#i'd write somethin for yall

[o-i-w-u]

she is the best change my mind.

[brineoffire]

It took me a while to write this, so I apologize 😔 but part 4 is here! I'll be writing for the monster au for a bit 👉👈

Part 4- Beaten Not Stirred

Previous chapter!

You're flat on your back. Again. You've been sparring with Ghost for about half an hour now and, surprisingly? He's hard to read. Well. That’s not actually surprising. What is actually surprising you is how he's not just kicking you down with sarcastic remarks like the lieutenants you’ve had before. You’ve gotten back up each time, setting yourself back up as he waits patiently. It's hard not to focus on how he immediately readies for your next attack as soon as you move, realizing you're that easy to read. You unconsciously speed up your moves, if they're reading you, gotta move faster. Hand eye coordination is a must and you thank the gods you played so many fighting games because you'd definitely be putting up zero fight without them. It takes more time but you slowly pick up on his moves, noticing tiny windows of time between his motions you can exploit. You hold off until you can pull together a full plan, getting thrown to the ground several more times in the next five minutes. Trying another tactic you throw a punch that masks the real blow, a kick to his torso, and your foot almost makes contact this time before he jabs the back of your knee, ducking and pushing you forward so you end up falling on your face this time.

“Up again then.”

You push yourself up with a grunt and face off with the man again. This time you try to rely on speed, always being a stronger suit for you, and string together all the details you noticrd. You rush him ducking under his arm as he aims to block you. Before he can change tactics you press your shoulder into his side, aiming to push him off balance, and it works. Getting him to stumble isn't enough so you follow through, planting your foot on his side and kicking again, this time landing the hit and dropping him to the ground. A grunt of surprise leaves him as he catches himself, hands keeping his face from connecting with the ground, almost graceful, unlike your falls. He stands, looking away from you and you feel proud of yourself for a few seconds before you swallow, seeing the skull of his mask glare at you from over his shoulder. He grunts and gives you a nod before pointing off with his thumb.

“Go eat.” Is all he says and you're quick to listen, headed off past him to the mess hall. In your rush you don't even notice how his eyes follow you closely before flickering over to the other man that stood by unnoticed.

“Like I said. Good reflexes.” Price comments, arms crossed over his chest as Ghost nods at him.

“Quick on the pickup too. Always got somethin up yer sleeve ay Price?”

“Aye. There's somethin about the look a him. E'll be a good addition I know it.” 

Rushing yourself to the mess hall you can't help but feel worried about the outcome of your sparring with Ghost. Was that good? Did it take too long? How was it supposed to go? You fret to yourself about it while recalling Ghost's eyes, a hard stare with a dark, unreadable focus. Moving on autopilot while you grab your lunch, not noticing Soap nudge Gaz then nod to you over at their table. Gaz raises a curious eyebrow as he watches you from across the rowdy cafeteria. 

“Damn near looks like the LT took the piss outta ‘im aye?” Gaz shakes his head, eyes still tracking you.

“Ay, but he looks no worse the ware. Think he threw in the towel?” Soap barks out a string of laughs.

“Naw. If he had Ghost'd seen ‘'im off then an’ there.” Soap stands at his spot on the table waving an arm at you as you turn. You're snapped out of your repetitive thoughts when you notice him, making a beeline towards the two of them as Soap nods at you with a grin. 

“Aye lad, dunnit be so hard on yerself. Ghost is always tough on newcomers, ‘init no shame losin’ ta him, man’s impossible.” You look at him confused, your brow furrowed, a questioning hum on your lips.

“Yer spar. ‘M guessin’ ya had it rough, no?” You shake your head and look down to your tray. 

“I-uh. I dropped him once… Just kinda worried ah did it wrong er somethin?” They both stare at you for a beat too long and you look up to see their dumbfounded faces.

“W-What?” You ask, immediately more anxious than earlier.

“The fuck you mean, ya dropped ‘im?” Gaz asks, astonished.

“That mean sumthin else here?” You question, even more concerned.

“Noh. But you. You? Dropped the LT? You sparred with the LT and HE fell?” Soap responds incredulously.

“Ya! But that’s just it! He just glared at me after. Did I fail a test er sumthin? Was I not suppost ta knock him down?” They look at each other, then back to you before they erupt into laughter.

