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ssa-montgomery · 1 year

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we're slaves to any semblance of touch (part 2)

Part 1

Word Count: 7833

Summary: It's been a couple of days since Y/N lost her virginity to Daryl Dixon and they're trying to navigate their new relationship and their feelings towards one another.

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader, Maggie Rhee

Warnings: Swearing, gossiping with Maggie, fluff, talk of feelings and relationships, some insecure Daryl, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, some praise kink, unprotected sex, lingerie, doggy style

A/N: I hadn't originally planned to make this a two-part one-shot but I got some requests on here for more of this story and I couldn't resist! I leaned a bit more into exploring their relationship in this one but there is still some very fun smut too! I don't know why but I always find the second part hardest to write, I'm always a little nervous it won't live up to the standard of the first so I hope you all enjoy this just as much! As of posting this, it is after midnight so it's technically the 26th but I still want to wish you all a very happy holiday season if you celebrate! Now, Merry Christmas ya filthy animals, enjoy your smut ;)

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The light of the sun was blinding as it bounced off the metal gate of the prison in front of you, forcing your attention to the side view mirror as you attempted to shield your eyes. You could see the view behind you reflected back, the sun hanging low over the tree line you'd just emerged from while it lit up the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was beautiful but you were also reminded that you were once again returning later than you would have liked. Rick murmured something next to you, most likely talking to himself you assumed but either way you had other matters on your mind.

You'd promised Maggie a gossip session as soon as you were home and you were sure she'd be waiting for you. She'd seen everything that day you'd left her alone in the watch tower. From the subtle touches sitting by Daryl's bike to the way you'd led him away, disappearing into the empty cellblock for over an hour before emerging, dishevelled and wearing his worn-down shirt. The next time she'd seen you alone she practically cornered you in the laundry room, trying to pry any information she could from you about what happened but Carol called for your help just in time to save you from her questions.

You bid your goodbyes to Rick after you helped him unload everything you'd managed to grab on the supply run and set off in the direction of the first place you could think to check for Maggie. It was the right choice, Maggie already waiting for you when you rounded the corner. She was sitting in one of your favourite spots in the prison, an old wooden bench tucked away in the far corner of the courtyard. During the day the courtyard was busy, filled with the buzz of everyone going about their days and the bench let you sit together, watching everyone while still being far enough away that they couldn't hear as you gossip about them and swapped stories of everything that happened in the prison that week.

Her face lit up when she spotted you quickly making your way across the courtyard towards her, a certain excited spark in her eyes that spelt trouble for you. From your brief exchange during her earlier ambush, you knew she was full of questions about everything that happened and if you were being quite honest with yourself, you were glad to have someone to share it with, to finally be able to say it all out loud.

It had been a couple of days now since what happened with Daryl and yet it was still the only thing on your mind. It was the only thing you wanted to talk about but it simply wasn't an appropriate conversation topic with certain members of your group until you knew Daryl was comfortable with people knowing. Every moment you had was consumed by the thoughts of it. Of him. When you did let your mind wander a little too far in that direction it was like you could still feel his hands all over you, hear his harsh breath in your ear as he hovered over you, feel the pressure of -

You shook your head, snapping your mind back to reality as you calmed your now racing thoughts. You took a seat next to Maggie, crossing one leg over the other as you hoped she didn't notice the subtle way you pressed your thighs together while you did it, trying to ignore the growing ache between them at the flashbacks to what exactly Daryl had done to you.

"There ain't no runnin' away from me now." Maggie chuckled as she threw her arm over the back of the bench, turning to face you as she gave her full attention to you, ready for the hottest gossip the prison had seen in a long time. "Carol ain't here to save you with chores and I want my answers."

"Okay fine." You gave in, shooting her a teasing smile at her determination to get you to confess. She'd been one of your most loyal friends since you met her back at her daddy's farm and you knew she'd been rooting for the two of you ever since you first told her about your crush.

Having you and Daryl possibly become more public about your relationship would also take some of the spotlight away from her and Glenn being the freshest couple at the prison which you were sure she'd be grateful for too. There wasn't much form of entertainment at the end of the world and everyone admittedly including yourself and Daryl had taken to teasing the new couple.

She just wanted to see you happy after everything you'd been through and you knew even if she didn't say it out loud, she wanted the best for Daryl too. Even if she wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if he found a way to mess this up and break your heart. "Ask away, whatever you want to know."

"Well, first and most importantly, I want to hear you say it." You opened your mouth to protest but you quickly fell silent when it was met with a stern look from Maggie. You should have known she'd bring this up, wanting to claim her bragging rights in the whole situation. She playfully shoved your shoulder when you rolled your eyes at her, sticking out your tongue. "Come on, you know exactly what I want and we're not moving on until you say it."

"Thank you Maggie I would have been far too much of a coward to make a move without your encouragement and I owe the whole relationship to you." You raised your voice an octave, faking a sweet, innocent voice as you dramatically sighed. Maggie snorted at your performance and the two of you burst out into a fit of laughter.

"So is a relationship then? You two decided to date or was there even much time for talkin' 'bout it?" She asked, it was a more serious question now but there was still that suggestive tone lacing her voice on the last part of her question.

"Hey behave yourself you! We talked alright? It wasn't all just us - I mean we haven't talked properly about the whole couple thing yet but it's not a one-night stand, that much is clear." You'd known for a long time now that there was nothing you wanted more than a relationship with Daryl. The sex with him was obviously incredible but there was something about the gentle intimacy between the two of you that you couldn't get over.

He made you feel safe in a world that was the furthest thing from it. You wanted more from him, more of the soft touches he allowed himself when he thought no one was looking, the touch on your waist as he passed behind you on a run or the gentle tap on your shoulder to get your attention. He wasn't a very public person but you wanted to show everyone how much you meant to each other. "There were a couple of mentions of a next time and he seemed genuine about it."

"You really do care 'bout him huh?" Maggie let her head tip to the side with a gentle sigh as she watched the hopeful and loving look settle over your features while you spoke. You didn't need to say anything, the answer to her question was written all over your face. You'd never been able to hide the fact that the simple mention of his name lit up your eyes in the purest way. You'd never cared for anyone like this and it felt as if no one else could understand how deep these feelings for him ran. Maybe there was a part of you that couldn't even quite grasp it yourself. There was a shift in the innocent atmosphere you'd lost yourself in when you looked up and met her gaze, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Was the sex at least as good as you'd hoped after all that waitin'?"

"Maggie." You shot her an exasperated look at her question, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks. Good didn't exactly feel like a big enough word to describe how Daryl made you feel but you weren't about to give Maggie a detailed description of that.

"Oh come on, Daryl Dixon is one of the most secretive, private people in this community and you ain't gonna tell me what he's like when you strip all that away? Or you know, strip him down in your case."

"It was incredible. It was everythin' I could ever have dreamed of and yet so much more. He's a true gentleman under all that fight and snark with one hell of an inappropriate way of talkin' and that is all the information you're gettin' outta me on the matter." You stated, reinforcing your point by raising your hands in the air at the first sign of protest from her. You may have had more experience now but it was still a topic that made you flustered to think about and you weren't willing to discuss the details of your sex life with others yet.

"I really am glad to see you this happy Y/N," Maggie said then reaching a hand out to hold yours where it was sitting in your lap. Her tone was more serious now, trying to make sure you heard her as she gave your hand a light squeeze. "You two deserve each other."

"Thank you, Maggie. Jokin' aside I really do appreciate you pushin' me to make that first move." You watched something in her expression change as you spoke, an amused glint shining in her eyes as they focused on something behind you.

"I guess that's my cue to leave, here comes your lover boy." You were only briefly aware of the chuckle Maggie let out as she stood up from the bench, watching you spin around at full speed. You could feel your heart skip a beat when you saw Daryl walking towards you. He nodded politely to Maggie who shot you one last knowing look over her shoulder before she passed by him, disappearing through the door he'd just walked out of.

He was wearing one of his cut-up shirts, the sleeves frayed where he'd taken a knife to them, cutting away the material that now showed off his muscular arms to you. You were staring, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not anymore. It was one of your favourite looks on him and maybe if he knew it, it would convince him to wear them a little more often.

You offered Daryl a warm smile as you waved to him, catching your bottom lip between your teeth in a nervous habit as he made his way towards you. It had been challenging to find time to talk to Daryl since that night, a busy couple of days keeping the two of you apart more than you would have liked. It made your heart race as you thought about being alone with him again.

Things had changed between the two of you since that night, that was for sure. You could see it in the subtle things, like the way he was looking at you now. The soft expression on his face betrayed his usual attempt at a colder front as he sat down next to you, his eyes drifting across your face. He didn't hide from you anymore the way he used to.

Now when you felt his eyes on you throughout the day you'd look up to be greeted by the sight of his blue eyes staring into yours and not the embarrassed expression you'd grown used to as he'd try to look away. There was something calmer between the two of you now, almost safer. As if you didn't have to worry anymore, the fear that the other didn't feel the same was finally gone.

"Hey, you." You greeted him, your voice soft as you spoke, unable to hide the smile that broke wide across your face. You tucked one leg up underneath your body as you shifted in your seat, turning to face him as you moved closer. You didn't touch him, not yet, as you tried to gauge the mood of the conversation first but in an instant, it was like everything fell away around you and he was all that mattered.

"Hi." His voice was quiet, almost shy and you could see that small smile that seemed to now be reserved for you and you alone tugging at his lips. It was almost overwhelming for you at times, knowing you got this side of Daryl that nobody else saw, the side that was saved for your quiet moments together when he felt safest. His hand fell to your thigh as he used his grip there to pull you closer towards his side until you were touching, shoulder to shoulder as you leaned into the contact. "What were ya talkin' 'bout with Maggie?"

"Just some handsome redneck that's supposedly wandering around the prison." You teased gently bumping your shoulder into his, hearing him chuckle at you as he pushed back against your shoulder.

"So, yer uh - yer tellin' people 'bout what happened between us then?" There was a slight nervousness in his voice as he spoke, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his pants as he tried to distract himself, not wanting to give away how he really felt.

"Oh well, you know not really. Maggie - Maggie doesn't count. Not in a bad way it's just, she's the one who had to practically push me face first into you to get me to make a damn move so she would have figured it out come hell or high water anyway and I sort of owed her an answer. She's my best friend." You explained with a light laugh hoping to lighten the slight tension Daryl seemed to be holding. You hadn't really thought about the fact that Daryl might not want people to know about what happened between the two of you and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. You just hoped his reaction didn't mean he regretted what had happened. "We don't have to tell people if you don't wanna, it can stay between us."

"In that case, remind me to send that woman a damn gift basket." That sly teasing smirk that you loved so much was back on his face, his eyes watching yours closely as he gently slid his hand into yours. His skin was warm, grounding you in the moment as he laced his fingers with yours, running his thumb along yours. "We ain't gotta hide this if ya wanna tell people. I ain't ashamed of ya or what we did. Just - didn't think you'd want everyone knowin' ya were datin' some redneck like me. Besides if Maggie knows, she's told Glenn, whole prison's gonna know by tomorrow. After the farm, we all know how he is with secrets."

"Datin'?" You tried to mask the giddiness in your voice as you spoke but you were sure the spark in your eyes would give you away. You tilted your head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at him as your mask started to crack, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. It felt so cliché and school-girl-like to think but you could feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach when you heard Daryl say those words. He made you feel like a love-sick teenager and you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Uh, I didn't mean - just meant that we - if you don't wanna - sorry that was stupid to say." You watched him worry the inside of his cheek with his teeth before he couldn't take your gaze anymore, dropping his eyes to his lap. His hair fell down hiding his face from you in the dim light but you could see his nerves clearer than ever in the way he fidgeted with his hands. It was sweet really, the way the archer that was unaffected by almost everything melted into a flustered mess in front of you.

"Daryl." You said softly as you caught his cheek in your hand, tilting his face up until he had no choice but to meet your eyes again. You gave him a warm smile, reassuring him that he hadn't scared you off in any way. You could see him immediately start to relax at the contact, his hands finally stilling in his lap. "I like the sound of that, us datin'. Of course I want everyone to know 'bout us, why wouldn't I? I never wanted us to just be some secret that was all 'bout sex."

"Yeah? Good 'cus you ain't ever gettin' rid of me now." There were times when Daryl didn't feel worthy of you. Times when he felt that someone like you deserved better than him but he was done letting that hold him back from being happy. He leaned in and closed the space between you, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

You melted into the feeling and let your thumb run over the stubble on his cheek as your lips started to move against his, deepening the kiss. It didn't matter to you that you were still only learning the curve of Daryl's lips, you'd craved this ever since that day. You thought maybe no matter how long you had this in your life you'd crave it. Maybe you would always crave the taste of burnt cigarettes and coffee that was so distinctly Daryl's.

Before you could even stop yourself you were giving in to the impulses growing in your mind, pulling yourself even closer to him as his hand found its way to your hair, tugging at the loose strands to deepen the kiss. You shifted up onto your knees and threw your leg over him so you were straddling his lap, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth when you parted your lips for him. You were starting to lose any rational thought, forgetting that you were still sitting in a very public part of the prison as Daryl's hands slid down your back until they were groping at your ass.

You were snapped back to reality when you heard the sound of rattling metal somewhere just behind you, the sudden fear that there was someone else out here with you seeping into your bones. It was late, but not late enough that you could count on everyone in the prison already being asleep. You could feel more than hear Daryl's laugh rumbling against your skin where he'd buried his face into the crook of your neck when you pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes were darting around, scanning the area for the source of the noise with a panicked expression.

"We're in the furthest corner of the prison, you can hear the fence from 'ere. Just walkers that's all. No need to be worryin' yer pretty little head 'bout it." Daryl reassured you, bringing a hand up to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen into your face. You let out a weak laugh at your own nerves and Daryl placed a light kiss against your lips. "Why don't we head back to the cell? Enjoy some time to ourselves?"

"Daryl please yes. I haven't been able to stop thinkin' 'bout you." Your words came out breathy, sounding more like a plea than you'd intended but judging by the dark look in his eyes Daryl seemed more than satisfied by your answer. It wasn't far back to the cell the two of you had now claimed as your own and you held out your hand to Daryl as you pushed yourself off his lap. He happily accept your hand and you raced back across the courtyard together, not willing to part from each other for a second longer than necessary.

When you finally reached the cell you were barely through the door a second and his hands were on your waist again, pining you against the bars as he met you in a bruising kiss. Your back collided with the cell door in a way you were sure would leave bruises in the morning but right now, you couldn't bring yourself to care. It felt like things were moving faster this time. There were no longer the nerves you both had about making the first move now that you'd solidified your relationship and you were starting to find your confidence. The more experience you gained the more sure you became in pressing things further, moving faster.

Your hands untucked his shirt from his pants, pushing under the fabric to find the muscles of his stomach, clinging to the warm feeling of his skin under your touch. You had no idea what this man was doing to you, you'd never dreamed that you could need someone this badly but you were growing addicted to the high he brought you whenever his hands were on your body. You didn't think you could survive without him.

"I've missed ya." He breathed out, his muscles tensing under your hands as his mouth dropped down to kiss below your jaw. He nipped at the sensitive skin before soothing his tongue over it. Not caring what marks he left now that he knew you wanted to go public. "Missed this. Feelin' ya under my mouth. Havin' my hands on this perfect body."

You couldn't form an answer, already growing dizzy as your lungs screamed for air while Daryl pulled you into another frantic kiss, his tongue finding yours as his grip on you grew tighter. Nothing seemed to be enough for him, his hands moved up from your waist, gliding along your sides under your shirt bunching up the material to reveal more of your skin as he went.

