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#he is still scared of his dad. you know. he can never get the lamp he can never do anything right

httpsghostie · 9 months

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Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that.

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games.

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

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vivwritesfics · 13 days

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Hungry Like The Wolf

Chapter Four

She hadn't seen her best friend, Lando, in years. She didn't run into him the last time she was visiting her father and she doubted she'd see him this time. Things were different now. She wasn't aware of his furry little problem. Just like she wasn't aware of the vampires plaguing the town.

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Something hit her window.

It was the middle of the night, and the object wasn't big enough to cause any damage to her window, but it did wake her up. Her body jolted as she opened her eyes, not quite realising where she was right away.

Her father's house. She was in her fathers house. Her breathing evened out as she remembered that.

When she sat up, something hit her window again. She switched her bedside lamp on and pulled her cardigan over her body. Wrapping it up tight around her body, she walked over to the window.

"Oh, no way," she whispered and pulled the window open. Leaning out, she looked down at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He grinned at her, his smile cheeky yet award winning. "I have barely seen you since you got here!" He shouted up to her. "I wanted to hang out!"

It must have been freezing out there. And, yet, Lando wasn't wearing a shirt. She had no idea how he was standing out there, how he wasn't freezing.

Suddenly, Lando looked to the left. "It's your dad!" He hissed up to her. "Meet me around back in ten minutes!" And, just like that, he took off, running into the darkness.

She shut her window and sat on her bed. It was the middle of the night and Lando wanted to to hang out. He was crazy. She knew he was crazy, but it made her want to do it all the more.

A knock came from her door. Standing up, she pulled it open, coming face to face with her father.

"You know I never liked that Norris boy," he said as he stared down at her.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, dad," she said, leaning against the door frame. "I had no idea he was going to show up like this."

Toto raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to... hang out with him?" He asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Would you be mad if I did?"

"You're in your twenties now," he said. Clearly he had no idea just how old she actually was, not well enough to know specifically. "You can do what you'd like."

She wore a small smile as she nodded. But, before she could shut the door and get dressed, Toto stopped her. "I'll have my phone on through the night. Text me if you need anything."

With those parting words, Toto returned to bed. He turned off the stairs light and crept back towards his bedroom.

She got dressed quickly and walked down the stairs, her footsteps light. She grabbed her keys from the hook and walked out of the back door.

In the darkness she could see nothing. "Lando?" She whispered, searching around. But she could see nothing. Nothing at all.

Suddenly, hands grabbed her from behind. She let out a shriek trying to push the hands off of her, but she was quickly being turned around. Quickly coming face to face with Lando Norris.

Even in the darkness, his eyes seemed to glow. She hit his muscled arm. "Asshole," she whispered. "You can't scare me like that."

"Sorry," he said, his smile still charming. "So, you wanna hang out or what?"

She rolled her eyes as she looked at him. "No, I'm out here in the middle of the night because I don't want to hang out." She placed her hand on her hip. "Seriously, what did you have in mind?"

Lando didn't say anything else. He held out his hand and she took it, trusting him completely. That was until he led her into the woods.

At the tree line she pulled her hand out of his. "C'mon Lando. I'm not going in there," she muttered and nodded her head towards the woods.

"You scared of the dark?" He challenged, grin teasing. But, when she glared, he dropped the grin. "C'mon," he said and held up his arm, flexing his muscle. "You know I'll protect you."

She rolled her eyes but allowed Lando to pull her into the woods.

He led her around the trees like he could see in the dark. He didn't take her too far in and, before she knew it, they were stopping. Lando made a drum roll noise with his mouth and pointed up. "Here we are," he said.

"Here we are, where?"

But, when she looked up, she spotted it.

When they were kids, when she used to spend more time in town, Lando's father and her father had built them a tree house a little way into the woods. Back then they had gone to the tree house every day after school, but it must have been empty for years.

Lando started climbing the ladder, and she was quick to follow. When she got to the top Lando helped her up and switched on the battery powered torch that hung from the ceiling.

"Holy shit," she said as she looked around. There was the makeshift table they used to do homework on and the crates they used to sit on. It was incredible that it was still there, that it hadn't fallen into disrepair.

The new addition to the tree house was the crate of beer beneath the window. Lando grabbed a can from the crate and passed it to her. "Drink with me?"

So, they drank as they talked. Lando told her what he could of his life over the last few years and she told him everything. When something in the woods howled (something Lando could identify as Daniel), she visibly stiffened up. But Lando wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

"Do you know Oscar Piastri?" She asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Lando sucked in a breath. He didn't want to tell her about the run ins he'd had with Oscar, couldn't tell her, in fact. "Heard of him," he answered and took a sip of his drink. He wouldn't get drunk, couldn't get drunk.

"He's taking me out to dinner," she said, a small smile crossing her features. "I can't wait."

Lando let out a breath through his head. He shook his head as it dropped forward. "Be careful around him," he said. "Please. I don't know him too well, but I do know some of the people he hangs with. They're... not great. Promise me you'll call me if anything happens."

"I promise," she said and finished her beer. "I can't believe we're still here, still in the tree house," she muttered as she ran her fingers up and down his arm.

Lando wasn't about to tell her that he was the reason the tree house was still standing. He didn't tell her that, when there was a hole in the roof, he was the one to fix it. He made the floor stable and reinforced the walls. It was the only piece of property he had on the packs land. On his first transformation it had been is safe place. (There was still bits of fur attached to nails).

Lando ran hot, hot enough to help put her to sleep. Well, it was a combination of that and the alcohol in her system. Lando tightened his arm around her as she slept against him. He pushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.

He'd watch over her while she went on her date with Oscar. He'd protect her, even if it meant breaking the treaty.

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ineeddarylbadly · 6 months

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Insecurities

Daryl Dixon X gender neutral reader

first person POV

WARNING- female anatomy used (and she pronouns because merle’s a dick), mention of merle dixon :| and his dad:|, tooth rotting fluff, angst, cursing, mention of self-harm, scars, mentions of his past abuse, alcoholism/smoking, mental health, cockwarming, fingering, oral (giving and receiving) gentle sex, praise kink, talking through sex, encouragement, edging/overstimulation, squirting, creampie, consent(NOT A WARNING BUT THAT SHIT IS FUCKING HOT)

Word count- 8,475

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Exhausted, Daryl walks into the cabin, the floor creaking under his boots. He drops his bow on the floor walking to the bedroom. Sitting on his bed, removing his shoes before falling back on the poorly crafted bed, he lays there with his eyes closed, breathing slowly. He brings his hands up resting them over his face before slowly sitting up on the bed. He grunts softly into his hands, his eyes feeling heavy. He sighs, getting up removing his vest, throwing it over a chair in the corner of the room before unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall down to the floor, sighing as the cold air touches his skin. He moves his hand down to his belt taking it off discarding it with his vest. He moves down to the button of his jeans undoing it, pulling them off his legs. He hums feeling much more comfortable. He walks over to his lamp turning it on before walking over to his dresser. On his way there he can’t help but to catch a glimpse of himself in his full-body mirror. He scans himself, feeling the negative thoughts wash over him already. He leans in closer looking into his eyes, his blue eyes looking devoid of life, the wrinkles around them really accentuating that. He looks at the scar crossing over his left eyebrow down to his cheek. The moonlight coming from the window, accentuating the few gray hairs on his head, and across his beard. He moves back grunting, looking at the rest of his body, he takes note that he’s putting on a bit of weight as he runs his hands over his stomach feeling ashamed, almost disgusted with himself. His eyes travel down to his legs remembering how toned they used to be, he grunts looking down at the floor. He starts to think about you and how much he wants to be perfect for you. He hates the thought of aging, it was something he could never get used to. He feels like one day he won’t be desirable to you anymore. Tears form in his eyes thinking about everything Merle has ever told him “She doesn’t care about ya baby brother” “She’ll never notice ya” “Give up” “A girl like tha will never love ya”. He always thought about you, it scared him, to be honest. He thought about you while on runs, whenever he found something he thought you’d like he’d try his best to push down the voices of Merle and his father in his head. He knew the look on your face after he brought you something you would like, it would be all worth it. Your smile was everything to him, he looked forward to seeing it everyday. It gave him a reason to keep going.

“Checking yourself out?”. My voice breaks him out of his thoughts. He turns around looking at me leaning up against the doorway.

“How long have you been there?”

“About 3 minutes.” I smile at him tilting my head to the side. He hums quietly, biting the inside of his lip looking down at the floor.

“What’s wrong darling?”

He looks back at the mirror feeling your eyes on him

“It’s stupid.” He grunts, shaking his head.

“Daryl…you know you can tell me anything.”

I walk closer to him. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Ya think’m still good looking?” He sighs looking at his tired eyes in the mirror.

“Of course I do.” I replied to him honestly, smiling softly at him. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“I don’t know I just worry that one day you’ll find someone better, ma brother..the voices always tell me M’ not good enough..I’m aging faster than ya one day you’ll find someone better looking than me..someone who can treat ya better..y’know?” His voice gets softer as he looks back down at the floor.

“Daryl…” I walk to him grabbing his hand softly, his hand feels warm and dry.

“What.” He grunts softly.

“Well for starters..” I run my hands up his arms softly before resting them on his shoulders. I give them a soft squeeze as I turn his body towards the mirror standing behind him.

“I love your shoulders so much, They’re so big and broad.” I watch the corner of his lips form a small smile as I walk in front of him. I slowly move my hands down to his chest resting one of my hands over his heart. “I love your kind heart, you care so intensely about me and others. You’re always thinking about other people’s feelings, sometimes thinking about theirs before your own. You do so much to protect the people that you really care about.”

He looks deeply into my eyes feeling his anxiety melt away. I run my hands affectionately down his biceps “And these arms, they make me feel so safe and loved.”

His smile grows a little as I pepper him with compliments. I grabbed his hands softly, feeling how warm they were once again.

“Your hands, you know I appreciate how handy you are with your bike or your crossbow, I also love the way you touch me.. they always make me feel so loved.”

He hums intertwining his fingers with mine. He looks back up to the mirror, smiling at his reflection slightly, feeling a little bit better.

“and your stomach.” I continued slowly moving my hands to rest there. “I adore your stomach, know that? It’s comfortable to lay on and it’s perfect, you have the perfect body.”

“Ya really like that?” He said locking his eyes with yours

“I do..I love it very much.”

I place my hands by his sides, running my fingers gingerly over his thighs

“Your legs are so strong, I love sitting on them when you tell me about your childhood or when we are about to make love” he opens his mouth to speak but his words get caught in his throat as I move my hands to the top of his boxers running my fingers under the waistband teasingly.

“Speaking of which...I’m sure every time we’ve made love tells you how much I love this..”

His smile gets wider as he feels his face warm up from your statement. Confidence fills him slightly, knowing that he can still make you feel good in bed.

“God and don’t even get me started on how insanely handsome you are.”

I shift my attention to his face, bringing my hands up to caress his cheeks

He melts into my hands, feeling his body become weak.

I rake my eyes over his intoxicating features before speaking again.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, they make me feel like I'm drowning in the most beautiful ocean. I honestly forget what I’m going to say half the time when I look into them.”

He moves closer to you, resting one of his hands gently on your lower back.

“God, don’t do that…not now.” I chuckled softly

He laughs quietly watching my face turn a light shade of pink.

I run my finger over his nose bridge.

“Your nose makes you look like one of those Greek statues, it fits you so perfectly.”

I run my thumb over his bottom lip, resting the rest of my fingers on his lower jaw.

“And your lips, they’re so pretty like they were made to kiss me..when you say you love me unconditionally it’s always so sincere and when you smile my heart swells with so much love.”

“And this.” I run my fingers through his soft white and black beard

“This is my favorite thing to feel when we kiss.”

The air around him feels thick with love as you flood him with compliments.

“Really?” he says, looking down at you lovingly, slowly moving his hand up and down your back.

“Yeah.” I whisper to him, gently moving my finger to play with the tips of his hair.

“And your hair..it’s so pretty for a man like you...I love playing with it...”

He flashes his signature Daryl smirk looking into your eyes glossed over with enamor.

I take notice of the wrinkles that form around his eyes as he does this.

“And when you smile at me, your wrinkles make your eyes smile..I think that’s so beautiful.”

“I’ll make sure to smile for ya more often” He laughs quietly.

“Your laugh fills me with so much love Daryl..you don’t understand.”

He moves his hand up to play with your hair.

“I’ll spend as long as I can tryin too.”

I relax into his touch moving my hand from his hair to caress his face again grazing my thumb over his mole.

“I’m so jealous that this mole gets to follow you everywhere you go.”

He laughs softly at your silly comment.

“I’m serious Daryl..I love everything about you from the gray hairs on your head to your toes..and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you understand that.”

I feel tears well up in my eyes.

“Daryl Dixon you mean so much to me and don’t let any person or any of the voices in your head tell you any differently okay..?”

He smiles at his reflection in the mirror before looking down at me again, as he brings his hands down to caress my face.

“Don’t cry..come er.”

He pulls me in for a hug

I immediately relax into his arms feeling how warm he is, his heartbeat pounding rhythmically against my ear. I close my eyes as I feel him start to run his hands through my hair, after a few seconds he grabs my face to look at me again.

“Sunshine...I promise ya I’ll get better about how I feel ‘bout myself..it’s just so hard y’know how I grew up….. ’m sorry.”

I bring my hand up to caress his face again.

“I understand darling.”

I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me.

“Never apologize for something you have no control over.”

He smiles again, his eyes glimmered in the soft moonlight that coated the room. He leans in closer to me running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am to have someone like ya and I’d love to grow old with ya for as long as you’ll let me.”

I look into his eyes, my heart feeling so overwhelmed with love that it feels like it’s about to burst.

“Of course I would, gray hairs and wrinkles and all. I would love to grow old with you. Even covered in blood and dirt I still think you are the most beautiful man in the world”

We both laugh quietly.

He leans in finally capturing my lips. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck playing with the ends of his hair. I feel him smile against my lips as I do this, his hands move down to my lower back as he deepens the kiss. I hum softly into his mouth. He pulls away tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear while looking deeply into my eyes.

“I love you so much sunshine,” he whispers against my lips

“I love you too.”

He smiles, wrapping his strong arms around me again, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head before pulling away.

“It has been a long day for you big guy, let's shower and get ready for bed.”

I smile sweetly at him.

“Yes ma’am.”

He grabs my hand walking to the bathroom.

We make it to the bathroom, closing the door behind us. I walk up to the shower, turning it on and waiting for the water to get warm. I feel him wrap his arms around my waist before he pulls my shirt over my head. I lean back against his chest as he unhooks my bra letting it fall to the floor. I turn around and sit down on the side of the tub as he wraps his fingers around the waistband of my sweatpants pulling them down.