“Ah never thought ayed see the day Ghost lost a spar ta someone day. Fuckin’. One!” Soap exclaims, tears pricking the corners of his eyes with how hard he’s laughing. Gaz isn’t much better off, his whole body shaking with his laughter as his forehead rests on the table. You’re less concerned now, but still very confused as you wait for them to settle. First to slowly laugh his last laugh is Gaz, who sits up and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Okay, okay. So you beat him once, yeah? How many trues did that take then?” You hiss though your teeth, taking a moment to think, your limbs pulsing with soreness as you recall how many times you hit the ground.

“I stopped counting after twenty, but that was only after about six minutes or so. We went for over fourty.” Soap barks out a few more laughs and nods.

“Aye, now that sounds ‘bout right, but whaz all this ‘bout winnin’ wrong then? Sounds like ya’ should be proud.”

“I was for a bit, but he just glared at me and sent me out. Was he pissed off at me er sumthin’?” Soap claps you on the shoulder and shakes his head.

“Now, now recruit. Dun’ you worry yer pretty lil’ head about the LT bein’ pissed witcha. You'da known real quick if ‘e was.” Gaz nods along.

“Ay, that's true newbie. Trust us, you did real good for your first time fightin’ ‘im.” Exhaling a deep breath, you also nod.

“Hell, alright. I'm just glad I didn't fuck up my first day then. Thank yall.” They both smile at you with reassuring nods and slowly slip back into regular lunchroom conversations. You dig into your food and pause, eyes flickering to Soap, watching him as he's focused on his talk with Gaz. Pretty little head? You state at him for a short time before focusing on your food again. Should you those words stuck in your head? Probably not. Are they the only thing you're thinking about? Yes…

[kushami-hime]

Update!

Hi guys! Sorry for being half dead, just been having a bit of creators block I guess, but all of your VERY spicy asks are being read, I assure you 👀 yall are another breed, I swear

Maybe I've just been getting burned out or somethin, especially with holidays coming up. But speaking of holidays, I'm working on 2 holiday wavs for B/aku and T/odo that I didn't have enough time to finish last year, but if anyone has one more holiday wav prompt, I'd be willing to add it to the roster with a different character!

In other news I'm doing my best to get around to doing a much needed K/iri wav since I think I got an idea of how I want his snz to sound, other than that I'll try to focus more on recording than writing scripts since I have a bunch of scripts already done.

Anyway, stay safe and warm guys, love ya!

[halftheway]

the state of open arms is dire yall. this series is my baby, i promised i'd finish it and i want to but. gestures at the last two months. i do believe in separating character from cc and all but it does make me feel a little gross sometimes trying to think abt writing. checks notes. half the polycule. obvioisly my little fic is not the biggest problem in the world rn compared to what these women have been thru (and also sapnsp's general deal) but its somethin that's been weighing on me bc i'm not too sure how to proceed! i love my versions of these characters and i know others do too but i think maybe a deliberate step back from writing (as opposed to just being hyperfixed on other stuff💀) might be the way to go for a bit? not sjre im thinking out loud rn but if there are any open arms readers that would want to weigh in pls do feel free my inbox is open

[wolfriver777]

dissecting my mdzs playlist

It is very small cause I don't go out of my way to find songs to associate with characters they come to me while I'm chilling. I have a bit to say and like also lyrics to force ya'll to read.

Things to Do - Alex G. I associate this song largely with Lan Xichen and post canon in particular. This lyric in particular drives me insane /pos "The calculator will make the same mistakes Yeah, I see it in its face" The lyrics in gen I think just really hit the spot for Lan Xichen.

I Wait for You - Alex G. Wangxian!!! More specifically Lan Wangji, it's just so them i encourage you to look at the lyrics, but of course the classic chorus "It's nothing new I wait for you" and the beginning " Selling pills to the girls when they cross the block I told him he should quit that sketchy scene He said, "Nothing compares to the fever dream" ughughugh *explodes*

Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo. Jiang cheng and Wei Wuxian yes easily chengxian too me cause of how kinda homoerotic the song is if you ask me. I wish I could just copy and paste all the lyrics here cause the whole song fits them so fucking well!!! I think the 2nd verse just hits the chengxian vibes the most "Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately I feel your compliments like bullets on skin Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?" The 2nd chorus also hits so hard but theres one more i want to add that just hits harder than the chorus, the final verse is just *chef's kiss* "Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me You poison every little thing that I do Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you" It's about the envy and its delicious

Can't Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, yes my brain also reads this with a chengxian vibe. I love the idea that through out those 13 years that Wei Wuxian's memory bitterly haunted Jiang Cheng, there's something awful about the idea of Jiang Cheng having an intense freak out because well, Wei Wuxian is gone, he's dead. " Bet you thought I'd never do it Thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter Be somethin' easy to forget Oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left" This verse in particular itches my brain just right and then of course the chorus as well drives me insane, when i tell you, you can imagine Jiang Cheng so breaking down to this song and it drives me insane But I'm in the trees, "I'm in the breeze My footsteps on the ground You'll see my face in every place But you can't catch me now Through wading grass, the months will pass You'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere"

The Night We Met - Lord Huron. Lan Wangji, wangxian if you will. Honestly I shouldn't copy and paste another whole damn song, BUT this damn line "I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you" I'm just gonna explode again, yall should totally listen to the whole song or like read all the lyrics cause god fucking damn.