His movements stopped and you could see the way his eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with lust until they almost entirely swallowed the blue of his eyes. The tips of his fingers had pressed far enough up your sides to finally catch the soft lace of your bra and the feeling of it seemed to snap something inside him.

He didn't waste a second longer as he reached for the hem of your loose shirt and threw it over your head not giving a damn where it landed as he dropped it to the ground next to you. He took a step back for a moment, his fingers tracing across the swell of your breasts as he took in the sight of what you were wearing. It was a lacy push-up bra in a deep maroon colour with black lacing that ran over the cups. The padding inside made you look easily a cup size bigger and the plunge between your cleavage left very little to the imagination, in fact, you weren't sure how you hadn't already spilt out of the cups. It was certainly a far cry from the flimsy washed-out sports bra you wore the last time Daryl had seen you like this.

"Just when I thought yer tits couldn't get any prettier ya go and wrap 'em up in lace." His voice was low as he spoke, heavy with the strength it was taking to hold himself back from not ripping the bra off you right there and then. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the way they moved with the steady rise and fall of your chest. "Did ya pick that out just for me? Did ya know how wild it would drive me?"

"It's all for you. Always." You nodded sweetly, looking up at him through your heavy lashes. It was rare that you actually looked for clothes for yourself anymore, usually just taking whatever was available and in a similar size but during your first supply run after your night with Daryl you'd found yourself in a clothing store. There was a lingerie section tucked away in the corner of the store and it had more than inspired a few outfits you knew Daryl would love after your last promise to him. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd done with the panties he'd stolen from you that day. "I mean after all I did promise you a cuter pair of panties, didn't I? Why not go for a matchin' set?"

"Damn woman, ya really do know how to treat me right doncha? How did I get so lucky?" Daryl dropped his lips to ghost across your chest, letting his tongue drag across the bare skin as his hands made quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs and let you kick them off to the side to reveal the matching panties.

They sat high on your hips, showing your curves even more than usual and Daryl couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. His fingers danced along the lace on the waistband, just barely dipping past it to feel your warm skin while he mouthed over your breasts through the bra, the feeling still enough to make you arch into the contact. "Get on the bed sweetheart. Spread your legs."

You immediately moved towards the bed, trying to stay as composed as possible as you listened to his every instruction, pushing yourself away from the cell door with unsteady legs. You could feel Daryl's eyes on you the entire time like he was watching every tiny movement, ready to pounce on you at any second as he watched the way your new panties sat highlighting the curve of your ass while you moved. You sat down in the centre of the bed, leaning your weight back on your elbows as you let your head tilt back towards the pillows, the position pushing your breasts out every more in your bra.

You were still new to this, the seduction and teasing part of your relationship but you wanted to learn. You wanted to learn how to rile Daryl up until he couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to look sexy for him. Little did you know it wasn't like you had to try very hard to seduce Daryl, one bat from your eyelashes and he would drop everything and anything for you and fall at your feet.

"Do you have somethin' else in mind that you wanna teach me, Daryl?" You tried to keep your voice steady, holding onto that almost innocent tone in your voice but the way your heart was beating gave you away. It was hammering so hard against your ribs at the thought of what was about to happen that you were sure Daryl could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest from where he was still standing on the opposite side of the cell. Hell, at this rate he could probably hear it with those keen tracking skills of his.

"Oh, I have plenty more to teach ya darlin'." Daryl's voice was gravelly, even more so than usual as he carefully and slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, making a show out of it as he stalked across the small cell until he was towering over you next to the bed. He waited until he knew you were watching before he let the material fall from his shoulders, throwing it over the desk against the wall.

Even in the dim light, you could see the map of scars littered across his skin. You wanted to reach and touch them, take the time to admire his body even more than you had the first time and in the way he deserved but there was something about the way he was watching you had you frozen in place as you waited for him to make his next move. "But this ain't 'bout what I can teach ya right now. It's 'bout what I'm gonna do to ya. I made you a promise the last time."

Your mind raced as you tried to remember what exactly he had promised you that night, you were so drunk on the feeling of his touch on your skin that after a while his words just became noise. Your lack of memory left you with no idea what was in store for you now and the thought filled you with adrenaline. His hands found your hips as he easily lifted your waist from the bed, moving you until you were propped up against the pillows, your body pinned under his where he had now crawled onto the bed over you.

His lips started at your jaw, slowly leaving wet, open-mouthed down on the side of your throat and across the junction of your neck and shoulder until he met your collarbones. He took his time in leaving a mark there, just above your cleavage where he could be sure the view in that bra was his and his alone. His lips and teeth worked together until there was a purple bruise forming against your skin.

He didn't stop there, continuing his trail down your chest over your bra to your stomach, leaving red marks all across your skin in his wake. He was taking his time to worship every single part of you he could reach with his mouth, kissing across the soft skin of your stomach while his hands caressed up and down your waist. It was only as he dragged his tongue lower down your navel towards the waistband of your panties that you realised what he was doing.

You buried your fingers in his hair, slowly dragging your nails over his scalp as he finally lay completely between your legs, his head placed perfectly between your thighs. He was centimetres away from where you both really wanted him and you could feel every nerve in your body standing on edge with anticipation as his breath fanned out over your skin.

He took in the sight of the dark wet patch that was already growing on the front of your panties and he could feel his boxers getting tighter at the thought of what he was doing to you. He brought a finger up to lightly run through your folds over the material and you let out a gasp at the movement, the lace doing little to dampen the feeling. The sounds tumbling from your mouth only seemed to surge him on as he leaned in and let his tongue follow the same path his finger had just taken.

"Ya know I was wrong last time. You don't just taste sweet, ya taste like fuckin' heaven." Daryl drawled as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs until they landed on the floor. He didn't waste a second, dipping his head back down again to let his tongue lap across you without any barrier this time. "Wasn't enough, just tastin' ya off my fingers but I'm gonna taste every inch of ya now. Could drown in this pussy."

The wet feeling of Daryl's tongue against your clit was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The pressure was different and yet worlds beyond that of his fingers. You didn't think it could get much better than the orgasm he had given you the first time you'd had sex but hell this might come close. Your eyes snapped shut as your hand tightened in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible as his tongue flatten against you.

He was keeping good on his word, not an inch of you going ignored as his tongue licked at every part of you, flicking at your clit before he turned his attention to your folds again. He took his time, building you up until a whine broke free from your throat before he ran his tongue back over your clit and closed his lips around it, sucking lightly. You might have spent your days admiring just how skilled his fingers were but his tongue was rivalling that, if not beating it with its precision.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, using the new leverage to pin your hips down against the mattress to keep you from rutting against his face at the feeling. Not that he was complaining really, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him painfully hard every time he thought about the possibility of you using his face like that. Maybe the next time he eat you out he'd let you ride his face and take everything you wanted from him. Each pass of his tongue over your clit made you wetter to the point where you were dripping down his chin and he was chasing every drop, losing himself in your taste.

Your whines and moans of his name were growing louder and louder by the minute as you started to lose control, the scruff on his cheeks burning the insides of your thighs while he held you in place. Everything seemed to be too much and yet not enough all at once as you tried to buck your hips into the feeling despite Daryl's tight grip on you. You could feel yourself rapidly building towards the edge and you couldn't stop yourself, not that you'd want to. The new sensations were too much for your body to hold back from.

"Daryl I'm - I'm so close -" You panted out as your hands desperately tried to find any purchase on his hair, the sheets anything you could reach but you were starting to lose the ability to focus enough to hold onto anything. He kept up his pace on your clit, holding you on that edge while his tongue rolled around your clit in circles. Slowly he started to work you up even more, his lips sucking around your clit again while he slid two fingers inside of you. There was still a slight burn with that first stretch as he pushed his fingers into you but it was easier this time, you'd body already starting to learn to take him.

"C'mon sweetheart, cum for me. Wanna hear ya screamin' my name." Daryl murmured against your skin, barely taking his mouth off you for a second as the sound vibrated through your clit and lit your nerves on fire. That was all it took. His words, the gentle encouragement combined with the feeling of his fingers hooking against your g-spot sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed.

He lifted his lips away from your clit and slowed the thrusts of his fingers but never fully withdrew them from you, helping you ride through your orgasm with his name a broken cry on your lips. When your body finally stilled he brought a hand up and brushed your hair from your face where it was stuck to the sweat coating your skin, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You whined out at the taste of yourself in his mouth as his tongue ran across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. "Just as fuckin' pretty when yer cummin' for me as I remember. So damn perfect in every way."

"Mhm, Daryl that was incredible." You hummed as you stretched out against the sheets trying to regain control of your body as you slowly came down from your high. You rolled onto your side and let out a content sigh as you settled against the pillows. Daryl chuckled lightly, watching you get comfortable as he collapsed down onto the bed next to you. He gently dragged his fingers up your back, catching on the clasp of your bra before he finally undid it, throwing it aside to join the rest of your clothes. As sexy as the piece looked you had to admit, you were so much more comfortable without it, letting out a relieved groan.

"Trust me, with how good that pussy tastes it was just as good for me, sweetheart." He whispered against your ear, his breath fanning against the already overheated skin of your neck. He'd settled himself behind you now, his hands on your waist as he pulled your back flush against his chest. In this position, you could feel the hard evidence of just how much he'd enjoyed it.

He was trying his best to give you the time to come down from your orgasm, not wanting to overwork you but his erection was straining against his pants and you could feel him pressed against the back of your thigh. His hands were gentle with you, stroking over your stomach and shoulders as he held you close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you but every now and then he couldn't hold back anymore, rocking his hips against you. Little did he know you were ready to go again from just the feeling of his erection against you alone.

"Daryl." Your voice was quiet as squirmed in his arms but he could tell by your tone that you were planning something. You let one hand slip behind you, reaching to pull at the waistband of his pants. You couldn't quite pull them down at this angle but it was enough for him to get the hint. You'd had your fun but now you wanted to help him have his too. You were less nervous this time and you wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you instead of just worrying about your ability or if he'd hurt you. "Whatever you're thinkin' 'bout, do it. I want you to get off too."

"Nah. Nah c'mon it's only yer second time, I want it to be 'bout you, not me -" He brought a hand up to caress your cheek but instead you caught at his wrist, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm.

"Daryl." You shot him a heavy-lidded look over your shoulder that said everything he needed to know. You wanted this. You wanted him and the true side of what he wanted, not just him when he was taking care of you. You weren't above begging when you got this worked up either. "Please. I'm all yours to use."

That was all it took for his resolve to break. Once the words left your mouth his hands were on your shoulders, rolling you onto your stomach in a second. His hips were still pressed against yours, pinning you down while you moaned out into the pillow at the sudden movement. Your body was practically humming with excitement at the idea of what was next.

He sat up off you and pulled at the button and zipper of his pants, trying desperately to free himself but you could still feel him there, towering over you with his knees on either side of your waist. His fingertips brushed your neck as he pushed your hair off your back and over one shoulder before placing a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. Just as you melted into the contact he stood up, pushing his pants and underwear down to the ground in movement, leaving you alone on the bed.

"Hands and knees sweetheart." His voice was more demanding than he'd been with you before and the sound of it sent a chill down your spine in the best way possible as you felt his fingers ghosting across your back. You immediately, willing your body to calm the shaking in your hands as you pushed yourself up onto your knees until you were in the position he wanted. "Atta girl."

You felt the bed dip behind you as he knelt in place between your knees, taking in the sight in front of him. He rested his hands on your hips before tightening his grip, tilting them down more until the curve of your back made your ass stick out even more for him. He let his fingertips run across your curves until his hands finally settled over your ass, groping at the flesh there as he spread you open to him.

"D'know how wild ya drive me? D'know how much I stare at this perfect ass when I'm watchin' ya walkin' 'round all day? 'Specially in those lil' shorts ya love to wear when ya know I'm gonna see ya. What do ya think the others think of it huh?" You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you hung on to every word he was saying, waiting for his next move as you kept your head staring at the pillow in front of you. He leaned down and kissed the centre of your back while one hand slipped down to your entrance and carefully pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned out at the feeling of him working you open as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out. "Should be easier this time, won't hurt as much now. Ya can take it, I know ya can."

His words were softer than before, encouraging you as he worked over before pulling his fingers from you and dropping his hand to instead wrap around the base of his cock. He used your slick that was coating his fingers to lube his cock as he pumped himself before lightly teasing the head through your folds. You arched back, pushing your hips back against him even more as you tried to get him to hurry up. It didn't take much convincing, his body already worked up with how turned on he was and he pushed forward, sliding into you. You groaned out at the feeling but he was right, the pain faded almost instantly, your body adjusting to him quicker this time with the added help of your earlier orgasm.

"S'fuckin' good," Daryl mumbled as his hands gripped your waist trying to steady himself from moving too fast, his hips rocking against you. His hips ground against your ass as he rutted against you, giving you a minute before he started to really move. It felt different than last time in this position, the new angle making Daryl hit your g-spot perfectly. Your breath was forced from your lungs as he finally started to move, your gasps melting into broken cries of his name with every rough thrust. "Yer pussy feels so perfect squeezin' 'round my dick like that sweetheart."

Your mind was already struggling to keep up as you tried to focus on holding yourself up on your hands, each of Daryl's thrusts growing harsher, the force pushing you forward. His thrusts were growing faster with each pass, each movement rougher than the last as he seemed to lose himself in the feeling, letting his body entirely take over. His hands moved from their bruising hold on your waist and snaked up your sides, almost tickling your ribs with featherlight touches before they settled over your breasts, pawing at your chest.

He toyed with your nipples before pinching them between his fingers, the feelings mixing with that of his cock dragging against your walls in the best way possible was becoming too much for you. Your arms became too weak to continue like this, dropping from your hands onto your elbows as you tried to hold on. The drop deepened the arch of your back even more as the movement let Daryl thrust deeper inside you, the feeling making you moan out so loudly you were sure it would hurt your throat in the morning.

"Daryl - fuck I'm - more please -" He brought his fingers to your clit, trying to match his rhyme as he rubbed it in tight circles, making you clench around him. It didn't take much more than that, one last thrust and flick over your clit and you were screaming out his name against the pillow. Your hands grabbed at the sheets as you tried to ride out your orgasm, your body squirming away from Daryl but he tightened his grip on you, not letting up his pace.

"Shit yer gonna make me cum just soundin' like that," Daryl growled out against your ear as you whined out with every thrust, your body starting to become overstimulated. He dropped his grip on your waist which was now the only thing holding you up and let you collapse completely against the bed. He collapsed on top of you, his full weight pressing down on top of you while he pressed his body into your back, continuing to rut against you. He was growing sloppy, his thrusts turning to him grinding against you, unable to maintain the pace he'd originally set as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck Darlin' - I fuck -"

You reached a hand behind you and buried it in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands as he covered your neck in hot, opened-mouth kisses. His groans were getting more high-pitched now, breaking into moans and curses of your name as his hips snapped against you.

"Come on baby let me feel you cummin' for me." You weren't sure where you found the courage but the words were out of your mouth before you could even process it, surprising even yourself. The encouragement had Daryl's hips stuttering against you while he thrust into you one last time and held himself as close to you as he could as he finally came, panting out against your skin.

It took him a minute to fully recover, his heart racing after one of the best orgasms he'd ever had before he lifted his weight off you. It was almost comforting having Daryl's weight pressed against you but you were willing to admit it was starting to get to the point where he was crushing your smaller frame. He wrapped his arms around your chest protectively and rolled you both onto your side, not pulling just yet as he let himself soften inside you. He felt you shake in his arms as he held you, worry that he'd hurt you taking over before he realised it was laughter.