I stand up playing with the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. I hear him sigh comfortably as I feel his fingers move affectionately down my hips. He plays with the waistband of my underwear. He smiles down at me before he pulls them off, throwing them somewhere in the bathroom. I grab his hand guiding him into the shower. His body becomes enveloped in the warm water. His muscles immediately start to relax. I start to run my fingers through his hair. He smiles at me, grabbing one of my hands, kissing it gently before placing it back on his head. I smile at him, grabbing the shampoo and squeezing some into the palm of my hands. I rub my hands together before placing my hands back on his head, massaging his scalp.

He leans into my touch humming at the sensation, closing his eyes. I watch his movements lovingly as I wash his hair admiring how pretty and wavy his hair is wet. I lean his head back, washing the shampoo out. I watch how the water runs down his features. He brings his head forwards, looking down at me again. Air gets trapped in my lungs as his cerulean eyes set my heart on fire. I admire his gorgeous features before moving my hand up to move a few strands of hair out of his face. He grabs my hips moving me towards the water. The warm water causing me to sigh comfortably. I feel his fingers make small circles on my hips before he moves them up to my hair, brushing my hair out with his fingers.

I watch him grab the shampoo bottle, squeezing some into his hands, rubbing it in before running his fingers through my hair. I relax as I feel his hands cradle my head tenderly, massaging my scalp. I wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes, relishing in his touch. He smiles watching me enjoy myself. He admires how beautiful I look standing before him. He becomes so lost looking at me, that he almost forgets what he’s doing. He continues to massage my scalp. He leans my head back and helps me wash my hair out. I look back up at him smiling as I move my hand up to his cheek, wiping some shampoo that managed to get there.

I lean in kissing him on the cheek, feeling his arms wrap around my waist. He turns me around, my back now facing him. He grabs the bar of soap rubbing it between his hands before placing his hands on my shoulders massaging them. I lean back into his chest as I feel him bring his head down to the crook of my neck placing gentle kisses across my skin. He kisses my earlobe before speaking up.

“You’re so beautiful sunshine.”

“Thank you.” I muttered faintly

I feel his hands start to move down to my lower back as he continues to litter my neck and shoulders with kisses

“Turn around.”

I feel his warm breath against my ear as he speaks lowly. I turn around facing him, watching him grab the soap again, rubbing it between his hands before he drops to his knees in front of me. He grabs one of my legs placing it on his shoulder and he starts to massage my leg.

I run my hand through his hair looking down at him in adoration. He watches the soapy water run down my leg before he places a chaste kiss on my inner thigh. I feel his hands move down to my foot massaging it, he hears me sigh in contentment.

“Feel good?”

“Mmm.” I hum in response.

He repeats all the same steps with my other leg before slowly getting up, as he does this his knees crack and buckle a bit. I help him up, giggling to myself.

“See I am gettin’ old.” he chuckles, a slight pout forming across his lips.

I lean in kissing the corner of his lips, his facial expression changing from a pout to a sweet smile. A pink tint spreading across his cheeks.

“You’re so cute.” I state, watching his face change.

His signature Daryl smirk emerges again, his deep eyes filling my heart with love. He grunts nodding.

“Turn around sweetheart.” I say softly.

He turns around his back facing me. I rake my eyes over his broad shoulders and muscled back, looking at his many big scars, remembering everything he told me about his dad. I hated that man, I never understood how he could do such a thing to a kid, and I resented Merle for leaving Daryl in that place allowing their dad to beat him bloody on the daily, often cutting him with his hunting knives. I grab the soap, rubbing it between my hands trying to ignore the tears forming in my eyes.

“Can I?” my voice shaking slightly as I speak

“Yeah.” he says faintly urging me to continue

I place my hands on his shoulders running them down his back wishing I could wash all of his past away. His body softens to my touch. I remember years ago how he would’ve never let me do this feeling too ashamed of his scars. Tears started to well up, threatening to fall from my eyes, but I blinked them away wanting to be strong for him. His dad was a smoker, an alcoholic prick and I knew he didn’t deserve my tears. That thought however didn’t stop when I moved my hands from his back to his arms noticing his cigarette burns remembering how those were self-inflicted. I blink, tears mixing with the water already on my face. The last time I caught him doing that we stayed up all night crying and talking. I hated how much he hurt on a daily basis and how he felt as though he was constantly carrying the world on his shoulders, just for it to crush him over and over again. As if hearing my thoughts he turns around facing me again.

“You okay sunshine?” His voice laced with worry

“Yeah..just thinking.” I speak in a hushed whisper, my voice shaking.

“You don’t have to lie to me y’know.” he moves his hands to my face when he notices my glossy slightly red eyes, cradling my cheeks lovingly.

“I’m okay as long as you’re here with me.”

His words pulled at my heartstrings, his statement replaying in my head hundreds of times feeling more genuine every time.

He leans down kissing me softly pulling away grazing his thumb over my lips.

“I fucking hate your dad.” I look at him smiling, feeling a bit better after this kiss. He looks at me snickering quietly, a weak smile spreading across his lips.

“I know.”

I look at him before dropping to my knees as he watches my movements with glittery eyes. I grab the soap, rubbing it between my hands. I wash both of his legs for a bit.

I slowly get up wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel his hands rest on my hips affectionately as he pulls me in for a surprise kiss.

He pulls away flashing me that smirk of his that I love so much.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I smile shyly at him rubbing soap down his chest.

He looks at me, feeling a little cocky that he can make me feel so shy just by a simple gesture.

“Whatda you mean.” he asks pulling me closer to his chest, trying to play stupid.

“Are you..Daryl Dixon..trying to flirt with me?” I gasp, giggling a bit, my hand moving to my mouth in sarcastic shock.

“N’what if I was.” he states boldly, his voice getting husky. He gathers some soap in his hands running his hands up and down my sides soothingly. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck playing with his hair. His breathing becomes heavy, feeling how close our bodies are. I reach up, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before trailing more kisses down his neck softly.

“Mmm.” he grunts softly “what are ya doin?” he mutters, feeling weak as I work my lips against his neck tenderly.

His strong hands grip my hips as he feels his knees start to buckle.

“Mmm sunshine wait.” he grunts again

I pull my lips away from his neck

“Is everything okay?” I look up at him, his face is red and his eyes are filled with love and desire.

“Yeah, M’fine just..love ya..y’know?”

“I love you too.” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his.

He leans down, capturing my lips with his once again pulling me close to him. I feel his cock start to grow against my stomach. I moan softly, pushing my hips into him. He pulls away hastily, backing up a little.

“M’sorry.” he whispers looking down at the shower floor, anxiety building in his chest.

“For what?” I rest my hand on his chest.

“M’didn’t ask if ya wanted ta”

I move two fingers to his chin lifting his head up to look at me.

“Daryl..it’s okay...I belong to you..you can do whatever you want to me.”

He smiles at me before kissing my lips tenderly, moving his hands back down to my hips, pulling me close again, my stomach grazing his cock gently.

He grunts, allowing his hands to fall over my ass comfortably. I moan quietly into his mouth as he turns us around pushing my back against the wall of the shower gently. I run my hands through his hair, deepening the kiss, feeling his hands move back to my hips. I moan quietly again as he starts grinding his hips into me. He abruptly pulls away from the kiss to turn the water off before taking me into his arms and walking out of the shower. I make a mental note of how sexy his arms look flexed when he picks me up. He places me on the bathroom counter. I yelp quietly, feeling the cold tile against my skin. He looks deeply into my eyes, his hands still gripping my hips tightly, his forehead pressed against mine.

“Can I?” he runs his hands down my thighs, his warm breath tickles my nose as his low voice makes my stomach do backflips.

“Yeah.” my voice shakes a bit as the air in the bathroom becomes hot and thick. He places a soft kiss to my lips before trailing them down my neck and chest. I run my hands through his hair cherishing his touch as he places slow and soft kisses across my chest. He trails them down my stomach, looking at me before he drops to his knees. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder looking at me before spoiling my inner thighs with sweet kisses. I continued to run my hands through his hair, looking down at him. Something about a man as manly as Daryl Dixon on his knees is strange but fitting. I grip his luscious brown hair feeling him move closer to my pussy, I throw my head back moaning under my breath. He lifts his head looking up at me.

“So beautiful..” his breath on my pussy sent shivers up my spine. He places a kiss on top of my pussy before parting his lips allowing his tongue to caress my slit lovingly. I moan gripping his hair tighter, he grunts in satisfaction. The vibrations causing me to throw my head back. I feel him smile against my pussy before taking my clit into his mouth. I wrap my calf around his neck pulling him further into my pussy. He grabs my hips holding them firmly as his lips and tongue make all my nerve endings feel like they’re on fire, causing my legs to shake.

“Mmm..fuck….Daryl..hold on..” my voice trembling

He looks up, his lips covered in me.

“Mmm..ya okay?” he licks his lips, my heart drops “god he’s everything.” I think to myself. I run my hands through his hair.

“Yeah..I’m fine my love.”

He places a gentle kiss on my inner thigh before getting up, becoming eye level with me again. Standing between my legs, his hands still placed on my hips firmly. He leans his forehead against mine.

“Ya sure?” His voice is husky and sweet, filled to the brim with love.

“Mmm.” I manage to hum out through my shaky breath, I clear my throat. “I’m okay I promise.” I bring my hand up to his face.

He leans in kissing me softly, barely touching my lips. He pulls away, bringing his hand to my face.

“I love you so much sunshine.” I nuzzle my cheek into his hand

“I love you too.”

He leans in kissing me deeply, bringing his other hand back down to my hip pulling me closer to him. I wrap my legs around him, bringing my arms around his neck. He picks me up swiftly holding me close in his muscular arms. I yelp quietly.

“I ain’t gonna drop ya sweetheart..I got ya.”

I lean in kissing him deeply, catching him by surprise. He smiles, kissing me back as he walks towards the bathroom door grunting as he opens it, walking us into our shared bedroom. He lays me on the bed gently crawling on top of me, using one of his arms to prop himself up.

He leans down kissing me tenderly, moving his hand down my waist. I shiver as his fingers walk along my skin affectionately.

He pulls away, I groan as his warmth leaves me.

“Mmm.” he smiles at me teasingly.

“Daryl..” I moan quietly feeling his hand back on my waist and his lips nibbling at my ear.

“Y’okay sunshine” I feel him breathe against my ear.

“Mmmm..yeah…”

I feel his lips trail down my neck softly, I relax further into the pillow as I feel his lips work down my chest. He looks at me before taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck.” My breathing gets heavier.

“Ya like that” He whispers, still messing with my nipples.

“Mmm.” I nod forcing my lips shut.

He moves his kisses down to my stomach, I feel both of his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart. He looks up at me again before placing a tender kiss on the top of my pussy.

I move my hands gripping onto his hair, running my hands through it.

I feel his lips and tongue caress my slit before moving to my clit, sucking on it gently.

“Mmmm fuck.”

I feel him smile against my pussy as I moan, gripping his hair tighter.

He moves away from my pussy and moves back up to my face. I feel one of his hands move down to my pussy, his fingers parting my lips, playing with my clit slowly.

“Mmm….fuck..Daryl…shit..” I moan, my legs twitching.

He smiles watching how good he is making me feel.

“Can I?” he whispers, his voice husky but filled with love and care.

“Yeah..” I nod back at him

He pushes his finger in, watching my face carefully. He kisses me again moving his finger in me gently.

“Yer so beautiful.” he places a soft kiss on my neck, picking up the pace a bit.

He moves his face back down unexpectedly to my pussy, sucking on my clit again.

I throw my head back gripping his hair.

“Oh fuck.” I curse already feeling close.

He adds another finger hearing how good I feel, wanting me to feel more. I watch how his muscles flex as he fingers me, making me more wet.

“Shit.” I curse again feeling his fingers stretch me open.

He continues to suck on my clit moving his fingers in and out of me rhythmically at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Fuck….shit..you’re doing so good.” He smiles slightly as my legs buckle and tremble more, feeling him curl his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot while working his tongue and lips on my clit. My thighs squeeze his head as I grip onto his hair harder.

“Baby I’m so close” I grind my hips against his face.

He parts my thighs moving out of them, I groan frustrated.

��Daryl..” I frown, wrapping my arms around his neck trying to pull him in for a kiss. He complies, kissing me tenderly, tasting me on his lips.

He picks me up again, leaning against the headboard, I settle myself comfortably on his lap, his hands resting on my hips massaging them gently, I smile looking at him.

“What.” he mutters looking at me in adoration,

I run my fingers through his hair.

“You’re so perfect.” I kiss his nose

I pull back watching his eyes soften.

“Mmm” he grunts, nodding his head.

“I’m serious..you’re perfect.”

I lean in kissing him softly wrapping my arms around his neck. He brings one of his hands up, caressing my cheek, I pull away.

“Everything about you is perfect.”

He grunts, chuckling a little before I kiss his cheek trailing the kisses to his jaw, his soft white beard tickling my nose. He tilts his head back allowing me more access to his jaw and neck before sighing quietly. I continue to plant kisses along his neck and chest before moving them to his stomach making sure to kiss every scar on my way down before stopping at his pelvic bone.

“Can I keep going?” I ask him, looking up at him from between his legs.

He licks his lips, nodding his head.

“Mmmh.” He purrs lowly.

I start placing gentle kisses at the base of his cock slowly moving up. I lock eyes with him as I kiss the tip of his cock before taking the tip into my mouth.

“Fuck.” he curses silently under his breath.

I tease the head of his cock slowly with my tongue feeling him grow harder in my mouth.

“Mmmm.” he moans, grabbing my hand.

I take more of his cock into my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base of it. I slowly start to bob my head up and down watching his reactions attentively. He grunts, taking his free hand running it through my hair lovingly before bringing his hand down to hold mine.

“You’re doing so good sunshine.” His praise causing my pussy to ache.

I pick up the pace a bit causing him to throw his head back grabbing my hand harder. I move my head off of him, licking the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth again.

“Fuck..” he moans reaching his hand to move my hair out of my face caressing my cheek tenderly.

I take his cock out of my mouth again looking at him while placing a kiss on the tip.

“Fuck don’t look at me like tha..”

I smile at him teasingly, taking his cock deeply into my mouth grabbing his thighs. He grunts as his cock hits the back of my throat.

“Oh..fuck.” he moans, continuing to caress my cheek watching me work my mouth up and down his cock

“Yer doin' so well Darlin keep going.”

I bob my head feeling him twitch slightly in my mouth. I feel him start to buck his hips upwards and his grip on my hand gets tighter. I take him out of my mouth slowly watching him sigh heavily, his body shaking a bit.

“Mmm shit.” he laughs softly, trying to catch his breath

“C’mere” his voice is gentle but demanding and teasing.

I crawl up sitting back down on his lap, my ass rubbing against cock as I get comfortable.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him.

“I love ya so much sunshine.” he leans in kissing me tenderly, I relax into the kiss parting my lips allowing his tongue to slip in. His tongue caresses mine softly as his hands hold my hips in place. I purr into the sensation. He pulls away looking at me.