Wait for It - Hamilton musical. Jiang Cheng, Once again fellasI shoudn't copy and paste a whole 'nother song but fuuuuuck, admittedly I had forgotten how Jiang Cheng this song is until I'm listening to it to write this. "When they died they left no instructions Just a legacy to protect" look at me and tell me that doesn't have the vibes of the fall of Lotus Pier! Also the damn chorus god that just fits the vibe of of mdzs as a whole in my brain "Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway"... Mdzs is so just, there's a lot of grey area to me but god. I seriously cant post the whole damn lyrics but towards the end it get's very Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian and just ugh im going insane.

Night Shift - Lucy Dacus. Jiang Cheng, chengxian. Let me just copy and paste the whole lyrics again. This verse in particular "Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth Call you a bitch and leave? Why did I come here? To sit and watch you stare at your feet? What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands?" and this one " Now bite your tongue, it's too dangerous to fall so young Take back what you said Can't lose what you never had" and of course the final verses(?) " You got a 9 to 5, so I'll take the night shift And I'll never see you again if I can help it In five years I hope the songs feel like covers Dedicated to new lovers" The way this verse is just repeated and builds up in sound and just yall, I'm screaming and crying just thinking about the vibes in my head that I just cant word! The whole "never seeing you again if I can help it" what if I was evil y'all?

True Blue - boygenius. Wei Wuxian. God I honestly don't know at this point what lyric made me pin point this as a song for him. It just definitely feels it can be about him you know. "When you don't know who you are, you fuck around and find out When you called me from the train, water freezing in your eyes You were happy and I wasn't surprised" Wei Wuxian always figures it out, god just yeah and the chorus about how it feels good to be known and you cant hide from them like you hide from yourself? uuuuh Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng! and "You've never done me wrong Except for that one time that we don't talk about Because it doesn't matter anymore Who won the fight? I don't know, we're not keeping score" I am so evil about them god, And Wei Wuxian's love being tried and just waaaaah im gonna explode

Stay Down - boygenius. Wei Wuxian. When I tel you there's a verse that is so Wei Wuxian and it make's me so damn evil, The song as a whole fits him so well but this verse is just so him especially post sunshot campaign me thinks. " So, would you teach me? I'm the villain, aren't I? Aren't I the one constantly repenting for a difficult mind? Push me down into the water like a sinner Hold me under and I'll never come up again" God try and tell me that it doesn't suit him, go on. I just sdlfhlskxfjlksdfj

Afraid of Heights - boygenius. Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao. Xiyao. Thought this had vibes, friend said that it fits xiyao, I agree. the reverse of risking and not risking just sorta fit. I personally imagine the lyrics being from Lan Xichen's perspective. I think the last two verses in particular really hit but its really the last one that make's make think of them " You called me a crybaby But you're the one who got teary Telling me what you believe How we're stuck in entropy How it hurts to hope Oh, it hurts to hope for more Oh, it hurts to hope the future Will be better than before"

[arcadequeerz]

AUUGUDH

[houseofdabs]

It Smells Like Fish In Here, Bo Close Your Legs

just wanted to write some slice of life (?)

Think im back from my hiatus so take this small thing

warnings: none

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Hot Louisiana afternoons were spent along the banks of the closest swim-able bodies of water, jeans were cuffed high to stay dry from waters as ankles and calves cut through the stream. Fingers dug in the wet land and worms squirmed from within their upturned homes as Lester raked through the mud, trying to unearth more bait. Strums of twangy guitar from speakers that played Reba McEntire mixed with the sounds of the deafening nature surrounding their land in Ambrose and he found himself able to zone in on completing his task.

"Y'know, that's bullshit." Bo interrupted the tranquility, taking a drag from his cigarette before exhaling and continuing, "If it was me and that were one a yall I woulda fessed up sooner, ain't no way I'd dilly dally 'round like that, shit I mean if you're gonna kill a motherfucker least you could do is plan it 'forehand, dang." Only he could get so irritated at a storyline in a song.

