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taylormarieee · 8 months

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~She looks like lust and smells like desire~ ft. Daryl Dixon

Summary: You come to deanna's party dressed all hot and sexy for your two favourite boys knowing exactly how the nights gonna end.

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Pure filthy smut

Pairing: Rick X fem!reader X Daryl

Warnings: Threesome, PiV sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral(F&M), Daryl and Rick do not kiss or do anything of the sort they just please the reader, Dom/Sub dynamic, Pussy drunk Rick, Cock drunk reader, Reader rides Daryl's face, Cream-pie, Breeding kinks, Mentions of alcohol, Doggy style, Just pure and filthy smut! Enjoy!

You and the group were a little bit skeptical of Deanna and her ways, especially Rick and Daryl considering they don't trust so easily. Rosita and Carol had there suspicions but decided to brush it off for the good of the group.

For the most part everyone was happy. No problems yet at least.

Deanna says she's throwing a little welcome party for you guys. Typical. Of course she would throw a party like it's the real world again, like we're friends. But, you went on a run with Rosita and found this gorgeous black dress that fits your curves just right.

It was sure to be the dress to make everyone swoon and drool over you. Plus you wanted to have fun and feel pretty. You haven't felt much like that in a long time. So you slip on your dress put on these pretty black stilettos you found as well.

You make your way down the stairs and is met with rosita.

"Girl you took like two hours! What were you doing?" She says with a slight chuckle. "One, I did not take two hours Perra! And Two I was making sure I look good. Haven't felt like this in a while. Feels like prom all over again." You say sadly looking down at your dress.

"Its ok girlie, let's go shall we!?" She says with a smile holding out her arm for you to take. You gladly take her arm and walk out the door.

You both arrive at deanna's house together and knock on the door. There's music playing but someone heard the door. Glenn.

"Hey guys! You guys look great come in!" He says smiling. "Thank you Glennie boy!" You say hugging him.

"Stop! You've been calling me that since the farm!" He says chuckling. You and Glenn have known eachother since Atlanta, you guys were the closest.

You two were like brother and sister. You guys never left one anothers side. You ofcourse was like his little wingman when he met Maggie.

He was so shy but you helped him anyway. You walk through the crowd losing Rosita to Abraham. You make your way to where the drinks are and you see Carl. You wave at him and he walks over.

"Hey! I see you got all dressed up!" He says smiling while hugging you.

"Yea I did! Haven't felt like this since before the end of the world came you know? So I thought when I heard party why not dress up!?" You say hugging him back.

You see Enid walk by and that's when Carl says, "Uh I gotta go see you at home?" He asks. "Go get her Carl! I will see you at home!" I say smiling. He chuckles and puts his head down before walking the way Enid went.

You feel a pair of eyes on you but you don't know who's watching you. You look around getting that feeling of chills on you body only to see Rick Grimes staring at you while seductively taking a sip of what looks like whiskey, could be bourbon but you don't really care.

You smile and you do a cute little wave at him and he smiles back. He turns away to talk to Deanna again.

Yet, you still felt a pair of eyes on you and to your surprise, it was your favourite Archer. Daryl Dixon.

You and Daryl were close but not as close as he was with Carol. Him and Rick were still your boys though.

Following you everywhere to make sure no guy in Alexandria tried anything.

The possessiveness and need to protect you was cute. But you always thought they should know by now that half of Alexandria either hates us for being here or is scared shitless of us. Plus you could take care of yourself.

You always thought Daryl had a crush on Carol and always tried to set them up together. Like going on runs.

You would always partner up with Carl, Tara, or Rosita first so that Daryl wouldn't choose you and end up being with Carol instead so they could get some alone time.

What you didn't realize is that Daryl actually had a crush on you. But you were always so oblivious that him and Carol were a thing or could be a thing at least.

Maybe part of it was his fault for always being around Carol but he only had eyes for you.

And so did Officer friendly. But you always had a crush on Rick. He was a very attractive man, so who wouldn't.

There were always glances that lasted to long or touches that lingered longer than they should have. So you decide to walk over to him.

You almost make it to him except your stopped by deanna's son Spencer.

"Hey, You look nice tonight. Care to join me for a drink?" He asks with a smile. You being the nice person you are didn't deny a nice drink.

Sure I'd love to. Do you have whiskey though? I'm a whiskey girl!" You ask him. He chuckles and looks at you.

"What!?" You say laughing and smiling.

"You have this energy about yourself. Your fun and happy! Butt yea we've got whiskey!" He says holding out his hand, "Shall we?" He asks smiling.

Ha! We shall my knight in shining armour!" You say laughing. Rick and Daryl stood next to each other and they both saw this interaction and boy were they pissed.

They both knew that Spencer was only trying to get in your pants but you were of course to oblivious to notice that.

You were always so sweet and innocent and that's what made Rick and Daryl so obsessed with you. They wanted you all for themselves.

Daryl hated sharing and Rick was just so obsessed with you. Together they were the most toxic duo. And they were planning on taking down their prey. You. There one and only.

After some drinks later you two get more comfortable with each other. Joking around, Laughing, even some friendly touches were made.

Daryl and Rick didn't like this at all but Spencer wasn't exactly doing anything inappropriate with you so all they could do was sit back and watch the painful show in front of them.

"You really funny! How come we weren't friends sooner?" You say chuckling. You pat his shoulder and he chuckles.

"I honestly have no Idea. I don't really like Rick or Daryl and i don't know, maybe its affected the way I look at the rest of the group." Spencer says twirling his drink in his hand.

"Speaking of them, I can feel there eyes on you all night. You must be extremely special." He says smirking and nodding his head in their direction.

As soon as you look over there you are instantly met with their death stares watching the entire interaction. Heat rises to your face and ears as you look back at Spencer.

"Look Spence, I am so sorry but i should probably go. See you around sometime?" You ask pointing your finger out to him as you ask slowly walking away.

He smiles at the nickname and nods, "See you around sometime Aphrodite!" He says laughing and holding his drink up. You laugh and walk away.

The boys look defeated. Maybe Spencer really was just trying to be your friend. They hadn't seen him do anything really. He joked with you and touched you appropriately, in friendly ways. Who were they to take away a friend from you.

"Seriously guys? You scared my friend away!" You say with the pout of your lips. It's taking everything in them not to take you right here right now. Daryl just grunts and takes a sip of his drink while Rick just stares at you.

"Hello? Earth to Rick!?" You say waving your hand in his face. "I heard you, sweetheart. We're sorry. Right, Daryl?" Rick says not looking up from your body in that tight dress as he nudges Daryl's arm.

Daryl grunts and lowly says, "Yea." While looking at your eyes. "What'd ya wear that thing for anyway?" He adds.

"What this? Oh! I wanted to feel girly again! Did you know Spencer called me Aphrodite!? That was so nice of him but I just think he-" You state before being interrupted.

"I don't care what he said sweetheart, I asked you what did you wear that tight thing for?" Rick asks, his blue irises finally enchanting you. fuck.

Whenever Rick looked at you, you couldn't speak. No matter how hard you tried to think of a coherent sentence, word, or anything, it never came out. Damn you Rick!

You stutter trying to answer his question and Daryl scoffs clearly jealous at how you instantly get all shy around Rick.

"I-I wore it for you guys. Thought you guys would like it because your opinions matter to me." You say heat rushing to you face in embarrassment.

They look at each other and smirk. "Well Sunshine, yer lookin good if ya ask me." Daryl says with a smirk, winking at you.

You giggle and smile at him. You then look to Rick for his opinion on your dress.

"Darlin, you are gonna make me act up tonight. That dress looks amazing on you but trust me sweetheart it would look better on my bedroom floor." Rick says biting his lip looking you up and down.

You squeeze your legs together and bite your lip looking up at them with big doe, glossy, innocent, eyes.

Daryl mutters a 'fuck' under his breath and grabs your waist pulling you close to the both of them. "Damn doll ya really know how to push our buttons." Daryl says.

"Your lookin like lust on a plate sweetheart." Rick says biting his lip again.

"Well if you guys like it then it was all worth it!" You say twirling around and smiling. They both glance at you ass and admire you.

"It was definitely worth it sweetheart." Rick says biting his lip again. "C'mon, let's take ya home and show ya how good ya look." Daryl says smirking and grabbing your hand while Rick grabs your waist.

After about a 5 minute walk, you guys arrive at the shared house. You walk up the steps to open the door with Rick and Daryl behind you.

You guys walk in the house and Daryl is just itching to get his hands on your pretty little body. "Why are we here guys? Did I do something wrong?" you ask confused as to why they brought you here.

"Nah sunshine, you ain't do nun wrong," Daryl says getting closer to you. "Were here to show ya how special you are." Daryl adds.

Your eyes light up and your face contorts into a small little smirk. "Oh, I see. Well, boys don't just stand there," You say seductively "Fuck me."

Both boys are immediately on you growling in your ear and both trying to tear that dress off you.

They both successfully take your dress off and bring you toward the pull-out couch. Rick between your legs and Daryl in front of your face.

"Get on your knees, sweetheart." Rick orders sternly. And you obey him getting on your hands and knees while lustfully staring at Daryl. Daryl slowly unbuckles his belt and takes it off.

Rick unbuttons his pants and drops both his pants and boxers revealing his beautiful 9-inch aching cock, awaiting to be inside you. Daryl reveals his hard, 8-inch cock with protruding veins and already leaking pre-cum.

"God, ya look so pretty from this angle sunshine," Daryl whispers. The throbbing between your legs is unbearable and makes you extremely dizzy. You close your legs together to feel a tiny release only for Rick to yank your legs open.

"Nuh uh sweetheart, keep those prey little legs open f'me ok?" He whispers in your ear, his body flush with yours. You nod feeling his cock on your ass.

"Please... I wanna feel you, both of you. Please fuck me." You whine feeling helpless.

Daryl and Rick share a look before nodding at each other. Daryl looks back down at you and grabs your jaw forcing you to look up at him as he bends down to look at you.

"Beg for it, then maybe you'll get it. You've been a bad girl sunshine." He says in a singsongy voice.

"Please Daryl, please. I'll be a good girl for you, for both of you! Please R-Rick Please Daryl, I beg of you fill me up please!" You beg, pleading eyes staring into Daryl's lust-filled ones.

Rick nods his head of approval a Daryl and Daryl lets you go. "Alright sunshine, get ready."

"You asked for it sweetheart," Rick says grabbing your hips to push your ass against him. You whimper at the feeling.

"Open yer mouth sunshine." Daryl says.

You open your mouth and wait. Rick lines himself up with your entrance and at the same time, they shove their cocks into your holes.

Both thrusting at rough, fast paces. Nothing but skin slapping against skin and slobbering gagging noises filled the silent room. Your cries muffled by Daryl's cock shoved down your throat.

Your throat contracts in a way that has Daryl groaning loudly, "Oh fuck sunshine." He pulls your hair into a ponytail and starts fucking your face harder.

Rick plunges his cock deep inside you, it feels like he's hitting your cervix. His thrusts are rough and deep. You feel him all inside you. You feel his cock twitching, it feels so good you feel like you can feel his veins.

Both of them fucking you just right you feel euphoric. This feeling is better than anything you've ever felt before. Blood rushing through you, it feels amazing.

Your heart rate pumping faster than ever. Daryl pulls out to give you a chance to breathe and catch your breath but Rick's pace doesn't slow down.

You moan out as your body jerks from his rough thrusts. Daryl looks at your puffy lips and fucked out state. You feel your orgasm approaching and Rick's cock twitches inside you.

You both moan out loudly at the same time. Your body starts convulsing and shaking as you squirt all over the place. Your orgasm hits you so hard your eyes cross.

Rick shoots his warm cum inside you. The feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to have you cumming again. Daryl is jerking himself off at the sight.

"Where do ya want it sunshine?" He aska. "M-My mouth." You open your mouth for him and wrap your lips around his cock. Lips warm like a blanket.

He groans and shoots his cum straight down your throat. He gives one last final thrust before he pulls out. You stick your tongue out and show him the cum sitting on your tongue and you let it drip between your breasts before swallowing the rest.

You maintain eye contact through it all. Rick doesn't pull out yet, still breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He starts thrusting again, "Wanna breed you so badly, wanna cum inside your pretty tight pussy again, want you to have my babies." He says.

You cry out at the overstimulation. And try your best to push him off you. Eventually, Daryl tells him to calm down but he just keeps mumbling at how good your pussy feels and how well you take him. Rick is so drunk off your pussy that it's like a drug. He wants more of it. More of you.

He pulls out though and falls onto his back. "Well, how good is tha pussy? I wanna try." He says with a smirk on his face.