“Ya okay?” he runs his hands up and down my back

“Yeah.” I lean in kissing him deeply again.

He moves his hands down, settling them on my ass. I moan softly as I start to slowly grind on his lap. I trail kisses down his jaw. His grip on my ass tightens as I hear him sigh in my ear. I feel his hand move down in between us, he grabs his cock moving it towards his stomach allowing me to grind on it. I moan feeling the veins of his cock rub my slit. He starts to pepper my jaw and neck with kisses as I bring my hands up to cradle his face. He looks at me with heavy lids.

“Yer so…fuck.” he curses quietly reaching a hand up to caress my face soothingly.

I moan, looking down watching myself grind back and forth on his cock covering him in my juices. He watches me closely, his hands grabbing my hips helping me move against him. I feel his cock twitch against my pussy as I quicken my pace a little.

“Mmmm sunshine..” His voice grows raspy, as his grip on my hips tighten, I rest my hands on his shoulders watching his cock start to leak a bit as I continue to move my hips.

He abruptly holds my hips in place causing me to look at him. He leans into my neck, his breath tickling my ear.

“Can I?” His voice is low and seductive as he reaches his hand down grabbing his cock firmly rubbing it over my clit before lining himself up with my pussy. “Fuck you?” His voice has a hint of desperation to it.

“Yeah.”

He takes his free hand caressing my face before pulling me in for a tender kiss. I feel the tip of his cock glide smoothly across my desperate aching slit causing me to moan softly in his mouth.

“So perfect.” he murmurs, his complement causing me to moan and shiver slightly. “His voice will always do it for me” I think to myself.

“Ready?” he looks at me questioning breathlessly.

I nod my head. He grabs my hips and starts guiding me down slowly onto the tip of his cock. We both sigh in unison.

“So good sunshine..”

I moan, the familiar feeling of his cock stretching me open slowly. I wrap my arms around his neck as the intensity of the stretch heightens, a few strained moans slip from my lips.

“Shh it’s okay..” his voice is sweet and soft as he rubs my hips gently. “Ya okay?”

“Yeah.” I run my hands through his hair affectionately as he continues to guide me slowly down his cock.

“Yer doin' so well sunshine.” he rasped out

While still rubbing gentle circles on my hips, he kisses my cheek, trailing them down to my jaw and then my neck. I moan leaning my head to the side, giving him more access to my neck. I try moving down on his cock further, He holds my hips preventing me.

“Ya have no need ta rush sunshine…” I run my hands through his hair tugging on it a bit. He moans into my neck, his grip tightening at my waist.

“You feel so good..” I sigh

He grunts softly as my ass finally becomes flush with his lap. He breathes heavily in my ear as a loud moan leaves my lips as he bottoms out.

“Oh god..” my voice is shrill as tears brim my eyes.

He kisses my cheek bringing one of his hands up to wipe them away before holding my hip again.

“Shhh..” he runs his hand up and down my waist soothing me as I adjust.

“God. Ya feel so good.” He whispers. His calloused fingertips dancing along my waist.

“Ya take me so well.” His voice is husky and soft, causing me to tighten around him slightly. He hisses before he kisses my forehead, trailing them down my nose before placing a tender kiss on my lips, distracting me as his rough fingertips start rubbing small gentle circles on my clit.

“Oh fuck..” I grip his hair dipping my head in the crook of his neck moaning desperately. I lift my hips slightly, my whole body shaking as I slowly move back down again. I hear him grunt as I try to repeat that action when he grips my hips holding me in place.

“Mmmm I wanna stay like this for a bit.” He grunts, holding me firmly.

He brings one of his hands up to my face, bringing me in and kissing me passionately. His tongue grazes my bottom lip. I allow him in, deepening the kiss. The movement of his rough fingers continue on my clit as I fight back the agonizing urge to start moving my hips. He pulls away looking at me.

“Yer doin' so..” his breath hitches as my lips attach to his neck, kissing and sucking on his burning skin “fuck..” his deep whimper causing my hips to involuntarily buck upwards causing his cock to twitch deep within me.

“Sunshine..” his grip on my hips tightens as he looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t..” his voice deepens further.

I nod my head desperately, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He brings two fingers, resting them on my lips, I kiss his fingers before I part my lips, and my tongue dances along his fingertips.

“Mmm” he grunts in approval as other hand continuously massages my hip affectionately. He brings his wet fingers back down to my swollen clit, I moan as his finger makes contact with me again. I pull his hair as his fingers move slowly over my clit overstimulating me beyond belief.

“Daryl…” I tug on his hair trying desperately to withhold moving my hips. I pull him in for a heated kiss as he applies more pressure to my sensitive clit.

“So fuckin good..” he whispers against my lips, my pussy aches at his words.

“I love ya so much sunshine..” he kisses my lips softly.

“I love you too” I wipe a few beads of sweat glistening on his forehead before running my hands through his hair lovingly. He holds my hips firmly.

“Ya ready?” His voice is deep and unsteady.

“Mmmhh yeahh.” I hold his face softly in my hands.

He lifts my hips about a quarter up his cock, The feeling is more than overwhelming. He grunts watching my face contort in pure bliss as strings of moans spill from our lips as he lowers me down slowly. When my ass becomes flush with his lap again my legs shake.

“Ya okay?” He caresses my cheek, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Yeah” I start to slowly circle my hips around his cock.

“So..good..” he whispers as he runs his hands up and down my back.

I continue my movements, alternating between circling my hips and moving back and forth. His cock rubbing my walls lovingly. I slowly lift my hips looking at him as I run my hands through his hair before moving back down. He hisses, and I continue doing that at an agonizingly slow pace, moans leaving my lips.

He looks up at me, grabbing my waist helping me move on him. I place my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself, moaning softly.

“Shhh Atta’ girl” he whispers, his cock twitching as his hands caress my waist soothingly. His words of encouragement causing me to tighten around him again.

“Ya like that” his voice is teasing “Yeah…” I mutter out weakly, as he guides my hips up and down matching his pace with mine. It's excruciatingly slow. I tug his hair pressing my forehead to his as he continues to guide my hips.

“Mm I love ya so much.” his voice sounding out of breath as I clenched around him tightly.

“I love you too.” I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as his hips jolt upwards, sending his cock deep within me. I bury my head in his shoulder as he places tender kisses along my neck and shoulders as we move in sync. I lift my head up looking at him, he meets my gaze, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and hugging me close as he places kisses along my chest before taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking lightly, quickening the pace of his hips.

“God, you feel so good darling.” I completely fall apart to his touch while moaning constant words of encouragement. He smiles against my sensitive nipple, grabbing my hips and moving me against him faster. He moves away from my chest looking at me again, leaning back against the headboard.

“Do what ya wanna do sunshine”

I smile leaning in kissing him softly, he hums contently into my mouth. I remember the first time he let me have control over him intimately. It was a big step for him. He always felt like he had to have control over everything and anything, so he wouldn’t get hurt. He felt as though he would die if he was ever caught with his guard down. The first time he let me do this is when I knew he trusted me with his soul. He could put his faith in me for anything. He was willing to be vulnerable around me, around anyone for the first time.

I pull away from the kiss, placing my hands on his chest as I start to move my hips up and down. He closes his eyes, groaning. I keep a steady pace bouncing up and down and gripping onto his chest to hold myself up as I feel my legs become weak. He lazily grabs my hips, biting the inside of his bottom lip.

“Yer so beautiful” he groans, his hand moving up to caress my breast. I continue to bounce up and down swirling my hips occasionally watching my juices pool around the base of his cock and pelvis. His hands move down my back before settling on my ass. I continue my steady pace bouncing slightly faster as I feel him grab my ass firmly.

“Doin' so good..” he grunts, leaning forward wrapping his arms around me. I fall into him as he starts moving in me again unexpectedly.

“Oh..fuck..” moans and soft whimpers fall from my lips as he holds me up flipping us over, my back hitting the soft comforter. He kisses me lovingly before he moves his hand down, his rough thumb rubbing my clit gently, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body causing me to shiver. He captures my lips hungrily, swallowing my moans.

His hand moves away from my clit curling around my waist lifting me off the mattress. Arching my back, the new angle lends his hips becoming pressed tightly with mine, his cock in as far as it can go. My thighs tremble on their own accord, as he pressed his forehead to mine looking down at me with glossy eyes. He inhales sharply as I clench around him, dipping his head in the crook of my neck.

“Gonna make it hard fer me ta last.. huh?” He groans huskily in my ear, the end of his statement coming out as more of a whimper. I moan, biting my lip slightly, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. My hands gripping the nape of his neck tightly as he pulls out abruptly and pushes back into me again. I yelp in surprise.

“Oh god…” my body spasms as he holds my body close to his, burying his face in my hair.

“Feels so good…” he groans, lightly biting at the shell of my ear.

I start moving my hips against his holding the back of his neck for support. His breath hitches getting caught in his throat. We match our movements holding each other close, sweat forming causing our bodies to stick together. He captures my neck in hot feverish kisses before moving back up to my lips using one hand to caress my face gently, his other hand resting on my hip holding me in place as he makes love to me assisting our movements. His head falls into the crook of my neck, his soft grunts reverberating throughout my entire body. I feel them more than hear them. I grab his face, pulling him up to my lips again, kissing him deeply. One of his hands travels from my hip to my thigh lifting it up a bit. The new angle causing me to moan loudly, biting my lip slightly.

“Oh god…” his cock grazes my g-spot ever so slightly just enough for my body to twitch in his arms. He holds me tighter against him and he kisses me deeply again. The open mouthed kiss only heightening the intimacy shared between us. He pulls away briefly looking down at me, his bangs in his face.

“You okay?” I always admired how he checked up on me while we made love, making sure I was okay every step of the way, never wanting to hurt me or make me uncomfortable.

“Yeah…” my answer coming out breathy and quiet, he leans down capturing my lips for more opened mouthed kisses. I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders, his hand still holding my thigh, his other hand coming up to cradle my head lovingly, his cock continuing to caress every sweet spot within me, making sure to graze by my g-spot repeatedly. The room only being filled with the obscene wet noises between our bodies, our shared sounds of ecstasy, the moonlight cascading across the room illuminating our unabashed need for each other. He continues to rock my hips kissing me and nipping at my lips, intertwining his tongue with mine taking my breath away.

“Baby…” I hold his face “so good…”

“Yeah?..” his soft grunts and whimpers against my lips getting more frequent. He moves his hand holding my thigh down to my stomach, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit, the rest of his hand over my stomach applying light pressure, his tip hitting my g-spot just enough to bring me to the brink of finishing. My hands moving frantically across parts of his body desperately trying to hold onto him. My hands settle in his hair massaging his scalp, overwhelming tears brimming my eyes.

“Gonna…cu” My breathing hitches, my legs trembling as I tug at his hair.

“I got you sunshine..gonna make ya cum first.. real good mmm” his southern drawl getting more desperate. He applies more pressure on my clit burying his cock to the hilt, my g-spot overstimulated beyond belief, my clit swollen, my walls tightening around him, beckoning his own release. He closes his eyes briefly to hold back before looking back at my face, pressing his forehead to mine, and cradling my head petting my hair lovingly.

“I love you so much sunshine” his voice faltering and deep barely above a whisper as he holds back his release.

“I love you too…” I’m barely able to mutter out the words, my voice hoarse and throat dry. His thumb working on my clit, the rest of his hand applying the most perfect amount of pressure on my lower stomach, his cock constantly kissing my g-spot. My stomach heats up. I know I’m not gonna last much longer, his cock twitching in me and his soft grunts getting louder letting me know he’s not far behind.

“I…” my jaw falls slack, my eyes rolling back as I moan loudly.

“Mmm cum..ugh..now…”

His deep southern drawl bringing me over the edge, his pressure on my stomach and clit never letting up as he continues to make love to me, all of the built-up burning fervor causing me to squirt coating his cock, pelvis, and the sheets under us.

“Fuck..” his body shakes as he holds my limp body close coaxing me through my intense orgasm.

“Mm..you okay?..” I nod, not being able to speak as he continues to move in me, chasing his own impending release.

“So good..fuck..” he continues to murmur praises moving both of his hands up to cradle my face, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks.

“Feel so fucking good..gonna...” his voice ringing in my ears his forehead still pressed to mine. My eyes finally opened locking eyes with him, bringing him over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, he grunts my name loudly spilling his love deep inside me. A long drawl of curses spill from his lips as my walls and whole body hug him through his release. Time feels like it stops as our movement slows down to a complete stop. We lay there basking in the afterglow of the intense exchange, lovingly caressing each other’s bodies. One of his hands remained on my face brushing a few strands of hair out of the way and sweat in the process, his other hand moving down to caress slow soothing circles on my hip. My arms fall from around his shoulders to his upper arms, rubbing them tenderly before moving back up to his shoulders and upper back, massaging it softly. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his scalp, feeling his whole body go soft under my touch. Our breathing is still unsteady as we relax into each other.

He peppers soft kisses all over my face before moving to my lips kissing me tenderly I hum into the kiss contently continuing to massage his scalp. He kisses my cheek, clearing his throat before speaking.

“You okay sunshine?” His voice is deep and hoarse, I smile at him lovingly.

“Mmm” I nod my head bringing one of my hands up to caress his cheek moving his bangs out of his face and wiping sweat. He leans into my touch kissing the side of my hand tenderly, nuzzling into it.

“I love ya sunshine” he leans down to capture my lips in a tender kiss again.

“I love you too”

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A/N Holy shit this took way too long for me to finish.

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#daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon smut #fluff #fanfic #i need him #i want him #its a need

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"tell me something," you say. the night is still young. there's a party going on in the background. but here you are, sprawled out in the backyard like a child trying to count the stars. your eyes stare up at the sky in buzzed concentration, and suna rintarō replies, "tell you what?"

you laugh. it's actually not even a laugh, it sounds more like an airy "hmph". the boy next to you raises his eyebrow, as if criticizing you, but you know he means no wrong.

"anything," you pause, "i would like to hear quite literally just, anything."

"huh," he says, clearly amused by your reply, "alright. does this need to be serious, funny, or just borderline stupid?"

"you pick," you mumble, still not meeting his gaze, but choosing to stare at the dark clouds instead. he thinks about it for a moment. should he tell you about how scared he is about going to college? or about how he has a video of atsumu falling down the stairs on his bum? or how he recorded a video of osamu trying to pet a cat but it bit him instead?

should he tell you about how his heart flutters whenever he thinks about you? his mind wavers for a second, before he shakes his head and says, "college scares the fuck out of me. i don't wanna leave hyogo."

you hum, "my turn. one time when i was a kid, i broke my mom's favorite lamp. and then i blamed it on my dad. turns out that was the most expensive thing in our house."

suna laughs at your immature confession, "out of all the things you could have said, why that?"

you smile. the middle blocker reckons it's not a happy or a sad smile. just a bucolic smile filled with some sort of mysterious melancholy that he couldn't put his finger on.