"What's so funny huh?" He asked looking down at you a questioning smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your flushed nose. You were beautiful to him like this, all worn out and yet still glowing.

"I just still can't believe you're mine, and officially mine now too." You chuckled reaching a hand up to brush your fingertips across his cheek as you watched him with a loving expression.

"I've always been yours Y/N." He whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It was the truth. Ever since Daryl first laid eyes on you, there was no doubt that you owned his heart.

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wanna-b-poet31 · 9 months

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So...Manipulation And The Metatron (GO S2 Spoilers)

So, listen, that ending though? These are just some of my thoughts (and I promise a more cohesive meta later) but I noticed that when recounting how the Metatron described Aziraphale (as the ideal candidate for supreme archangel) he says:

1) Aziraphale is a Leader 2) Aziraphale is honest 3) Aziraphale does not “just tell people what they want to hear”

And then, that the above qualities are the reason that Gabriel came to him in the first place (Metatron imagines). Now, this isn’t an Aziraphale hate post (in fact I have so much empathy for my poor Angel) but none of those things are true and we see why these points are wrong played out in our minisode flashbacks.

On the first count: Aziraphale is a Leader This implies a sense of individuality and ability to work with others well. Sure he works with Crowley well, and he did just protect his Bookshop from being burnt to a crisp. But, he wasn’t leading anyone and in the 1826 flashback in Edenborough, he cannot lead any of the humans towards good (it’s only when he partners with Crowley and follows his lead that Elsbeth is able to find a different avenue in life. Additionally, he was put into a leadership position in Season 1 (to lead a battalion of Angels for Armageddon)_ and he blatantly, outright REFUSED. He does not want that responsibility and he does not do well in those situations without Crowley.

On the second Count: Aziraphale is Honest. The entire point of the Job Minisode was to establish that Aziraphale has no problem lying to Heaven, the Angels, (we already knew he was okay lying to G*d as that was his literal first scene in Season 1, Ep. 3), and demons (a la the 1941 minisode).

Part of the point of saving Job’s children hinged on him lying. Saving Crowley from the “evidence” of their closeness, relied on him lying. Hell, even the catalyst for getting Wee Morag killed was because he lied about changing the body. Aziraphale. Is. NOT. Honest. (and that’s okay). If anything, it’s Crowley who generally is reliably genuine (at least to Aziraphale) and it helps highlight how his moral compass works.

For more thoughts on this, I literally wrote like 10 Meta about it in 2019. I’ll link one here.

On the third Count: Aziraphale does not just tell people what they want to hear

Across all of the Minisodes (and in the pre-time flashback) Aziraphale’s main response to stress is to either distract from the situation and/or tell people what they want to hear. For example: While he doesn’t tell Crowley what he wants to hear (that his nebula system will go on indefinitely), he does try to tell him that the think he’s already made is beautiful and capitulates alot to Crowley’s assertions about G*d. In Job’s parable, he tells the angels what they want to hear about the children (both before they save them and after) In 1826, he tells the surgeon and Elsbeth what they want to hear after he figures a way of making his morals “work” for their bodysnatching plan. In 1941, he lies and tells the demons after Crowley what they want to hear (although as a lie to save Crowley from punishment) This is all to say that the first way the Metatron tries to entice Aziraphale to his side is through empty praise (especially empty if he indeed has been “taking a closer look at his previous jobs and seen the partnership he has with Crowley”). When it doesn’t work, when appealing to Aziraphale’s inner insecurities is still met with resistance, then, and only then, does the Metatron brings out the “trump card”: An appeal to ensure Crowley’s safety. I find in interesting though that these 3 characteristics (values Aziraphale has, for sure) were chosen to try to persuade him. I wonder why they were picked when they more accurately describe Crowley.

Crowley, the demon who took charge on saving Aziraphale, orchestrating rescues and then later taking charge to save the humans, (and then also took charge in saving Nina and Maggie when Michael wanted to turn them to pillars of salt).

Crowley, the demon who is heartbreakingly honest to Aziraphale and refuses to lie to him (although his omissions this season are apparent to the audience, they are not to Aziraphale).

Crowley, the demon who does not tell Aziraphale what he wants to hear because he much more values honestly and genuinely believes in the angel’s goodness. I think these 3 values were chosen to make Aziraphale think about Crowley, priming him for the “promise” of safety later.

I’m not sure (I’m still processing the ending as are we all) but those were just some thoughts/observations I had. Thanks for entertaining my ramblings?

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #go s2 #go s2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #metatron #the metatron

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thesherrinfordfacility · 9 months

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@theeminentlyimpractical raised obviously a really, really good point in her post; the fact that the bentley becomes valid property of an angel makes it so shax cannot enter without his permission (and crowley accepts it etc). so it would indicate that it's his invitation that unlocks it, so to speak.

so what does this say about the bookshop in ep6? how is it that maggie, by all accounts is a human, is able to give permission for them to enter? how is her permission able to supercede aziraphale's clear "you are not welcome here." is it because her shop still sits in the boundary line? is it that anyone can give that power if they are under its protection? why is human 'power' recognised by demons? ...or is it?

i know there have been theories floating around to varying degrees that maggie might be a demon, or might be 'the only one awake'... that she misspelt 'urgency' within the first ten minutes, has had a record shop carved out of aziraphale's bookshop at the time of her great-grandmother, and seems utterly unphased by the magic spell (?) during the ball...

i put to you, members of the jury (and i can't believe im typing out this potential nonsense) that she may be fallen, but fallen to human. given the emphasis on memory, that she has lost any recollection of being an angel, but still retains some of her power. is able to resist the bookshop miracle, but is overcome with her love for nina that:

she's shown as being a music lover, kind and selfless, and brave... familiar qualities. she wears gold angel-wing earrings (struggling to get a good enough shot of them, but strike me as being similar to aziraphale's ring). she dresses in vaguely lighter clothing with darker elements (cardigan etc.) up until the ball. she describes her teenage years as being rather tame, and doesn't partake in alcohol (which, let's be clear, is a perfectly valid thing on its own, but just pointing it out!)...

aziraphale is obviously very comfortable with her - probably because she reflects crowley, but also thinking about his comment about the "beehive". she had brothers, and has "spent her whole life being scared"…

and ultimately, isn't this kind of resolution the sort that as it stands, we're predicting aziraphale and crowley's story to come to, even if they choose not to? i realise a lot of her characteristics are shown as being a reflection of aziraphale but truly she mirrors crowley's character arc... but maybe it's something more than that?

#good omens #utter bullshit once again BUT the bit about permission into the shop is bothering me #we need to talk about maggie theory #sanctuary/bentley theory

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sharpfamily · 10 months

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***Compiled and written by Tea and Tess***

Clarence Aesop Sharp

A few weeks after their honeymoon, Aesop and his wife find out they are expecting their first child. They are overjoyed at the prospect of being parents, however in a cruel twist of fate the boy is stillborn. After months of intense grief and healing, they are finally able to make peace with losing their firstborn.

Clarence is named after his maternal grandfather, who is one of the only biological relatives of his mother’s that she has fond memories of.

Magdala Dinah "Maggie" Sharp

Slytherin

When her parents started to make peace with losing their firstborn but a little bit before they were ready to actively try again, little Maggie decided it was her time to join the family. Named after her paternal grandmother and her father's closest friend.

She is a natural leader and if you tell her something can’t be done, it’ll just make her want to do it even more! Fiercely intelligent, confident, but also quite humble. The ringleader of the 4 Sharp children. She’s also the one who butts heads with their mother the most, she doesn’t understand why her mother is so anxious at having a daughter who wants to explore the world and have adventure after adventure. She doesn’t know a lot about the adventures her mother had when she was in school, but she guesses something must have happened to make her this resistant…

Maggie has had a lifelong passion for beasts, and as an adult she moves to America to study beasts native to the continent where she settles down and has a family of her own.

Eleazar Sebastian Sharp

Ravenclaw

Aesop and his wife were actively preventing pregnancy, however even potions masters make mistakes when brewing, and a little too much powdered bicorn horn rendered this month’s contraceptive potion useless. Anyone who can count knows that Eleazar was conceived during Aesop’s final week of employment at Hogwarts.

Eleazar is named after his mother's late mentor as well as one of her closest friends. Eleazar is quiet and a little shy, as well as very kind and compassionate. He demonstrated a knack for potion making practically before he showed signs of magic, and is the only Sharp child to have never received detention.

After graduation he apprentices with his father works for the family business, growing and eventually inheriting Sharp & Son, potions and draughts for all occasions. He eventually marries a muggle woman who, despite her lack of magic, takes the reigns of the business aspect of the shop so her husband can focus solely on brewing.

Theodore Ashley Sharp

Slytherin

Theodore is the oldest of the twins, a mere 15 minutes but he never fails to remind his sister of it.

He has wanted to be an Auror for as long as he can remember, which should come as no surprise as he is named after his late paternal grandfather who was a muggle policeman, as well as his father’s late partner. Theodore is intelligent, charismatic, extremely sensitive and while also very talented, doesn’t pick up on things as easily as his siblings do which sometimes makes him feel self conscious.

He’s the one of the bunch who has served detention the most, starting with week one of attending Hogwarts, where he got in a duel with three older students, attempting to defend a muggleborn first year from the pureblood supremacist older students.

Theodore is the one who butts heads with his father the most and when Aesop confides in his mother his frustrations, fears and worries regarding his youngest son, he is promptly reminded that Aesop was exactly the same when he was that age.

Theodore has a couple exciting years in the field as an Auror before he and his partner decide it’s time to take a promotion in the Ministry that would entail better pay, more stable hours, and a less dangerous job. There’s someone his partner wants to marry, you see, and she won’t humor a proposal from an Auror working in the field.

(F/N) Natalie "Natty" Sharp

Slytherin

Natty is the youngest of the children, but only by 15 minutes! She really doesn’t see what all the fuss is about!

Unlike her siblings, she didn’t really know what she wanted to do career wise while she was in school, not wanting for her entire identity to be able to be summed up by her career choice.

She is named after her mother as well as one of her mother's closest friends. She went by her first name as a child, however during her sorting ceremony, the Sorting Hat told her that she was in fact named after the “Hero of Hogwarts” and this combined with her exceptionally strong magic (she almost decapitated Professor Ronen the first time he had them play Summoner’s Court!) made her feel like she was under some sort of pressure to match her mother’s exceptional accomplishments. So during winter break of her first year, she confided in her twin and together they talked to their parents. It was her mother’s idea that she use her middle name and from that moment on she was known to the world as “Natty Sharp”.

A master negotiator with a quick wit, she can spot a lie from a mile away. She can usually keep her brother in check, and is the one responsible for him and his partner leaving field work in exchange for something more stable and safe. As much as she loved his partner, she wouldn’t accept his proposal while he was still in such a dangerous job.

She takes a job working at the Ministry upon graduation and climbs the ranks, eventually becoming the British delegate to the International Confederation of Wizards.

(Dad would never admit it, but he doesn't want to lose his potion lab in the cellar, as it's the only room left that could become a bedroom! -T)

If any of you have any questions about us or how it's been growing up with the parents we have, please feel free to send us an owl and one of us will try to answer as best we can! Just... no gross stuff about our parents, please!

Magdala, Eleazar, Theodore and Natalie

#aesop sharp x reader #hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp #professor sharp #aesop sharp x mc #tag: the sharp family #fanfiction #clarence sharp #magdala sharp #eleazar sharp #theodore sharp #Natalie Sharp

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lightweaver-with-cats · 6 months

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Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers, summary, thoughts, and general obsession.

I love it, absolutely all of it. I love the space we have to see more of 😇😈❤️, I love seeing their relationship enduring through time and space. I wasn’t surprised at the ending though. Aziraphale’s character though having his rebellious side, still believes the ultimate good of Heaven, because it is the closest institution to God, therefore it must be right. He acknowledges that there are flaws, that’s why when given the chance to fix it from within(That’s what they are saying, but I don’t trust the Metatron), he will take that opportunity. Crowley on the other hand, prioritizes Aziraphale over ANYTHING. He does not want to be in a toxic environment that has forsaken him, and he does not believe that it can be changed. Nor does he care, because to him just having Aziraphale is enough.

I believe the Metatron played a classic war time move, absorb the enemy, control them, so they won’t be able to harm your own plans. Keeping Aziraphale as Archangel will be the best way to limit his moves, so he won’t cause trouble. Let the enemy be loyal to you, so you can accomplish your own plans to destroy much more.

I like Nina and Maggie haha, I like the storyline and how it’s positioned to be a simile of A & C’s relationship. I also like how they decided to confront Crowley and Aziraphale, because they see that while the Angel and demon are trying to push M & N ‘s relationship to flourish into love, A & C are actually trying to admit their own feelings for each other. Something about parallel storytelling man…SO FUN.

Btw! Can someone in the comments please tell me why Aziraphale couldn’t hypnotize(miracle, mind control, you know what I mean) Maggie? Also I knew that they are played by the same people who played the nuns! I love the way they brought these two back! Such different roles too! Could it be that they are sort of like doppelgängers of the other two characters so that they can resist magic? Or because they are using the actual actors’ names, it’s almost like breaking the fourth wall, so they are more from our universe than Good Omen’s universe? Those are my only guesses.

I feel like there are lots more to say, but I’m too sleepy…I can’t wait to rewatch the show tomorrow!

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale needs to work on himself #aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #crowly x aziraphale #crowly #good omens 2 spoilers #maggie and nina #neil gaiman #sir terry pratchett #amazon prime #i can’t stop watching this #I love this show too much #I love their relationship so much

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renee-writer · 1 year

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Out of Time Chapter Seventy-four

AO3

The honeymoon period ends with wee Alex. Mary’s cry rouses all. Jamie, sleeping in a room beside them, gets there first. Jenny and the children aren’t far behind.

“What?”

“Jamie! He is hot, feverish.” He takes the lad while his sister and the children stand mute outside the door.

“What is wrong?” he coos, even as he, unbundles him and goes to take his temperature. He finds Mary is right. He is feverish. Now to find out why.

“Jamie?” his sister, Maggie in her arms and the lads around her, looks at him.

“38.8°” He reports. Not to high for someone Maggie ‘s age but for Alex, it is scary.

“I will get these guys resettled and come help.” He nods, thinking. Blood, urine, does he want to try and reduce the fever? They are helpful, up to a point. Has that line been crossed yet?”

“Mary, is he nursing?” He prepares to draw blood.

“Off and on. It was what first concerned me. He would nurse for a bit, fuss, nurse some more.”

Ears and throat, he thinks. The lad takes the blood draw without complaint. Jamie wishes he would fuss. His quiet acquiescence concerns him more then the fever.

Jenny returns. “What can I do?”

“We are going to give him a full exam. I will check his ears, throat, chest, and wame, after I start testing his blood. Will need to catch him for urine and may need to tap him.”

“What him?”

Jamie stops and reminds himself that she is an excellent help but not a nurse. “Spinal tap, but only if I fail to find anything else.” He assures both women, who both grew pale at the idea.

He caths him first. His urine will tell him a lot, including if he is dehydrated from the off and on feeding. He listens to his chest and back, checks his ears and throat.

“Are you going to give him paracetamol?” Jenny asks.

“Debating. Fever, as you know, jump starts the immune system.”

“Aye, and makes little ones miserable.”

“A bit of redness in his ears. It could be Otis media, a simple ear infection but, I also hear a deep congestion in his chest.”