Your body is limp but you still have some strength left. You get off your hands and lean back on your feet. Daryl picks. you up and lays. back and rests you on his stomach. Involuntarily, you grind on his stomach. You whimper and put your hands on his chest.

He lifts your hips closer to his face, "Want ya to ride my face, okay? Take it easy, wanna taste ya." Daryl says. You nod and he smiles. He lifts your body and slowly lowers you on his face, intoxicated by your smell he flattens his tongue against your slit.

You gasp and grab his hair. He starts lapping at your clit, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans into you and you groan feeling the vibrations.

Your moans start to get louder as he starts to prod and poke at your entrance. Haps up whatever he can, all of your juices flowing from your wet pussy. He loves how you taste and how you smell. You taste sweet like candy and fruity like strawberries. And you smell like peaches and whiskey.

God, you drove him crazy. You drove him absolutely crazy. He was so feral for you.

The things you do, the clothes you wear, how hot you are, how brave you are.

All those things always shot a spark down to his crotch every time. It drove him crazy.

Your pretty little noises grew louder and the pattern was all over the place. He could tell you were about to cum again. He continued to fuck you with. his tongue and lap up your juices.

You let out a long drawled fuck, with a cry of his name while you came all over his face. You rode and grinded on his face trying to ride out your high.

You scooted down from his face to his thighs and fell on top of him. He rested you on the couch and got up. He offered Rick a hand as he was clearly still fucked out.

Rick carried you up the stairs bridal style while Daryl got you a warm, wet rag to clean you off. The smell of sex, cum, and sweat lingering on your pretty body.

They wiped themselves off and got in bed with you. They sandwiched you in between them and kissed you goodnight.

A/N: Whewwww! That was hot! Personally, I enjoyed writing this one. It took me a while but I did it! I hope all enjoyed it! The longest fic I've written so far.

Taglist: @murdadixon @catt-leya @carlsdarling @carlgrimesenthusiast. @rickswh0r3 @sickyrat @sinsandsweetness @the-dixon-effect @number1gal @daryldixmedown @darylscvmdumpster @loveforcarl

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the-dixon-effect · 8 months

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Just a Girl

requested by: @dixonsgirl93 which you can find here -> masterlist

A/N: thank you so much for the request my love!! i love this concept so much that it had me up at 4am writing it after recovering from a long-haul flight, so so sorry that this took so long for a little drabble xx

It was too tempting.

Not after years of stumbling around in dirty rags and a single pair of worn combat boots. Not after fighting for your life every single day, were you going to pass this up. Today, you were safe. And right in front of you, in this completely empty mall, were a pair of pristine black stilettos.

You held one in each hand as you admired them, a treasure of a world lost in time. You felt like a different person just clutching them.

"Hey, Maggie!" you are unable to control the wide smile cast across your lips. "Look what I found!" the girl glanced in your direction from the entrance of the store, scoffing at your excitement.

"Whatcha gonna do with those?" she asked, chuckling, as she jogged up to the display table coated in a thick layer of dust.

"I don't know. Walk around. Dance. Put 'em on a table and forbid anyone from touching them," you said quietly, smiling as you palmed at the crisp black leather. "They could be a symbol. Y'know, Lord of the Flies style," you joked, meeting the farmgirl's eyes. Strangely enough, the ghost of a boutique was relatively empty apart from these shoes, a few scraps of useless clothes scattered around and many plastic hangers adorning the white-tiled floor.

"Alright, fine. But ya' have to bring that little black dress back, too," she teased, in that familiar Southern drawl. Pointing to a rack of clothes on the other side of the store, you spotted a lone black dress threatening to fall off the flimsy hanger. It was no surprise that when the remaining survivors came through these parts, rummaging through stores and kitchens and bunkers, a pair of high heels and a mini dress didn't make the cut for the survivalist supply list. It had been a couple years by now, and indeed no one back at the prison would care if you indulged in a bit of fun. Besides, you're just a girl. And a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get by.

Most evenings were spent in the foyer swapping stories and enjoying the ever-expanding group's company, now that everyone was feeling more comfortable in the prison. Daryl was perched on the second step of the cool, steel staircase fletching some bolts for his crossbow, after the fairly uneventful run earlier. One thought did linger in his mind, however - as he tuned out to the rest of the conversations engaging in his midst. You had briefly shown him what you managed to pick up back at the abandoned mall, some scraps of food, some comics for Carl, and... what could only be described as an image from one of his wildest dreams. Or worst nightmares. What the hell would he do with himself if you suddenly appeared in that dress? And those heels? Probably run, and hide someplace where nobody would notice his reaction. And just when he was imagining what you would look like in that outfit from earlier, he heard a voice call out from upstairs.

"Hershel! You better believe these things are harder to walk in than a peg leg!"

The foyer erupted in chuckles as conversations ceased while everybody looked up at you on the balcony, held up firmly by Maggie who couldn't control her laughter either.

"Come on down, Y/N. Betcha can't do it!" the grey-haired man exclaimed as the rest of the group watched you stumble to the top of the staircase.

Oh God. She's so popular. And beautiful - were the thoughts swirling around in Daryl's head as he turned a swift 180 and looked up at your perfect figure. You looked so pretty when you laughed like that; a face that lit up the room - lit up this rotten world - when the sweet sound that even a siren couldn't mimic echoed over the walls of the dismal building. And that outfit; the smooth black dress that clung to your thighs so perfectly with a neckline that revealed just enough to make him go insane. Those heels. Daryl always had a thing for girls with nice legs, but he was always too embarrassed to mention it. It may have slipped out in front of his older brother once upon a time, and for the years to come he never shut up about it. Humiliating Daryl whenever a gorgeous girl like you walked past. Daryl never denied it, though, that you and that perfect body of yours were gonna be the death of him someday. And that felt like right now.

"Maggie, don't you dare let that girl fall!" Michonne shouted, laughing as she kicked her feet up on the cafeteria table and leaned back.

"Daryl, I swear to God, if you don't catch me I'll kill you," you began, addressing the archer that was gawking up at you, the one slightly obstructing your wobbly path down the staircase. Everybody in that cell block watched the poor man snap out of his daydreams as he shot up and grabbed your hand as your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. Maggie let go of her tight grip on your shoulders and erupted into giggles, as though she were playing Cupid.

"Thank you, Daryl," you said sweetly, not realising that Daryl is physically suffocating as you clutched Daryl's calloused palm. You took the opportunity to steady yourself on both feet and do a little twirl, lifting Daryl's arm up over your head as you spun around as gracefully as you could manage. A couple of cheers escaped from your audience, making you smile deeply. You hadn't felt this pretty in a long time.

"Whatcha doin' playin' dress-up anyway?" Daryl drawled, quietly.

"Well, I'm just a girl."

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vidavalor · 5 months

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Ok but...

Crowley channeling his 1967/inner secret agent for this whole turtleneck look for the scene with Mr. Brown in The Dirty Donkey when tied to Aziraphale losing his damn mind and re-costuming everybody during The Ball is cracking me up.

To unnecessarily jog your memory lol, here's Crowley looking like a whole snack in the pub:

Turtleneck and the vest under the blazer, right? And here's Mr. Brown in the same scene, during which he was refusing to take Aziraphale's every damn hint of disinterest:

Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets is wearing-- *in theory* lol-- the same set of clothes as Crowley, furthering the comparison between them. He's wearing a shirt, a tie, a vest, and a jacket over pants. It's just that he's wearing a far less sexy version of what Crowley has on and the shirt is a different kind. Mr. Brown has on a burnt orange shirt that would look far better with a brown suit than the black he has on and a truly garish tie. (So, we're saying Mr. Brown's look-- and the life it suggests-- would improve if he'd just own his brown-ness instead of trying to wear too much black aka to try to take over Crowley's role in Aziraphale's life.) His blazer is black and brown and doesn't fit him well and doesn't really work with his vest, which is brown. When Crowley snaps Mr. Brown back after The Ball and puts him into line for coffee at Nina's, he is wearing this same outfit, implying that he probably wore this to the Whickber Street meeting. This means that the outfit Mr. Brown has on during The Ball is the one Aziraphale made for him.

Without diving into exactly how horrifying a thing it is that Aziraphale is exerting this much control over the neighbors at The Ball here, we know that the idea is that Aziraphale was changing clothes of people at The Ball to reflect what he thought they should be wearing. Maggie got that beautiful blue silk blouse, reflecting how Aziraphale thought she should vary her record shop wardrobe a bit to catch Nina's eye. Mrs. Sandwich got a whole glow up from her tracksuit into the fabulous madam that she is. Jim... yeah, that's another meta lol. Crowley's only wardrobe change is one that happens prior to The Ball and that he made himself and has been wearing for most of the afternoon already. He is wearing a collarless black dress shirt with a few buttons undone, dressing up a little for his husband's work party thing.

Crowley, as we all know, was exempted from Aziraphale's Jane Austen influence and that's because a) Aziraphale seems to understand the concept of consent when it comes to his partner at least here and doesn't ever try to influence him but also b) Aziraphale thinks Crowley is perfect as he is. Aziraphale's assessment of Crowley's whole situation here is 10/10 no notes hey baby you wanna dance?

So it's then even funnier when Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets gets Queer Angel Eye for the Schulbby Human Guy-d into a late 1960s-inspired outfit with a turtleneck and a fitted blazer that coordinates with his vest and so does what the whole vest-blazer situation is supposed to do for his body and that whole godawful tie is just gone and the burnt orange blended into his jacket. He looks much better-- I won't disagree with Aziraphale here lol-- but he does because Aziraphale just literally dressed him up in a brown & brown plaid version of Crowley's look in the pub scene when Mr. Brown couldn't take the hints Aziraphale was hurling at him that he's not interested and that Crowley is his partner. Mr. Brown is no longer wearing a shred of black-- just different shades of brown lol. The black is the sex that is Crowley while the brown is, well, the Mr. Brown that is of the Brown's World of Carpets.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #aziracrow #mr brown #of brown's world of carpets

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princessbrunette · 4 days

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Jj is “no pup it’s this way!” And guiding her softly

Maggie is no words and js roughly manhandles her to go to the right direction

i love the idea of maggie getting looped into pogue adventures and she’s so reluctant and hates every aspect of it so she’s just a big old grump the whole time.

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the three of you scour over a marketplace in charleston, having wound up there when john b had called. it was cutting into your special quality time with your boyfriend and girlfriend, so instead of jj leaving like he was so prone to doing, he decided the solution was to bring you both along for the ride. now, you were lost — and maggie felt like she was melting beneath the hot sun.

“well, uh — you’re hot because you decided to wear all black today and we are like, directly under the sun. maybe if you didn’t dress like freaking count dracula you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” jj rants smugly as he head swivels around, looking for anything familiar to help guide him.

“huh, predicament is a pretty big word for you jay. go ahead and spell that for me?” maggie is quick to quip, storming along a few paces behind him with her arms crossed over her chest. the blonde whips around to argue back, but his eyes fall behind her distractedly and he begins to look around, his expression flattening.

“uh… okay so…” he points guiltily. “may have… may have lost sight of pup.” he winces and maggie frowns before turning around, taking five seconds to scan the market before spotting the back of your head at a particular stall where you seem to be enthralled by glittery overpriced windchimes. they approach, watching you touch one and accidentally knock a few down in the process. jj whistles tunefully, hoping to acquire your attention but you ignore it purposely.

“this is pretty.” you tell the lady running the market. maggie looks at the blonde, and then at you before rolling her eyes.

“yeah, don’t think she picked up on the serenade— maybank.” she sarks before darting off and appearing at your side, gripping you by the waist and walking you away forcefully, being much stronger than you so you stumble a little. “quit running off and leaving me with jj. i have a headache.” she scolds and you frown, pouting a little but they can both tell you’re otherwise unbothered, still having a pep in your step.

“be nice.” you scold back and she squeezes your waist briefly before sending her to walk infront of you with a firm pat on the ass.

“well be good. sooner this is over the sooner we can leave.”

“aw mags, ain’t you a ray of sunshine.” jj appears at her side, going to wrap an arm around her shoulder but she shoves him away. “alrighty.” he accepts the rejection towards his friendly affection and stumbles away to your side instead, taking your hand. “shes kinda right though. gotta be good or i’mma really put you on a leash.” he jokes lightheartedly and you giggle, squirming as you walk due to his fingers tickling at your tummy.

maggie opens her mouth to make some kind of comment about how you’d probably like that, but her expression lights up in recognition instead, pointing ahead. “hey. there’s the meeting point john b sent us the location for.” and just like that, jj was back into mission mode.