"i have never told anyone that before," you murmur, "it's one of my biggest secrets."

he raises an eyebrow again. but this time in curiosity, "secret, huh? okay, i'll give you one. uh, i have this crush. and i don't know how to tell them i love them without it being completely sappy and borderline depressing."

you smile knowingly this time. suna can tell. this is your "all-knowing" smile. you only do it this way when you can pin-point who or what exactly he's talking about.

"pretty sure they love you too," you demurely nod towards him, "what's there not to love?"

"a lot," he looks away now, seemingly interested in the sky, "there's a lot not to love."

"is there? i don't think so," you reply almost immediately. his eyes widen when he hears you getting up from your spot. he turns to look at you, and you're sitting with your legs in the criss-cross position. you're still looking at the sky, even though he knows you've stolen glances at him.

"what you think and what i think are very different," he mumbled to himself, sipping from his cup, "anyways, your turn."

you're standing up now, and you ruffle his hair lightly from your spot. he revels in it, letting out a small hum as you say, "i love you too, rintarō. and in my eyes, you're nothing less than perfect."

his eyes open, immediately trying to take a good look at you. but you're walking away, now. and no, you aren't walking into the house where drunk teenagers sing and dance and puke their guts out into the toilet when they feel sick. you're walking towards your car.

he realizes what had just happened when you start to pull out of the driveway.

i don't know how to tell them i love them without it being completely sappy and borderline depressing.

his legs walk towards you. no, he runs. because even if it's bittersweet, he still wants to hold your hands as the two of you talk about anything or everything in between. he knows you're walking away because you don't want this confession to be wistful—but to hell with that, because if suna rintarō lets you walk away this time, he's going to regret it for the rest of his life.

"wait!" he yells, "please, just wait!"

your eyes widen from the driver's seat. and he watches as you stop the car right in front of him. he stands there, looking at your face through the glass as he pants.

you're blinking profusely before you step out of the car, staring back at him in worried confusion. he sighs, "god- fuck, i don't want it to happen this way."

"then how do you want it?" you tilt your head. you're still not near him. you're standing near the door of your car, and he's standing directly in front of it as he looks at you with compassion, hope and a million other feelings altogether bundled up into his irises.

"i want us," he says quietly, "i want you and me. i want to hold your hand and caress your hair and kiss your stupid lips that talk in weird puzzles because you don't like to talk about your feelings openly. i want to hold you when you cry and lay with you in bed. and i want to be there when you're happy because your smile makes me feel like the luckiest person in the fucking world."

you smile. and he can tell it's a sad one this time.

"but rin," your voice cracks, "you and i aren't meant to be together at all. i'm a nobody. i'm leaving for college in a week. i'll be in osaka, and you'll be in tokyo."

"i know," he says, "we can make it work."

he hopes.

"can we?" you raise an eyebrow, "you don't know that!"

"goddamn it, just say yes!" he yells, "i love you and i can't do puzzles anymore! just let me love you, okay? we can do it if we try."

a few years escape your eyes, before you laugh dryly, "since when are you so optimistic?"

"since i met your dumbass," he replies within a heartbeat, "come here."

even though suna's the one that said it, he's the one that walks closer to you. he's the one that puts his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, wrapping himself around you. he kisses the top of your head as you slowly press your ear against his shoulder, leaning against him.

"i love you," he mumbles quietly.

hearing the notoriously stoic boy say that made your heart flutter. whilst hiding your blush against his shirt, you let out a muffled, "i love you too."

and suna rintarō smiles. this time, genuinely—he looks up at the night sky again, stars clear against the dark velvety blanket as the moon shines bright. then he looks down at you, and thinks that everything will be okay. even if it means that for the next few years you're going to be out of his reach, he's going to call you every waking moment of every night because your voice has that weird effect on him. he's going to come all the way to osaka on a train even though the uncomfy chairs hurt his back and make it feel like he has arthritis. just because his eyes beg to see your face.

and he'll do it all. even though you're going to be a thousand miles away, he'll love you with the same intensity.

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I know everyone knows that protag has the entire family issues right?

But why do y'all only talk about the fourth floor?

Like- THERE'S A FUKIN' FLOOR WHERE YOU NEED TO GIVE A DRUGGED CAKE TO A MOUTH????? LIKE- ARE THERE ANYONE WHO THINKS THIS IS WEIRD???

Like... I don't know... Him hiding the sleeping pills... Having to drug a cake...

Also, there's that one thing when you click on the lamp

Saying that "it's to make the monsters away"

Like... What monsters? Did his parents or... His dad or something get into his room at night?

Or that cross up his bed, does it mean he prayed for that so called "monster" not get on his room again? Or maybe... The face he makes when we click there has something to do about... Religion trauma? LIKE- DUDE!!!

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE Y'ALL CAN MAKE THEORY OF AND I NEVER SAW ONEEEE!!!

Okay, now... Coming back to that thing about having to drug a cake. Apparently he knew where the pills where hidden. It was him that hid the pills. For what? To drug a cake. But... Who was he goin to give that cake? Was that mouth one of the monsters he's so scared of? I mean... His parents? It could be. Because he knew where the pills where hidden so it could've been him that was drugged. Or maybe... He drugged himself in secret? But why??? And don't tell me it's because of something that has to do with his parents. Because it can't be that shallow. IT NEED TO HE SOMETHING DEEP, Something... SOMETHING THAT ISN'T THAT EASY TO EXPLAIN???

It might just be like- he had that pills he knew where it was hidden on his room and the cake might just be from another part of his life or something. And it was just a puzzle with no deep story in that- BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MOUTH??? ITS STILL SUS. Who was that mouth from??? Because every floor has something to do about the protagonist. Like- a trauma that he has? God! Just give me theories about it all??? I need to hear the others opinions!!! PLEASE COMMENT ABOUT IT.

#horror games #protag elevator hitch #coworker elevator hitch #elevator hitch #eh #notag #racheldrawsthis #theory #game theories #horror game #protag #coworker #co workers #newbie

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Hiii not sure if you’re still doing requests or not BUT if you are can you do one where the reader and Eddie have been dating for a while and she finds out she’s pregnant and when she tells Eddie he gets upset bc he’s obviously scared and they get into a fight and don’t speak for a while but then y/n has a miscarriage and Eddie finds out and I’ll let you decide the ending:)) VERY angst/ fluffy

TRIGGER WARNING: This post includes talk of loss of pregnancy and blood.

“How are we going to raise a baby?” Eddie asked, tears filling his eyes as he stared at you in disbelief, “I thought...I thought we were being safe, Y/N?”

“We were, Eddie. I’m on the pill and you’ve used condoms.” You sighed, “I don’t know how this could’ve happened.

“I can’t even find a steady job because of what happened,” Eddie said, “We can’t support ourselves, much less an entire other human.”

“What do you expect me to do, Eddie?” You glared over at him, “Do you know how much an abortion costs? And how far I’d have to travel to get it done?”

His eyes were darting wildly around the room, his bottom lip trembling. This wasn’t fair to either of you.

“I don’t – I can’t – I don’t know how to be a dad, Y/N.” Eddie said, closing his eyes as the tears fell freely, “You’d be a horrible mom...we can’t have this baby. I – I can drive you..fuck, Y/N. This is so fucking stupid. I thought the pill was fool proof.”

“Well it’s not, obviously,” you said, trying to hide the hurt that his words caused but failing, “Why are you being so mean? I need you to be supportive, Eddie.”

“Mean?” He scoffed, “I’m scared, Y/N. This is terrifying. This is scary. Neither of us have any family to rely on and even if we did, we’d never get out of this fucking town. A baby is not holding us back.”

“You don’t care, do you?” You asked, your bottom lip trembling as you stared up at him.

“I care about you,” Eddie said and then pointed to your stomach, “But not that.”

His words felt like they sliced you open. Anger seared through you and you stood up off the couch and walked over to the door. How could the boy you loved more than anything in this world be so cold and heartless all of a sudden?

“Get out,” you said quietly.

“Y/N-”

“I said, GET. OUT.” You glared at him, “You don’t care about the baby means you don’t care about me.”

“No. You’re not thinking clearly.” Eddie sighed, as he stood up from the couch and walked over to you, trying to grasp your face in his hands but you shoved him away from you and out the door. He stumbled a bit, catching himself on the doorframe as he stared at you in shock.

You could both be toxic when it was warranted.

“So that’s it? You’re keeping it?” Eddie stared at you in shock.

“I don’t know. But I do know that you’re not going to talk to me like that. Not me or our baby, because, yes, it’s still apart of you even if you don’t want anything to do with it.” You glared up at him before you stepped back and slammed the door in his face.

He didn’t stay around to try and talk.

Three weeks later

You woke up in extreme pain and your inner thighs felt sticky. Turning the bedside lamp on, you gasped as you seen so much blood pooled around your lap. Tears filled your eyes as you realized what was happening and you screamed for your mom, who came running in quickly. 11 weeks pregnant and covered in blood was never a good thing.

You were at the hospital within a matter of minutes but you knew there was nothing that could be done. When they performed the ultrasound and found no heartbeat, you had already prepared yourself for it. No pregnant woman lost that amount of blood and had a baby survive.

“Y/N?” You heard the familiar voice as the curtain was pulled back and in walked Eddie.

It was the first time you had seen him in the three weeks since you had kicked him out of your living room. He had tried multiple times to come back around but you had your mom shoo him off. How could he hate something the two of you made? How could he not want to be apart of the babies life?

“Why are you here?” You asked, unable to look at him.

He walked over and sat on the side of your bed as he looked down at you, “Because you need me.”

“No, I don’t.” You lied. Eddie had always been your comfort and of course you needed him, but the words still ran through your mind that he said to you. You’d be a horrible mom.

“Your mom called,” Eddie said, “Said it was an emergency and I should get here. Is it...did it pass?”

Your face screwed into a painful cry as you nodded, trying to cover your mouth to quieten your cries.

“You said it,” you sobbed openly as you stared at him, “You said I’d be a horrible mom and you were right. I’m so horrible that my body rejected the baby. You got what you wanted, Eddie. The baby is gone..."

“Y/N, no.” Eddie sighed, trying to touch you but you recoiled away from him, “That’s not what I wanted. I’ve tried calling you and seeing you. I wanted to apologize but you would never let me in. How could I have apologized if you didn’t let me around?”

“You hurt me so bad, Eddie.” You cried, “How could you say that to me knowing how scared I was?”

“I was scared too, Y/N.” Eddie frowned, “But I didn’t want it to end up like this. I had actually gotten...excited to be a dad? I read the books and anything else I could get my hands on-”

“Please just...go, okay?” You sighed, wiping your eyes as you cried, “Just go, yeah? I don’t want you here. You don’t get to mourn her, Eddie. You said you didn’t care about her.”

“Her?”

“I don’t know...I was too early to know but it just felt right,” you said softly, “I would’ve been a good mom. I would’ve.”

“I know, baby. You would’ve. You would’ve been such a good mom.” Eddie sighed, “I was just scared and being an asshole.”

He was silent for a few moments before he held a bag up for you to see, “Your mom asked me to bring some clothes for you to wear. I found some sweat pants and my old metallica shirt you liked so much.”

“Thank you,” you said as you grabbed a kleenex and blew your nose, “I don’t – really, you should go home. There’s nothing to do here. They said the babies already been...passed. Once they release me, I’m just going to go home and get back in bed. I know you’ve got to work in the morning. I’m okay. I promise. I just...I need to be alone right now.”

He stared at you for a few moments before he nodded reluctantly. He knew better than to try and argue with you. He bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before walking to the curtain, giving you one last long look, before he walked off. He wasn’t the only one that needed some alone time.

When Eddie got home that night, in the wee morning hours, he crept past where Wayne was asleep in the living room and back into his bedroom, sitting down at his desk and turning the lamp on. Markers were scattered everywhere and tiny baby onesies were separated into two piles: One for the ones he had already drawn the band logos on and the blank white ones that hadn’t been touched yet. The little jean jacket that would’ve been too big for a newborn and the homemade band logos, small enough to fit and matched his own was a hurtful sight.

The stacks of books on parenting mocked him. He leaned back in the chair, covering his mouth with his hands as he cried, not wanting to wake his uncle up. Deep, heavy sobs muffled by his palms as he allowed himself to let go. You were right. He didn't deserve to mourn her. He has been such an asshole for the few short weeks she existed inside of you. He was ashamed - so very ashamed of himself.

“One day,” he said as he grabbed a plastic bag and slowly started putting the onesies away. Folding them neatly, trying to will the tears away as he stacked them neatly in the bag and tied it up tightly. He would place it on his top shelf and one day, when the time was right, they'd be put to good use.

One day.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson fanfiction #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfic #Stranger things fanfiction #angst #thefreakymunson

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years

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Forever devoted

Hangman x fem!reader

Summary: you and hangman’s secret marriage becomes strained until you finally let out your frustrations

Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI or I will block you, unprotected sex (be safe y’all)

Word count: 1,317

A/n: alright my smut game is slightly so I hope you enjoy plus I didn’t quite know what to do with this nonnie who requested! I also never know how to end a fic lol (requests always open)

Jake just watched as you happily laughed alongside rooster, it made him fine seeing you talking to another man and stormed towards you.

“What’d he say next?”, rooster laughed, you were about to answer before Jake rudely interrupted.

“What do you think you’re doing quickstep?”, Jake growled as Rooster rolled his eyes.

“Hangman we were just talking”, you explained yet you saw him clenching his fist.

“Outside now…”, he hissed before pointing at the door, you just gave him a pleading look as he angrily pointed again.

“See ya around roost”, you said hopping off the bar stool, he looked down at you sadly as you walked defeated, Jake not far behind you.

When you both managed to get outside the shed deck making sure no one would be able to hear you he immediately exploded.

“What the hell was that?”, he halted at you as you rolled your eyes

“We were just talking…we didn’t do anything”, you murmured as he just continued to fume.

“Do I need to remind you we are married?”, he walked even closer.

“I’m not planning on getting with any other guys Jake I was just talking with him that’s it”.

Jake still looked at you angrily, he didn’t want to cause a complete scene but you did want to remind him you are his girl.

“I know..”, you said softly looking down.

“Good”, he smiled again before turning back towards the hard deck.

“Do you know how hard it is?”, you asked, Jake tensed up, his shoulders clearly showing it, “having to tell people I’m off the market because you don’t want me mentioning we are married”

Jake turned back towards you, his eyes showing a sense of sorrow.

“Listen…I know it’s hard-“

“No you don’t Jake you have no idea!”, you yelled as he had a sudden fear of someone overhearing what was happening, “guys jump at the chance to talk and flirt with me no matter how much I say I’m taken”, you hissed out at him making him flinch

“I’m sorry…if it really upsets you can make it public”, he whispered, his voice suddenly very soft and kind.