“How did he get so sick, so fast?” Mary holds her baby, stripped down to just a nappy, against her chest.

“With little ones, it happens that way sometimes. Their bodies aren’t as able to fight off the germs.”

“I thought nursing…”

“Breast milk is best, no doubt, especially with his prematurity.”

“What do we do?”

With an older baby, or even one at term, he would wait. The risk of antibiotic resistant being so high but…”I will treat him with broad spectrum antibiotics. Unless his fever gets higher or interferes with his ability to feed, I am leaving it untreated. It boast his immune response. He has a slight UTI and is a bit dehydrated so I am also starting an IV and giving saline .”

She nods, rocking him. “He will be alright?”

“He will be a bit miserable for awhile but, he should be just fine.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #out of time #chapter Seventy-four #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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ammonitetheseaserpent · 2 years

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Another AU outline thing - this one for the Eye For 7 Eyes AU! This one has a mention in my Amphibia AU masterpost, and a short drabble, to its name. Lately my fixation on it has resurged, so I figured, why not flesh it out more?

Here it is:

When Marcy is possessed by the Core, her spirit is separated from her body. For a while, she sticks around Malga, keeping an eye on them and making sure they don’t do anything with her body that could damage it. A large chunk of this consists of Marcy hen-pecking, in a way, and pointing out exactly how an action could affect her every time the opportunity strikes - meanwhile Malga either ignores her or snaps back with we have not had a body in millennia; we will crack your neck as many times as we see fit, thank you. That sorta thing.

Marcy eventually catches wind of Sasha’s rebellion through the newts that make reports to King Andrias. Curious, she goes over to check it out, and discovers that Sasha can see her. Sasha still has complicated feelings towards Marcy, but listens as the spirit of her friend fills her in on her current state, and what Malga has been doing. The two catch up as much as they can, Marcy apologizes, and they reconcile a little.

Sometime before Commander Anne, Marcy decides to go back to Newtopia and find out as much as she can. During her visit, she finds the Core’s old body and makes an important discovery - she can possess machinery. Later, during an attack by Andrias’s robots, she’s able to jump into one of the Cloakbots and decides to keep it around for missions and the like. The frogs are a little weirded out at the aspect of having one of Andrias’s robots just. hanging around their resistance base, but are also content to know that Marcy is alive (more or less) - especially Maggie. She helps the resistance by infiltrating the robot forces Andrias sends.

When Anne comes back to Amphibia, she can also see Marcy, and is very relieved she’s alive. Just like she did with Sasha, Marcy apologizes and fills Anne in on her situation and everything else she knows. The episodes involving missions play out a little differently, what with Marcy doing infiltrations and all. She’s also there for Olm Town Road/Mother of Olms.

In Beginning of the End, Anne and Sasha aren’t blindsided by Malga’s existence, but they are by the fact that the being knows practically everything Marcy knows - a fact they cleverly hid from Marcy herself, back when their host’s spirit was keeping an eye on them.

During the events of All In, Marcy uses her Cloakbot disguise to sneak into the palace with Sasha, then she slips out of it - and into the Core’s original body. The fight in the Core control room ends up being Sasha and Marcy against Malga. She wields the Core’s former vessel against it as a jab, as an act of defiance, like - you stole my body? all right, that’s fine, I’ll just steal yours. After the battle, Marcy’s spirit leaves the huge orb and returns to her own body.

#amphibia #amphibia au #amphibia marcy #Marcy wu #tidesoul sunbeam #amphibia the core #malga wu #i’ll be waiting in your favorite cheshire grin #an eye for seven eyes au #random snippets of my day #tw possession mention #tw injury mention

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lady-snow-flower · 5 months

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RP QUESTIONNAIRE

Your Name: Laur

Characters: Berlioz, Hades, Merida, Nemo, Jun, Pip, Amity, Snow, Penny, Karen, Eboshi

Pick one of your characters and talk about their growth (we recommend choosing an older character, but it’s up to you!) What about their story has surprised you? What are you proud of? How have they changed from their original inception to now?

We’re gonna talk about Jun Moon.

It turns out that I have a favorite kinda character, apparently– a character who simply loves to Not Grow (™) actually, to resist growth, to sometimes grow backwards and get worse. I have written this section before with both Mel and Ashleigh, where I talked a lot about that kind of anti-growth and why I love it. Guess what– we’re doing it again!

Well, only kind of! Because Jun DID grow…is growing… in fits and starts and a way that really excites me! And we all have Juno to thank for it!

But yes: Jun is a character who does not actually believe that people change. I discovered this, and many other things about Jun in our epic letter-writing experiment throughout the year. Only through this medium was Jun able to access emotions and memories he has ignored or suppressed. And at the root of a lot of Jun’s issues is I think this hopelessness that he is who he is and can never be anything but what he is. And I think that makes a lot of sense for him bc his life was in many ways decided the second he was born. As the oldest son in a Korean household, that just– immediately defines things about your life that you really don’t have any say about. And it’s not like Jun COULD change those things if he tried. He will always be mathyung.

But… even just acknowledging things he wishes opens up the door for other smaller, minute changes. It’s been such a subtle journey. And he is still very stuck, very passive, very resistant, but the crack is there– and got a little wider now with the rebuilding of the Moon Market which is a Metaphor I Am Sure You All Realize. So I am hoping that this crack in Jun’s proverbial dam will open up in the months to come.

Pick another character (or the same character if you only have one) and talk a little about where you WANT them to go. What are your plans for them going into the new year?

So hard to pick if only because spoilers lol. I think… Pip in a lot of ways has had a quieter year (for him) and I definitely want to refocus on some of his plots going into next year. I have some ideas that I’ve not really gotten around to when it comes to Amy and Maggie and so next year might be a good idea to tackle that!

Also, spoiler I guess but idk i have talked about it to a few people so i dont care lol, I do want him to direct his own play. That feels so majorly important because it’s seizing control of the narrative and getting to decide his own fate! I think there’s so much fun to be had for Director Pip and one can hope I have enough creative energy to really see it through, because I do want to have him adapt something probably, and make it like, queer and edgy and probably over the top and hilarious in the way that only Pip Seville can do. I will work on when the best time is for this, we’ll see. Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, one can HOPE that he makes some like emotional headway lolol but i probably shouldn’t promise anything. We’ll make several attempts to grow Pip emotionally. I do kinda wanna… shake up the status quo… wink.

Pick a thread or a plot that you’re proud of and talk about why you loved it.

I will shout out my entire Murder Plot lol. This was definitely a bucket list item for me and Snow. I wrote on last year’s questionnaire or goals or something that I wanted to do more necromancy with her this year, perhaps even something darker, and I believe brutally murdering John Cunningham her old necromancy teacher counts!

I loved this plot because it combined both fantasy and contemporary elements, which I love to do. I also love to bring people together, and so I liked finding roles for Wolf, Gem, and Ting-Ting. And on a very very self-indulgent level, I wanted to write horror! I enjoyed playing with those details and creating that atmosphere, and I just really wanted to murder someone using their own bones and so i did lmfao.

And I am also proud of the fact that I wrote a bunch of one-shots and stuff this year. I think I’m unfortunately a very long-winded writer who also thinks conceptually about things, which can be a good thing but also leads me to not writing certain one-shots or tasks because in my mind if I can’t do like a 10k fully realized narrative, what is the point?? But this year, I wrote and published a few things anyway. So I’m going to Kudos myself bc I really am proud of these things.

Penny’s Lessons Series: personally i like the format of this. I like the idea of taking a word and exploring it from multiple angles!! I was inspired a lot by the one chapter in Mara Wilson’s memoir, where she tracks her views of religion and god throughout her life. Part One: Name Part Two: Father Part Three: Bad

Karen’s The Door Is Open: I am increasingly finding value in writing in the first person and Karen unlocked for me while I wrote their postcards to family, and later, to their MAFIA friends. It is what gave me so many hcs about them– how they have swynlake au dreams; that they design postcards; their general artistic interests lol. OFC this piece also incorporates more traditional prose– i am a girly who loves her mixed media. But yeah, I worked hard on it and i think it’s a pretty good character study of a young Karen!!

Next, I’m going to shout out some things very generally because honest to GOD, when I am writing my paras, so many times they are my favorite paras of the moment lol.

Ashleigh’s Last Arc (Dreams Come True, Annaleigh’s Goodbye, Kidnapping Evangeline)

The Loud Bell + Acheron Song Fest (always a good challenge and very emotional too!!) Tiny Dancer Goodbye ugh

Snowbell demon summoning duh

Everything Juno, duh

Penny’s entire Hollywood arc bc she is my special girl– shoutout to Tenny break-up also

The dumb ass Phinnip Frenchy Fight of the Summer

The Entire Darling Arc as well– especially my John ‘task’ where he had to assemble a living family tree! Matcha goodbye! Ugh!

There’s definitely more i rly do love all my threads but i wrote like 800 this year probably.

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 things you love to write about (metaphors? Sibling relationships? Physical description?) and talk about why you enjoy it!

Sorry that these are gonna be pretentious it is my fairy talent i fear…

Posthumanism or transhumanism or perhaps just sheer Wildness. Sorry i did warn u all. But I think the reason that I love rping fairies and then gravitated very strongly to Penny is that I like to imagine brand new modes of living and thinking beyond that of the human. Like, what does the world look like when you’re 3 inches tall, and money is a foreign concept to you? Or like, how would your BRAIN develop if you were literally taught concepts through the eyes of a poodle? I will acknowledge that from the start, this is a losing battle. I am a human, raised with all my human assumptions and biases, and so everything I ever create will inevitably be colored by that. But I LIKE to try. I like the experiment, and the challenge. It is so fun to me to try to catch myself out and unpack my own perspective and really really try to see the world another way (hence the Penny series), and although I will fail, oftentimes I discover new things about humanity, or at least my own humanity, in the process. if u read this paragraph congrats its foreshadowing, and now a quote from jack halberstam on the subject: "Definitions of wildness will jostle with another for classificatory dominance, and just as quickly as formulations of the wild emerge, they may just as easily recede into babble. We will journey from bewilderment to chaos, from weeds to wandering, from the will to wilderness; we will be in the wild but not imagine ourselves to be of it; we will be guided by unhinged children, poets, animals, and wild thinkers. We will think ourselves wild too and then question the 'we,' the 'wild,' and everything in between."

Humor: anyway enough critical theory how about some LAUGHS! Yes, I just love supremely silly things. The sillier and goofier the better. For me, the most fun drama is not so much rooted in angst but like, embarrassment and misunderstanding and silliness, so yeah I think I definitely enjoy doing that kind of thing and probably why a lot of my characters (see: Karen and Pip) also use humor to process all negative things in their lives lol.

Image Systems: every year this is on my questionnaire without fail sorry about it. But yeah it’s my bread and freakin butter yall. I pick up characters, sometimes exclusively, to write in a new image system. That’s right, I just think to myself “Well, gosh, how fun would it be to have all these new metaphors attached to WIND and FLIGHT and AIR and BREATH and WEATHER” (to use Nemo as an example) and then I get that character, thank u! In a way it goes back to point one, though in a way more broad sense of like, I like to think in new ways and image systems are a wonderful doorway into a person’s mind who has experiences that I don’t have.

What major updates have your characters gone through this year? (For example:

beginning/ending a relationship, moving, starting a new job, adopting a pet, etc). Think if it as anything you would have put in the #character-updates channel. If you have a pinned post, consider adding these updates so everyone is aware of them in the future.

Berlioz: Berlioz became a teacher! Then he said fuck being a teacher and quit being a teacher! He’s grown closer with Jenny, gotten more confident and sure in what he wants, and has started looking outside of Swynlake for the next step in his life and marriage. <3 he has self-actualized good for him

Hades: got married a THIRD TIME!! Helped return his children to the future! Got kicked out of being mayor and started working at Queen’s Boutique!

Merida: discovered their brother is a MEDIUM! Many fights with Elinor. Helped nurse Elinor back to health after gunshot. Embraced being nonbinary and changed their pronouns!

Nemo: continued to readjust to life as a uni student! Put on a summer showcase with Ashlee and said goodbye to her. <3 He’s been working hard on choreo and balancing fairy duties/uni duties, got Luca to join the volleyball team, and ofc dealt with drama about his mother’s investigation reopening. Plus, Marlin is dating now, yikes!

Jun: got a secret penpal, opened up to secret penpal, discovered penpal was Lo, fell for Lo, watched his father’s store get totally destroyed brutally, launched a redesign/expansion of market, continued to do nothing about crush on Lo

Pip: got into a relationship with Jeremy and helped Jeremy come out!!!!! Lived a terribly disappointing summer as Frenchy, then lived an equally disappointing fall as part of the Distinguished Gentlemen. Filled his existential void with new projects with Build a Brand, rebranded SSIC into SPF. Continued to have weird relationships with most men in his life

Amity: prepared for uni in the fall, got Lilith to sponsor her for the magick grand prix, broke up with Riley, got super depressed, reconnected with Willow but has yet to apologize, series of hook-ups (most infamously with Jenny Marsh Foxworth) annnnd helped defeat an evil sentient plant hybrid.

Snow: broke up with Bruce, started dating Tom, part of Isa’s drama-filled bach weekend, accidentally unleashed demons into Swynlake because she was threatened by Eboshi’s arrival, then she had to deal with someone blackmailing the inn and it turns out that was her old necromancy teacher who she then accidentally killed to avoid being killed herself!!! Necromancy revealed to: Gem, Snow, Ting-Ting. Against all odds, still dating Tom. oh my gosh she’s a shitshow

Penny: brought HOLLYWOOD TO SWYNLAKE!!! Starred in Olive Bright, Pigeoneer! Bit her producer! Quit the movie! Quit acting! Enrolled in school! Catfished Tanya! Accidentally made Pip jealous by getting along with Jeremy! Went to NYC for Thanksgiving! Also a shitshow!

Eboshi: brought IRONTOWN TO SWYNLAKE!!! Kicked out Hades, closed the forest, shut down Chapter Three. Is now secretly training with her long lost ancestor Ashitaka and wrestling with her internalized anti-magick attitude.

Karen: they JUST got here. Done practically nothing besides squabble with their mother and flirt with various good-lookin’ bitches up and down Swynlake. Watch out suckers, 2024’s gonna be their year!

Talk about your dash reply style and your Discord reply style! (And if applicable, also your doc reply style). What do you like about each type of interaction? What is something you feel is difficult? Do you have preferences regarding how many times you’re tagged per day, or do you prefer for your replies to be queued for a certain amount of time?

Generally speaking, I do not hold threads nor do I want threads held for me. This is blanket permission: REPLY AS MUCH AS U WANT!!! The only time this doesn’t apply is when I travel, then I usually ask people to reply once a day or something, just because I might miss things on the dash and then it’ll slip through the cracks. Otherwise, my rp style is just to reply every single day to as many threads as I’d like! It’s really just that simple. I try to make sure each one of my partners gets at least one reply and we go from there.

On the individual methods of rping.

Dash: love it. Call me old school but its my preference. I like having the record of things on there. I’m game to go back and forth as long as I’ve completed my daily amount of threads for the day. Can dash all day babyyyy

Discord: like it. Def love jumping on ol discord to do an event here and there! But once the notif disappears, I am infamously bad at forgetting it exists. Im so sorry. U do have to tap me in these instances.

Doc: hate it. Jk jk but– weirdly enough i am getting worse at remember these??? I dunno what’s up with me, it just throws me off my groove. So I prefer to only do docs when absolutely necessary, like for surprises and stuff like that–stuff that i KNOW is high priority, or else it slips from my head.