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#anon #jj x reader x maggie #oc: maggie ♡#puppy!reader

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harlowcomehome · 6 months

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It’s not that serious! :

October fics!

Requested by @hoodharlow

The cries of your seven-month-old daughter filled the house as you and Jack tried to find the Halloween candy you had bought for this year.

Hazel was still far too young to go trick or treating so you and Jack opted for a quiet night at home.

“Is she hungry?” Jack was stressed, and the sounds of his daughter wailing were not helping.

“No, she’s just tired and needs a nap” you sighed, putting her into a baby carrier against your body before you helped Jack look for the candy.

“I think you took it to the studio? Didn’t you keep the boxes there?” You suddenly remembered and Jack nodded quickly shuffling to the studio to get them.

Hazel was dressed in a black onesie that had a cobweb design on it. Maggie had bought it for her as the words “my first Halloween” were stitched across it.

“I’m so excited, we better get a lot this year” Jack smiled as he struggled to balance the abundance of boxes he had in his hands.

“You decorated the outside of our house for hours, I’ll be so offended if nobody shows up” you teased.

“Me too!”

Jack had gone all out, hiring a team to decorate as well as helping them himself. He had seen videos online of people decorating the outsides of their houses with twelve-foot skeletons and had to get one immediately.

You bounced Hazel up and down until she started to fall asleep against your chest.

“Do you think the doorbell will bother her?” He was worried as she was going through a growth spurt and having a hard time staying asleep.

“I doubt it, I can put her in her bassinet and bring the baby monitor out here though” you smiled knowing how much tonight meant to Jack.

Jack walked over to you placing a kiss on your forehead and one on the top of Hazel's head before you walked to her room, placing her in the bassinet.

You heard the doorbell ring, rushing to the living room so you and Jack could greet the trick-or-treaters together.

You were met with a group of kids, there were four of them. Two were dressed in princess costumes, one was a ninja turtle and another was a zombie.

“I love your costume little man” Jack smiled at the ninja turtle.

“ Leonardo?” You questioned as the door shut.

“You remembered the blue one is Leonardo?” He clutched his chest dramatically making you giggle.

As the night went on, you and Jack had seen every costume imaginable, you felt like your eyes had begun to cross.

A child in a pirate costume came to the door alone, his mother waiting at the end of your driveway. You assumed he was Jack Sparrow, you’d seen that costume a few times tonight.

The first time he knocked on the door he had a hat on, the second time his eye patch covered his right eye.

“Am I crazy or did that kid already come by?” Jack asked as he shut the door.

You held back a laugh, truthfully you had noticed the same kid had come by twice but you doubted he’d have the audacity to do it a third time.

Jack shook his head, thinking maybe he was being dramatic but it wasn’t until the doorbell rang and he saw the same child in a pirate costume for the third time that he knew he wasn’t being dramatic.

When he opened the door, the kid smiled at him, his canine teeth both missing.

“Trick or treat!” His eye patch had moved eyes now.

“Didn't you already come by? Twice?” Jack furrowed his brow, picking the least favorite candy bar and putting it in his overflowing pumpkin pail.

“Nope,” the kid chuckled, turning his back to leave.

You were surprised that Jack asked that, nudging him with your elbow.

Jack didn’t acknowledge you but pulled his cell phone out immediately after the door shut. He was checking the cameras that sat facing the street.

The kid and his mom were now taking his pirate vest off, trying to change the outfit entirely.

“Hell no” Jack walked over to the porch light, immediately shutting it off.

“Jack, it’s not that serious!” You laughed knowing he was being drastic. You checked the baby monitor before turning your attention back to him.

“I’m not about to look like a clown, I didn’t dress up as one” his brow furrowed as he watched the mother and son walk back down the street through his camera.

“You knew when we handed out full-size candy bars that the kids would do that” you teased and he shook his head, clearly authentically bothered.

“Are you beefing with a child right now?” You giggled, not believing how serious he was actually taking it.

“Yes! That’s not cool!” He scoffed making you shake your head as he turned the porch light back on.

“He’s probably like eight!”

“But his moms like fourty-two, she’s trying to fight” he rolled his eyes before opening the door for a new batch of trick or treaters.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #Jack Harlow fan fic #hoodharlow #fic requests

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m0nsterqzzz · 2 months

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is it possible for a Carol Danvers x reader where Reader is a new caretaker of the baby flerkens/kittens and sometimes asks Carol tips since she looks after Goose while this is happening Kamala ships it and asks Kate to help her ship set sail and the two of them tries to be like spies like the Black Widow siblings but fails and in the end Carol has the guts to asks reader out but Kamala and Kate has to do training about stealth as punishment?

this is so cuteeee ahhh

love the flerkens with all my heart so i'm so excited to write this <3

it'll actually be the first carol oneshot i've posted!! (despite writing hundreds and hating all of them lol) so thank you for requesting bestie <3333

sorry it took so long but here you go :)

pairing: Carol Danvers x gn reader

summary: taking care of baby flerkens is scary. That's for sure. But would such a positive outcome of getting a date with a pretty superhero be enough to make you stay?

a/n: love the ask, hate my writing. just like always.

carol is wifey tho so we chill.

You wouldn’t exactly say your job is superhero important, but taking care of thirty kittens who can open up their mouths and swallow you whole at any second has its own set of risks.

It started with you going to visit the vet place you used to work at as a doctor before leaving to pursue other interests. You’re still close friends with the rest of the vet’s there, so you go and visit when you have time. While you were there, your friend Maggie had been telling you about some girl that came in with thirty cats, which surprisingly, has been seen before. That wasn't why this lady was remembered in the office so well. It was because the kittens kept eating workers, just to spit them back up perfectly fine- well maybe a little bit covered in saliva- about an hour later.

When Maggie described the woman, an older blonde woman that had manners, was accompanied by two young girls that wouldn't stop getting on her nerves, and had fists that glowed when one of the girls accidentally ate a dog treat that was shaped like a cupcake. The woman's name was Carol Danvers- a superhero you and millions of other people were familiar with- and her friends, Kamala Khan and Kate Bishop.

Fun day for the office, and you could only say you wish you’d been there to see it. The smirk on your friend's face was one you see quite often, one she only has when she’s planning something.

So that day, you left the vet building with a piece of paper in hand, one that had a messily scribbled out phone number. Carol’s number. She’s looking for someone to take care of the flerken kittens while she's at work, and she was so happy to hear back from someone that she hired you without even asking to see your credentials.

That's how you find yourself here, chasing around one of the kittens with a treat in hand. Kamala, the sweetest angel, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s in the wrong place. I.E, one of the kittens' stomachs. As Carol explained it, whatever goes in their mouths aren't technically in their stomachs, just in a pocket of time and space that starts in their stomachs. At least, that's what you thought she said. You were too busy watching the way her arm muscles flexed in the tank top she was wearing while she was hammering a nail to connect parts of the giant bed she’s building for the kittens.

Suddenly, as you get into the kitchen with the cat still several feet in front of you, somebody chuckles and leans down to catch the meowing animal before it can escape again. It’s Carol, dressed in her usual attire of slightly baggy jeans, an old band t-shirt and converse.

She holds the cat up but it’s armpits, facing him away from her and in the opposite direction of you before she says, “give her back.” That’s all it takes, and then the kitten opens it’s mouth and spits out Kamala.

You’re barely paying attention to the girl gasping for air on the floor though, instead you’re watching Carol's cute smile as she nuzzles the cat and then sets him back on the ground. “How’ you do that?” You start, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I’ve been trying to catch him for like an hour.”

“Yeah, that was a really long time!” Kamala chimes in, but neither you nor Carol are listening.

“I learned from Goose that if you show disappointment in your voice, they’ll let ‘em go. Weird, but effective.” The blonde says before she goes back to cooking. “I’m making lunch. You want some, honey?

You find yourself turning crimson at the nickname, about to say no thank you before suddenly Carol is speaking again, panic in her voice. “I mean do you want honey! In the tea! That I haven’t made yet. Not you honey! This honey!” She holds up a honey container shaped like a bear to prove her point.

Kamala smirks, awkwardly winking at Carol and mouthing the word, “Smooth!” before the superhero finally just shoves her out of the room.

You sigh, nodding your head before grabbing the baby flerken and making your way out of the room. It’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way and you shouldn’t be surprised. Why would a superhero like her fall for…you?

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Carol Danvers is madly in love with you.

You don’t know that, of course. But she is.

It’s why she’s here, panicking in the kitchen after accidentally calling you a nickname. Someone snickers behind her, and without missing a beat, she throws a rag towards Kamala’s head. “Shut up. That sucked! What is wrong with me? The blonde pleads, and Kamala’s eyes soften even though her tone is still teasing as she says in a sing-songy voice, “You like them.”

“No shit sherlock. Of course I like them. Have you seen their smile? And the little laugh they do whenever one of the flerkens eat something? Or-”

She’s cut off by Kate barling into the kitchen, Goose in her arms and training suit on. “What’s going on?”

“Carol’s telling us about her crush on the flerkins caretaker.”

“Ooooo! Are you gonna ask them out?”

“Can you two shut up?”

“No. I totally ship you guys!”

“Fine. How about this, if you don’t shut up and let me handle this, I’ll make you do 48 extra hours of training over the course of the next two weeks. That's almost two extra hours a day.”

They shut up.

It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out with you. That would be amazing. But she hasn’t had a relationship in years. Well, there was that little situationship with Valkyrie but we don’t talk about that!

Point is, she doesn’t know all the proper dating etiquette nowadays. Should she take you to dinner and a movie? Ask your kin if it’s okay? Recite poetry?

The two younger girls notice her spiral as she leaves the kitchen, making them feel sorry for their friend. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asks with a smile.

Kamala is silent for a minute before she says, “We should go to the store and get Goose to steal ice cream sandwiches for us because we’re poor?”

“Later. Right now, I think we need to help Carol get a date.”

“I don’t know about this Kate. It’s clear she doesn’t want our help.”

“Wow. Since when did Kamala Khan not want to meddle? It’s like your favorite activity.”

The young girl sighs, petting Goose before she says, “You’re right. Carol needs our help and it’s going to take serious meddling.”

So, with that idea in mind, they come up with a plan. As superheroes, their main job is keeping people out of danger. It’s what Carol also does on a daily basis. If they can put you in a dangerous situation, Carol can swoop in and save you.

It’s why they went to the store and got 2 pounds of butter, melting it over the stove before dumping it all over the living room floor.

Just because they’re superheroes doesn’t mean they’re smart.

Then, they hide behind the kitchen counter, heads peeking over the side that makes it obvious it’s them.

You open the front door, back from your lunch as you call out for the baby flerkens. You stop in your tracks when you see the butter, eyes darting around the house as you call out, “Carol?”

She comes running in, successfully slipping in the butter before you can catch her. Kamala and Kate gasp from their hiding spot, hiding their heads again when Carol narrows her eyes towards them.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” You say, but she just shakes her head with a grimace. “No. I’m fine. Go on. The kittens are in my room.” With a hesitant nod, you walk around the pool of butter with your crush smack dab in the middle of it, then into the hallway and towards her room.

Carol takes a deep breath while closing her eyes, deciding to lay in shame and butter. Kamala and Kate quietly get up from their hiding spot, taking her moment of silence to escape this situation. “Three hours of extra stealth training tomorrow. A punishment for this and because I don’t know how the hell you two become superheroes. And please….for the love of god….clean up the fucking butter.” The blonde mumbles with her eyes closed, the younger girls grabbing each other's arms as they hold in a groan and continue trying to sneak out despite the fact they’ve already been caught.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

After a quick trip to the grocery store for ice cream, Kamala and Kate spend all night watching movies, eating, and coming up with a new plan to make their ship sail.

Carols a good cook, having had to learn how when she got tired of eating packaged space food on her ship. You don't get home cooked meals a lot, so maybe they can invite you over for a dinner so that you and Carol can have more time to talk about things that aren't work related.

You easily accept their invitation with the idea that Carol knows you'll be there, so its a bit upsetting when you show up and she frowns in confusion. "Hey. Did you forget something?" Carol questions when she opens the front door to see you.

"Um....no. Kamala and Kate invited me for dinner? I figured you knew." You say with a frown of confusion, and she lets out an annoyed sigh that for a second your kinda scared is pointed towards you until she yells, "Kate! Kamala!

They jump up from behind the couch, the nervousness clear in their eyes. "Oh hey Carol. We were just hanging out."

"Behind the couch?"

"Yup. This is our....meeting spot. How'd you not know that?"

The blonde stares at them for a minute before she snickers. "That's another hour of stealth training. Leave the spy stuff to Yelena and Nat from now on girls." You’re still confused about what's happening, but in the end just decide to leave it be and come inside with the dessert you brought.