“We eloped Jake…if my dad finds out we are in fact married even though he turned your blessing we are both screwed!”, you were frustrated at him and he knew it, it was hard on the both of you, “my dad would be pissed I’m sure he’d find a way to have you killed on the spot…”

“Okay listen honey I need you to quiet down”, he looked over noticing Rooster walking out of the hard deck looking around.

“What you scared about people hearing about our lovers quarrel?”, you asked sarcastically as Jake quickly grabbed your hand and hid you behind a car as he watched rooster look around before going back inside.

“Alright we’re safe now-“, he was cut off as you kissed him, he jumped yet he also began to lean into it. He laid his hands on your waist as he fully gave in. You heard let out a growl as you pulled away.

“Been awhile since we’ve done that huh?”, you teased as he pulled you back against his lips, clearly he’d been desperate yet pulled away.

“I’ve neglected you…let me fix that please”, he caressed your cheek, your body craved his touch even more as you nodded. He quickly grabbed you and ran towards the hard deck again, he quickly noticed a door that led to a small storage room. He got frustrated trying to pick the lock before just fully breaking it and watching the door open. You just giggled as he pulled you in, the only light being a small lamp.

“Jake seresin…always the man to get down and dirty no matter the place”, you giggled before he placed on a small dresser.

“I need you….I really need you”, he whined, hangman rarely whined he was too prideful for that.

“Then what are you waiting for?”, and with that he quickly pulled your skirt down as well as your underwear, “is someone actually going to eat me out this time?”

“I’ve been a bit too much of an ass and I wanna fix that”, he then did small kisses up your thigh, your breath hitching as he would get closer and closer towards your slit. It was aggravating and you whispered at him making him chuckle, the vibration against your core wonderfully pleasurable.

“Jake please…”you whimper again and you saw that damn look in his eyes, that look where he was still going to make you beg even if this was all for you. He still gave you that damn smug look before you finally yelled out, “just eat me out already!”, you yelled as he chuckled.

“Careful sweetheart we don’t know if they can hear us”, you couldn’t say anything as immediately after he licked a long strip along your folds making you moan. Him continuing to chuckle wasn’t helping as your thighs clamped around his head harshly to the point he had to hold them down as you whimper and whined before nearly s seeming as his sucked on your clit, your hands going towards his hair making him groan. His tongue was delightful as it ravaged your pussy. He barely came up to breath and you felt that familiar knot in your stomach about to snap yet he just stopped, making you tug on his hair leaving him just to laughing.

“Sorry but I’m getting impatient”, he grunted standing up, you saw him unbuckling his pants, your mouth went dry as he pulled out his erect cock, you wanted it in your mouth but you couldn’t do much with out people hearing your. He teased around your entrance, using your juices as lube, his eyes full of lust. He was soon tired of the teasing before fully sinking inside you. His face was delightful…divine even, his eyes already fluttering as his brow furrowed.

“Jake….”, you moaned biting your lip as he was getting accustomed to your walls once again, he thrusted harshly making you yelp but then moan as let out a soft moan as well.

“God you’re beautiful”, you knew when hangman was being serious when his voice was low and gentle, he began an even pace, your arms went yours his neck as the dresser under you began to rock due to how hard he was fucking you, “you still got the ring baby?”

“Of course I do…”, you stammered out as you showed him the ring he had picked out, it was placed delicately on your ring finger and that just sent him, he was suddenly filled with new vigor as he started fucking you even harder now and that knot in your stomach soon snapped and suddenly your walls clenched around him making him moan and hiss as he continued.

“God…”, his voice was broken as he finally came, you felt him completely fill you. He stayed inside for awhile, never wanting to leave. He however saw you whining uncomfortably before finally pulling out, his cum still dripping out of you. You both just panted for a moment before he helped you off the dresser and handed you your skirt and underwear.

“Well then….I guess that’s that then”, you whispered as he just nodded.

“I’m sorry….I should’ve done something sooner…”, you could hear a sudden surge of butterflies as you went up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Don’t worry…I’m still you’re girl”, you said with a smile putting your skirt and panties back on. He just smiled watching you even as you exited quietly out the door. You just sighed before being startled as rooster rounded the corner.

“Was looking for you he seemed pissed”, rooster smiled as you just laughed.

“Trust me he’s a nice guy if you get to know him…”, you joked as rooster looked at you confused looking down at your hand.

“Where did that ring come from?”

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun hangman #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader

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So. Its out. This is obviously pretty awesome sauce (sorry not sorry jas) and like.

wow.

so it started, middle/late 2011, almost 12 years ago. Some silly little university kids making a stupid horror puppet show. Becky Sloan and Joseph Pelling, creating Dont Hug Me Im Scared. What a way to start of the 2010s huh.

After a series of short videos, created for the Kickstarter, the sequel was created. Tony The Talking Clock was he spectacle of 2014 tumblr, eventually winning the most coveted title a fictional outcast could probably get, ‘Tumblr Sexyman.’ The fandom at this time was WILD, with the whole IceHell genre and the ‘Paige x Tony’ fanatics. Not to mention that kids react video.

At this same year, my personal skrunkle scrimblo came around. The Love Cult was introduced by the ringleader Shrignold, worshipping a stone who they fed gravel. Nobody knows why or how the living FUCK they managed to start a cult like this, but here we go. This was the first time the gang was seen outside, and this circled around Yellow Guy (whos a pig??)

Along comes 2015, introducing the absolute LEGEND, COLIN. THE. COMPUTER. Legend in the making, stupid self absorbed fucktwat, and the computery guy!! Also, the outro was a bop. By now, the DHMIS community had grown a fanbase, the watch count of the series so far over 3 Million!!1!

AND NOW. THIS IS WHEN SHIT GETS REAL!!

dhmis five. the talking point of every internet kids trauma. This episode was about being helfy!,2 Joined by the silly goofy Healthy Band, duck guy and yellow (red guy, whered he go?) learned all about why you shouldnt eat food from a strangers plate!! What made DHMIS special was its unsettling gore, which was shown perfectly in the scene where duck gets his. organs took out! graphically! Awesome!

then the finale came. dhmis 6, 2016, 6. years ago now. 6 whole years. introducing the harsh reality of the real world, the absoloute CHAD which we call Larry, Lars, Larson, Lamp Guy, THE LAMP1!11 Teaching (drunk, on drugs, sleep deprived, who knows?) yellow guy all about the wonderful dreams you can have, including eating a drink, buying a hat, losing your friends and drowning in oil of course! This episode was what made this whole puppet show a real nightmare. skrunkle yellow guy gets (unfortunately) mind-tortured by all the teachers, including the saxaphone. still really wanna know how to buy a canoe. At the end, we finally found out who was the brains behind all of this, none other than yellow guys DAD himself, ROY. This is why, perhaps, this whole fever dream nightmare was based around June 19th Fathers day. This is what, we all though, the end was. 5 years of youtube wonder, Becky Joe and Baker created a phenomenon that shocked the internet in perhaps a million different ways. But the positive feedback was overwhelming, woohoo!

By now, the improvement was MASSIVE. as shown below :

And now. This is when we all thought it was over. Until 2 years later, in 2018, all hope was lost. Until those 2 words,

WAKEY WAKEY!!

this was a 30 second short trailer for the DHMIS Pilot, showing at the 2019 Sundance film festival!

This is where it gets a bit weird, because not only is the original Wakey Wakey deleted, the full thing was never shown anywhere else. the only surviving footage of this was the bad quality pirated videos , with those 2 girls laughing thunderously in the background. A new sexyman, MEAN STEVE (🤤, sorry not sorry) WAS INTRODUCED! WE ALL WANNA SEE HIM IN HIS FULL METAL STICK GLORY! But nah we didnt get that. We didnt get a show, which we all because suspicious of.

well. thats what we thought.

2020. the year of the corona. no hope, isolation. until a lovely woman named Becky Sloan posted a lil thing on her instagram. ‘Were making a tv shooowwww! 📺👀📺👀📺👀📺👀’ AND THIS IS WHERE IT GOT WILDER AWESOMER EPICER!!! WE WAITED AND WE WAITED AND WE FINALLY GOT SOME CONFIRMATION! THIS WAS AWESOME! it got picked up by a charity project by the name of BFI YAC,, hoping to pick up on small industries work! AND IT DID!

time went by, still no show. we all thought it was over, cancelled, whatever.

2021 ROLLS PAST.

FILMING WAS WRAPPED! IN THE TIME WE WERE ALL GRIEVING AT THE THOUGHTS OF NO TV SHOW, THEY WERE WORKING ON IT THE WHOLE TIMEEE!!

‘WAKEY WAKEY’ as the fandom called it at the time, was coming!

now we wait. until FEB 25 2022. They finished the final sound recording. It was all done, we were all waiting for that special day, June 19th

, Fathers day. , 3 months ago.

and what did we get?

FLY.

THE TRAILER FOR THE NEW SHOW, PREMIERING CHANNEL 4 IN SEPTEMBER!! OH !EM GEE!

Now, we were all anticipating for the new series, we waited EXTREMELY PATIENTLY for this, 4-5 years no less. Honestly we shoulda won an award for the most patient fandom at this point.

SEPTEMBER 2022!

WE GOTTA GET THINGS READY FOR THS BIG DAY! BIG DAY! THE TRAILER WAS OUT! COMING SEPTEMBER 13TH!

but then, disaster struck! ohh no!

HRH Queen Elizabeth fell ill and kicked the bucket. Obviously , this meant not only is the country in ruins now lol! (fuck liz truss basically) But the show (we thought) was in jeopardy! (not really) The 10 days of mourning began, and the All 4 Website announced that the show would be slightly delayed, but coming this month.

THIS MONTH! NOW! FRIDAY 23RD, 2022. THE BIG DAY HAS ARRIVED! 6 SHINING BRAND NEW EPISODES, PREPARED FOR THE BIG TV DEBUT FRIDAY 30TH SEPTEMBER!

THE IMPROVEMENT, BY NOW WAS STUNNING AWESOME EPIC!! LOOKLOOKLOOK!

this new series, which is 1 day old!! fresh new awesome! is AMAZING! 3 WHOLE HOURS FULL OF OUR FAVE TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO!

(Yes. we know, you still find red guy sexy.)

(AND COLIN. AND THE LAMP. AND A BIT OF TONY TOO!)

JUST THREE OF THEM! CLAYHILL HAD, UNFORTUNATELY, SHRIVELLED UP OR SOMETHING! (I RECKON)

this was obviously a sign that Wakey Wakey is now Lost Media. But we got this! all thanks to that one silly dumb stupid epic 3 minute long short on youtube, made by 2 people, in their free time, DONT HUG ME IM SCARED!

This post is basically, appreciation for Becky Joe and Baker, and the fandom, and everyone who helped in the making of this phenomenon!

Along the way, we’ve encountered our askblogs, most notably @sketchbook-and-tony-adventures !! And the awesome, probably most noted artists of DHMIS tumblr, the epic awesome amazing @amii-stuff @frootrollup? whats the username again? @hecklefreckled & @bernold ! Obviously more as well but i honestly dont remember the usernames :/ And our epic news sharer @creative-time !! Thanks you guys! And some awesome others, like @creechurfoundincheckerboardvoid @dhmispaint and the bezzie mate @xzumichannn !! Woohoo! Thank you guys so much, without this crazy massive fandom, we probably wouldnt have even got this far, crazy right!

So far, the best moments of this 2011-2022 era for me have been

- ‘Where are all you nasty clockfuckers! did you finally fuck that clock?’

- Sketch has a small face

- LisWeegee Adventures In Lurning dubs

- Whoever the heck that spanish dhmis gacha person is!

- That one ‘No bitches’ meme with shrignold :

- My amazing askblog i could never be bothered to do!

- Whoever that tiktok guy is

- “FREELANCERS DESERVE TO DIE!”

- Money Man. Deserves to be a sexyman fr!

- “BYE GUYS! I LOVE YOU!”

- Hearing the first few seconds of the first episode intro. those bells man. something, a feeling im never gonna feel again. ever. something i could experience only once.

The only bad thing. LAMPS SOBERED UP?? WHERED THE DRUGGIE INSOMNIAC VOICE GO?

Anyways. I love yall your all awesome, were finally trending on tumblr again, and we all have worms in our brain!

What have we got to look forward to now?

- DELTARUNE NEW CHAPTERS, 2023? The finale will probably be ready for 2027…

thats literally it. sorry. Hazbin Hotels coming to tv? i guess? lol.

this is obviously a national highlight of 2022 🥱 well no. Its internationally an internet milestone. duh!

LONG LIVE DHMIS!!

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #bigday #dhmis wakey wakey #wakey wakey #2022 highlights #red guy #duck guy #yellow guy #traffic light trio #becky sloan #joseph pelling #baker terry #thecultofmalcom

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adri-2022 · 1 year

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Whatever it takes 2

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader / OC Dahlia “Lia” Halstead

Warnings: mention of kidnapping/ mention of PTSD/ swearing

Word count: 2108

Jay Halstead Materlist

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope everyone is doing alright. Again portraying Dahlia “Lia” Halstead is Abigail Cowen. A request from @hngbrooks.

Don’t be afraid to leave your comment!

Part I

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Midnight silence invaded the Halstead house, where you were sleeping peacefully, until you weren’t. Muffled screams could be heard in the distance as you woke up from your sleep.

On instinct you reached a hand to shake Jay awake but you were met with the emptiness of his side. This made you wake up completely, being able to hear the screams that echoed the house and jumping out of bed you rushed out of your room directly to your daughters.

It had been two weeks since your daughters kidnapping, everyday you were all reminded of the pieces left behind. You knew what was happening, Doctor Charles had said it would, and it pained you that nothing could be done.

Scared as you reached her room, your eyes widen at the sight. Terrified cries and screams reached your ears as you saw Lia stepping back towards the corner of the wall holding her night lamp up as if to defend herself from something or someone. That’s when you saw Jay with his hands raised in a calming manner, showing Lia that he meant no harm and at the same time trying to approach the terrified teenager.

“Sweetheart, can you put that down” Jay asked his voice full of concern

“GET AWAY!” Lia screamed and cried as her grip tightened around the lamp

“Baby. Lia. Listen to my voice, it’s dad” Jay exclaimed over the sound of her cries, arms still up as she shook her head

“Lia…” you softly spoke taking a cautious step in her direction and stopping as she raised the lamp again,

“Don’t come any closer!” she exclaimed, a tears ran down her cheeks, they seemed to not end.

“Dahlia it’s mom, put the lamp down honey, please” you tried to bargain as you raised your hands following your husbands movement. Nothing seemed to work, nothing got through to her.

“NO! I said get away!” she continued to say as she swung the lamp making space around herself and accidentally scratching Jay’s arm making you gasp.

“Jay…” you whispered, your voice breaking as he slowly approached your side leaning down to say something

“I need you to distract her, alright. I have to take that lamp out of her hands, she’s gonna hurt herself” Jay told you as his gaze stayed on Lia’s movements, the only thing he was worried about was his daughters safety. With a nod you moved slightly to the side, gaining her attention.