And now, a wishlist! Jot down a few themes or stories or genres etc that you want to maybe pursue in the upcoming year! (i.e. a good ol’ fashion forbidden romance, maybe you want to dig deep into racial identity etc) This doesn’t have to necessarily be attached to any characters or stories you have now– it’s just meant to help you see for yourself what kind of stories call to your heart.

Villain hijinks for Karen!

More dating and uni drama for Penny and Amity specifically!

MORE FAIRY STUFF!!! The fact we have Clarion is amazing. I’m looking forward to doing more fairy plots in and outside of the hollow. I won’t even front with yall, I am looking at several fairy muses. Idk if they will come through in the end, but I do hope I get another fairy character because I enjoy them so much :)

I am once again asking for a tournament arc like in an anime. I really just have to make this happen myself dont i

Sports Anime™ as well. I have athletic characters but I have never really pursued that kind of thing as a serious plot so maybe we can finally make it happen with magick grand prix or i’ll find another avenue lolol.

OPTIONAL: Why do you RP?

I say it every year and it remains true: writing for writing sake! I just love that I can be inspired here, be silly here, try things out here, and it’s all because I love it and love my characters and love the people. Writing is so fun when you do it with friends! It continues to be true for me.

Also: deeply important to my mental health! I start every day with RP and I think being able to check even these little paras off my mental to do list really sets me up for success lol. I’m glad my brain works this way honestly. Not to be too capricorn up in here but I’m glad i take rp too seriously, I’m glad I treat it like part of my job, I’m glad that it feels productive and that makes me feel good about myself like bla bla bla capitalism or whatever but sometimes work is good esp work that you assign yourself or whatever lol.

#swyntask #too long as always

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elven-child · 9 months

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loose thoughts about gomens season 2

first of all, let's get the more negative ones out of the way

I'm kind of struggling to understand the hype because in my opinion this season was noticeably worse than season 1

I missed the Signature Good Omens things like god's narration and Queen songs, I think there were only two?

the humor was worse in my opinion. there were many jokes, especially in the minisodes, that felt completely out of pocket

I didn't like the minisodes tbh. they felt chaotic and lacked the structure that made the flashbacks in ep 3 of season 1 make so much sense. they didn't bring as much into their relationship as the season one flashbacks, even though they took much more time - they just felt emptier. I didn't find them funny either

I felt like some parts of the relationship between aziraphale and crowley got totally undermined - their first meeting, aziraphale shielding crowley with his wing - and I don't like it

their dynamic was a LOT different. it's hard to put my finger on why that is so soon after finishing the season, but they feel... more out of sync with each other? I think that's mostly it

I feel this season tried to pretend aziraphale and crowley aren't already together in their own unique way. they are! they don't need to tell that to each other - the finale of season one was them cementing their relationship, and meeting in the middle. I like seeing aziraphale healing from heaven in a realistic way, with setbacks and crises, but I don't like that it's shown as being in the way of them getting "fully" together when broadly speaking they already are together

it feels like something was lost in making their relationship explicitly romantic. and if you follow me, you know I'm an absolute sucker for a good romantic relationship, but I just don't think it fits this particular pairing. they had something different, just as valid and established, and it worked for them and the show and the audience

if season 1 was chaotic (affectionate), this season isn't, it's just chaotic. there were quite a few things that felt jarring - again, mostly the minisodes

I feel like there was a narrower amount of colorful, weird and ridiculous (affectionate) characters like sergeant shadwell, madame tracy, anathema, newt, the satanic nuns...

however!

everything about aziraphale and the bentley was pure gold, I love that it listens to him too

gabriel and beelzebub are simultaneously really sweet and also hysterically funny to me, this is the funniest move Neil could have possibly made. and I love that it's very much an exploration of their EXCELLENT dynamic from season 1

jon hamm is a delight, I loved him especially in episodes 1 and 2, he always pulls the funniest facial expressions. and the way gabriel hugged aziraphale while naked, ass cheeks wiggling as he squeezed him, with aziraphale literally making the "😟😟😟" face, was just. hysterical 10/10

I loved anna maxwell martin as beelzebub but shelley conn is just as great

maggie and nina! I wish we got more of them, but what we got was still very good, and they were still full characters despite the limited screen time. I REALLY hope we see them making things work in season 3, even if it's just glimpses and cameos

crowley taking care of the bookshop like the loving husband he is but not being able to resist throwing around some books was hilarious

aziraphale's halo :)))))

good omens the book existing in good omens the show

gabriel trying to put the books in alphabetical order by first sentences but every book beginning with words like "it" or "in"

the small and soft moments between aziraphale and crowley, more explicit than their signs of affection in season 1 but still gentle and quiet (like crowley saying he's not leaving aziraphale alone). the whole season should have had this mood I think and it would have been perfect

second coming of jesus in s3 let's goooooooo

#good omens #good omens spoilers #go 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #elven-child rambles into the void

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wiwinia · 9 months

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Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know more

Tagged by @celestialspark - Thank you for tagging me ❤️ This came out a little longer than I expected

Last song: According to my YouTube history (I really don’t understand how to use Spotify and I don’t think I ever will at this point), that would be Stranger by The Mechanisms, from Tales To Be Told, Volume II. Idk why, but this song vibrates my brain in exactly the best way. (I feel like that about a lot of songs in this album, especially Lost In The Cosmos, which is honestly weirdly relaxing for a song describing a slow death in painful details, and Pieces, but like, only the chorus)

Show I'm watching: Well, the last show I’ve seen was the newest episode of Helluva Boss, watched it with both of my partners, one of whom knows nothing about this show. It was fun, though, well, don’t want to spoil anything, but I was hoping for something else. Besides that, I intend to watch Stranger Things soon, cause I have read some great fanfics (I wanted to check if any of the authors are on Tumblr, so I could tag them, but for some reason, I can’t open ao3, which is quite concerning considering what happened this month) and decided I might try, even though I am good 7 years late. However, I am not watching it yet, because from what I know so far it feels like the kind of show that will permanently rewire my brain, so I am waiting til I can watch it with my friends, cause I am not going through that alone. If we consider podcasts shows, then I am an active listener of Dracula Daily, the voice acting is great, and I am already swooning and fanning myself like a victorian lady at Quincey P. Morris, which is to be expected, he’s one of my favourite characters. I can’t wait for this year’s holiest love entry tho, I want to see Tumblr go wild for it again. Also, season 2 of Not Quite Dead is coming out in a little more than two weeks (a fair warning to anyone who follows me, I already know I will be insufferable about it ❤️). I binged season 1 in one sitting, I am so excited (there are precisely 0 fanfics for this show on ao3 so far, I am working on changing that, but I’ve been suffering from a serious case of can’t-finish-wips-disease for quite a while now, so we’ll see how it goes)

Book I'm reading: If we’re talking new books, then right now nothing, but the last two I’ve read were: 1 Noce za nocami by Małgorzata Wilk, I loved it, it was exactly what I wanted, and I was so excited to finally get it, I read it on Wattpad back in the day and I preordered it the moment I was able to. It just feels very cozy to me. If you a) know Polish, and b) like gay vampires, I highly recommend it 2 Vampireology from the Ologies book series, cause I’ve never seen it before, I found it at a convention and I may be an adult, but it had vampires and was full of shiny secrets, you can’t possibly expect me to resist that Besides that, I am currently relistening to an audiobook of The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater, because the first time I listened to it, I was in a really bad place mentally, and this in tandem with some incorrect beliefs I had about this book caused me to miss some important things the first time, so now I am doing better I plan to listen to the whole series again, and I am really enjoying it! I know this series goes into some very dark places, but at the point at which I am currently, it is just full of pure joy of exploration and awe-inspiring discovery and listening to it makes me really, really happy right now

Currently obsessed with: Fandom-wise, The Magnus Archives, closely followed by The Mechanisms, a lot of things mentioned above are either basically obsessions, or very close to becoming that, because I can’t just be normal about things Also, vampires are my obsession that has been a constant part of my life practically since I remember, and I doubt it will ever change at this point. If for whatever reason you want to see me ramble, ask me about my opinions on any vampire-related trope or theme, and you will probably get a pretty substantial essay

Tagging: @suaveotter @laceandsteelgirl @kind-ghost @doofus-and-dragons @fall-festival @katenotbishop @wet-snail @rhymingteelookatme @graceful-not

#tag game #implied dracula spoilers #I'm looking forward to the replies

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ashekirk · 2 years

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Sliders Fan Fics

So, anyway, here's my master list of Sliders fics I've been writing for the past 6 weeks or so.

Basically nobody is reading them but I caN'T STOP WRITING THE DAMN THINGS WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME why do my brain go brrrr over this instead of things that matter adhd sure is a harsh mistress

The links below are to my AO3 versions, but all are also available on my personal site, which uses an accessible reader I developed myself. It allows for adjusting text size on the fly, switching between four different fonts including OpenDyslexic, and also has a night mode toggle. It's tested on both my phone and PC browser. And you have my full permission to rip the code to use as you want.

Sliders: Season 6 Fan Scripts

Episode 1: Conjoined Quinns, Part I

Over twenty years have passed since the events of Season 5. Mallory and Maggie are married with a child. But Mallory's not well - no matter how much sleep he gets, he is still always exhausted to the point of waking hallucination. Meanwhile, in another world, a new sliding machine is being built by a familiar face.

Episode 2: Conjoined Quinns, Part II

The gang attend a fateful concert. Mallory learns to adjust to his new arrangement. Cole really wants to scan some brains. With old friends being reunited, it seems like things are all falling into place at once. But who could have expected who shows up next?

Episode 3: Identical Quinns

Unexpected visitors create new hope for Quinn. Rembrandt goes out for a steak dinner with Diana. Cole gets to scan more brains. The basement gets a visitor. Love rekindles. A ghostly apparition may hold answers to the mystery of the group's recent string of unlikely events.

Episode 4: Mandela Effect

With the newly found note as evidence, it seems like there are no coincidences to the recent good luck. But now, everything seems to be coming apart as some of the team ends up in a world where a strange symbol is carved into their hands, and things around them keep changing.

Episode 5: Quarantine

In their efforts to rescue Colin, the slider gang (original generation + Alt Wade) winds up on a world where a pandemic is ravaging the world and it seems like America is incredibly divided on the seriousness of the virus. Meanwhile, Quinn is mistaken for some actor named Jerry, and the Professor might be in a spot of trouble after failing to properly socially distance.

Episode 6: Gender Police

(Here's where they really start getting fun, if you were wondering)

After Quinn gets caught up in a military incursion of the basement, a team of Wade, Maggie, Diana, and Cole attempt to rescue him, but are instead flung to an Earth with a strict patriarchy and literal gender police. When Cole is arrested for attempting to use a Women's bathroom, and subsequently rescued by a resistance group, the cis women of the team wind up involved with a rival group - with a secret. Content Warning: This fic explores the difficult and timely subject of transphobia and TERF rhetoric, and while the fic explicitly condemns it, it may disturb some readers.

Episode 7: Quinntuplets

Quinn is recruited by a crack team of three other Quinns all working out of a high budget military facility. Almost like Stargate, they've built an impressive catalogue of worlds, and established a wide network of embassies, sharing their tech while absorbing tech from other worlds. But, there's someone in a holding cell that's got a bone to pick with Quinn Bravo.

Episode 8: Oops! All Quinns

Quinn's never seen a city with so many handsome devils before. Old and new acquaintances await in the futuristic city of Quinn Francisco (a tribute to Rick and Morty). Meanwhile, Quinn Alfa awakens to a smashed timer and a family not his own.

Episode 9: Quinnternational Incident

Things come to a head with the Quinn Squad, but Bravo is no ordinary enemy to outwit. Will Quinn be able to rescue his brother, escape the facility, and prevent the annihilation of Quinn Francisco, all in one night? Or will everything fall apart when his plan fails to get the results he needs? How far can Bravo push Quinn into his own dark side?

Episode 10: Family Reunion

(This one largely exists to tie up loose ends, but is ideal if you want the feels more than the action)

In a double length finale, the whole family has gathered for the Mallory-Welles wedding. Well, maybe not quite - there's one person missing. Maybe they can be found before the big day? But as one couple ties the knot, another marriage is on the rocks. Can Maggie and Mallory find a reason to stay together? Hearts are poured out and lives are upended, as everyone reaches a natural crossroads. Where do they all go from here? And what of Missus Mallory, who's living on borrowed time? p.s. Apologies for the on-the-nose reference. If you get it, you'll know.

That's not all.....

More fics

The Bravo Diaries

A spin-off of my Sliders Season 6 series, following Quinn Bravo after what happens to him during "Quinnternational Incident."

It's a series of ongoing diary entries. If you haven't read the source material, it should still work, as the main character in this starts out knowing very little as well (though it'll totally spoil Quinnternational Incident for you). Just be aware that the MC is a Quinn Mallory double, living on a world outside the mainstream Slider-verse.

Quinntum Leap

(My current hyperfixation, shut up)

Something of a novel I'm writing, Quinntum Leap is a 2-part series crossover of Sliders and Quantum Leap which explores the familial relationship between Maggie and Sam Beckett. This is ongoing as of this post (I'm nearing the conclusion of part 1, which will end up somewhere around 25,000 words. Part 2 may end up longer).

Still in development:

"Support Group", a one-shot short story about the first meeting of the slider support group assembled during Family Reunion.

NOW TAKING IDEAS FOR MORE QUINN-BASED PUN TITLES. All the "slide" based puns from the canon titles are played out lol

Other

If you want to use my AO3 Work Skins, just ask and I'll share. The screenplay one is complicated, but the prose one is easy. A version of it is also up on Stylish if you want it, under "Easier Reading Ao3"

#sliders #sliders fandom #fan fiction #fan script #quantum leap #crossover #read on ao3 #ao3 link #archive of our own #ao3 author #fanfic #ao3 kudos

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deanstead · 3 years

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I’ll Take Care Of You

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested by anon: reader comes back home with her boyfriend Will after one year being away. she tries to hide the fact that she feels sick to Will so he doesn't worry, but he soon realizes about it. he takes her to the hospital against her will, and there he treats her of the anemia he discovers she's suffering. also, reader is afraid of doctors, and Will is really worried about reader's health.

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of illness, fluff

A/N: Received a specific request to write for Will so I thought I would try this out! Please let me know what you think, if I should write more for Will too? Am in no way a doctor or nurse so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes in medical terminology or situations! Even so, hope you like this one! Taglists are open!

*gif not mine*

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“Y/N?”

You looked up from where you were sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, although you could already imagine the look on Will’s face. You smiled, getting to your feet as he ran towards you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his face into your neck.

It had been a year. One whole year since you had been forced to leave Chicago for work. Professionally, it had been good for you. It was good career progression and all that crap your boss had forced down your throat but it had been difficult for you as well. Leaving your friends, your family, your boyfriend behind.

“When did you get back?” Will asked, gently pulling himself away to look at you.

You smiled. “I came straight from the airport.” You paused, “I hope that’s alright.”

“It’s better than alright.” Will answered, pulling you into another hug. “Come on.”

Will fumbled with the keys for a while before he pushed the door open.

The moment the door was closed, Will pushed his lips down onto yours, as you felt the rush of warmth from just being near Will – a feeling you hadn’t had in a year, and the feeling that you had missed the most.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Will whispered.

You looped your arms around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his chest. “So am I.”

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Being back in Chicago was great for you. What was not so great was the light-headedness that had followed you back as well.

You had always tired easily but you had figured the stress in New York had made it worse. Stress coupled with being alone in a new city had definitely made it worse. But you hadn’t expected to still be feeling this after being back.