Carol follows you into the kitchen, thanking you for the treats with a bright smile. “I already ate, and I have to do some repairs on my ship, but I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” With that, she leaves, once again squashing any hope you ever had of starting a relationship with her.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The next day, you show up at the house to take care of the flerkens like usual though something feels off. The air is more tense, and there’s not laughing going on from some dumb joke Kamala told like there would usually be. It’s always been such a fun, energetic home. Right now though, you feel like you’re in a library and have to stay quiet so a 100 year old librarian doesn’t come and tell you to shut up.

After a awkward run in with Carol in the hallway while you’re on your way to the flerkens room and she’s on her way to make breakfast before leaving packing her bags for the week long job she has to go on in space, she walks into the kitchen were Kamala and Kate are sitting at opposite ends of the table. They’re on their phones, both texting someone.

They’re texting each other about a new plan, but Carol doesn’t need to know that.

“What’s this?” They finally look up from their phones when the blonde speaks, her tone bitter and confused as she holds up a takeaway coffee cup with someone's phone number scribbled messily on it. It’s not her phone number, and it’s not one of the girl’s ethier.

“I don’t know. It’s something your little crush brought in. Said something about the girl behind the counter at the coffee place hitting on them.” Kamala chuckles, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Kate begins to hit her arm repeatedly.

The archer takes a moment to compose herself before she says in the most casual voice she can muster, “Seems like you missed your chance.”

Carol’s eyes finally move away from the cup to look at her younger friend with wide eyes. “You really think so?” Kamala smiles knowingly and hums. “Yup. I do.”

You come into the kitchen with a flerken in your arms right at that moment, not exactly reading the room as you grab the cup from Carol’s hand and smile. “Thanks captain. I was looking for that.”

You begin to make your way out of the room, but she gently grabs ahold of your wrist before you can so you turn around to face her. She’s nervous, you can tell that by the way her hand absentmindedly draws stars on the counter and she uses her other hand to tap the beat of the Star Wars theme song against her thigh.

“You okay Carol?” You ask with a small chuckle, reaching over to put your hand over the one drawing stars which only seems to make her more nervous.

Kate coughs then whispers, “Chicken.” Carol narrows her eyes at the giggling pair at the table, point towards the entryway to the kitchen. “Out.”

They grumble something about her being a big baby as they leave, but you have a feeling they don’t get very far.

“So I was thinking.” She starts.

You snicker before saying, “That’s never good.”

She groans, playfully shoving you away. The joking helps to ease her nerves a little, and she can finally look you in the eyes as she speaks. “I was thinking….that if you’re free, and you want to, we can maybe….go out to dinner together? Like more than friends? Only if you want to though! I totally understand if you don’t want to and I guess this might have been a little too-” Your laughter cuts her off, but it doesn't help her nerves.

“What's so funny?” She tries to awkwardly giggle as well.

One look at her face is all you need to go silent.

“You’re not kidding?” The question comes out as more of a whisper. Her stomach churns as she shrugs. “Not really.”

You think about it for a minute before asking, “You like me?”

“I really, really like you. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I totally understand.”

She watches as a small smile forms on your face, then changes to a cheshire cat grin. “I….I would love to go out to dinner with you Carol. Because I really, really, really like you too.” With that, you pull her into one of the tightest hugs she's ever gotten, her arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer.

You guys stand there in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's embrace before she suddenly calls out and is followed by loud groans and your laughter, “Girls, I know you’re in the hallway. That’s five hours of stealth training. Really, how have you guys saved cities?"

bonus:

Carol: And me? Oh, I'm 60 years old.

Kate and kamala: damn!

Carol: ……

Kate and kamala: ……we’re sorry.

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers #kamala khan #kate bishop #carol danvers x you #flerkens

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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Girls Night Out

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: leaving Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay in charge is bound to not end well lmao

Synopsis: First Lady's first girls night after having the triplets, and she has all the confidence in the world in her husband to keep everything running smoothly even if she is a little hesitant at first. Little does she know Jack is scared shitless. This escalates once he loses sight of two of his children.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my boo @nattinatalia and baby mama @harlowcomehome😘💕

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“Baby, I thought you were getting dressed?” Jack asked as he came up behind you, currently staring in the mirror attempting to fix your hair for the third time.

“I was…I am. I….just are you going to be okay with them? I feel guilty leaving you by yourself.”

“Stop worrying. And besides, I have Clay, Urb, and Dru so I won’t be by myself. You deserve this and you need to get out of the house.” Jack replied as he kissed your temple and you slowly nodded your head agreeing with him.

“But…”

“No. Worst comes to worst, I call 911.”

“Uhh, babe. I hope we don’t have to get to that point. I thought that you were going to say that you were going to call Maggie or my mom.”

“Same difference.” Jack replied while shrugging.

He was putting on a good front right now seeing as that he was scared shitless. He wanted for you to go out and enjoy yourself seeing as this would be the first time you’ve gone out since they had been born.

Jess and B had helped you pick out a new outfit seeing as they would be the ones taking you out for the night.

However, you had all the confidence in the world in him and knew that he would be able to survive without you since you’ve seen first hand how amazing he is with them.

You had slipped on your dress, but couldn’t help to pick apart everything that had changed since their birth and things that weren’t back to normal just yet.

Jack noticed it and came up behind you in the mirror to wrap his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“You look gorgeous, baby. No wonder I put three babies in you.”

You immediately rolled your eyes before laughing as you turned your head to kiss him.

“But you can kinda see my stretch marks.”

“And? If someone says anything, I’ll beat their ass. Now hurry up and get downstairs before Jess and B come up in here yelling.”

“Yes, I know. We’re full of hot chips and bad decisions.”

You walked downstairs to see Clay, Urban, and Druski all scattered around the living room while the triplets were currently on the floor having tummy time. You could tell Axel was over it and went to pick him up first.

“DAMN, okay miss mamas. I see why Jack got you pregnant.”

“BYE Dru.”

“I’ll do it again soon too.” Jack replied and all you did was eye him as Axel was now playing with your necklace.

You placed a kiss on his cheek and handed him to Urban, while you did the same thing with Autumn who got handed to Clay, and Ivy who got handed to her father.

“Now you all be on your best behavior.”

“Axel is saying ‘we will mommy’.” Urban quickly answered while bouncing him on his lap.

“Oh. I meant the four of you, not them. I don’t worry about Clay seeing as he has the most sense, but… yeah I’m not worried about the babies. Please call me if you need me.”

“What the? We have sense!” Urb said trying to defend the three of them, but all you did was look at him with a tight lipped smile.

Druski didn’t say anything because he knew that lowkey you were right.

“No, we aren’t calling you because we got this. Now go.” Jack said as he handed you your black Birkin and was trying to push you towards the door.

“Look, my triplets and my little baby better be in one piece when I get back or else.”

“WHAT? What about me? YOUR HUSBAND?”

All you did was give him a blank stare as you heard Clay stifle a laugh from behind you.

“SERIOUSLY?”

“Umm yeah so I love you and I’m leaving.”

“I love you too, and you have nothing to worry about.”

Now Jack had something to worry about.

It was only an hour in with watching the triplets when he came back in the living room and noticed Druski looking around frantically.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Jack asked while looking at him confused while opening a bottle of water.

“Sooo, five minutes ago there were three kids in here, now there’s only two.”

“WHAT?” Jack asked and he could feel his heart rate start to increase.

“SHE WAS JUST THERE!”

Even though the house was baby proofed, you and Jack just never knew with the triplets seeing as their newest obsession was climbing over the baby gates.

“AND NOW SHE’S NOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LOST MY DAUGHTER. YOU HAD ONE JOB, ONE!”

“And your wife already thinks yall need supervision and she was proven right.” Clay added while Autumn was simply sitting next to him watching all of this go down.

“Shut it, Clayborn and you better not tell her either!”

“I’ll tell her if you don’t find them. Then she’ll have to divorce you and marry me.”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“You’re mad just because I’m right.”

“SHE HAS THEM FAST LEGS FROM YOU. NO WAY IN HELL SHE GOT THEM FROM YOUR SHORT ASS WIFE.”

“OUTTA POCKET! YOU LOST IVY AND NOW YOU’RE COMING FOR Y/N? I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE CALLED NAS INSTEAD!”

“I mean… Y/N is on the short side.” Urb added, but now looked down to see Axel wasn’t at his feet anymore like he was less than a few minutes ago.

“Oh um…”

“Urb, where’s Axe?” Jack asked, seeing as now the only baby in the room was Autumn.

“HE WAS JUST THERE!”

“I TOLD YALL ASSES THAT THEY CAN CRAWL AND TO KEEP THEM IN YOUR SIGHT AT ALL TIMES! BOTH OF YOU FIND MY KIDS, NEOW!”

“This is why I’m little baby and why your wife will always love me more.”

“Clay, not now. Just watch Autumn.”

“Yes, now! Have fun explaining to your wife how you lost not one, but two kids.”

As Jack, Urban, and Druski were scrambling throughout the house, Clay decided to put on Fast and Furious for him and Autumn to watch.

Druski was checking underneath the couches

Urban was in the kitchen

While Jack was on his way to the pantry when he saw what was on the television.

“CLAY! She is too young to watch that!”

“But she likes it! And you’re never too young for Dom Toretto. All about family, but you lost half of yours.”

Urban had just come back in the living room and heard what Clay had said and immediately laughed.

“URB! WHERE’S AXE?

“Not in the kitchen, I can definitely tell you that.” He answered as he was now eating chips.

“We need to find them before Y/N comes back!”

“Knowing her, Jess, and Blanca, they’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“That was the case before we had children.”

Jack went back on his search when he opened the pantry and found Ivy eating some of her baby snacks and was as content as she could be. Jack then let out a sigh of relief, but he was only relieved for so long seeing as Axel was still nowhere to be found.

He quickly picked her while still allowing her to hold onto her snacks and went back into the living room.

“Well look who found one of the lost children.”

“Clayborn, shut up.”

“I should call mom too and tell her about this.”

“DON’T YOU FUC-..... DARE! Just here, watch her.” Jack said as he handed Ivy to Clay who he put on the opposite side of him.

Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a facetime call from you.

“Shit…”

“Answer it or I’ll tell her.”

“I swear I’ve been fighting for my life ever since your ass was born.” Jack replied to him before answering you.

“Baby! Why are you calling me?! I told you I got it and not to worry.”

“I’m worried! I can’t help it. Are all of you okay?!” You asked and he could see that you had your dessert in front of you which looked like a cheesecake of some sort.

“We’re fine, babe. Just watching movies with the babies.”

“Well I’m on my way back. You survived at least 2 and a half hours without me and I miss them.”

Jack could feel the panic start to set in.

“Wait, what? Already? Babe, you can stay out longer and wait a minute…. you miss them and not me?!”

“I’ve been looking at you since I was fourteen, you can take a backseat for a while.”

“I swear between you, Dua, and Clay. That’s why I have gray hair now.”

“Love you boo bear! See you soon! I’m not far.”

“I love you too, mamas.”

Once you hung up, Jack simply sighed and looked at Clay.

“Soo, how long do we have before she gets back?”

“25 minutes at the most, but with the way she drives, make that 12.”

While Clay stayed in the living room, the rest of them continued with their search.

“Urb, how much time do we have left?” Jack asked while looking over at him.

“She should be here in five minutes so you better make your son appear.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LOST HIM, NOT ME!”

“And I’m telling my bestie that it was you. You know you two are my parents too and that I need to be supervised at all times.”

“Oh like the time they left you at wingstop?”

“Dru! Not now!”

“Yeah, dark times and I never plan on letting them forget it either. I was ready to get put up for adoption.”

Just then, Jack went over to where the golden girls were and saw Axel terrorizing Blanche and quickly picked him up. He was thankful that she hadn’t bitten him and could only imagine how you would have had some choice words for him if that happened. The huskies were now full grown and one wrong move could come with a lot of bad consequences.

“Axe, how did you even get over here and get over the gate?!”

All he did was look at him and laugh as all three of them walked back into the living room.

“I’m never babysitting with you again, not until they’re ten. At the very least.”

“Whatever wifey asks you, we NEVER speak of this.”

The door quickly opened and you made your way inside to see that everyone was still in one piece.

“Hey, I brought back food! Looks like the little baby and my triplets are okay, so I guess you can survive without me.” You said while reaching up to kiss Jack and quickly taking Axel away from him.

“I told you that we would be fine.”

Clay then stifled a laugh which earned him a smack in the back of the head by Jack.

“I knew you could do it, I had nothing but confidence in you the entire time.”