“Hi, sunshine. It’s momma. It’s okay, you’re alright. Do you know where you are?” you asked as softly as you could trying to keep her gaze on you as Jay tried to get closer.

“Get the hell away from me!” she screamed at you with so much emotion it almost made you flinch. She pointed the night lamp at you, terrified.

“Alright, alright. I won’t get any closer. Do you know where you are?”

“You tide me to a chair, my- my hands hurt…it’s so cold…IT’S YOUR FAULT! I wanna go home. P-please I wanna go home” Lia cried shaking her head and tightly closing her eyes.

Because unknown to you she was having an internal battle where she wished she could open her eyes and everything would go back to how it was before. Safe, protected, naive. But that would never happen, she would never be the girl she was before the kidnapping. The only way was forward and it would be hell of a way.

You made eye contact with your husband, nodding in his direction. That’s all it took for Jay to rush to his daughters side taking the lamp in one swing and trapping her arms to her chest as he hugged her tightly.

“NO! NO! Please, please I didn’t do anything, let me go. Please I want my dad” Lia cried struggling, her back falling on her father’s chest, both sliding down the wall and to the floor as you reached them.

“Baby. Listen, listen to my voice. You are home, you’re back home. Dad’s right here… I’m right here, I promise” Jay softly said as he tightened his grip on Lia, continuing to whisper in her ear as you caressed her head.

“Please…don’t hurt me…” Lia whispered as silent tears left her eyes no longer struggling against Jay, too tired to even try.

“You’re okay. You’re safe” you whispered, confused when you noticed Lia’s gaze

“Jay. I think somethings wrong” eyes wide as your head snapped to look at your husband, making him furrow his eyebrows and move slightly to get a look at Lia’s face.

“Shit, I knew it” he whispered taking a deep breath, realization on his face

“What?” you hurriedly asked

“She’s still asleep…” he calmly said putting his cheek on her head and sighing

“Ho- how? What’s going on?” you stuttered as you tried to understand. You didn’t know if you were still asleep, nothing was making sense.

“PTSD episode. She’s in a daze” Jay said, giving you a pained look as Lia’s now emotionless gaze stayed on the floor.

You looked back to your daughter as her eyes glazed over, she had been having flashbacks all along. You thought it was a nightmare from what could be the most terrifying hours of her life, but she was reliving everything from that night. So you got closer to your husband and daughter as if shielding her from everything around.

“What now?” your eyebrows furrowed sniffing, as you continued to caress her head

“We wait…we can just wait until she wakes up. She’s gonna be confused, we just have to be patient” he said closing his eyes as he slumped against the wall now just hugging Lia’s limp body.

“It’s… it’s just like you after the rangers. And I still hate every second of it. I fucking hate it” you whispered as you cried, voice breaking while you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Me too…I hate it too” he whispered back pecking your forehead.

You understood this was not only affecting Lia, it was also bringing back horrible memories and parts of Jay’s life that neither of you wanted to relive. Jay felt even worse knowing that it was his daughter who was now going though it, the only thing that he could do was hold her.

“Mom…” she whined, as confusion took over her face and then panic.

“It’s alright, Lia. We’re right here” you whispered sweetly brushing her tears away as Jay kept pecking her head caressing her arms. But something changed in her expression.

“Where is he? Where did he go? Dad. He’s inside the house” Lia said widening her eyes, sitting up and desperately looking around her room. At this you sniffed and closed your eyes.

“Lia there’s no one here, baby. Just us” Jay lowly said running his hands over her arms in what he hoped was a calming way as she looked back to her father in confusion

“But. I-” she sighed, before realizing that she had been having flashbacks

“No…I- I’m going crazy, I swear it was real. He was here…” she whispered as she slightly pushed the palms of her hands to her head hitting the sides repeatedly

“Hey, hey, hey. No Lia, don’t do that baby” you said reaching for both her hands and kissing the back of them

“Dad…” she sobbed as she struggled to breath panting for air

“Shh, in for four out for two, breath” Jay repeated as he pulled her back protectively and rocked her side to side, looking at you as tears brimmed his green eyes.

“Please make it stop, please. I want it to stop” Lia said between cries as she slumped her head on Jay’s shoulder while he tucked her closer -if it was even possible-.

“I wish I could. You don’t know how much we wish we could” Jay said, voice breaking and tears left both of your eyes as you hugged one another.

“Why me…” she whispered as you all cried together, making your heart shatter.

You three spend almost two hours on Lia’s bedroom floor, in between calming her and making sure she knew that this was real and she had woken up. Moving to the living room where you all cuddled on the couch, Lia’s head rested on her fathers lap as her legs were on yours. She looked up to the roof and sighed,

“Do you think I’m going crazy” she said as she bit her lip in a nervous manner. Her voice made both you and Jay look at her

“No, of course not, honey” you answered before Jay could, as she nodded

“I think I am…” Jay brushed her hair, before asking

“Why, honey?” worried as he watch a tear leave one of her eyes

“I still feel the tape on my wrists, how the tip of the gun felt in my head and I swear that sometimes I hear their voices” she answered voice breaking, while Jay continued to brush her hair and you squeezed her leg.

“Do you think we should take Doctor Charles offer?” Jay asked, sad eyes as he looked at his daughter

“Will it make it quiet?” Lia asked desperation in her voice as her green broken eyes connected with her fathers

“Quiet?” you whispered,

“There’s too much noise up here. I just want it to be quiet” she said pointing to her head and looking at both of you

“I can’t promise you that, baby” Jay said as he pursed his lips together shaking his head

“But it helped you…talking to someone” she continued sitting up in between both of you, looking at Jay for an answer. You took her hand squeezing it and giving Jay a sad but loving smile.

“Yeah…it did, baby. It did” Jay answered nodding, giving her an encouraging smile and taking her hand as she nodded back.

“No… did I do that?” she asked quietly as she looked at Jay’s scratch arm.

“It’s okay-” Jay tried before being cut off

“I’m so sorry, dad! I didn’t mean to” she said cradling her free hand on her chest not taking her eyes off the injury as Jay shook his head

“I know sweetheart,”

“Dad-” she looked guiltily

“Hey! You have nothing to be sorry for, alright. It’s just a scratch, nothing more” Jay said sternly as he reached for her cradled hand and kissing its back. She nodded resting her head on your shoulder while you wrapped your arms around her, falling asleep and leaving both of you battling internally.

“I feel like a failure” Jay said lowly, to not wake your daughter.

“Babe…” you started shaking your head and reaching for his hand

“I do” as he looked ahead jaw clenching in frustration

“Then I feel like shit. I shouldn’t have let her stay there” you said as guilt took over you unconsciously tightening the hug on your sleeping daughter.

“Babe. Don’t put this on yourself, I agreed too” Jay said looking directly at you, both of you sharing the feeling

“And now the stupid trial, the comments, the fucking interviews.” you rambled listing all of the consequences of the kidnapping bitting your lip.

“Agreed” he sighed

“It’s too much, Jay…”

“Hey honey. What’s on your head?” he asked tilting his head waiting for your answer -but he knew where you were getting at-.

“I think we should leave Chicago, for good” you hurriedly said

“Alright, where?” he said reaching for his phone, probably to make some calls. That’s what you loved about your husband, the fact that he would drop anything for his family.

“God- I don’t know, I wish there was an answer to everything” you whispered pecking Lia’s head and looking at Jay, as he raised his head from his phone to look at you.

“I think I have an idea” putting his phone away and leaning an arm on the back of the couch squeezing your shoulder.

“I’m all ears, so shoot” you sighed, as he squinted his eyes thinking

“Alright, how about we take her to Doctor Charles in the morning. Maybe he can approach the idea of moving from Chicago, that way we can see where Lia’s mind is at” Jay said shrugging his shoulders as you nodded for him to keep going.

“Then we make the decision. I think we should, you know we start fresh somewhere else. No memories, no familiarity to Chicago, just a blank space” he finished biting his lip as he massaged his forehead

“A blank space, alright, but we take her to Doctor Charles first” you nodded,

“First thing when she wakes up” Jay answered as hope expressed in both of your eyes

#jay halstead x reader #chicago pd imagines #jay halstead #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x you #fan fiction #one chicago fic #jay halstead angst #jay halstead x daughter

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tbznewberry · 2 years

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Who are you? | TXT

After getting your sight back after being blind for a few months, you realize that there are people in your house you've never seen before and ... where are your parents?

Genre: horror, (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: mentions of killing, uncomfortable behaviour, house burning

[A/N: 1, this is a little messy, but I think it's fine! 2, it's my first time writing the character as gender neutral so bare with me. I also tried second perspective again! I hope you'll like it!]

"I'm writing this in desperation, in search of answers and to … honestly, clear my mind. I don't have anyone to turn to and I don't know what to do.

Long story short, I was in a car accident that made me blind. The doctors said that it'd be permanent … but it wasn't. I have my sight back now and I'm terrified of what I've doscovered. While I couldn't see, my family took care of me. They helped me with everything, but they never spoke. And now that my sight is back … I saw that they're not my family. I don't know who they are. There are five men in my house! And I have no fucking idea who even one of them are! Right now, they're all in bed … and so should I be … but I had to write this down because I'm so scared. They haven't hurt me, and they haven't taken anything from my home. I don't know what they want. What have they done to my parents?"

You can hear footsteps walking up the stairs. During their time without vision, you’ve learned to understand sounds. In the beginning — when you actually couldn't see — you noticed how heavy the footsteps were, but you thought it was your brother or dad … it all makes so much more sense now. Quickly, you turn off the lamp and hurry to lay down in your bed, in the exact same position that they left you in. You’ve practiced. You watch how the door opens and one of the men comes in. He's tall and wears a blue hoodie to accompany his blue hair. His lips stand out in a consistent pout. You keep your eyes on a small hole in the wall, trying not to follow him with your eyes. If you do, it's clear that you are able to see. The man walks over to the bed, tucks you in and kisses your forehead before walking out.

Everything continued as normal the following days. You pretend that your vision is still gone. The five men whisper to each other so you one won't be able to hear. But you do. They're underestimating your hearing after all this unintentional practice. It's starting to get on your nerves. The fear of these five strangers, anger over how they trick them into believing they're your parents, confusion over where your parents are and sadness over feeling lost … what is a person supposed to do in this situation?

You decide to try to expose the five men without exposing themselves. They put you down in a chair in the kitchen, ready to feed you like they always do.

"Mom, when is my vision coming back?" you ask, clinging onto the shortest man's hand. "I'm scared."

The man looks around with wide eyes at the other men who shrug. None seem to know what to do. The man in front of you clears his throat.

"Don't be scared", he whispers, trying to make his voice higher than what it normally is.

Bingo.

"You don't sound like mom …", you say quietly and let go of his hand.

The five men look at each other in horror. It takes everything in you not to show emotions. Exposing them like this feels … powerful?

"Who are you?" you ask, voice unsteady. Tears threaten to fall at any time. "Where is my family?"

"They're here, they hired us to help", the one with blue hair says.

"N-No", you say, shaking your head. Tears start to fall down. "They're not. What have you done?"

The tallest one walks over to them and claps his hands in front of your eyes. As a reflex, you blink.

"You can see", he states, voice dropping a few octaves with every word. "How long have you been able to see?"

You don’t answer.

“How long have you been able to see?!” he repeats, angrier this time.

"Two weeks", you answer quietly.

"Hm, so little Y/N decided to pretend to need our help for two whole weeks?" one of the guys says, brushing his hand through your hair. "Well, in that case, maybe we need to introduce ourselves? I'm Huening Kai-"

"Don't be dumb, they're always in need of our help", the tallest snarls back. "Y/N, I'm Soobin."

The others introduce themselves. The blue haired one is apparently called Yeonjun, the one pretending to be the mom is Taehyun and the one that hasn't said anything until now is Beomgyu. He's just observed the scene.

"Where is my family?" you ask harshly, tears streaming down your face.

"Here, eat a little", Beomgyu says and picks up some soup on the spoon.

"What have you done to them?!"

"Say 'aah'."

You slap his hand away, making the soup on the spoon crash down on the floor and splatter across the carpet. Five pairs of angry eyes turn to look at you.

“You don’t need to be childish”, Soobin warns.

You stand up, but they force you to sit down again. The spoon gets shoved against you lips again, but you refuse to open it. They could have put something in it, they could kill you like this if you wanted to. They force the spoon in and the tomato soup fills your mouth.

“You can swallow it. It’s not poisonous”, Taehyun says and takes a spoonful himself. “Look. Not dangerous.”

You swallow it, actually feeling hungry. It’s been hours since you last ate. The soup has burned your cheeks from the inside.

“I think you should go to sleep”, Taehyun decides and they help each other bring you up to the bedroom again.

“Oh, what’s this?” Beomgyu asks and picks up a note. He quickly reads through it and starts in a mocking tone reading what you’ve written. “I don't have anyone to turn to and I don't know what to do.”

“Stop that!” you shout, feeling embarrassed, as if he was reading straight out of your diary.

“You’re scared?” Soobin pouts ironically. “Poor, little Y/N. If we’d known, we’d have put you out of your misery a long time ago!”

You bite back your response, scared to make them angry. There’s something about that statement that terrifies you. They give you one final goodnight and walk out of the room. You can hear a ‘click’ behind them, already knowing that they’ve locked the door. There has to be another way out. When everyone else in the house is sleeping, you make your way out of the comfort of your bed. As soon as you remove the covers, you second doubt every thought that has ever come into your head. Is this a good idea? No, it isn't. But it's necessary. You have to get out. Before they kill you too. Because you know that’s what they did to your parents and from what Soobin said, you have a feeling they’ll actually put you of your misery.

You walk over to the window and feel on the handles before carefully opening it. Being on the second floor might be a problem for your escape, but it has to work. You’ve seen it in cliche movies, how they tie the covers and blankets together and flee out the window. With shaking hands, you collect the white sheets and tie them together. Every ten seconds, your eyes go to the door to make sure that no one enters. WHen you see the shadows of feet under the door, you crouch down with your hands over your mouth.

“We have to get rid of her now that she knows”, you can hear them whisper back and forth. “It’s not safe for us if she’s alive, knowing both our faces and our names. Best to do it now that she’s asleep.”

The feet go away and you breathe out. You were right. They are going to kill you. You open the window silently and let the sheet-rope fall out. You secure it to the bed so you can start climbing down. You climb down and end up on the wet grass, almost slipping on it. You look back at the house one last time before running as fast as your legs can carry you away from the place. Not a chance that you’d stay there long enough to find out what technique they’d use to get rid of you. When you get far enough to see the whole house in your view … you can see flames licking up the facade, swallowing the house and you realize how close you actually were to going to sleep forever.

[A/N: as I said, it's a little messy, but I hope you'll like it! I found this as a two sentence horror story by someone on tiktok but I can't for the love of me remember their name! :( ]

#kpop yandere #yandere kpop #yandere #kpop #kpop horror #txt yeonjun #txt #txt beomgyu #txt heuningkai #txt soobin #txt taehyun #horror

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beedreamscape · 1 month

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Zerxus gets caught in morbid conversations.