Will glanced at you over the table in his apartment and you could see the small furrow in his brow that indicated he was worried. “Y/N? You okay?”

You realised you had been frowning while waiting for the headache to pass.

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Yeah, just tired.”

Will smiled, although he still looked a little worried. “Nothing caffeine won’t fix. Come on, you’re going to be late.” You said as you walked around the table, heading to him as he leaned forward to give you a kiss.

He turned to walk out the door and you felt a dizzy spell hit you. You grabbed the edge of the table but not quietly enough. Will spun back around as he heard a dull thud from the impact of your palm hitting the table, and he saw you sway a little on your feet.

Quickly, he made it back to you, throwing his bag onto the floor.

“Y/N!” Will was by your side, a steady hand on your shoulder as you sank to the ground.

“I’m fine.” You managed to get out, feeling a slight shortness of breath.

Will looked at you a little while more, studying you. “Okay, that’s it, you’re coming to Med with me.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. “Will, I’m fine, it’s just a dizzy spell.”

Will shook his head. “Humor me.”

“Will…” You tried to protest but he looked at you.

“You gonna walk with me, or do I have to carry you there?” Will asked, and you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

“Fine.” You relented, finally letting Will lead you towards his car.

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“Will, you know how much I hate doctors.” You whined, as he put you into a treatment room.

Will looked at you. “Ouch.”

You smiled. “You know what I mean.”

“I’ll be right here, okay?” Will reassured me as a nurse came in. “Doris, can we get a CBC, CMP, the complete tests.”

You shot a glance at Will. “It’s okay, I’ll be right back.” He planted a kiss on your head before heading out.

“You’re better at this than I gave you credit for.” You told Doris, who smiled. “Let me know if you need anything.” She said before she disappeared out the room.

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Will watched you from where he stood at the doctors’ station.

“Will?” Maggie called, following his line of vision.

“What’s Y/N doing here?” She asked, looking back at him.

Will looked back at Maggie. “I’m waiting on the test results.” Will’s expression was strained although he tried not to let it show. “I practically had to drag her in here. Why didn’t she tell me?”

Maggie looked at him. “I’m sure she just didn’t want you to worry.”

Will sighed and Maggie patted his arm reassuringly. “I’ll try to put a rush on those tests.”

“Thanks Mags.”

Just then, a faint beep sounded from the treatment room you were in. “Dr Halstead!”

Will’s head snapped up as he ran to your room.

“What happened?” He demanded, looking at you, your eyes wide, your chest heaving.

“Will…”

Doris looked up at Will. “Sats are dropping.”

“Oxygen. Now.” He instructed, as Doris nodded. He turned back to you, “Shh, it’s okay. We’re going to give you some oxygen. I need you to try to relax okay? It’s okay.”

You nodded, as Doris gently put the oxygen on you and you felt oxygen slowly fill your lungs once again.

Will watched you, a small worried frown still resting on his forehead but he smiled when he noticed you watching him.

“We’ll figure this out. I’ll be back soon, okay?” Will gently stroked your hair.

You nodded, watching him hurry out of the room.

Will sighed, taking a last look towards your treatment room before heading straight for Maggie.

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“Hey.” You looked up as Will entered again.

“I got your results.”

Will sighed as he sat on your bed. “The tests show you have anemia. You must have been having these symptoms for a while. When did they start?”

You blinked back at him. “What? Anemia?”

Will took your hand, “Has it ever been this bad?” You immediately shook your head. You could kind of tell Will was holding something back and it made you wonder if he was mad at you.

“Your red blood cell count is lower than I would like. Let’s do an iron infusion today to improve your levels then we can make a plan to manage it, alright?”

You sighed. “More needles?”

Will gave a small smile. “I’ll stay with you while they set it up?”

You gave him a skeptical look but didn’t answer. “Please?” Will said.

“Thar’s so unfair, Will. You know I can’t say no to you when you do that.”

Will took your hand and kissed it. “Just the iron infusion then I should be able to take you home, okay?”

You nodded, wincing a little as you felt the IV pierce your skin. “That’s it.” Doris said, smiling.

“Will.” You called, before he left. “I’m sorry.”

Will frowned slightly again. “For what?”

You looked pointedly at the room around you, your eyes finally resting on the IV needle.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?” Will planted a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit?”

You nodded but you could see the hesitation in his eyes.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, giving him a smile before he finally nodded, giving Doris more instructions before he left.

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Will hadn’t said a word since you had been discharged. He had just silently led you out of the ED and into his car.

He swung open the door to his apartment, leading you to the couch. You leaned against the fabric of Will’s couch as he put two iron pills in your palm and handed you a glass of water.

You echoed his silence, swallowing the iron pills, your eyes following him as he pattered back towards the kitchen.

You stretched your legs out, lying flat on the couch before turning your head in, so that your face was hidden from view, buried into the cushion.

You could hear Will pattering about, you even knew exactly where he was in the house based on the sound of his footsteps and you felt the sting of tears behind your eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be anemia. They were supposed to be symptoms that resolved once you were back in Chicago. Which they weren’t. And now, Will was probably mad at you.

“Y/N, you can sleep inside.” Will said, absentmindedly.

When you didn’t respond, he gently touched your shoulders but you didn’t move so he gently tugged, turning you around. You tried to resist, you didn’t really want to let him see you crying because you couldn’t explain it anyway, but it was like fighting a losing battle.

You saw the moment that Will realised you were crying and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” He asked, a tone of worry evident in his voice.

You didn’t say anything as Will studied you. “Are you feeling breathless? Y/N, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered again.

“What…” Will trailed off, before helping you sit up, sitting on the ground in front of you, and looking straight into your eyes.

“I didn’t… I just didn’t want you to worry.” You whispered, pulling your eyes away from his. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They said it was stress symptoms. I…”

“Woah.” Will stopped you, realizing what was happening. “I’m not mad.”

You looked up at him, as he continued, “I’m just worried. You should have told me this was happening.”

“I’m sorry.” You said again, as Will got to his knees and enveloped you into a hug.

“It was hard.” You whispered. “Being away from you for a year.”

Will didn’t say anything but you could feel him leaning further into you.

“But you’re here now.” He finally whispered in your ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

You pulled out of his embrace to look at him, putting a hand on his cheek, his stubble tickling your palm. “We’re lucky, it’s not that serious. We just need to manage it, and you’ll be fine… we’ll be fine.” Will whispered.

You smiled, “Thanks, Will.”

“Don’t keep it from me if you’re unwell, okay?” Will asked.

You nodded. “Okay, I promise.” You answered, smiling as you nuzzled back into his embrace.

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trans-cuchulainn · 3 years

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psa about book piracy

the publishing industry does not work like the film/tv industry or whatever other industries you’ve decided make piracy a victimless crime. it does actively and directly hurt authors

many authors are paid an “advance”. this is occasionally large, but more frequently is small (~£2k) and even more frequently is somewhere in the middle (~£10k). this may be the only payment they receive for what is frequently years of work. in order to earn any royalties, they need to sell enough books to “earn out” (make the publisher back the money they spent on the advance). if they don’t earn out, they will never get royalties. also, the advance for their next book will probably be smaller.

if their book is part of a series, later books in the series may be cancelled because the first book didn’t sell well enough

even if a book isn’t cancelled, the print run may be reduced (=how many copies are printed) which means the book will be in fewer bookshops which mean there are fewer opportunities for it to sell copies

all of that conspires to mean... the author’s next advance is smaller, a series gets cancelled before it’s finished, and generally you have fucked over the person whose work you were stealing

(if they have earned out already, it may not directly fuck over their future books as much, but you are directly taking royalties out of their pocket, so)

if you’ve ever been mad because the 3rd book in a trilogy you were reading never got published, it’ll be because the first two didn’t sell enough. maybe the market was wrong at the time, maybe they took a while to take off, or maybe -- and increasingly frequently -- it’s because too many people pirated them instead of buying them.

(this is also why waiting until a series is complete to buy any of them is more likely to result in the series never being complete. the publishers need to know it’s a good investment. better to buy the books and wait to read them, if you’re concerned about cliffhangers, than to refrain from buying them entirely.)

“but the book is still there after i download it so i haven’t technically stolen anything” read the above bullet points again and understand that what you have stolen is not the book per se, it’s the sale, and therefore the goodwill with the publisher that makes them buy that author’s future books and pay that author money

do not @ me about “but what if it’s the only way to access english-language books in your country” because that is not the situation i’m talking about or the majority situation in the general scheme of things. 90% of people who pirate books do so either because they don’t realise it hurts authors or they don’t give a shit

also if your justification is that authors are “rich” i would like to point out that a recent report showed average earnings for an author in the uk to be £10.5k/yr in 2018. that is substantially below minimum wage (for full-time work), so genuinely, fuck off with that

you have no idea what somebody else’s financial situation is, and i know several authors who have been told to their faces that it was okay to pirate from them because they were rich when those people were in fact struggling to make ends meet

(not to mention that authors are technically self employed which means no benefits; this is particularly challenging in countries without universal healthcare)

whatever bullshit “net worth” estimate you’ve found online or whatever bears absolutely no resemblance to most people’s financial reality

so if you think you’re being clever by only targeting authors you’ve decided are wealthy, consider that there’s a high chance you’re wrong

yes books are expensive and yes big publishing companies are the ones seeing most of the benefit of that. but it’s not the big publishing companies that get hurt when you steal them, because they just squeeze that money out of the authors instead to make up their bottom line. does it suck as a system? obviously! does that make piracy a good way to resist it? no, because it only hurts the people on the bottom

some people think that piracy doesn’t affect sales. it does. it has been demonstrated over and over again that piracy impacts sales (see maggie stiefvater’s experiment with the raven king for an example). “it’s helping people discover the books” doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. all an author gains from this is more people who will steal from them. exposure doesn’t pay the bills. exposure just kills ya.

many places have libraries. libraries benefit authors, because they buy books. in some countries, like the UK, authors receive money based on how many times their books are borrowed. libraries frequently offer ebooks, so if you’re not able to access them in-person you can still get books. libraries are good! if you can use your local library, you should. free books for you, without fucking over the creators. you can often request books that they don’t carry, which then means that other people also get to read that book.

(“my library doesn’t carry queer books” i sympathise and i realise it can be challenging to request those in a conservative area but also consider that books by marginalised authors are exactly the ones that publishers will yeet if they think they’re not making a return on their investment, so unfortunately, pirating those is extra bad. publishers will drop “risky” shit like a hot potato if it’s not making them money. those are exactly the books we need to show up for.)

obviously in an ideal world we would have UBI or whatever and therefore people’s ability to put food on the table would not be dependent on monetising creative pursuits but that’s not the world we live in. in the world we live in, writing is work and work deserves to be paid for. stealing people’s labour because you feel entitled to it is not more justifiable just because that labour is creative.

the fact that people write as a hobby does not negate the challenges of writing as a profession. the two are actually pretty different. writing as a hobby isn’t easy, but writing as a profession has a whole heap of extra behind-the-scenes work that you don’t see, in case you’re tempted to take the “but it’s not real work” argument. besides which, “but people do it for free on the internet” is a shitty reason not to pay people for their work.

if you can’t afford a particular book, that sucks, i often cannot afford a book i would like. the solution: read other books that you can afford / which your library does carry / which are out of copyright. not: steal the book because obviously you should have whatever you want whenever you want it.

don’t be a dick

stealing screws authors over

in conclusion: stop trying to justify piracy in my notes or in the replies to authors who complain about it. stop telling authors to their face that you don’t value their work and their time. it’s not cool, it’s not clever, it’s not revolutionary. it’s just fucking over people who are already underpaid and living precariously.

#also while we're here stop telling people to pirate music #spotify is shit for artists but piracy is worse #buy their music on bandcamp if you want to avoid ads and big corps #but unless they're like world-famous musicians #piracy also fucks them over #source: my brother is a musician #meanwhile source for this post: i literally work in the publishing industry #and a bunch of my friends are authors #in a bunch of different genres and age groups #so i have a reasonable grasp of what goes on behind the scenes #book piracy #books #anyway i've had this rant in my drafts for a while but i saw people being dicks about this on twitter so i guess we're posting it now

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graniairish · 3 years

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Walking on Eggshells – Part 2

Hello my dears. I just couldn't resist and had to write a second part. (maybe there will also be a part 3)

Pairing: Daryl x female! Reader

Words: 5159

Warnings: language, sexual content, NSFW, 18+ (my first attempt to write smut in English - hope it didn't get too bad)

Part one

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"Um ... what ..."

You stood in the door of your room, confused. Hershel had finally released you into "home care" after almost a week of continuous surveillance in the infirmary. In your opinion, the older man was exaggerating a little. You were fine, you had no dizziness, and the headache was gone. But that did not stop Hershel from telling you to take it easy anyway.

Your beloved work in the vegetable fields had to wait for the time being.

Somewhat reluctantly, you had agreed to everything, only to finally be able to go back to your own four walls. You wanted to sleep in your own bed again, even if it was just a simple Prison bed in the former director's office. But still, it was your home.

But you did not expect what you found there now.

As if rooted to the ground, you stood in the middle of the room and looked around with big eyes in disbelief.

Your room, your little private realm, should actually be here. But the room in front of you was no longer your room. Your things were still there, but they were not the only ones that filled the shelves on the walls.

The most noticeable change, however, was your bed. It was still in the far corner of the room, but it looked absolutely strange. Because right next to it there was now a second, and the way the sheet was stretched over it made it look like a double bed.

"I thought Hershel wouldn't release ya until tonight," you heard Daryl's deep voice behind you.

Still slightly confused, you turned to the archer. He stood uncertain in the doorway, Crossbow slung over his shoulder, hands clasped on the strap. His blue eyes were fixed on you as he chewed the inside of his cheek - his nervous tic.

And how this man was nervous right now, and it was not just his ears that betrayed him - which had just turned deep red.

Daryl did not expect to find you here now. He actually wanted to talk to you about it first and not just put you in front of a fait accompli. Though, somehow, he would have done it one way or another.

He was afraid he had done something wrong, crossed a line, or something like that.

"I couldn't take it there any longer."

Only now did you notice that his hair was wet and still dripping. Could it be that he had showered?

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod.

“I know we didn't talk about it,” he began uncertainly, “but Hershel said it would be better if someone took care of ya. And since there is no chance that ya will move back into the cell block, I thought that would be a good solution."

“That's right,” you had to smile, “I'm not going back there so quickly anymore. I like my privacy."

"Well, if it bothers you ... that I ... then ..."

"No no, I don't mind" you might answer a little too quickly, "I ... I was just ... surprised."

The man across from you felt instantly relieved. You, the woman he loved, wanted to live with him. He could hardly believe his luck.

Daryl took off his Crossbow and leaned it against the wall by the door before walking slowly towards you, his eyes full of love.

“Y/N/N we wasted so much time. I don't want to waste another minute. We don't know how much time we have left."

Daryl lovingly cupped your chin with two fingers while he gently touched your lips with his.

You could not help but melt into his touch. That you could do this now was still a miracle to you, and you would enjoy every single second of it to the full.

"But I sleep on the right side," you finally said with mischief in your eyes when your lips had separated.

"Forget it", Daryl snorted and went to the bed, "I'm sleepin’ between the door and ya."

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Always the protector.

"Don't think I didn't see that."

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A few weeks had passed since the incident during your run. You are now working side by side with Rick in the vegetable fields again. The plants were blooming and developing fantastically - and they would be very good yielding.