“At least one of us did.” Dru muttered and Jack shot him a look.

You then looked over at Clay and was confused and he was wondering what was going on and why you were looking at him that way.

“Y/N, you okay?”

“Clay, where’s Autumn?”

“Oh fuck. Not again.” Jack said and you immediately turned to him confused.

“What do you mean not again? Baby, what are you talking about?”

“Umm, nothing, babe. Just go get comfortable while we look for her.” Jack said as he kissed your forehead and took Axel from you.

You were hesitant, but you did as you were told. Once you were up the steps and out of earshot, Jack glared at Clay.

“She was just there!”

“SAVE IT! And help me find her before Y/N comes back down here!”

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gowns · 20 days

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this is my current ~style~

my wardrobe consists of: a few "made in england" docs. a stack of pants, half of them big bud press cotton work pants / trousers in various colors, the other half black jeans... all purchased on sale or secondhand... various shirts, t-shirts, button-up shirts. usually black with a pop of color; sometimes color with a pop of black. various jumpsuits from BBP and nooworks. earrings if i'm feeling fancy. Perfume. perhaps some sea salt hair spray. maybe nail polish (a sign that i am currently, at that moment, trying to not bite my nails). cotton socks from maggie's organics. glasses by toms. yes, the shoe company, toms. they made my glasses.

anyway, this is a pic of me at a warehouse sale of some local ~ethical sustainable brands~ which btw is another way that you can get these things for decent prices. (these blazers were nice but i didn't like the armholes. so i did not purchase.)

i guess it's like. fancy little guy. goofy guy. feminin masculin.

in any case, i feel a lot more myself these days than i did in my 20s. i think i only started dressing how i actually like around the age of 33. (i'm 35 now. plenty more years to go.) like, i've always wanted made in england doc martens. for years and years. and i was like ohh but it's beyond me, it's not possible. but it is possible. you can save up and buy it and wear them every day, and the more you wear them, the more the "cost" goes down and the "value" goes up. so buy what you love, then wear the fuck out of it.

if you want to make that magic wardrobe happen you can do it, tbh. anything is possible

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jackharloww · 10 months

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Isabella & Jackman part 1.

Summary: The one where Jack and Isabella are childhood friends. Could it be more?

Another Collab with my love @harlowcomehome

Isabella Carter got inside the moving van, staring at the small duplex she had just spent the last two years living in with a sigh. How did it come to this? Brandon was someone she saw herself marrying and spending the rest of her life with, well until she caught him sleeping with her “best friend.”

“Good riddance” Isabella mumbled to herself as she started the van. It was only a few hours but the drive was going to feel longer than that, it had been a few years since Isabella had moved back home and she often wondered how much had changed.

Her parents were happy to have her home, they had wished the circumstances were different but regardless they missed her and were happy their daughter was back. Her parents and little sister welcomed her with open arms, she had missed them more than she had realized and got emotional with each “hello" that was being said.

Luckily Isabella's parents had plenty of room in their big house, and her old bedroom was just as she left it. Isabella was quickly reminded about her cousin Courtney and that she was getting married this weekend and due to the circumstances, Isabella no longer had a date.

As her mom prepared dinner for the evening, Isabella took a shower, she stood underneath the showerhead as the warm water jets hit her body, finally making her relax. After the shower, she quickly dried her hair, picked whatever clothes she could find, and put them on before walking out to see if her mom needed any help with dinner. The aroma of Isabella's favorite dish filled the house, she walked up to the big dining table and saw it was filled with amazing food.

"What's the occasion," Isabella asked her mom as she reached for an olive and plopped it in her mouth.

"Well my daughter is home, and the Harlows are coming over" Her mom casually answered as she put down the salad bowl on the table, moving the olives to the side.

"The what now?" Isabella said in a panic and raised her eyebrows, in the process, she looked down at her outfit - an old oversized t-shirt she had from high school paired with black bicycle shorts, "You could have mentioned that" she mumbled, ignoring the smirk evident on her mother's face.

The Carters and the Harlows had known each other for as long as Isabella can remember, living as neighbors and her parents being close friends with Brian and Maggie resulted in a close relationship between the two families.

Her mom saw the horrid look on Isabella's face, "Go, I'll be fine here, They are coming in about 20 minutes" she laughed. Isabella thanked her mom, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek before she ran up to her sister's room.

Isabella barely acknowledged Adeline as she walked into her walk-in closet to find a nicer outfit. All her clothes were in suitcases and she didn't feel like going through them at the moment, so her sister's clothes would have to do.

She ignored Adeline's questioning looks as she grabbed one of her jeans, and put them on. "Where is the black top with the open back?" She asked Adeline as she went through the tops.

Adeline was still confused as to why her sister was so stressed and getting all dressed up, but she still got up from her bed to help her look for the top. She found it after just a few seconds and handed it over to her.

"What are you getting all dolled up for?" Adeline finally asked.

"Just feel like it" Isabella shrugged and put on the top, before running to her room to quickly put on some makeup.

Just as her mother said, the Harlow family arrived 20 minutes later. As they walked in, Adeline pinched her sister's side, "You still have that crush on him don't you?" she whispered teasingly in Isabella's ear as if she just figured out what, or rather who, Isabella was hurriedly getting ready for.

"Shut up, Addy" Isabella shushed her, her cheeks getting flushed.

The two girls stood there with smiles on their faces as they greeted their guests.

"Isabella, It's so good to see you again" Maggie greeted her in a hug before she put her hands on either side of her face to look at her, "We've missed you" she smiled before moving on to greet Adeline.

"Is that Izzy?!” Jack exclaimed as he locked eyes with Isabella, he walked up to her and opened his arms to bring her in for a hug.

Jack had called her that since they were young and he was the only one who was allowed to. To everyone else, she was simply just Isabella or Bella.

“Well if it isn’t my husband” Isabella winked, earning a soft chuckle from Jack.

“You remember that?” Jack felt his cheek getting hotter, but he still had a smile on his face

“How could I forget?” She smiled, noticing him blushing almost immediately. Jack had thought she'd forgotten all about them playing husband and wife as children.

Just as Jack was about to answer, Isabella's mom spoke, “Come sit before the dinner gets cold”. As they sat down, Isabella and Jack both had big smiles on their faces.

When everyone had a seat and started to eat dinner the topic of Courtney’s wedding came up. Isabella was fine third-wheeling Addy and her date but Addy didn’t seem crazy about it.

“It’s fine, I’ll figure it out” Isabella shrugged when her mother started to stress about it. She was stressed but she didn’t want to seem pathetic, especially in front of Jack.

"Well, why don't you go with her Clay?" Maggie said, thinking Jack would be busy that weekend as usual.

Jack shot his mom a look, "Clay had that thing this weekend, with uhm Cope, remember?" Jack said as he looked at Clay shooting him daggers, hoping he would follow along.

Maggie looked at both her sons with furrowed eyebrows.

"Uhh, yeah we had that thing," he said before he cleared his throat and took a sip of water, panicking he’d say the wrong thing.

“I’m available, I mean if you’d want to go together” Jack was worried he sounded too eager.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated” Isabella wanted nothing more than to bring Jack as her date but she couldn’t be too obvious.

“It’s not an obligation, I want to go” Jack smiled and so did everyone else.

“It’s a date” Isabella giggled, embarrassed at the high pitch tone that just came out of her.

“Then it’s a date Izzy” Jack hummed.

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This is the first time @harlowcomehome and I have written for an Original Character, and we really hope you like this one. Stay tuned for part 2!!!

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catt-leya · 2 years

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Okay, okay, okay, I have a request and just to be clear I entirely blame that gif of Rick laying in bed for giving me ideas 👀

So, Reader is Maggie's sibling, and has had feelings for Rick for a while, which he's completely oblivious to. They stop by Rick's house in Alexandria early one morning and find him in bed (looking like that yum) and decides to act on it. Rick's about to get up but Reader gently pushes back onto the bed and climbs on top of him, Rick is completely got off guard but is /very/ into this especially when Reader starts getting naked-

Just as things start getting heated though Maggie arrives wondering what the hell is taking them so long, cue Reader and Rick frantically scrambling to act normal and get dressed-

Provoke (18+) || Rick Grimes

Who does not get interesting ideas with that GIF 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Yawning, you lean against the railing behind you and look up at your sister, "I hate the shift in the morning."

Maggie looks from the woods to you, "Everyone knows that, Sweetie. But everyone has to go through it."

Every time you have the morning shift at the gate, you could cry. You hate getting up when it's still pitch black outside, and it's even worse when it's cold as hell, too. The only good thing is that you have today's shift with your sister, so at least it turns out to be something to lift your good mood.

Sighing, you put your head back and grumble, "Who's next after us?"

You count the clouds above your head as Maggie leans the gun against the gate, "Sasha and Michonne."

Because you can't wait to be relieved, you look to Alexandria to watch for your rescue and hesitantly ask, "So what else is on the agenda today?"

You don't even finish the question before you hear Maggie laugh, "Are you asking me now because you don't feel like doing anything at all today, or because you want to know what Rick's up to today?"

Grinning, you look over your shoulder at her, "Both?"

She rolls her eyes and brushes her hair out of her face, "That was obvious, and you don't have to do anything after your shift today."

Now she leans over the railing, "As for Rick, you probably won't get to see him today. Glenn said Rick wants to go out with Daryl, so they won't be back until nightfall."

You bite your lower lip, "But he's still here now?"

Smiling, she shakes her head in disbelief, "I can't believe that you are into him. But yes he will probably still be there, but does it make a difference? You'd never tell him you have a crush on him anyway, even though you know full well he's probably already figured it out, the way you're always ghosting around him."

Where she's right, she's right.

You take every chance to be around him, and he'd really have to have fallen on his head a lot not to notice that you adore him, but you've never dared to say anything.

Actually, it's not that tragic either, except that you keep seeing that you're not the only one interested in your leader and every time he smiles at another, your heart breaks a little.

Your eyes wander over your home and miraculously, you see Michonne and Sasha walking towards you.

Before Maggie even understands what's happening, you're already downstairs yelling, "Let's get out of here. If you want, I'll help you in the garden later, but please let's get out of here."

Slower than you'd like, she comes down to you and looks at you sternly, "I'll take that as a promise, sis."

You grab her arm and couldn't be happier as you walk past Michonne and Sascha and say in a sing song, "Have fun."

Shaking her head, Maggie withdraws her hand from you, "We can probably harvest something later."

Instead of listening to her, you stare at the house you're slowly walking toward and mutter, "I'm going to see Rick for a minute."

Rooted to the spot, Maggie stops, "What?"

You bite your lower lip and turn to her, "I want to ask him if he can bring me some chocolate."

Playfully, you grin at her, "And then I might as well adore him again."

In fact, it gnaws at you that Maggie doesn't trust you to make the first move, and as you think about it, you don't know why you shouldn't just tell Rick. You can't actually make the situation you're in now any worse, and a very small part of you hopes that it's not just one-sided.

Skeptical, she starts moving again and stops for a moment in front of Rick's house, "I'm going to stop by Glenn's for a minute, then I'll come here and we can go out in the backyard. See you in a bit."

You can tell she's anything but convinced by your idea, and she doesn't even know what you really want to do.

The longer you stare at the steps in front of you, the worse the climb seems, but you don't always want to be ridiculed by Maggie and want to take a chance for once in his life. So you take a deep breath, adjust your top, and head inside.

As you close the door behind you, you notice how quiet it is in the house and wonder if Maggie made a mistake and Rick has already left with Daryl.

Crossing your arms, you call out to Rick but get no answer and you turn to the stairs upstairs.

Again you call his name and once at the top you hear his muffled and sleepy reply, "If it's important, just come in."

At first you hesitate, but to be honest, it IS important and you push open the door to the room where you suspect Rick is.

You just glance into the room and stand rooted to the spot.

Actually, you don't even know where to look and your mouth is hanging wide open, which looks anything but attractive and there's probably some drool running right along with it, but you just can't control yourself for a moment.

You never thought that you would see him THAT WAY once in your life. Sometimes you dreamed about it, but in reality it is completely different.

Lying half naked in his bed, he turns to you with a groan so he can rest his head on one arm and mumbles in a sleepy voice, "What's up?"

You close your mouth, only to open it again immediately after and stammer, "I…Uh…"

Like an idiot, you stand in the doorway and can't manage a complete sentence.

In your head you're still working on words you might be able to say when he starts to get up and you shriek almost hysterically, "No, wait."

Totally confused by your violent reaction, he remains half-sitting up in bed and a voice in the back of your head bellows, "Now or never. Now or never."