"I don't know, I think she mighta just not known he was comin' home s'fast." Lester yet again playing the defense for whatever media Bo decided to criticizing. He had paused to watch Bo when he talked, giving him his undivided attention before straightening up and making his way back to his brother.

"Pssh, like I said, lack of plannin'." Bo waved his hand dismissively and Lester rolled his eyes at the eldest Sinclair's lack of self awareness.

"Like you'd know shit 'bout plannin'-" Lester started before getting cut off by Bo sharp laugh and him trying to interject before Lester quickly grabbed the reigns of the conversation, "No, no, y'can't say shit, you get way too into it, y'don't think."

"You callin' me stupid?" Bo's tone teetered on defensive and Lester was quick to reassure him. "Nah, nah't'all, I'm jus' sayin', y'know there's like a study or somethin', or whatever, 'bout how when people are in the act of, y'know, that, they tend to get messy."

"You sayin' I don't know what I'm doin' or somethin'?"

Lester couldn't help but groan and roll his eyes, his shoulders slumping and body swaying in the manner of a kid about to start a tantrum. "Ughh, Bo, y'know that's not what in the hell I mean, jackass. I'm jus' fuckin' messin' witcha." He placed his hand on Bo's shoulder and tugged at the sleeve lightly before turning away and wiping his hands on his pants and searching through his pack.

"Y'got mud on my shirt, dipshit." Bo grumbled while brushing off the bit of dried dirt.

"Aww, cause it's gonna kill ya, right?" Lester sneered playfully before retrieving a hefty sized joint and lighter, motioning it towards Bo, "Maybe this'll help get the stick outta yer ass."

Bo sucked at his teeth and shot a glare at Lester before snatching the materials from his youngest sibling's hands, making sure not to be too rough with it before trading off the fishing pole. "Well you need to worry about puttin' THAT stick in yer hand and catchin' some of this goddamn fish, cause Vincent said he's gonna kick our ass if we came back empty handed."

"Thought you weren't scared'a no one?"

"Lester, shut the hell up ‘fore I beat yer ass."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

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WOAH!! HEY GUYS I JUST READ YALLS JON IN HERMITCRAFT FIC AND LIKE !!!!!! WOAHEOAHWOAH!!!! VERY COOL!!!!

i havent even listened to magnus archives yet [its literally the next podcast im planning to listen to dw] but i am obsessed with this fic. its actually so cute despite the poor guy being in distress most of the time.

i will now theorise and talk about ur fic in ur ask box if thats ok sjdbhdhdhhedjbdjdb

🤔🤔 i wonder why jon was put for a day instead of respawning immidiately? maybe the server was struggling to connect him for the first time or somethin? or xisuma was tryin to block him or somethin? idk, itd be funny if it was The Universe forcing him to get some sleep for once. actually yea i hope thats it.

itll be very funny [or angsty depending on how yall spin it] to see jon realise that death is a consequence-less action in this world, either he watches someone die or dies himself. bros in shock like,,,, my brother in christ i just witness a death 😱😨😱☹️😟😱, but then the person rematerialises in a nearby bed like,,, a second later like,,,, oopsie daisies 😅😅 just got pranked and exploded along side my house 😝😝 mustve been that pesky bird 🤭🤭🤭 I'll be back, just have to collect my stuff 😮‍💨😮‍💨 and jons sitting there like (,,#ﾟДﾟ)

BAHAHAHA if jon was shocked at the ears and tail on ren then i cannot wait to see his reaction to doc adfsfjakggkagkkgaakgagakg

*clapping!!* Cub!! my favourite basement dweller!!

Omg i didnt even Think of how people casually talking about mining for supplies would sound!! very thoughtful on yalls part :D

Woooo!!! map mechanics!!!!

also!!! cub saying that jon would make it to Tangos by sun set IF he doesnt get lost feels like,,,,, foreshadowing,,,, where jon gets lost and has to deal with zombies and skeletons and spiders™️ 👀👀👀 bro will not survive the night sjdbjdbdhdhd

lmao no pressure to answer this but just know that i very much enjoyed the reading !!

WAAAHHHH JBSDJGBJDG Hi! I'm sorry, we were not expecting to wake up to anything this morning. We are extremely flattered!! We're going to try to talk/answer any of your questions or theories without spoiling anything we have planned but firstly! You should definitely listen to The Magnus Archives it's such a good podcast. You don't have to worry about our fic containing spoilers for any of the events in the podcast (to my knowledge, at least. Anyone is free to correct me).

