. A baby. For fucking walkers!”

“Y/N…”

“I…I don’t think giving Lydia was the right idea. But what they did is inexcusable” Y/N frowns patting their chest for Dog to jump up on them as they would pet him to ease some of their fears. “I don’t want anything to bad happen…”

“You’ll be safe, alright? Nothin’ gonna happen to you or any of us”

Then of course, his kid is exactly just like him.

Stubborn.

“You ain’t coming”

“Connie is”

“Yeah cuz she’s an adult”

“That you know no ASL to communicate, I understand fast action—-“

“You don’t know it either. And she’s got….” Daryl stops himself as he watches Y/N tap Connie as the two started to sign to one another. He was even more confused but Y/N knowing will become useful later.

My dad doesn’t believe me that I know Y/N frowns to Connie as she gave them a worried look. Henry told me what he was doing, and I let him go. I need to help you

And you will. But your safety, and Henry’s. Comes first Connie emphasizes before taking out her notepad writing for Daryl to understand that Y/N is coming with them even if his glare was obvious to them both.

“Don’t let them out of your sight” Daryl states watching Y/N interpret for Connie as she gave him a thumbs up. “When did yea learn this?”

“When you’ve been in Alexandria for a while, mostly against your will” They hissed. “You start to explore and read a lot of the literature around”

“You even know five dollar words, and you still snapped at the teacher before the bridge collapse”

“I either learn from you or by myself. I ain’t trusting anymore total strangers” They state only for Connie to playfully hit them in the arm after reading their lips. You’re the exception they signed before the group finally left to search for Henry.

Which lead to hiding in an abandoned building with Henry AND Lydia.

“Y/N let me out I can help”

But they couldn’t do anything in the moment, Y/N was occupied with covering Connie’s back and taking down the son of a bitch that got Henry in the leg. Which when Lydia broke down the door to get to the two.

When Daryl came down to the group after taking down Beta, from his knowledge, he quickly assessed the situation and decided to head to Alexandria first given its closer. Take care of everything and by the next day, they’ll make their way to the Kingdom.

“Connie’s gonna keep an eye on yea, and you keep an eye on Dog. Alright?” Daryl frowns seeing Y/N’s worried look in Henry and Lydia’s direction as he brought his arm around them catching their attention once more. “We’ll be back before you know it. Make sure nothin’ happens to Henry or Lydia”

But…

They couldn’t have predicted what happened next

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Chickenshit

Day 2 of my Halloweeny drabbles with Joel!

26/10: horror movie

Joel Miller x gn!reader

Word count: 895

Warnings: language, pet names (sweetheart, darlin')

Do not copy this work in any way, pls and ty

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Beep, beep, beep.

You opened the microwave door and took the bag of popcorn out, cursing quietly when the hot air grazed your hands.

You walked back into the living room to see Joel flicking through the TV channels to find a movie to watch. After setting the bowl on the small table in front of the couch, you sat beside him, tucking your feet beneath you and looking at him.

"So, what're we watching then?"

He turned back to face you before nodding his head towards the screen.

"Scream."

You raised your eyebrows at him with an unimpressed look on your face.

"Scream? We've all seen that like.. 20 times already. It's not even a horror film, just a whole lotta blood and death. Are you too chickenshit to watch anything that's actually scary? Hm, Joel? Too scared..?" You mocked in a playful tone. He glared at you, or tried to - he found it really hard to be truly annoyed at you - before handing you the remote.

"Fine, you pick somethin' scary. I bet ya 10 dollars you won't be able to sleep without me tonight you'll be so afraid."

"Challenge accepted." You replied, confident you'd be 10 dollars richer by the end of the night as you turned on The Ring.

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An hour later, you were petrified. You didn't want to look at the screen, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from it either, trying to catch the next jumpscare before it got you, failing miserably each time.

"Holy- Shit! Why are there so many jumpscares in this fuckin' film?!" You complained after what seemed like the ninth one in the past 20 minutes.

He just shrugged, smugness radiating from him as he watched you slowly get more and more freaked out, throwing more popcorn into his mouth. You reached for some more and pouted slightly when you realised he had finished the entire bowl.

"Joel.. did you seriously finish all the popcorn."

"'s not like you were eatin' any. Too scared shittin' your pants-"

"Go fill it up now." You cut him off as you handed him the bowl, eyes falling back to the TV, transfixed by the events playing out on-screen once again. He was about to tease you some more but decided against it, going to the kitchen and looking through the cabinets for the popcorn bag.

That was the last one.

"Sweetheart, 'm gonna go to the store real quick. Don't got any popcorn left." He called out from the hallway.

"Yeah, okay. Don't take forever." You responded as you heard the door close.

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15 minutes later, Joel still wasn't back and you heard something. A floorboard creaking. Probably nothing, the house is old anyways. The tap running. You needed to get it fixed, you'd tell Joel later. A crack, then a thud.

"Probably just a tree or something. Yeah. 's nothing." You quietly assured yourself, pulling the blanket tighter around your body, glancing around a bit before looking back to the screen. It was a quiet scene, nothing much was going on. Nothing much until-

The lights flickered in your house, again and again until they turned off completely.

"What the fuck.." You muttered under your breath, squinting your eyes to look through the darkness- the only source of light being the TV. When you looked back at it, the girl was fucking crawling through the TV and you nearly pissed your pants, jumping up and scrambling for the remote to immediately turn the film off.

Your shaky hands reached for your phone, pressing the button to call Joel, about to shout at him to hurry the fuck up because why was it taking so long for him to get some damn popcorn?!

Creeeeeeeaaaak.

You whipped your head around to the direction the noise came from before a pair of hands grasped your shoulders tightly.

You almost actually did piss your pants before the light turned on and you saw Joel's face staring back at you, shit-eating grin very evident on it. Grin which immediately disappeared when you accidentally smacked him across the face.

"Get the fuck off- Joel?" You stared at him, panting from the adrenaline coursing through your veins and watched as he broke out into laughter, doubling over at the sight of you gripping the remote and holding it in preparation to use it like a weapon, quivering with your eyes blown wide in fear.

"What. The fuck. Was that?!" You demanded, not amused like he was.

"That-" he began after a good thirty seconds of howling with laughter. "That was me being the king at scaring you, darlin'."

You threw the remote back onto the couch, before turning back to him.

"So that was all you? You- did you even get the popcorn?"

"I did not get the popcorn, but I don't think we'll be needin' any, considerin' you turned the film off."

You looked back to the TV screen, and yes you had turned it off, but you didn't want him to have the satisfaction. You were gonna finish the damn film, you weren't chickenshit.

"We don't need popcorn, but we're still finishing the film."

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He had to stay over that night because of how scared you were, jumping at every little noise that came from inside and outside your house.

Safe to say he didn't pull a stunt like that again.

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