Hesitantly, you take a step toward him and croak, "Stay right there."

You can literally see the question mark on his face and can totally relate, but with your current vocabulary, maybe actions speak louder than words.

So you stop in front of his bed, praying that your hands aren't as sweaty as they usually are in stressful situations, as you place your small hands on his bare shoulders and push him backwards onto the bed.

In fact, you were expecting more resistance, but he complies surprisingly easily and just frowns, "What is this turning out to be?"

Actually, you're not quite sure yourself what it's going to turn out to be, but you just go with your intuition and sit astride Rick's hip.

Briefly, it flits through your mind that Maggie would never believe you and might not even need to know, before you reach for your top and pull it over your head.

In your bra and pants, you sit on it and look down at Rick.

He could throw you off with ease, but doesn't and instead places his hands loosely on your hips.

"Do I need to understand what's happening right now?" his voice is rough and you close your eyes briefly before looking back into his blue ones: "You like it?"

At your question, he snorts softly, "Do I like it that a woman just sits on me like that and takes her clothes off?"

Uncertainly, you bite your lower lip, "Do you like it that it's me?"

This seems to be the moment Rick understands what this is all about and grips your hip tighter, "This is about you having a crush on me, isn't it?"

You actually figured he knew, but hearing him say it out loud makes you blush again and you look down at his chest to keep from looking him in the eye, "I guess I won't have to say it then."

His hands, now sliding to your thighs, distract you and you barely notice him murmuring, "It was hard to miss."

Your whole body is tense as he slides his hands up again, this time not holding onto your hips.

You forget to breathe.

Light as a feather, his hands rest on the clasp of your bra and he gently pushes your torso down.

You were so determined to be brave, but somewhere between the moment you sat on him and his statement that he knows you have a crush on him, that bravery has gone down the drain and now you're sitting on him more insecurely than ever, not really even knowing what you want to do or what your goal is.

The only thing you are able to do is to support yourself with your hands on his chest to avoid crashing into him.

You finally look him in the face again and are aware of how close his face is to yours as he whispers, "What do you want?"

You can feel his breath on your lips and gather the last of your functioning brain cells and breathe, "You know it."

Tighter than before, he presses you down and your heart stops as he kisses you.

A half-naked Rick kisses you, and it's not a quick smooch. It's a kiss like you've always imagined.

Your hands run over his chest and your fingers graze the scar he received from the gunshot that put him in a coma.

For a long time the kiss remains gentle and almost innocent, but without thinking you shift on his hip and get a muffled moan in response, which he clearly wanted to suppress because he mumbles "Sorry" shortly after.

Hearing that sound from him only turns you on more and you begin to slowly move back and forth on his hips, "Again." That's all you can bring yourself to say, and Rick releases his lips from yours to reach your throat, growling hoarsely, "You sure?"

Groaning, you dig your fingers into his skin, "Yes, please."

Breathing heavily, he pushes you a little lower on his body and you feel his erection pressing against you.

The man has a lot to offer and you are about to ask him to finally take off your bra, when you hear your sister calling for you.

Panicked, you tear yourself away from Rick and you can see his amusement in his eyes, "Your sister."

Hectically, you scramble off of him and hiss, "I know, Mister Obvious."

The faster you try to put your clothes back on, the longer it takes you and just as you're pulling your shirt over your head, you hear Maggie on the stairs, "You're taking forever."

You grab some shirt that's on the dresser and toss it to Rick, "Get dressed."

He looks like he can barely hold back the loud laugh, "Why? You came into the room earlier too when I was barely wearing anything."

Begging, I look at him and he hums softly, "All right."

Rather reluctantly he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head making the boxers look a little better and just in time as Maggie strides through the door, "What's taking so long?"

I hope she doesn't notice as I explain in a high pitched voice, "I was just telling Rick what to bring me."

Apparently he does want to come to my rescue, "Right, she asked for…"

Silence.

He doesn't know what to say because I never told him, so he gestures with his hands, "Well, that thing. You know."

Your mind goes completely blank and it's only when Rick looks at you for help that you call out way too loudly, "Chocolate."

His eyes light up, "Yeah right and I'll bring it to you when I find some."

You mumble quietly, "Thanks," and look at your sister, who frowns at your behavior, but doesn't dwell on it and points with her head toward the stairs, "Come on. You said you were going to help me in the garden."

I nod and want to follow her out of the bedroom, when Rick holds me back by the arm for a moment and whispers softly in my ear, "When I get back tonight, I'll climb through your window. Stay awake, please."

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink @kingtwhiddleston

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the-dixon-effect · 9 months

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Beyond Broken

summary: In the aftermath of Y/N marrying Negan to break Daryl out of the Sanctuary, she doesn't know why he is so upset with her.

era: season 7, Negan-Saviours era

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

genre: angst

words: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of non-con, Negan being horrible, saviour shit

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears

The tight, form-fitting black dress clung to your thighs with sweat as you stepped off the rusted bike. Not a word escaped anybody in the crowd that had gathered at the front gate as Daryl stormed off. You simply stood there, confused and upset as to why he would be so angry with you, and embarrassed to have every pair of eyes in Alexandria staring you down. A moment later, the woman you recognised as Maggie darted towards you and flung her arms around your shoulders. Your eyes swelled with tears, but you were not about to break down, not here, in front of everyone.

"Oh.. my God, Y/N, you're back! Are you alright?" she spoke softly into your tense shoulder.

"Maggie... I'm so sorry," you began, your heart full to the brim with regret. "I couldn't do it.. I couldn't kill Negan.. 'M sorry, you deserve so much better," you choked, spluttering over the words you wished you didn't have to say. Preparing for the humiliation, the disgust that would soon be radiating from those around you. She's the coward who thought marrying Negan would do some good.

"No.. no, it's okay, you got Daryl back," she spoke in that familiar Southern drawl. It reminded you of someone else's voice that needed to hear right now. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"I- I don't know... I got him out. They had him-" you stuttered, struggling to bring yourself to utter what you had seen at that God-awful 'sanctuary'. "They put in him a cell. Made him eat shit, listen to this awful song that played over and over... I got him out, but Negan made me-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're back here now. You're safe, you saved him, Y/N,"

"I'm sorry, I have to find him,"

Your black high-heels clicked on the tarmac as you exited the crowd with as much dignity as possible. Why the hell would Daryl storm off like that? Maybe he's just tired, maybe he needs some space. He's hurting, and you so badly want to be the one to comfort him. You approached his shared home and hesitated before knocking on the door to his basement, the place that had remained empty for what felt like the longest time. Before knocking, you registered a couple characteristic grunts from inside, and suddenly your eyes glassed over once more.

Knocking twice, you brought up a palm to smooth over your clammy forehead and straightened up your dress, just now realising how silly you look as one of Negan's costume girls. You knew he was in there, and yet, no one answered. Your heart was bubbling with sorrow while you remembered what you had to go through, just to end up here.

You didn't deserve this, you thought. Not being blown off by Daryl after saving his ass just a couple hours ago. You bust the door open and strode inside, not paying attention to the surroundings or how you appeared.

"What's going on Daryl?" you cried, praying for a response, anything, just to know what's going on in that brain of his. He stood there silently, not moving a muscle, staring you down like a deer in headlights.

"Daryl, please, just tell me-" you started, tears threatening to roll down your puffy cheeks.

"Why would ya' do sumthin' like that? Ya' know how stupid that was, bustin' in there?" he yelled, throwing his arms up and approaching you. He towered over you, berating you like you were a misbehaving child.

"I- I don't understand," you thought of the way Negan grabbed you, trapped you beneath him as you tried to control your movements by repeating words in your head, like a mantra. It's all for Daryl, this is all for Daryl, all for him. You remember the things you'd heard in your direction during your time there. Whore. Slut. Scared little bitch. Abandoning Rick and the crew just for a chance to get a piece of Negan. It wasn't fair. You felt like a traitor as you lay awake in Negan's bed on those cold nights, knowing Daryl was awake too, tortured and bruised in a cell three floors beneath you.

"I got you out.. I came to rescue you Daryl?" you sobbed, unable to prevent the tears from falling now.

"Listen ta' me. Don't ever do sumthin' like to yerself ever again," his tone was so harsh, so mean, it was difficult to actually register his words. "I need ya' ta tell me why... Why would ya' do sumthin' like that? Put yerself through tha'?"

"I- I did it for you, Daryl! I did it for you because- because there's nothing else, no one else.. It was.. It was the only thing!" your lips trembled and your whole body quivered beneath his sharp gaze.

Daryl looked around the room and resorted to staring down at his feet. He looked so shaken, so confused and scared, poor thing. If only he could give into the desire to hold you close and never let go. It seemed, at that moment, like that would be the only thing to heal him.

When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

"But- but why?" he spoke, quieter than he had done previously.

"Don't you get it?" you began softly. "You were being tortured down there... and I couldn't stand for it. It makes me sick, thinking 'bout what I had to do to get you out, but it's all for a reason. Daryl, no one else here is wading into Negan's territory to get you out..."

You thought about the ridicule. The disgusting glares and grimaces you received from psycho-leader's personal foot soldiers. Having to humiliate yourself all day, all night, worrying about being discovered, worrying about getting killed.

The two of you just stared at each other now, as if there was nothing left to be said. But oh, how much he wished he could say to you.

"He lay his hands on you?" he asked, softly and cautiously, as though now he saw you as a wounded animal, sobbing and frightened.

"No... he just..." you couldn't bring yourself to speak of the things he had done to you. He appeared to understand. You wanted to be okay. You wanted to make Daryl okay.

"C'mere," he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. You buried your face into his wide shoulder blade and wept. Maybe this was it, just what you needed. You had both suffered so much, all you needed was a gentle embrace and someone to hold you like an angel. God knows Daryl needed it too. All he's never known was violence and sorrow, and all you've ever wanted was to dry his tears and hold him late at night.

"I will kill that motherfucker... and any son of a bitch who thinks about touchin' yer'," there was something so poetic about the way he threatened the rest of the world. Like you two were the only ones that existed.

He stroked the back of your head and placed his hand in your soft hair, pulling you closer. "Hey. I dun' wantcha puttin' yerself in danger fer' me, alrigh'? Y/N, I.. I can't let nuthin' bad happen to ya',"

You hummed into his shoulder before pulling away to gaze up at him, arms still wrapped firmly around his torso. "But, Daryl..."

"Nah, I'm righ' here. An' I ain't leavin' ya again."

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cootiekat · 10 months

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Babysitter ♡

warnings: none :)

genre: fluff

pairing: dad! eddie x fem! babysitter! reader

summary: You start babysitting for your coworker,Eddie, but will it turn into more?

a/n: This is my first fanfic I have ever written AND my first time writing in tumblr so bare with me please 😭😭 REQUESTS OPEN!!!🫶🫶🫶

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October 20, 1989

It all started with a text from your coworker, Eddie, asking if you could babysit his daughter. Of course you said yes, you didn’t have any plans for tonight. You got dressed in a sweater and jeans and headed out. Before stopping at Eddie’s you went to the grocery store for some snacks so you could be remembered as the “cool” babysitter and made a stop at Family Video to pick up the new movie The Little Mermaid.

When you got to Eddie’s trailer you noticed his van was already started so he probably was going to be leaving very soon. The door was already open so you just walked in.

“Eddie!” you called out. You admired all of the mugs on the walls and the living room that looked messy and cozy at the same time. You saw the little dining table for two in the corner and the small kitchenette, just down the hall you saw a bedroom covered in band posters and reeked of weed. Assuming the room was Eddie’s you walked in.

“Hey Eddie” you repeated now that you were in close quarters with him.

“Y/N HI! i’m so glad you made it on time.”

Eddie was dressed up in his normal attire except he was wearing a T-shirt that said Corroded Coffin on it with a black leather jacket on top. You’d be lying if you said Eddie didn’t look extremely good right now.

“Let me introduce you to Maggie”

Eddie led you down the hallway to a bedroom that was covered in princesses, unicorns, and all things girly. Maggie was sitting on the floor with her Barbies brushing their hair and dressing them up. Maggie was no doubt Eddie’s daughter they both sported long curly brown hair and big brown puppy eyes.

“Maggie, can you say hi to Y/N? She will be watching you tonight while Daddy is out.”

Maggie gave you a little wave and immediately curled into her fathers arms. Eddie was in complete awe and wrapped is arms around his daughter and gave her a tight hug. “How old are you, Maggie?” you asked softly. She held up three fingers with her hand, you couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Daddy is leaving now, but Y/n is going to take really good care of you.”

“Yep, I brought snacks and a movie. Have you ever seen The Little Mermaid?” you questioned. Maggie shook her head and looked up at her Dad to respond for her.