After a long shower to wash dirt and sweat from your body, you made your way to the inner courtyard of the prison, which was used as a canteen during the warmer months of the year. Dinner had just started, and so all residents, regardless of whether they were old or new, huddled together to have their meal together.

When Daryl returned from his shift at the Guard Tower, he spotted you chatting with Carol who was just distributing the food. He liked how carefree you looked at that moment.

Without thinking about it, he walked over to you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek before you had the chance to notice him.

"Yuck, don't do that," you giggled, "you're all sweaty."

"And hungry," he said with a grin.

Carol shook her head with a smile before filling two bowls and holding them out to you.

"Here take these, you lovebirds."

Taking the bowls Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod and went with you to the table where Glenn and Maggie were already sitting.

You had not noticed how your loving and familiar way of dealing with each other had been uncomfortable for some - or at least for one.

Michelle was sitting at a table with several other Woodbury residents and had been watching you with narrowed eyes. Green with envy, she got up at some point and went back to the cell block where she lived.

But Carol had noticed, and she would move heaven and earth to keep this woman from disrupting your relationship.

Little by little, Rick and the other members of your sworn family joined you to enjoy the meal together and to end the day.

"We should slowly start bringing our supplies up to date," Rick skillfully changed the subject.

That was his less than subtle way of reducing the conversation to necessities.

"Or in other words, time for a run," Daryl said in a nutshell.

“Tightly sealable preserving jars would be important. It will soon be harvest time and we have to preserve the fruit and vegetables. Thank God we have a lot more than we need right now."

That was the first thing that came to your mind. After all, it was important to have vitamins in winter too. Even if cooked fruit and vegetables were nowhere near as tasty as fresh ones. But in those times, you were grateful for everything. And in winter, fruit and vegetables were actually a luxury.

“We should also think about how to heat the buildings. The winter could last longer than we'd like”, Daryl expressed his concerns.

"If we had animals, pigs or goats, maybe even sheep, we would be better supplied with meat."

Hershel had always been a farmer, and you could only agree with the man with a smile.

"Or chickens," said Maggie with a dreamy look, "once again a real roast chicken, that would be something nice."

"Or turkey," you added.

"I just think you can't find something like that on the next street corner," said Glenn, who now leaned over the map that Rick had spread out in the middle of the table.

"Well, the weekly cattle market will probably be canceled."

Daryl's cynical response made you roll your eyes.

"If ya keep doin’ this, these things will eventually get stuck," he said in your direction with a raised index finger.

"That's what my grandmother always meant," you said with a shrug, "and nothing has happened so far."

“You both sound like an old married couple. Really disgusting”, Carl shook himself.

You and Daryl looked at each other questioningly for a moment before you slapped the boy lightly on the back of the head at the same time - he on the right and you on the left.

For about five seconds there was absolute silence at the table, until everyone started laughing uproariously as if on command - except for Carl, who was rubbing his head tightly.

“What that would prove,” Rick grinned as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, “but seriously now. Does anyone have any ideas?"

“I know there was a farm supply center in the south. From seeds to packaging material to combine harvesters, everything was there. The only question is whether that still stands."

Hershel leaned over the map and pointed to an area southeast of the Prison.

“That's a good hundred miles, and only if you drive on the main roads. It will be a run for several days on back roads."

Your stomach cramped painfully at Glenn's words. You knew that Daryl would go on the run. Unfortunately, since the incident, it had become very clear to you that there was no assurance that someone would come back from a run. And the thought that something might happen to Daryl made you uneasy.

“While we're there, we might as well stop by this huge warehouse complex 30 miles to the east. I think there are still some useful things there. "

Glenn glanced at the place on the map Maggie was pointing with her finger.

"Wasn't that an Amazon warehouse?"

"Yea, why are you asking?"

"Well, I think that this time it won’t work with overnight express."

At Glenn's stupid saying you had to smile, like everyone else. Though yours was more of a bitter smile. This run would certainly not be overnight.

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"Everythin’ okay? Ya are never that quiet."

It was getting late. The moon was shining through the windows of your shared room and you could hear the crickets outside. You were snuggled close to Daryl, your head on his shoulder, your legs intertwined. You stared in silence into the darkness of your room, which was only faintly illuminated by the moonlight.

Daryl gently stroked your back. Usually there was something incredibly calming about it, and it never took you long to fall asleep relaxed - but not today. The worries about what could go wrong with the run did not let you calm down that night.

In a few hours he would be gone with Maggie and Glenn, as well as a few others. The fear of losing him paralyzes your thoughts.

"Ya don’t sleep. I know that. I can hear ya thinkin’."

You did not answer, just took a deep breath - in and out again. What should you say?

> I'm afraid something will happen to you <

> I'm scared of losing you <

> Please don't go <

There was nothing to be said, just that nagging feeling was there. This fear that the man by your side could suddenly be snatched away from you.

Daryl put his arm around you and hugged you tight as he kissed the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a moment.

"We're a well-coordinated team," he finally began as he leaned his head against yours, "and it's not the first time we've done such a big tour."

It almost seemed as if Daryl had read your mind, yet all his confidence could not take away your worries.

"I promise I'll come back to ya."

"You can't promise that Daryl."

The archer released his hug and shifted his weight so that you were eventually half under him. Leaning on his left arm, he looked down at you, the contours of your face only faintly visible in the light of the darkness.

"I promise I will come back to ya Y/N. We both have our whole lives ahead of us, and I don't intend to miss a second of it."

"Nobody knows ..."

But you did not get any further, Daryl's lips were instantly on yours. At first the kiss was deep and full of longing, but after a while it became more and more hungry. Your fingers ran through his hair and played with them on the back of his neck while your tongues fought for dominance.

As Daryl's hands slowly moved down your ribs, your lips parted for a much-needed breath.

Right at the beginning of your relationship, you discussed that sex would not be an issue for you for the time being. After what had happened to Lori, Daryl simply could not and did not want to take the risk of pregnancy. Condoms were not to be found for a long time. And neither of you wanted to play Russian roulette - like Maggie and Glenn.

But there were other ways of showing how much you loved each other, how much you wanted each other - other ways of having fun together.

Daryl's right hand went down to your ass, which he gripped tightly as he pulled you close.

You moaned softly as you could feel him rubbing his growing erection on your most sensitive spot. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. An approving growl left his mouth as he left hot kisses on your neck, making sure to suck the spot that caused your thighs to tighten around him.

You ran your trembling fingers through his hair, trying to hold onto the feeling of his lips against your skin.

The hand on your ass eventually moved down the back of your thigh - as he pulled it closer - which changed the angle of your pelvis significantly. The lustful moan that came out of your lips as you rubbed against him only made him harder against the layers of clothing.

God how good it felt for him when you took your pleasure into your own hands. But you did not get far, because Daryl's kisses slowly wandered further down. A pleasant shiver ran through you.

You knew exactly what he was up to and the anticipation made you almost impatient.

But he took his time, first freed you from your shirt and then devoted himself to your nipples with relish - first the right, then the left - until they were both hard and upright.

The longing feeling in your most private place became more and more unbearable and in an attempt to get some friction, you tried to rub yourself against his thigh.

Daryl only chuckled.

"Impatient, are we?"

Daryl's kissed down your stomach before leaning back. He was now kneeling between your legs. For a moment he soaked up the picture in front of him, burned it into his memory. How you laid in front of him, lower lip between your teeth, breathing heavily, your legs spread, the unmistakable traces of your arousal on your underwear.

A moan came from your lips as he finally ran his hands up the inside of your thighs. Without touching the place where you needed him most, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and freed you from this annoying piece of fabric with one flowing movement.

The sight the archer now saw made his cock twitch painfully.

It was almost like torture how slowly he ran his thumb through your folds and collected what already glistened there.

With faltering breath, you watched him as he slowly brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb clean with an animalistic growl.

You came almost instantly at the sight.

When he finally sank his middle finger into you, you threw your head back and closed your eyes in delight. He pumped his finger into you a few times before adding a second. He twisted and curled them in just the right way so that with each thrust he perfectly hit the spot inside you that made you squirm under him.

Your moaning grew louder as he closed his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and began to suck rhythmically. Your orgasm rolled closer and closer, and the knot in your stomach tightened until it was about to snap.

"Daryl - fuck - I ..."

"then let go - for me."

And that was exactly what you did. You came with his name on your lips, repeated like a prayer, and with each new wave Daryl took whatever you were willing to give him. You tasted like nothing else to him, and he could never get enough of you.

He slowly kissed his way back up to your neck while his fingers were still moving slowly inside you.

Your hands went into his hair and hungrily drawn his lips to yours. Just a moment later your tongues fought for dominance; you could taste yourself on his. Now your hands slowly made their way down to his crotch. He wanted to hold back. But he could not help himself, and grinded into your palm to find the relief he needed so damn bad.

Daryl's hips spasmed, thrusting forward a few times before he was groaning and shaking his head.

"No. Tonight is just about ya."

"But ..."

Before you could go on, his lips were back on yours in a demanding kiss.

" I wanna make ya feel so good today, that ya'll be happy to have a few days off."

And with that statement, his fingers left your hot core, only to re-enter with one more.

Your eyes rolled back when you felt him stretch you.

"Fuck," you hissed as you tried desperately to find hold while Daryl's fingers kept trusting into you.

As he felt the sweet pain of your nails scratching his back, his cock twitched painfully in his shorts.

The thought that you marked him, that you would let him run around with declarations of your love on his body for the next few days, almost drove him mad. He started rubbing his crotch against your thigh for some relief as he fluidly moved in and out of you, getting you closer and closer to your next release.

The knot inside you got tighter and tighter, and you tried desperately to keep it from snaping again. Your legs started to shake involuntarily, and you knew you would not be able to resist much longer. Your breath came in shorter intervals and your moans got higher and higher. It would not last long till you would be swept away by pure bliss.

When the wave finally hit you, it was an overwhelming feeling. Your inner walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers again and again as your orgasm swept you away like a tsunami.

It took you a few moments to come back from your high while Daryl's gentle movements of his fingers let your orgasm slowly fade out.

"Okay", you began with a trembling voice as he slowly left your inner core, "that was something else."

Daryl’s head rested on the crook of your neck as you slowly recovered your breath, but you could still feel him chuckled lightly.

Slowly you stroked his hair and patted his neck. When he shifted his position slightly so that he did not crush you any further, you noticed that his shorts were suspiciously stuck to you.

Apparently, he had enjoyed this whole interaction too.

"I love you," you whispered before leaving a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"Love ya more."

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You patiently worked your way through the corn plants with the rake. The work was strenuous because the plants were close together - after all, you needed the greatest possible yield in a small area - and the relentless Georgian sun burned down on you.

Your hair stuck to you and the sweat kept dripping from the brim of your straw hat. Your arms ached, and despite the leather gloves you wore, you had blisters on your hands where they were tightly gripping the wooden handle of your gardening tool.

But despite everything, you kept working. You had to work through the soil so that the weeds had less chance to dispute the valuable nutrients from the crops.

This large field that you had laid out in the style of the "three sisters" was your whole pride. Corn, beans and pumpkins, the holy trinity of this bed, were perfectly coordinated. The Native Americans had already cultivated these three plants in this way.

And what worked for them could work for you too.

You have been toiling for hours. Your clothes were soaked in sweat and your back ached. Nevertheless, you continue to work, moving slowly but steadily through the beds.

"Here," you heard Rick say behind you at some point.

With great effort you straightened up and massaged your back. You felt every single vertebra as it slowly popped back into its original position. An exhausted moan could be heard as you finally turned to the man behind you.

Rick just stood there, bottle of water in hand, his eyes fixed on the fields.

You gratefully took the bottle from him and took a few sips of the refreshing liquid. Especially with such sweaty work in the blazing sun, it was incredibly important to drink enough if you did not want to suffer sunstroke.

And unfortunately, you were predestined to forget it sometimes. But Rick paid attention. You were family, and family looked after each other.

“Looks really good. If the plants continue to grow like this, we will be able to bring in quite a good yield. You are really a talented little farmer."

You looked at him in surprise with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not sure right now whether I should thank you or whether you insulted me."

“Believe me Y/N”, Rick laughed and put his hand on your shoulder, “that was meant as a compliment. An honest compliment. If we didn't have you, we almost certainly wouldn't even be able to harvest half as much. You really have a knack for it."

“Well, everyone does what they can. And I can do that."

You lowered your gaze. You felt uncomfortable when someone complimented you, so you tried to belittle it.

"No", Rick smiled at you friendly, "some do more than others."

After a long day of work and a long - but cold - shower, you sat down with Carol for dinner. You missed your family members. You missed Daryl.

The presence of the older woman had been a comfort to you in the last few days. This run had been going on for five days now, and it was impossible to tell when they would be back.

The feeling you felt in the pit of your stomach was almost the same as when Daryl had disappeared into the forest with Merle. Back then you thought you would never see him again.

But it was different now. Now you had hope that you would see him again.

Maybe.

“It's only been five days Y/N/N. It's too early to worry,” Carol tried to cheer you up.

"I'm not worried," you said stubbornly while you continued to stare at your now cold food.

"Yes of course. That's exactly why you've been poking around in your meal for ten minutes. You haven't even taken a bite."

You looked tiredly at the woman across from you.

“Eat, you worked hard. And tomorrow you will work as hard again as I know you. You need the calories. And believe me, you'd rather eat it voluntarily than have me cram it into you."

Carol had used her best mother voice. Even if Carol was not many years older than you, this woman had somehow become a mother's substitute for you.

After a few moments you finally began to empty your bowl slowly.

Getting around the days was easy. There was always enough work in the gardens and in the fields, you were busy and did not have much time to think.

In the nights it was different. They were bad.

The bed was way too big for you alone, and you lacked the warmth of Daryl's body.

Even on the hot nights of Georgia, you always fell asleep snuggled together. Ever since you had spent your first night like this, you knew that you could never do it again without it.

Now you were alone. Yet again. Daryl was still on this fucking run, and the solitude in those four walls that you had always enjoyed before, now seemed overwhelming to you.

What is he doing right now? Was he okay? Was he thinking of you, too?

With these wistful thoughts, you finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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"If they are not back by tomorrow, we will send a search party out," announced Rick over breakfast.

You made no reply as you continued to choke down your small portion of porridge, bite by bite. You were not really hungry, but Carol's stern look had kept you from skipping breakfast.

“I'm sure they are fine. They will definitely be back here soon, "said Hershel soothingly," they are all experienced with such actions. They are sure to be fine."

Yes, they were all experienced, knew how to behave and how to protect themselves, but that nagging feeling persisted in you.

You had spent the whole morning working in the fields again, laboriously dragging buckets of water to provide the crops with enough moisture. If it did not rain soon, this would probably be your main occupation for the next few days and weeks.

You had two canisters tied to the outer end of a thick wooden stick. So, you could carry the heavy burden on your shoulders and not in your aching hands.

As you were trudging up the hill again with a full load of water, Rick was leaning against the base of the central guard tower, smiling, and staring into the distance.

"Looks as if we could save ourselves the search."

These words made your body tingly and you immediately turned to face the gates. You could not prevent an unspeakably bright smile from spreading on your face.

"Oh my god," you whispered when you saw the column of cars approaching the prison.

An unmistakable chopper at the head of the convoy.

An army of butterflies exploded in your stomach when you saw Daryl. He was back. He really came back to you.

When he finally brought his bike to a stop and casually dismounted it, you couldn't hold back any longer. Without further hesitation, you dropped the water canisters, which hit the floor with a thud, and immediately spread their moist contents over the floor.

You ran quickly towards Daryl. But even before you had covered half the distance, he was already coming towards you - a radiant smile on his lips.