~ 2.1k words. This takes place pre loquaerryn marriage (yes, they're my measure of time, sue me).

CW for conversation of death and grief.

Zerxus awakes as he feels a stir on the bed. Zerxus calls it instinct, Evandrin calls it a bad habit.

There's an orange glow permeating the darkness and soft grunts from muscles stretching in the air.

He turns to see Evandrin's sitting on the side of the bed with his back to him, still in his sleeping shirt and underwear. Beside where the lampshade sits, on the clock, Zerxus can see it's still a quarter to four.

Zerxus lifts his head from the pillow. "Is there scouting duty today?"

Evandrin turns, face and hair still tousled from sleep. "Morning, darling, go back to sleep, sorry for waking you."

"I would still say good night." Zerxus pulls on the hem of his shirt lazily. "I thought scouting wasn't for another three weeks."

"And you're right, this is something else." Evandrin gets up against his husband's pull and starts putting his trousers on. "One of my soldiers just died, young Hector, and he has no family here in Avalir so I need to sign his death certificate."

"Isn't a cleric that does that?"

He rubs his eye. "Sorry. It's not the certificate, it's a lease for the Conversion."

Zexus sits up. "What conversion?"

Some realization comes Evandrin's eyes before softening. "Oh, I never told you, did I? I don't think you had the chance to see it either... It's how we get rid of bodies in Avalir. Haven't you noticed we have no cemeteries here?"

"Not really. You don't just bury people?"

Evandrin doesn't bother taking his sleeping shirt off, shoving the hem into his pants before taking a dress coat from the rack.

"No, there wouldn't be enough land to bury every dead. And if you consider the funeral rites of the elves who care to perform them, there wouldn't be a need for them anyway. Not to mention they live way too long."

"And what is this conversion?"

"They convert whatever's left of ether inside your body into usable energy. Also from the combustion of it. That's where the name comes from. It feeds the city like a corpse would feed the earth... except way faster and cleaner."

"Sounds very... functional."

"I know." He sits on the bed again and holds Zerxus' hand. "But you can always let someone know if you want it to have it done to your body or not, poor Hector didn't have time or who to tell that so he goes straight into conversion."

With his free hand, Zerxus brushes Evandrin's long hair into better shape. "You can let Tempus eat me before when the time comes."

"Thanks, dear. What if he doesn't find you tasty enough?"

"Tell him to pick me up and drop me in the ocean." He makes the gestures with his hand. "From really high so everyone can see the impact and the sea creatures may eat what's left."

"I'll have it arranged when the time comes. It's more creative than my wish for a pyre on the ocean. It's kinda how my mother chose to go, burnt in a pyre with dragon fire."

"You had a dragon at her funeral?"

He nods. "It was actually a wyvern and it was a trained but it served its purpose. Dad was placed in a burial cave since he had a bit of dwarvish blood, it was what my grandma wanted."

He brings Evandrin's hand to his lips for a kiss. "Thanks for sharing. I wish I could go with you."

"You wouldn't see anything interesting if you did. It all happens in closed chambers bellow city level."

"I don't want to see anything I just didn't want you to go by yourself."

"Don't worry, I've been through my people dying on me before, it's just sad he went so young." He opens a smile and ruffles Zerxus' hair. "Get back to sleep, my lil' paladin."

"I think I'll go check on our tiny little fighter."

"You go do that, just don't scare him this time."

He starts getting up from the bed. "I said it wasn't on purpose."

"I know, but you gotta understand that a six-foot-tall man standing ominously in the dark is terrifying for a little boy."

"I'll turn on the lamp this time."

"Good." He gives Zerxus a little peck. "I won't be long."

"Please don't let them turn you into city juice as well."

He can hear Evandrin's laugh in the corridor. "I won't make any promises."

"Since when has Avalir done this Conversion thing? For the dead?"

He wasn't really interested in getting into this subject, much less with her, he assumes neither is she, but he rarely got the chance to sit down with Laerryn, let alone just the two of them, so he wouldn't get another chance to satiate his curiosity and it's been days since it started plaguing his mind.

A new Marquesian-themed restaurant had opened and they were the only two in their friend group who curiously shared a true appreciation for its foreign cuisine.

She doesn't refrain from shoving a forkful of sillgoat loin chop into her mouth before speaking. "Oh... I guess since the beginning, I'm not sure if we were the ones to come up with it or some other flying city."

"Can't you just disintegrate the body? One spell and poof, it's gone."

"We could but what a waste of precious ether that'd be. You see a single corpse doesn't hold much ether, but when you amount to several deaths a year then it means something. It's not even one and a half percent of the total energy stored in the city but when every drop counts, it's something."

He looks down at his plate, empty with stains of dark red sauce on the perimeter. He always finishes eating first no matter who he's eating with, a mixture of anxiety and hunger only a man his size has. He catches himself staring at her glass of white wine.

"Feels very utilitarian."

"You just haven't been in Avalir long enough. We are a flying city, every handful of resources counts, there are people," she points at herself, "that work to manage that. On top of managing who manages it."

"I know, but it's people we're talking about. Their bodies."

"What do you think I'm talking about? They're just bodies, I've seen them rot before. People are here, living, doing shit. The only person buried in Avalir is our most special boy, Imyr, in his very special mausoleum, which I consider such a waste. Don't tell Patia I said that."

"Why a waste?"

"The older wizards, I'm talking elves, gnomes, dwarves, the big boys, store immense amounts of ether within them. Sorcerers? You could turn the lucky bastards into massive bombs with the right calculations."

"Suddenly I'm more inclined towards it."

She gives him a playful kick under the table.

"But that's necromancers and transmutators playground, minutia and too many physiological factors to take in. I prefer working with big numbers and machines. Despite that, it's a respectable representation of wizards and artificers working together."

"Is that how you want to be taken care of?"

"I think so. However, I would like to be stored into something like a necklace or a sword until someday the yielder has to use me to kill some legendary enemy before floating back into the leylines. But honestly, I'll take what I can get, I'll be dead anyway."

He stares at her chew in amusement, still puzzled at how the woman before him and his husband are the best of friends. "Avalirians have strange death rituals."

"You need to meet the Aeorians then, heard rumors of them preserving the bodies for a really long time."

"For what?"

"How am I supposed to know? Probably something nefarious. As I said, rumours, I'm sure you'll get more from Loquatius or Patia than me."

"I think I've had enough of the subject for now."

She cleans her mouth with a napkin. "I don't personally like talking about death either. Maybe it's an elf thing... but I've had to learn to deal with it since I've befriended so many humans and... other short-living folks."

He never got truly offended by 'human' but something in the way she says it never sat comfortably inside his skull, yet he lets it slip with her. "Who else?"

She thinks for a moment and he can't interpret what passes behind her eyes. "Everyone except Patia."

"Even Van?"

She nods, takes a sip of her wine. "Half-elves don't live a quarter of full elves, some can but most don't. When I think of loss, it's the only time I grow any respect for necromancers, I too have a hard time letting things go."

"I used to think I was very detached from everything, until I got a family. Maybe it'll happen to you as well," he says with a hint of humor.

"I have a family, believe it or not."

"But they're in Cathmoíra. Always seven years away from you."

"Yes... But I do have a version of it here in Avalir, a very busy one that lives in different houses."

He smiles. "We'd kill each otherwise."

She laughs loudly, it always gives him a pang of accomplishment wherever he manages to get it out of her.

"For sure we would. Though I would cut you some slack because of the lil ginger."

"Loquatius would be the first to go."

She takes the last sip with a smile. "Probably, yes."

"First Knight."

The voice is whispery, tiny and soft and as Zerxus turns to its source so is the half-elf woman who owns it. With the cold weather, she's covered by a hooded cape. On her chest, the clasp that closes the cape is a familiar mask.

He had been walking through the city checking for any suspicious behavior and has done it for at least a week since their temporary bridge with Zemnia.

"Hello, miss, how can I help you?"

She keeps her stare fixed on his feet. "Thanks, but I require no assistance. I'm Ivorah Orlan from the Conversion Nucleus."

"Are you a cleric?"

She looks surprised by the question but notices his eyes glancing at her chest. "Yes, cleric of the Matron of Ravens."

He just nods.

"I'm sorry for being forward but there's something I'd like to ask. It's about your late husband."

Zerxus feels a bubbling sickness in his throat, he also feels starved - very few even mention his existence. "Proceed."

"As I said I'm the responsible cleric for the Conversion Nucleus and I was a friend of the First Knight Evandrin. In conversations we had, he had mentioned that when his death came he'd like me to be his sepulchral ritualist, but I never got the chance."

"He didn't want to be Converted."

"I'm aware. He wanted to be burned in a pyre and sent into the Lucidian. But we had that discussion and I never... his body was already dealt with before I had the chance and I feel like I broke a promise," she finishes with a quavering voice.

The memory of the time comes blurry to him, everything around it comes as a big horrifying blur. Loquatius and Patia had dealt with most of the funeral rites, he dealt with Elias, and Nydas dealt with him. Part of the ring had been broken and through fire and violence forced back into shape.

He turns the sickness into a solid mass, a boulder that keeps him from breaking every other hour.

"And you're not the only one." He steels himself. "The nature of his disease, we... we had to let go of many luxuries of honour."

"It still puzzles me what took such a young and strong man..."

"Puzzles me as well."

"Wish I had a chance to..." She closes her eyes, breathes deeply. "At least he was given an honourable funeral march."

"It was the Septarion's making."

She nods with her head down. "I'm sorry bothering you, First Knight."

He places a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. For caring. Perhaps your Matron has him in her company and I envy her for it."

She lifts her eyes at once, then he sees them for what they are - terrible dark circles, perfect eclipses. "I've sought her insight about it... she doesn't have him in her sights."

"What does that mean?"

Her intensity deflates. "I don't know. I like to believe he went to an even higher place of honour for a soul as pure and valiant as his."

He tries smiling but feels tears sting in his eyes, the boulder starting to melt like a stray iceberg. "So do I."

#I never think I'll write about Zerxus but then I catch myself doing it willingly #the topic came to me first while I was in church and I planned to first write it with Laerryn #but then she wouldn't have a plausible reason to think about this or be where I needed her to be #anyway so Zerxus was the logical character to have here talking about death #I wanted to describe the actual place but I had no space here. might try adding in the longfic #evandrin alterra #zerxus ilerez #laerryn coramar seelie #zerxus x evandrin #exu calamity #critical role #flash fic #writing

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aajjks · 2 months

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get your popcorn and tissues ready 🍿⚠️⚠️⚠️

mommy issues!JK

“um, i guess we can get something to eat” you shrug “you shouldn’t make ramyeon in those nice clothes” but jungkook argues that he doesn’t care what he’s wearing. you’ve cooked for him before and he’d love to cook for you but you’re insistent on him cooking in his armani suit.

so instead of cooking, he decides to buy you and himself a smoothie with a wrap of your choosing before finally arriving to your apartment.

once you unlock your apartment, jungkook allows you to walk in first before closing the door behind himself. the first thing he notices is your pink and yellow lava lamp sitting on your coffee table and the bouquet of flowers he bought for you.

“need me to get you anything? my bathroom is down the hall to the left and you already know where my kitchen is. i’ll be right back, okay? make yourself comfortable!” you say as you hurry to your bedroom and look for two things: a picture and your medallion. once you’ve finally found them, you return back to your living to find jungkook sitting down on your couch but without his gray suit coat on.

you take a seat next to him and hand him the two items so he could look at them. while he does that you take a deep breath ‘here goes nothing.’

“so that’s my family. that’s me, my mom, my dad, and my older sister soo-min. this medal, is my first of many first place medals i’ve won in figure skating competitions. i competed nationally too but it wasn’t easy. i started figure skating when i was four but it wasn’t because i had a choice. min didn’t want to do gymnastics so i switched with her and did figure skating but it wasn’t…easy”

“my parents were really abusive growing up. they favored soo-min over me because she had a lot more trophies than i did. if i…if i didn’t get first place, my father would tell me to take my shirt off and he’d..he’d burn me for it. see?”

you turn around and show jungkook the cigarette burns littered all across your back. when you turn to face him again, he can even see some on your neck and collarbone area, they’re faded but they’re still there. he wonders how many times…

“my mother didn’t really do anything. she just said not to say anything about it, so i never did. figure skating, school, my parents, it was all getting to me. my anxiety and stress was high, i started losing weight and my hair so i cut it. i feel in love with this girl on my team, her name was avery. she was really sweet and was my first love but she cheated on me with my sister. my recent and last relationship was with this guy named ji-cheol. we dated for 3 years but he was really abusive”

you can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you tell jungkook that you’ve never been loved. and if you were ever loved, no one has ever showed you that they did. their version of loving you was by hurting you and in response, you became very very defensive and scared.

“no one has ever loved me, jungkook. nobody. you have a kid and friends that love you but me? i don’t have anybody. everyone that’s ever been in my life has hurt me and i don’t…i can’t get hurt again. i became a teacher because i wanted to give kids the love i never got when i was their age”

there it is, the truth. you can’t believe you told jungkook allllll of that but you kind of feel a little better because you’ve never told anyone about it. you’ve kept it to yourself for a very long time and you’re sure that jungkook will probably avoid you because it’s a lot.

you take your hand and wipe your tears away but more just keep falling and falling. it’s the first time you’ve let someone other than alina see you like this. you’re a mess, a complete mess with scars that a kiss can’t fix.

is jungkook sure this is the woman he really wants to be with?

~🫧

He listens to everything that you say, and he cannot bring it in himself to touch his food because of the way you start to cry and the way your voice breaks in between, and you try to keep your composure you really are because you hiccup and your shoulders shake.

He needs to keep his composure in front of you, but when you show him those cigarette burns he actually chokes up because he’s a smoker too and he’s not sure if he can smoke in front of you without triggering You.,

How did he not notice these marks on your body before because this dress is quite revealing, and he had no idea that you had an older sister just like him and two parents that maybe are dead now because they deserve to die.

Especially your father.

Jungkook doesn’t look into your eyes it’s a lot to take in and he feels so ashamed that you had the worst parents in the world growing up,

And he realizes that now that he’s always seen you with golden tinted glasses, you’ve always been more than perfect to him, and he didn’t think that you’d have such a huge baggage on your tiny shoulders.

He seethes when you tell him about what your sister did to you and how she stole your first love away from you- imagine being cheated on and because of your own sibling- imagine having a boyfriend that was physically emotionally abusive to you.

Wow.

He folds his arms and he blinks twice, because-he cannot see you cry like this you don’t deserve this much pain-at least not this much pain to deal with it yourself all alone

He’s not sure if you have told this all to someone else, and he just thinks that you’re so strong. “Y-Yn…” he whispers out, and he cannot help at scoot closer to you, so he can hug you.