“I’ve been meaning to take her to Family Movie to rent it, she’s been begging to see it since it came out”

Eddie and you walked out of Maggie’s room leaving her to play with her dolls until she was done. Eddie was fidgeting when he spoke up.

“I had her right out of high school and i’ve never left her with anyone alone other than my uncle, so i’m a little nervous.”

“You have no need to be nervous, I babysat since I was in middle school for pocket change and worked at a daycare for a little bit in high school. This is definitely not my first rodeo.” you reassured him. You saw the weight come off Eddie’s shoulders.

“Sorry for the late notice.”

You waved him off and called Maggie to the front door. Maggie walked in very timidly. You knew it was going to take a minute for her to warm up to you.

“bye-bye, Daddy”

Eddie waves goodbye to his daughter and you and heads to his van. Maggie looks at you then grabs your hand and leads you back into her bedroom.

“This is Chelsea, I’m going to play with her because i’m little. You can be barbie cause you’re pretty.”

You thank her for her kindness and play barbie’s with her for about and hour until you hear her stomach growl. “Are you hungry?”

“a little bit, but I want to keep playing”

“you should never ignore your body when it tells you you’re hungry. We can come back and play after we eat if you would like?” Maggie agrees with you and puts her toys back into the play box and makes her way to the kitchen. You look around the kitchen to see what you can make. Yep. There definitely is not a woman living in this house because all that is in here is milk, spaghettios, mac n cheese, and leftovers from Dennys.

You begin boiling water for Mac n cheese when you notice Maggie sitting on the couch watching a black screen. “Would you like me to put in a movie while dinner is cooking?” Maggie bounces up and down and nods her head. You smile at her innocence and turn on the TV. You put in The Little Mermaid and go back to the kitchen to finish dinner. You find a small pink bowl and spoon and hand Maggie her Mac n cheese.

“yummy”

You sit with Maggie when you realize she is starting to fall asleep. “let’s go get you ready for bed.” you tell her while picking her up and taking her to the bathroom. You brush and braid her hair, wash her face, brush her teeth, and get her changed into pajamas.

“I want to finish the movie.”

You carry her back into the living room and finish the movie. Before the movie was even done Maggie was knocked out, so you decided to clean up the house a little. You dusted the fans, wiped counters, cleaned dishes, folded laundry, cleaned Maggie’s room, and cleaned the bathroom. All of the cleaning wore you out so you went back into the living room and cuddled with Maggie and fell asleep to the sound of the rain outside.

The sound of Eddie’s van woke you up. You watch Eddie trying to be quiet thinking you are both asleep. You start to stand up to grab your things when Eddie stops you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to leave?”

“You should just stay here for the night.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s twelve in the morning and it’s pouring outside”

You hesitated for a moment, you were not prepared for spending the night, so you don’t have any extra clothes, a toothbrush, and you have a very strict skincare regimen you cannot skip. Eddie noticed you’re hesitation.

“I would never force you to stay if you would rather go home, but can you at least stay here until the rain calms down”

You decided to stay because you were terrified of driving in the rain and if Eddie was okay with you staying for the night then might as well.

“okay, i’ll stay. Do you have any extra clothes I can borrow?”

Eddie heads to his room to get you an oversized T-shirt and some loose pajama pants and hands them to you.

“You can get changed for bed in the bathroom, I’m going to put Maggie in her room.”

You headed to the bathroom to change looking at yourself in the mirror and washing all of your makeup off. You headed out to the living room and notice Eddie making up the couch. “Thank you, but I could’ve done that” you tell him not wanting to be too much of a burden.

“Y/n you already cleaned up the whole house the least I could do was make my own bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Yeah, i’m going to sleep out here you can take my room.”

“I can’t do that, you’re already letting me stay, I can’t take your room too.”

“If my uncle ever found out I let a beautiful woman sleep on this old couch while I slept comfortably in my bed he would flip.”

You silently thanked Eddie for the change of clothes and for letting you stay in his room for the night. You walked into Eddie’s room and layer in his bed and admired all of the art on his walls his guitar he used to play in high school. You wondered if he still played, you quickly fell asleep in his soft and warm bed.

A boom of thunder rang through the trailer and you shot up in the bed startled. You were so terrified of the storm you could not bring yourself to go back to bed. You got out of bed and slowly walked trying not to make the floor creek. You finally made your way to the kitchen and read the clock on the wall 3:30am. You slowly opened the fridge and took out the milk and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and quietly poured the milk into the cup. Just as you were about to put the glass into the microwave you heard Eddie’s groggy voice.

“can’t sleep?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been up, don’t worry you didn’t wake me”

“so, you saw me creep into the kitchen?”

“yup.”

You began your walk of shame back into Eddie’s room when you heard him ask.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“sure”

“I don’t have many, but I have a couple I rented from Family Video and never returned.”

You chuckled at his statement and begin looking through his collection of VHS tapes. Most of the movies were Maggie’s and they’re were a couple of horror and slasher movies, but what caught your eye was a cute romcom you would’ve never imagined Eddie to have. “When Harry Met Sally?” you questioned as you held up the tape.

“Hey, it was on the new release shelf, i didn’t pick it on purpose!”

“yeah right”

“I SWEAR! i’ve never seen that movie before.”

“You sound mighty defensive right now, Edward” you say to him in a disbelieving tone as you slide the tape into the VCR. You went to press play when you notice the movie was already halfway through. You glanced at Eddie who looked defeated. “It’s okay to admit you like romcoms, Eddie. I still think you’re a hardcore badass.”

“You think i’m a hardcore badass?”

“of course I do”

You rewind and start the movie and sit down next to Eddie on the couch. If you were being honest this was the most comfortable you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. Your whole body stiffened at the sweet side of Eddie. Eddie must’ve noticed because he whispered in your ear.

“Calm down, Princess. I wont bite unless you ask me too.”

Your whole face was red and hot at this point. You and Eddie stayed like this until the end of the movie when Eddie said.

“Love like this doesn’t exist in real life.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, if it did I wouldn’t be 24 raising a 3 year old by myself.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman yet.”

Eddie looked down into your eyes and said.

“Tell me, Princess. Have you met the right man yet.”

You shrugged. “I mean no one has ever showed me love like this.” you said as you pointed to the screen. The end credits finally rolled and Eddie looked at you and said.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah”

“You’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, since the day you walked into Tape World I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Edward Munson, you better not be playing with my emotions right now.”

“ I promise you y/n, I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I want to get to know you on that deep ooey gooey personal level. I want to know all your strengths and weaknesses. I want to know what you’re favorite food, holiday, and movie is. I want to be the person you come to when nobody else can help. Y/n I want to be the right man for you.”

You could not believe what Eddie just said. You were out of words all you thought of was smashing your lips onto his, so that’s exactly what you did. You felt his plump lips connecting with yours in the perfect way. You cupped his face in your hands and felt the stubble that decorated his jaw. When you finally pulled away you said.

“ I want to be the right woman for you too, Eddie.”

#dad!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie x plus size reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #x reader #fem!reader #babysitter!reader #fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #fluff

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rustic-ghoul · 2 months

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I’m not a writer by any means but had this little thought pop into my head earlier so wanted to note it down…

It’s the final scene of season 3.

We see Aziraphale getting ready in a traditional wedding tux, fixing his bow tie and straightening his cummerbund and looking happy and content.

He walks through the kitchen and removes a card from the fridge door and walks outside.

There we see a beautiful garden covered in all types of plants and flowers.

*Aziraphale* : Crowley, are you nearly ready my dear? Wha- *tut* You’re not even changed yet. And you’re absolutely filthy!

Crowley turns to Aziraphale covered in dirt from planting some new flowers. Pats his hands over his trousers to remove some of the dirt.

*Crowley*: Ready for what?

*Aziraphale* holding up and waving the card he picked from the fridge : We can’t be late

*Crowley* Oh right

Still patting dirt away but with a miracled whoosh becomes completely clean and dressed in a sleek black suit and jacket embroidered with little roses.

*Crowley* : There, all ready to go.

*Aziraphale*: Good. Well, (gulp) very nice. 😏 You clean up rather well.

*Crowley*: You’re looking rather sharp yourself. Right come on then, Angel. Like you said, we can’t be late.

They start walking away from the quaint little cottage and garden towards the Bentley parked in the driveway.

*Crowley*: So d’ya reckon there’ll be any dancing at this thing?

*Azirphale*: At ‘this thing’?! I rather guess there will be dancing at Maggie and Nina’s Wedding. At least I do hope so…I’ve been practicing.

*Crowley*: Yeah? Maybe you can show me your steps. It’s not the gavotte is it?

*Aziraphale*: It’s not, no. But oh how wonderful if there is a chance to do so tonight…it has been so long. Besides, what’s wrong with the gavotte?

*Crowley*: Everything is wrong with the gavotte.

*Aziraphale*: Oh you just get jealous….

More back and forth banter while they get into car and drive off.

We then see a couple of nightingales singing away in their garden’s apple tree.

#good omens #go season 3 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 3 #ending scene #it ends in a garden #nightingales #south downs cottage #nina and maggie #a wedding #domestic fluff #ineffable husbands #go

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sentientsky · 7 months

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“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Nina asked. “The poor guy probably just wants his space.”

The other woman turned to look at her from up on the staircase. Maggie pushed a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. “I mean,” she began, one foot positioned on the next step up. “We already have this.” She raised a travel cup of espresso in the air. “And after all, I think he could use some cheering up. It’s been like two months, right?”

Maggie sighed resignedly and followed her up the stairs. “Okay, if you say so…”

They walked for a couple moments before coming to a stop in front of an apartment. All the other doors on the floor were painted a pleasant blue, she noted. This one, however, was a deep, rich black. Of course.

From underneath the door, the women could hear music, something familiar and with a steady beat. Maggie raised her hand and knocked.

Still, the music played on. And still no one answered the door.

“He’s obviously busy, Mags,” Nina muttered. It didn’t escape her notice that the other woman flushed pale pink at the sound of the nickname. Nina’s heart spasmed a bit in response, and she had to force herself to focus.

“I just—let me try once more, and then—” Maggie knocked again.

A beat.

Nina was ready to ask if they could leave when the lock on the door clicked open of its own accord. Well, alrighty then. They exchanged a look, and then Nina pushed open the door.

Immediately, the onslaught of angsty pop music poured through the threshold. Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone,” Nina noted. She herself had played the same song more than once as a young adult, often in the throes of a breakup.

The apartment itself was in complete disarray; papers and knickknacks strewn everywhere. Plants drooped sadly on the edges of the room. In the corner, a pile of CDs had been toppled over. Eccles cakes and half-chewed scones littered the floor.

There, in the middle of the living room (which certainly looked lived in, Nina noted), Crowley was sat on the floor, legs all akimbo and arms thrown across the seat of a rather uncomfortable looking sofa.

Maggie stiffened at the sight of him, holding the coffee cup between both hands now. The poor demon was dressed in boxer shorts and an ancient Queen t-shirt. His hair was bedraggled, brushing against his shoulders in loose scarlet waves. Juxtaposed to the devilishly cool “burnt out middle-aged rockstar” persona he embodied most of the time, this new appearance came across as particularly disheveled.

Nina hesitated, then took a step forward. The music still thrummed in her ears. “Crowley?” she asked, injecting as much kindness as she could into one little word.

Head lolling, the demon looked up at the two women before him. For once, he wasn’t wearing his characteristic glasses. Maggie made a little sound of surprise at the sight of the demon’s golden snake eyes. They were a rich yellow—the same colour as Mr. Fell’s walls, Nina silently noted. It seemed Crowley hadn’t slept in a century, (did demons even need to sleep?) his undereyes tinged a pale purple.

“Crowley?” Nina called out again. Maggie moved to stand beside her, leaning down closer to the demon’s level.

Without warning, Crowley’s eyes began to flood with tears and he crumpled into himself. Oh. Oh no. They’d made it worse, they’d certainly made it worse. Nina had said that coming here was a bad idea.

“That’s what Aziraphale used to call me!” he keened. His boxer shorts had ‘XO Gossip Girl’ emblazoned down the side.

“I mean, that’s your na—” Nina began, but then reconsidered and dropped into a crouch to pat the demon’s shoulder, voice hushed and soothing. “There, there. I know. It’s going to be alright.”

Maggie crouched beside her, and tried to offer Crowley the drink in her hand. He looked up for a moment, and there was a moment of recognition, his eyes scanning the takeaway cup. And then he burst into fresh tears once again.