When you finally met, you immediately put your arms around each other in a tight hug. Your head rested on his chest while he laid his head lovingly on top of yours.

Cuddled so tightly you could hear how fast his heart was beating, and an indescribable feeling of happiness flooded your body. Daryl was back - back by your side.

"Did you miss me," he finally began, and you could hear him grinning right away.

“No,” you answered, “not at all. Not one bit."

“Felt the same way."

With these words, his strong arms tightened around you even more, as if he were trying to melt into you.

So absorbed in your reunion, it took some time until you noticed that Rick and Carol were already discussing the successful run with the rest of the group.

"We got almost everything," you heard Glenn say when you had finally separated from each other and now went to the cars where everyone else was standing - your little fingers still hooked together.

"We found hundreds of canning jars and even seeds," added Sasha.

"Wheat, oat and a lot more." Maggie pointed to the back of the overcrowded pickup truck.

"And we also solved the problem with the heating," said Daryl mysteriously.

This run was really a complete success. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.

> C O C K A D O O D L E D O O <

Suddenly the gushing and loud greeting was silent. Inquiring eyes met knowing faces.

You and Rick looked at each other as to ask if you really had heard this now.

> C O C K A D O O D L E D O O <

"What the hell is that", Rick wanted to know.

"What did it sound like?"

Daryl grinned mischievously and leaned casually against his bike; arms crossed over his chest. His chin raised challengingly.

"No," was all you could say at that moment.

"Yea," Daryl nodded, still grinning.

"No way!"

"Yea, a rooster and six chickens."

"How? Where? How?"

You were completely surprised and had to grin broadly. That was one of the best that could have happened to your community.

"Believe it or not, they were just walking around on a street corner," Glenn explained, looking incredulous about his statement himself.

"So the cattle market wasn't closed after all," you replied sarcastically.

Immediately Daryl had to roll his eyes.

"Just don't start with that," you chuckled and gave him a playful clap on the upper arm.

“You really missed something Y/N,” said Maggie with a grin, “believe me it was really impressive to see how Daryl caught the poultry. Didn't know that he was doing so well as a farmer."

"Yea, ha-ha, very funny!"

Daryl's ears had turned deep red, but then he had to laugh himself at the thought of this chicken-catching operation.

"I really would have liked to see that," you said with a laugh.

"Well, maybe there will be a repetition," said Glenn, "we have to get the critters out of the car somehow without them getting lost again."

"Ya can forget that right away," Daryl announced in a stern voice.

"Don't worry, I'll help you", you smiled at your boyfriend.

After a few minutes of reunion, you started to get the supplies out of the cars and to distribute them in the storage rooms.

Building a chicken coop was definitely on your to-do list for tomorrow. And it has been a long time since you had been looking forward to a job as much as this.

"And I found something for you too," Maggie whispered to you when she put her arm around your shoulders in a friendly manner.

You two had just cleared away a load of canning jars and were about to trot back to the cars.

"And that would be?"

Surprised you stopped and looked at her questioningly. You did not ask her to get you anything.

“I won't tell you yet,” she smiled, “but you will definitely enjoy it - as well as Daryl."

With these words, your best friend left you in the yard as she made her way back to the cars with a mischievous grin.

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The One He Got Right

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 2,700

Warnings: None. Just a crazy amount of fluff.

Summary: Jay and (y/n) have been dating for several months now, so, when his birthday comes up, the reader wants to throw him a surprise party.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: Fluffy happy jay is my religion, that's all I'm gonna say. Also, I feel like the One Chicago universe could have a lot of surprise parties, so, if they won't give it to us, let's just indulge ourselves, right?

As always, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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“You know, babe, I was hoping you’d be able to get the Thursday off so that we could go out and have some fun, or just stay in and cuddle. You can choose.” Jay said whilst caressing your feet in his lap.

“While that does sound good, I’m not sure I can convince my boss to give me the time off on such short notice, Jay.” You confessed with a tired sigh. “But what’s so special about Thursday for Voight to give you a day off anyway? You didn’t mention any big cases lately…” You asked your boyfriend, not missing how he started to uncomfortably shift his position on the couch.

“Uh, he said I should take the day to myself because it’s my birthday. That’s why I was hoping-”

“What???” You asked him, sitting up straight, already buzzing with excitement. “It’s your birthday in four days and you didn’t tell me???” Jay just looked at you like you were crazy.

“Well, I’m telling you now. Besides, it’s not that big of a deal. I just figured that since I’m getting a rare day off, I’d spend it with the person I love…” He tried to sound nonchalant, but you knew what game he was playing. And, honestly, you didn’t really care, because you’d always loved birthdays and holidays in general. So, if you had a chance at being with Jay throughout his, you’d take it.

“Not that big of a deal? Who are you? The Grinch? Of course, it’s a big deal, babe!” Your excitement was almost tangible. “So, tell me, what is it you want us to do, hum? Is there gonna be a party? Wait a second, have you been party-planning without me this whole time?” Your boyfriend couldn’t understand how went from too grinny to too offended in two seconds like that.

“What? Party? No! No! Not at all, baby! I really just thought we could spend some quality time together, you know, without the possibility of me getting called in at any minute…" He told you and, all of the sudden, he looked exhausted, making you feel stupid for bombarding him with your craziness like that.

"Oh, okay… Look, I'm sorry I freaked out, babe. It's just that you're such an amazing boyfriend – and everything else, really –, so, when you said it's your birthday… Let me do something?" You asked, with what you considered to be your sweetest smile. At that, Jay started chuckling lightly.

"Well, I could let you do something, but your company is already gonna be much more than just something. And that's all I could possibly want from you, princess." How could you even try to resist that man?

"Okay. Then, uh, I'll get the day off, no matter what, but… I'm still doing something!" You said with a wicked smile.

"Oh, God. Fine, just don't exaggerate, okay?" Hearing that, you gave him a look.

"Right, right. Note to self: don't exaggerate." At that point, Jay decided to just give in, which was the best he could do, since your plan was already shaping up in your head. It was going to be a long four days…

The next morning, after leaving Jay’s place, you started calling people while walking to work. The first on your list was Herrmann because there was no party without a venue. And what better venue for your boyfriend’s birthday celebration than the very place where he liked to spend so much time?

“Hi, (y/n/n)! How you doing?” Christopher asked with his usual excited voice.

“Hey, Chirs! I’m great, how are you? And how are Cindy and the kids?” First things first: to convince the petty man to let you use his bar like that, you were gonna need to be your most charming self.

“Ah, we’re all good too, thanks for asking, kid! Listen, uh, how’s everything between you and Halstead? He hasn’t shown up at Molly’s in a while…” Normally that would have gotten you worried, but this time you knew that it was because of the demanding case his unit had closed last week and then because of how he was trying to spend most of his crazy free hours with you.

“Everything’s fine, really. The thing is that he’d been a little too busy with Intelligence’s latest case and then he was a bit tired in his free time, so we’d just spend the nights in… But thank you for the concern, Chris!” By that point of your relationship with Jay, you’d met pretty much everyone who hung out at the first responders’ bar (at least everyone who was friends with your boyfriend), and it was fair to say that they all had a lot of appreciation for you. Herrmann, for example, was always trying to look after you. Treating you like a daughter. And, as sweet as that was, you were about to use it to get him to give up Molly’s for the party. “So, um, you mentioned that we haven’t been to Molly’s much lately… How’s the business going?”

“Ah, (y/n/n), look at you! Always worrying about other people! The business is going well! But you know how these things are… Could always be better.” He told you, in that very Herrmann way, always thinking ahead and making growth plans.

“Yeah… Well, you know, Jay always tells me about how much he loves it there… How much that place and the people in it, especially you, mean to him…” You threw your bait. It wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t exactly a lie either. You knew how much all of that meant to Jay, he never even had to tell you about it.

“Really?” You could practically hear Herrmann’s grin through the phone. “I hope he knows that we all at 51, hell, at Molly’s, see him as family too! He’s such a good kid... ” Perfect. It was now or never.

“Speaking of him knowing how much he means to us, as you know that his birthday is coming up on Thursday, I was-”

“What??? His birthday? I, I, I, ah, I didn’t know that…” Another perfect strike for you.

“Well, then I guess that makes it a bit weird for me to ask you what I was about to…” God, it was moments like this that made you think that you could've been an actress.

“No! What?! Not at all, what was it?”

“I was wondering if you could give Molly’s up for a surprise party I wanna throw for him...” You said, ripping the band-aid off, with your fingers crossed that the guilt-trip you tried to put him on would work its magic.

“Oh!” If only you could see him now! Split between wanting to show Jay how much he cared and the projections of how much he’d lose giving Molly’s up like that. “You know what? To the hell with it! Jay was one of our first regular customers and got us rid of that scumbag Arthur, so yeah! We’re doing that for him!” You wanted to scream at how perfectly your plan had worked out, but you stopped yourself as Herrmann said (for no one’s surprise): “But I’m not giving any free drinks to anyone!”

“Okay, okay, Chris.” You said laughing. “What you’re doing is enough help already! Thank you so much!”

“Nah, don’t worry about it! Just wish everyone would appreciate my gestures as much as you do, instead of complaining that I should be doing more…” At that point, you were laughing your ass off, as you couldn’t keep it inside any longer.

“Okay, then I’ll let you know when and who’s gonna need the keys to set up the decoration and stuff.” You said whilst brushing the tears away from your eyes.

“Alright, (y/n/n), I gotta go now, but I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yeah, talk soon. Bye.” One down, some more to go.

And that's how you spent your morning: completely ignoring your work, in between calls to put Jay's surprise party in motion. You put Stella, Severide, and whoever else wanted to help them in charge of the drinks. Sylvie and Chloe were on the cake. Adam and Kevin were taking care of the food, duly supervised by Kim and Hailey, as you knew they couldn't be trusted to not eat anything before the time. You let Maggie and Ethan in charge of the decoration, along with any more help they could get at Med. And Will and Platt were going to contact Jay's other friends. You were on the tricky assignment of keeping your boyfriend in the dark about all of that until it was Thursday night. While, also, overseeing everyone's work, because, well, you were the organizer!

To say that there were many bumps along the short period of time you had until the party was stating the obvious. Several times during those three days you got calls from Will, panicking over the fact that, every time he saw his brother, he felt an urge to scream 'Surprise!!!'. Seriously, after this party, Jay Halstead just couldn't let you out of his life, because the amount of energy it took to keep yourself from murdering his older brother... It was a clear show of love.

Still, everything went well and there were no murders. The Thursday morning came as quickly as you knew it would and, thankfully, everyone had their parts of the plan pretty much done. Which meant it was your time to shine: operation keep-the-detective-from-detecting had begun!

“So, today’s the day. Are you gonna tell me what is it that we’re doing?” Jay asked you with a soft smile on his lips.

“Yes, of course, detective. But only after we get you a proper birthday breakfast!” You told Jay while pulling him out of the apartment to go to this diner you knew he loved. When you got there, the orders were already waiting for you at your favorite table, and, being the silly bean he is, your boyfriend got pretty impressed by it.

“But, what?! How did you get them to do this? I thought they never took orders over the phone!”

“And they never do!” You confirmed with a wink, trying to hold back the laughter. Not that you could keep it inside any longer when his eyes landed on the personalized birthday wishes written on the pancakes. As much as he liked to act like a tough guy most of the time, at that moment he couldn’t help but let out his inner excited little boy.

“Oh my God! This is amazing! It’s so cute!” He beamed brightly.

“I know, I know. Now eat your breakfast, birthday boy!” You ordered with a fake look of annoyance on your face. But instead of just digging in on the food, like you’d told him to, he leaned in from across the table to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“The day barely even started and I already know that this is gonna be one of the best birthdays of my life!” He told you, as a genuinely happy smile took over his features.

“Well, then I’m glad I can be of service.” You said, and, like that, the day passed by. You wandered, hand-in-hand, the streets of a rare sunny Chicago, had lunch by the Riverwalk, went to the movie theater, and, finally, back to his place.

“Okay, today was amazing! But, I gotta admit, I’m a bit tired… So what do you say we open a bottle of wine, order some Italian, and cuddle our way into the night, hum?” Jay asked, already sitting on the couch with his phone in hand.

“I say a big colossal no!” Hearing that, he looked at you super confused. “Because I already told Will that we were gonna meet him for a couple of beers at Molly’s.” Instead of just sighing and standing up like you thought he’d do, your boyfriend narrowed his eyes to you, in a way that showed he got suspicious of something. “What?”

“We’re gonna meet Will at Molly’s? On my birthday?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No, nothing. It’s just that, coming from you and Will on my birthday,” shit! He emphasized the birthday part again, “that doesn’t sound like just a meetup for beers at Molly’s, that’s all.” Damn it, a thousand times damn it! Why did he have to be so good? And that stupid cocky smile he had on right now was still gonna be the death of you. Before you even said anything, you knew it wasn’t gonna be very convincing, given how useless your brain seemed to be at the moment. So you could only hope that he’d turn a blind eye and just go along with it when you said:

“Well, it is just a meetup at Molly’s. And, if you must know, I only agreed to it because Will spent all day blowing up my phone with texts, saying that I stole his baby brother from him on a date that you two should always spend together.” You lied, trying to put up an annoyed façade.

“Ah, well, if that’s the case, then let’s just stay here and ignore our phones.” Jay suggested with a shrug. He knew you were lying, damn it!

“No!” You answered a bit too quickly. “We, uh, we can’t do that! Because, first of all, it would be very douchy and, second, Will would be mad at me forever, and that can’t happen if I have any hopes of ever becoming a Halstead.” You didn’t even realize what you’d just said, until after it came out, but then it was too late to go back. He glued his eyes on you immediately, while you tried to hide your blushing face with your hands. “I can’t believe that I really just said that out loud.” You sorta-whispered shyly, never uncovering your face.

“Me neither…” He confessed with a huge grin, also going to remove your hands off your face with his. “Baby, I know I don’t say this much, because, as you know, words aren’t really my strongest suit, but I love you. And I, too, have real high hopes that you’ll become a Halstead someday.” He told you, making your eyes tear up.

“I love you too, babe.” You barely let it out before he pulled you in for a warm loving kiss.

“So, you say that a lot in your head, hum?” He asked with a smug smirk on his lips.

“Shut up, let’s just go.” You grunted, trying hard not to blush again.

“Do we really have to, though? You know Will doesn’t get to decide anything between us.” Jay tried to reason with you, apparently forgetting about his suspicions.

“I know, but we’re not bailing on him like this, Jay.” At that, he gave you an annoyed pouting look but eventually gave it up and headed to the bar with you.

Before you got out of the cab, you managed to, discretely, shoot Will a quick text, to let everyone know that you’d arrived. That way, as soon as Jay opened the door, letting you in first as usual, the mini crowd of guests shouted:

“Surprise!!!!!” You couldn’t help but break up in laughter when your boyfriend almost jumped back outside after the scare. Jay Halstead, the man who was always prepared for anything, got completely caught by surprise this time.

“Oh my God, guys, what the hell?” He asked with a shocked expression that just made everyone in the bar laugh hard, as they started reaching out to hug him and say their birthday wishes.

In the midst of all that, Jay saw you smiling shyly on a corner and immediately knew who was the mastermind behind it all. That made him think of how, when you came into his life, you were like a sunshine ray that never darkened, making his hardest days easier and better. And you were even more now.

Jay Halstead had definitely made a lot of wrong, shitty, decisions throughout his life. On both personal and professional levels, they’d gotten him a lot of heartache. But dating you was for sure the one he got right.

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