Gently. he wraps his arms around your shoulders and makes sure that your head is on his so you can really cry on his shoulder. “I..I just want to say that you’re so strong.”

It’s time that he shares something similar with you. “Yknow the way I hate Nara so much? It’s because she was also physically violent with me during the course of our relationship.”

One day when he will takeoff his shirt, he’ll show you the scars, but not right now. “ I…. Her anger was always too much for me to deal with. And when she was frustrated, she took out her frustrations on me, in every single way you can imagine…. Why do you think I am so uncomfortable around women?”

You’re the first woman he feels so comfortable with because you’ve got this kindness in your eyes and it’s not lust that you see him with

He couldn’t defend himself against her, but just like you told him that your mother advised you to keep shut about the abuse your father was putting you through, his father told him the same thing.

They are rich they are so powerful too, but he doesn’t understand why he tolerated her and her family? “ I’m sorry I’m not making this about myself but I’m just sharing a similar traumatic experience that I was put through 19 till 21.”

Because at 21 his son was born, and he escaped.

Jungkook rubs your shoulders as you cry and cry, and your noises are so hard to hear because he feels so murderous right now. “Y-Yn if I could kill your father and your boyfriend, I would.. if you don’t mind me asking, which one of your parents are alive and where is your sister? And when was the last time you saw your ex?”

He might’ve just said something about killing your father right in front of you, but you have to understand where he is coming from, and he would do it in a heartbeat

They have hurt you so much

“I..I just want you to allow yourself to love and I want to love you I want to worship the ground you walk on and I think I already do that because I just can’t”

“you are just too easy to love yn.” Finally confesses, and he says it in such a tender tone.

“and you know why I’m in such a hurry to be with you? Because I’m scared that someone else will also fall in love with you and take you away…. So please, can you just give me one chance to prove myself?”

He has opened his heart to you, and he’s willing to kiss all of your scars away if you will let him.

And maybe you can heal his remaining scars too.. there are still a few things that you don’t know about his relationship with Nara… but he’ll tell you those some other day.

She’s a person who treated him like her most prized possession rather than a person, that’s why, even though he’s so obsessed with you, he doesn’t have it in himself to force you to love him.

Because he knows how that feels

“Yn… can you please eat? Can I feed you? I…I think that I just fell in love with you even more.”

He hopes that you’ll see the sincerity in his eyes this time, because he feels so happy that you opened up to him, and he swears to God that he will protect you forever from those who have hurt you.

And he will hurt them back in the worst way possible.

#ask: mi!jk #tw physical abuse #tw cigarette burns #oh I feel so bad for her…. They both need to heal each other…. mi koo needs her so badly.#And I hope she will understand him as well. He’s kind of a mystery himself and his baggage is just quite a lot.

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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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So I went to the aquarium with my male compatriot (XD) today and I started thinking about the Dad Batch, I’ve mentioned before how Tech in particular would love taking his babies to the aquarium and spending hours there and I have a few more thoughts excuse me.

Hunter: Mans is lugging a half dozen Huntlings in this cart/stroller thingy they rented there at the facility that costed an arm and a leg. And he is ready to get the heck out of there. All the people and the smells and the hot lights and his fussy babies; they make the rounds in 30 minutes or less. May or may not stop by the gift shop depending on how exhausted everybody is. May just have one of the Uncles pick the girls up something and he’ll Space Venmo them back. ‘Nuff said.

Wrecker: Loves the aquarium as much as his kiddos!!! He is such a fun dad!! Will sit them up on his shoulders so that they can see everything better and also when they are tired of walking. He doesn’t need to rent one of those strollers! Also, detour to the gift shop is a must!! They’re definitely picking out the cutest plushies. And of course getting snacks there at the little cafe is to be expected. <3

Tech: This brainy pops is reading every single fun fact there is, reading it aloud to his babies whether they understand it or not. He is taking the time to explain everything, taking many photos and saving all of the information on each species to later upload to his database. He very much looks forward to the trip because of how educational and how engaging it all is. Tech would critique the plushies at the gift shop, stating how they are not accurate to the species it is based off of or this one’s missing a certain stripe, etc etc. More than likely he will steer his children in the direction of the aquatic books on hand. And maybe grab a ball cap for himself.

Crosshair: Carries little Asher around on his shoulders as they quietly move from exhibit to exhibit. Asher is quietly marveling at all the wonders around him. Doesn’t miss a beat. Crosshair is relishing in his son’s wonder. It’s a relatively silent experience. Occasionally Crosshair will point something out to Asher, murmuring, “Look Ash, a cowfish.” and smile to himself when Asher makes a little sound of delight from above. Of course they pick a little something up from the gift shop. Probably a cute t-shirt for the little man, or maybe a space jellyfish lava lamp. <3

You know how I always say Crosshair watches his child(ren) like a hawk right well there is one (1) instance where Asher ventured off at the aquarium and it gave Crosshair a real scare. He felt really bad and was pretty sullen for the rest of the day because he felt like he didn’t do his job. He never told Dee this.

Of course the Ramser’ika was perfectly okay when Crosshair found him, staring up wide-eyed at the gigantic dome shark tank. He didn’t do it to be defiant, he’s just such a curious (and stealthy <3) kiddo and will sidle off if given the chance. But he never gets into any trouble. Still though, Crosshair was shaken.

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marypsue · 1 year

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In honour of Sneak Peek Sunday and also me remembering how much I love season one, have a dose of Stranger Things ageswap AU.

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Jonathan’s phone is destroyed.

“It looks like – like lightning hit this,” Nancy says, turning the blackened receiver over and over in her hands.

Jonathan shrugs, looking out through the dining room window to the clear blue sky beyond. “I don’t know what happened, and honestly, I don’t really care. It was Joyce on the other end.”

Nancy nods, slowly, settling the receiver back in the cradle. “And what did she say?”

“Nothing. At first. The line was bad, there was just this…roaring.” Jonathan gives himself a little shake. “Then I heard her say, ‘Dad!’, and then -” He finishes his sentence with a wave towards the ruined phone. “Can’t you – trace the call, or something? Find out where it came from?”

It pains Nancy to have to shake her head no. “Sorry. Not now. Was there anything you can remember hearing in the background that might give us a clue where she is? Barking dogs, traffic or construction sounds, machinery -”

“Maybe that,” Jonathan interrupts. “Like I said, the line was bad, but – right at the end, there was this weird, squealing, growling kind of sound. Kind of like metal on metal – part of it, anyway. Right before the handset blew.”

It’s not a lot to go on, but at least it’s something distinctive. “Would you know it if you heard it again?” Nancy asks, pulling her notebook from her belt and jotting it down.

“Definitely. It wasn’t like anything else I’ve ever heard.”

Nancy nods. “And Joyce? What did she sound like? Tired, out of breath, muffled…?”

Jonathan thinks, for a beat, before he says, “Scared. Really, really scared.”

Nancy looks up from her pad, biting her lip. Jonathan’s not looking at her. He’s glowering at the wall beside the phone. At first, Nancy thinks he might be about to punch it. Then she realises his eyes are shining.

“This town is a curse,” Jonathan says, short and sharp and bitter, still not looking at Nancy. “We never should have come back here.”

Nancy opens her mouth. She’s not sure what she’s going to say, what she can say, but she knows she can’t just say nothing.

Thankfully, she’s saved from having to come up with something when the overhead light suddenly flickers. It burns on with an angry buzz, brightens and dims a few times, then goes dark again. A second later, a lamp in the living room pops on, and repeats the same routine.

“Ignore it,” Jonathan says, watching where Nancy’s looking. “It did that just before the phone blew, too. Shoddy wiring. This house is getting older, and I don’t think it was all that well built to begin with -”

“Jonathan,” Nancy says, holding up a hand to cut his explanation short, not taking her eyes off the lamp in the living room, “have you had anybody out here to look at this?”

“What?”

“The wiring. Have you had an electrician come out to look at the wiring recently? Or somebody from the power company, to check the lines?”

Jonathan shakes his head, frowning in confusion, and the idea taking shape in the back of Nancy’s head crumbles again. “What? No, no, there’s no m- I hadn’t really even noticed it before, but since – now that I’m home so much more – why?”

“Nothing.” Nancy gnaws on her lower lip, studying the lamp, but it doesn’t do anything special. “Just – a hunch.”

Jonathan walks her to the door, and steps out on the porch with her. Nancy feels like he’s waiting for her to say something, but she doesn’t know what.

“I’ll let you know if we find anything out,” she tries, at last, lamely. “I’ve got a couple of leads I’m following up – like I said. When I know something -”

“I’ll know,” Jonathan finishes for her, with a nod and a sigh.

Nancy nods, too, and shoots him a smile, hoping she doesn’t look too relieved. She starts to turn, but pauses.

She doesn’t let herself stop and think before opening her mouth. “You know, what you said about this town being a curse. I was…surprised that you ended up back here. I always thought you were headed for better things.”

Jonathan’s smile is wry, and for a second, he’s almost like the Jonathan she remembers. “Yeah, well, so did I.” He glances back over his shoulder once, back into the house, before he says, sounding a little more subdued, “But some things are more important.”

He doesn’t have to explain. Nancy knows exactly what he means.

“I’m going to find her, Jonathan,” she says. It’s not exactly a promise. Nancy knows better, these days, than to go making promises she might not be able to keep.

But she says it, and she means it.

She doesn’t wait around for Jonathan to make some snide comment about it, turning and stepping down off the porch, starting to make her way towards her truck. But Jonathan’s voice stops her. “Nancy?”

Nancy looks back over her shoulder. Jonathan’s grimacing at his shoes. “Thanks. For taking this seriously.”

Nancy puts on a big grin. “That’s my job.”

That grin fades quickly off her face at the look Jonathan gives her. It seems to be looking right through her fake smile, and for a second she feels uncomfortably exposed. “I know. But – thanks.”

Nancy nods, and Jonathan nods back. And that seems to be all. He shoots her one last look before shuffling inside and shutting the front door behind him.

Nancy starts down the driveway, and pauses. She’d noticed the white panel van parked in the Byers’ scrubby gravel drive when she’d pulled in, the white panel van with the words Hawkins Power & Light printed on the side. She just hadn’t put two and two together.

The man in the harness and blue coveralls up the telephone pole beside the van raises a hand in a wave to Nancy as she crosses the drive to her truck. Nancy waves back, and then reverses course to walk over to the van, shading her eyes with one hand so she can look up at the man on the pole. “Hey. Can you tell what happened to that phone in there?”

The man on the pole blinks down at her. He’s heavyset, dark-haired, with a thick moustache. Nancy doesn’t recognise him, which, in a town the size of Hawkins, is a little unusual. “Looks like a power surge. Line’s damaged. I’d say lightning strike, but…” He gestures at the clear sky overhead. “Guess that’s where they get the saying ‘bolt from the blue’.”

“Guess so,” Nancy agrees. “Thanks.”

The moustache and the angle makes it hard to tell, but she thinks the man up the pole is smiling. “Anytime.”

Nancy smiles back, and gives him a wave as she crunches back over to her truck.

And makes a careful mental note of the van’s license plate number as she pulls out of Jonathan’s drive.

#stranger things #stranger things ageswap au tag #this is mary's fic tag

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rosenallies · 1 year

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maybe 8 or 16 for one of the rosenali aus? perhaps the preachers son au it’s one of my favorites and i miss it 🙂

8. “Put the homework away and go to bed. You look exhausted.”

16. “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

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“Nali? What are you still doing up? Don’t you have class in the morning?” Rosé asked as he walked through the door, half past 1 in the morning. Usually by the time he got in from shows, Denali was fast asleep but tonight Rosé found him awake crouched over an open textbook in the corner of their little studio apartment.

Denali didn’t look up, no inkling that he had noticed Rosé’s presence. Rosé walked up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Babe?”

Startled, Denali jumped, taking his earbuds out and turning around, his expression softening when he realized it was only Rosé. “Hey, how was your show?”

Taking in his appearance, Rosé tutted softly. “It was fine. But honey, let’s put the homework away and go to bed. You look exhausted.”

Denali rubbed at his eyes sleepily, fighting off a yawn. “I’m ok. I’ll use the book light instead of the lamp if you’re ready for bed though. I just want to finish this chapter.”

“Please? You know I can’t sleep without you in bed.”

Sighing, Denali closed his book, exhaustion in his bones as he stretched. “Fine, but only for you.”

“Come on, get your cute butt in bed,” Rosé chuckled, pressing a kiss to Denali’s cheek and leading him to bed with a hand on the small of his back.

“I’ve got a cute butt, hmm?” Denali teased playfully, wiggling against Rosé as they got in bed.

Rosé rolled his eyes affectionately. “Duh, but go to sleep, I’m exhausted and I know you must be.”

They made themselves comfortable, Rosé with an arm wrapped protectively around Denali’s waist, his head tucked underneath his chin. Rosé stayed awake, listening to the sound of Denali’s breathing. He almost never went to sleep right away when getting home from a show, but as soon as he saw Denali and his bloodshot eyes, he knew he needed help getting some sleep. Finals were coming up for him in a couple weeks and stressful situations were never kind to Denali. Everytime stress in his life spiked, old feelings of anxiety came back manifesting in more frequent nightmares.

Rosé waited for Denali’s breath to even out signalling that he was asleep, but it never came. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m just, having a hard time sleeping I guess.”

From the sound of his voice and the look on his face, Denali should be moments away from dropping off into sleep but it looked like he was trying to keep himself awake.

“Are you afraid of falling asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

Denali flushed with embarrassment, hiding his face away in Rosé’s chest. “No,” he lied.

“I know you’re stressed, baby, but you need to sleep. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen, I promise.”

Tears gathered in Denali’s eyes. “I know but I’m scared. Last night I-I dreamt my dad found us and he made me go back home and I can’t, Rosie, I can’t do that.”

“Baby, you had a nightmare last night? I knew about the one before but two nights in a row? No wonder you don’t want to sleep. How come you didn’t wake me?”

Denali shrugged. “I didn’t want to, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing that upsets you is ever stupid,” Rosé soothed, stroking Denali’s dark hair. “You’re a grown up now, baby, even if your family did find out where we are, there’s nothing that can make you go back to them.”

“It’s just scary, I can’t imagine being back there,” he said softly.

Rosé tightened his grip around Denali’s waist, snuggling close as possible. “Well, anyone who tries to take you from me is gonna have to pry you away from me.”

Denali giggled, fighting back another yawn and groaning.

“Seriously, baby, I’ve got you. You can sleep, I’m not gonna let anything happen.”

“Promise?”

Rosé knew he couldn’t promise much but protecting Denali was a promise he’d never break. “I promise. You’re safe with me.”

Denali sighed, more contently this time. “Okay.”

“Get some sleep, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you for protecting me.”

“Always,” he promised, kissing Denali’s forehead as he fell asleep.

#I’m sleepy I’m sorry if this is Bad <3 I’m like falling asleep typing on my phone #oh wel #preachers son au #prompt request

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