“That’s what I ordered the last—” he made a little hiccuping sound. “Ordered the last time he and I went to your café,” he wailed. The poor thing was inconsolable; Nina’s heart ached for him. In between ragged sobs, Crowley extended his arm under the couch. There, it seemed, he had found a slightly droopy crepe that was…just shoved under the sofa. No plate, no nothing. Just crepe to floor. What the fuck. Don’t eat it, please don’t eat it, Nina chanted in her head.

He ate it, of course, still crying.

Kelly Clarkson finished singing, and the track switched. Now, a more upbeat tune rose through the apartment.

It’s Britney, bitch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat anything—” Maggie began, reaching down to pick up a crumpled twinkie wrapper from the floor. And then, without warning, Crowley brought a napkin to his mouth and spat out a congealed mass of saliva and half-chewed dough. He sniffed pathetically and bundled it into a tight ball in his hand before tossing it somewhere across the room.

“Oh…” Maggie murmured, placing the wrapper back where she had found it. “Oh no.”

Crowley looked up at the two of them with ragged eyes, glinting pale gold in the dim light of his flat. “Don’t even like the taste. But he likes ‘em, so…Who else is gonna eat’em, anyway? While he’s gone, you know? ‘S up to me” He sniffed again, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

“Are you—” Maggie began, and her worried eyes flickered to Nina. “Are you drunk, Crow—Anthony? Have you been drinking?”

“And wha makes you think that?” he muttered. Nina cast her eyes around the room. Wine bottles littered the floor. The counters. One sat on the pedestal of a statue of an angel and a demon…were they supposed to be fighting, or…??

When she turned back to face him, he was drinking out of a curly straw. His cup read ‘MAMA NEEDS SOME WINE’. She sighed, and reached to ease it out of his hand. He pulled it out of her reach immediately, a disgruntled look clear across his face.

“Nooo, Az—Azira—a stupid angel gave this to me,” he all but hissed. “‘S vintage. 2004.”

The track changed again. Something slower, with a steady piano backing.

My lover’s got humour.

She’s the giggle at a funeral…

At this, tears began to form afresh in the corners of the demon’s eyes. Nina stood up, looking for the source of the music. She’d had her fair share of sad music wallowing, but this was becoming unhealthy, surely. Over in the corner, a fairly recent sound system stood sentinel. She pressed ‘pause’ and ejected the disk. “What’s with this music?” she called across the room.

In sloping handwriting, the CD read ‘bad bitches cry perpendicular to the floor’. Oookay then.

“‘S a playlist I made. But everything I play in that godforsaken thing,” he motioned to the stereo system, “eventually turns into music by this one Irish fellow.”

Nina wrinkled her brow in confusion.

“Jus’ like the Bentley. But more straightforward, I suppose.” He took another sip from his drink, and the two women watched on as dark red liquid carried up through the loops of the straw.

“This isn’t healthy,” Maggie began. “I know it’s hard, and it’s okay to be sad. But we can try baby steps, right? D’you fancy coming down to the café with us? Maybe sit and talk for a bit? Get some natural light?”

Crowley scrunched his nose and spat a piece of red hair out of his mouth. “M’ fine, really. Never been better. More independent, less—” he waved his free hand around vaguely, “mmgh…yeah, I got nothin’” He toasted them with his ridiculous white suburban mom cup.

“You’re crying right now. And how long have you been wearing that shirt?” Nina asked. The thing looked lived in. By a family of possums.

He looked down, squinting at wine stains that speckled the collar. “This is my best shirt.” He looked back up at them. “And ‘m fiiiine.” He reached one gangly arm across the length of the sofa and pulled out a pair of circular sunglasses. Putting them on, he peered up at Nina and Maggie. “See? Can’t even see the tears.” He smiled, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Oh, hon. That’s not…” Maggie began.

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Nina murmured. “Do you…” she looked around the room. Was that one of Mr. Fell’s sweaters hung over a chair? What had happened in that fucking bookshop? “Do you want to talk about it?” she finished.

Three hours later, Nina realized her assistant’s shift was nearly finished. From what she understood, Mr. Fell had left (his husband? Boyfriend? Wife? Immortal life partner?) Crowley for a business promotion somewhere far away. Crowley, for his part, was perched on the edge of the couch, wrapped up in the angel’s sweater. He sniffled, and pressed on:

“...And then it was 1967 and I was in my Beatles phase of course, because who wasn’t, honestly. And the bastard shows up in my car out of nowhere with a thermos. So I’m freaking out a little bit—in a very cool, suave kind of way, of course—cause this is one of the first times we’ve seen each other since the magic show,” he turned, looking between Maggie and Nina. “I told you about the magic show, yes?”

“Yes, you did,” Maggie muttered.

“Several times. The one where he told you to shoot him in the face,” Nina interjected.

“Well,” he waved his hand around. “I didn’t actually shoot him. Scared the fuck outta me, but—oh, I still have the photograph, you wanna see?” He moved to stand up then.

Maggie motioned for him to sit back down. “That’s alright. We’ll see it later—”

And he was off again, “So anyway it was 1967 and he’s in my car and he’s got a thermos and I’m all like ‘Are we gonna drink soup together? Is that tea? Cocoa?’ but noooo, he gives it to me and it’s fucking holy water. And he tells me he doesn’t want me risking myself. And—” his voice grew louder, more emphatic, “And he says ‘don’t go unscrewing the cap’. And by this point my stomach’s all in wobbly-wibbly fluttery knots and ‘m asking myself ‘what the bloody hell are we’ and I hate it ‘cause I’m a demon, right? And angels aren’t supposed to make you feel all—” he made a ‘pbttt’ sound and mimed a butterfly with his hands. Nina and Maggie exchanged a look. “Yeah. And then he says we should go on a picnic someday. Or to the Ritz or something. I’m losing my mind at this point, because is he asking me on a date? ‘M I out of my gourd? So, like any normal, reasonable person, I say I’ll drive him wherever he wants because then that means more time together which means more time to figure out this fluttery feeling or whatever. And guess what he says.” He looked at the two women seated on chairs in front of him. “Go on, guess.”

Maggie shrugged. “Sorry, no idea.” Nina shook her head.

“He says,” he leant forward on the couch. “He says ‘You go too fast for me, Crowley.” The poor demon let out an anguished groan and his head fell into his hands. Maggie reached forward to pat him on the shoulder.

[It went on like this for some time. They eventually got him to go to the park where he inadvertently began a duck cult; that is, a cult whose members consisted solely of ducks. Not a cult of humans dedicated to worshipping ducks. That would be stupid.]

this silly little crack fic is brought to you by me and my good omens brainrot (neil im in your walls). if u want to read my more serious stuff, you can find me furiously scribbling away in this corner of the internet: x

(side note: this particular story was inspired by a hilarious post from @miss-americanbi)

#i wrote this pretty quickly so its not gonna be great but whatver #i finally remembered to take my adhd meds + instead of doing my work im doing this. i love having hyperfixations sm (<<< lies lies lies)#im love nina shes so pretty and cool #full disclosure this is not to glamourize or make light of depression #this is literally just me transcribing the aftermath of my own messy queer breakup #i also dyed my hair w/ horrible box dye :) that was like 2 yrs ago and it STILL hasnt faded. demipermanent my ass #i was a fucking mess for like a year :)#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziracrow #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #crowley #go2 #ineffable wives #azicrow #maggie good omens #nina good omens #crack fic #ao3 good omens #ao3 author #good omens crack #good omens fanfic #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #gay #queer #gomens

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samsexualdeancurious · 10 months

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Candy and Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,101

Summary: Dean brought a little adult treat for trick or treating with the twins.

Warnings: Drinking, some kinda dirty flirting between adults.

Written for an Angel Patron request

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“Abby! Stay with your sister!”

The youngest of your twins slows her pace but only a bit. Dean chuckles softly. He’s already holding both of their candy buckets, pink and purple pumpkins swinging from the hand that’s not curled around your own.

“Abby,” you call again and she comes to a halt at the end of the front walk of the next house. She taps one little princess slipper-clad foot while she waits for the rest of your to catch up.

“You walk too fast,” Maggie complains.

Abby mumbles an apology and snatches her purple bucket from her dad. Together, the twins make their way up to the front door of the house where various little superheroes are receiving their shares of candy from an older woman in a pointed witch hat.

“I swear,” you sigh. “Those two.”

“They’ll slow down when they get tired,” Dean assures you.

“Yeah, and we’ll end up carrying them the rest of the way home.”

Dean laughs, digging in the inner pocket of his coat for something. He’s dressed like a cowboy, right down to a leather vest and sheriff’s star under his long dark coat. It’s a damn good look, especially with the dark hat completing the outfit. You can’t help but admire him for a moment before you realize what he has in his hand.

“You did not.”

He smirks and gives the flask a little shake. “Want some?”

You hesitate a moment and then grab the flask. It’s straight whiskey inside and burns going down but the warmth is welcome in the chilly Halloween night. You pass the flask back to Dean, who takes a sip of his own and tucks it away. You shake your head fondly.

“You’re a terrible influence,” you murmur as the girls skip back down the front walk to you.

“You love me.”

Apparently, the girls are okay with carrying their own buckets again, because they immediately start leading the way down the sidewalk to the next house. You lean into Dean and follow them.

You don’t drink a lot but the few sips you get as your little family makes its way around the neighborhood definitely have you leaning more towards tipsy as you get closer to home. The girls are still going strong, surprisingly. You suspect they’ve been sneaking candy when you weren’t looking. Just like their father, of course. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Have I told you yet how fucking hot you look tonight?” Dean murmurs, low for your ears only as the girls run, squealing, past some homemade ghosts hanging from a tree.

Your cheeks burn. Your costume isn’t anything particularly complicated, just something you threw together last minute - a black dress that’s a little reminiscent of Morticia Addams with a less extreme plunge to the neckline, paired with some kick-ass boots and a long blue cloak. You’d already felt good about yourself when you twirled in front of the bathroom mirror but something about Dean telling you how good he thinks you look always sparks warmth in your belly.

“You’re sweet,” you reply, giving him a little shove. You’re feeling all warm and fuzzy but you can’t tell if it’s from the whiskey or Dean pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Mommy! Look at how big this candy bar is!”

Maggie is bounding down the steps, a king-sized Hershey’s bar clutched proudly in one fist. Abby is hot on her sister’s heels, her own Hershey’s bar held above her head for you to see.

“Wow! Those are big ones!” You crouch down to look at both candy bars. “Good job! Put them in your buckets so they don’t get lost.”

Both girls tuck their candy bars in their buckets with a reverence that has Dean muffling a snort.

“A few more houses and then we’re gonna head home,” he tells them. Both immediately start whining but a firm look silences their complaints. “Look how much candy you have! That’s enough to last you until next Halloween.”

“Not to mention, Dad’s going to stock up on more when it goes on sale tomorrow,” you tell the girls conspiratorially.

They giggle and Dean pouts but there’s no real heat to it. You shoot him a wink as the girls scurry off towards the next house.

“You’re trouble.”

His tone is low and a little dangerous. You can’t help a shiver of arousal at his words and your mouth goes dry but you somehow manage to muster a response.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

Dean yanks you close, mouth pressed to the sensitive spot behind your ear when he says in a low growl, “You’ll find out when we get home.”

He releases you abruptly and calls for the girls to wait for him at the end of the next driveway. You’re left standing in the middle of the sidewalk, probably looking a bit stunned.

When you’ve shaken yourself back to reality and caught up with your family, Dean’s chatting amicably with your neighbor Cindy while the girls compare candy with her son, Hunter. You plaster on a smile that you really hope doesn’t show any of the absolutely filthy thoughts you’re struggling to push from your mind.

“Hi, Y/N!” Cindy is dressed as a cat to match Hunter’s dog costume. “Looks like the girls are having a successful night.”

“They got king-size Hersheys at the last house,” you tell her.

“Oh, those are always the best houses. I’m surprised neither of you stayed home to give out candy.”

“We-ell,” you say slowly, drawing the word out as you shoot your husband a pointed look. “Someone at the whole bowl of candy in secret, so we didn’t have any candy to give out.”

Dean blushes, adorable pink spots high on his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. Cindy laughs. When he’s distracted by Abby tugging on his coat and bends down to listen to what she’s saying, Cindy turns a knowing smile on you. She doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what she’s thinking. Every woman in the neighborhood has a massive crush on Dean.

After you say goodnight to Cindy and continue on your way, Dean loops his arm around your waist and tugs you in close.

“Want some more whiskey?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No.” You lean into his side. You should probably eat something when you get back to the house but the buzz you’re feeling is pleasant and warm in combination with the low-level arousal still burning in your belly. “No, I want to make sure I remember tonight.”

Dean groans.

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