____ 1) Our main reason for having him wait a day before respawning was so THIS MAN COULD SLEEP. This man hasn't had a proper 8 hours of sleep in weeks at this point and needed the rest. The Universe spoke and said he needs to sleep.

2) We're actually going to start to explore people dying in the next chapter and we are VERY very exciting to start on that. What I think will be funny even going forward is seeing how terrified Jon is of seeing people die verse how laid back the hermits are about it. Cause realistically this is what, their ninth season so I'd say they're pretty desensitized to it.

3) I think about his reaction to Doc a lot cuz here comes this shirtless creeper goat cyborg with crocs. IT'S JUST TOO PERFECT. We haven't pin pointed when we're going to introduce the two but when we do it's going to be so much fun to write.

4) Cub <3 <3 <3 So far Cub has been our favorite hermit to write cuz he's just so chill. He could say the most out there sentence and you'll be looking at him and he's just got a blank expression. You'll look at him like did you not just hear what came out of your mouth and he'll look like he's said nothing wrong. Love his guy

5) It's just a few things we think about the difference between hermits and non hermits. For hermits mining for resources is an (at least) a once a week things. Non hermits haven't needed to mine for resources by hand since what, since heavy machinery was introduced on the scene. So it's not something they think about unless their job is to mine for those resources / work those heavy machines.

6) I wouldn't say it's foreshadowing but mainly a light jab at Jon cuz maybe he looks like the kind of guy who you'd give him simply directions and he still gets lost.

(We are those people. Driving downtown is confusing even with a gps)

But yes, maybe Jon does have an encounter with some mobs later on. Who's to say? Hehe.

Anyways, I'm super glad that you've been enjoying our fic so far! Super exciting to get back to writing it more often now that we have a lot more free time.

Hope you have a good rest of your day/evening <3

-Xavier

[thatssonanii]

What's Done In The Dark

Bloodline Family Series

Summer looked around the neighborhood, observing it momentarily before walking up the long driveway. She stood on the porch wiping her hands on her pants a few times before ringing the doorbell.

The door opened and Teddy smiled wide at the woman on his porch. She smiled back and opened the screen door and stepped inside laughing when her cousin hugged her.

"What you doin here, Summer?" He asked smiling.

"I um had a break from school figured I'd drive over and see you guys. Is um ... are your parents here?" She asked softly.

He nodded a little. "I'll get em. You aight?"

"Yeah, I just need to talk to them."

Teddy nodded and directed her to their living room then tan upstairs to his parents room. When he opened their door he found his father sitting at the foot of their bed watching television and his mother sitting with her back against the headboard.

'Theodore, I didn't hear you knock."

He sucked his teeth, "Summer downstairs. She came to see yall."

Richard smiled and stood up. "Is she? That was nice of her."

"Its rude to just show up at someone's home without calling first."

Richard shook his head at his wife then pulled her up from the bed. She started to protect but gave up because she knew he wouldn't let her stay upstairs. Teddy followed behind them.

"What's going on, Summer?" Richard asked after hugging her.

"Nothing much. Had a break from school and decided to come see you guys. Hey, Queenie."

Queenie hugged her and sat down on the smaller sofa beside her husband. Teddy sat beside Summer on the larger sofa.

"So what's been going on? You're getting ready to graduate aren't you?"

"Yup, I am. In may."

"Isn't that great, Queenie? Medical school after?"

Summer nodded, "Yeah, I've already got acceptance letter."

Queenie gave a small smile.

"So what brought you here? You go to school an hour away Nd we never see you," Richard joked.

Summer played with her fingers for a moment then went into her purse and pulled out a few papers from her purse.

"Umm ... my last project for genetics was to research genetics and DNA companies and compare them to our family tree. We had to write a fifteen page paper on our findings and research and what not."

"I think that's enough, Summer. We were really busy."

"Chill, Ma. Let her finish," Teddy complained.

Richard put his hand on his wife's knee, "Give her a lil time. Go head, Summer."

Summer unfolded the papers, "Um I did mine on ancestry.com. When I got my results and started to compare them to the family tree and information my mom had give me."

"Auntie Pearl is always on point. She tells the best stories," Teddy added.

Queenie started to fidget uncomfortably and her leg bounced until Richard put his hand back on it to stop her.

Summer nodded, "Yeah, she does but this time it was different, they weren't. When I got to my mom and dad something was wrong."

Queenie shook her head, "Summer it's time to go."

Richard frowned, "Queenie, stop being rude. Go head, Summer."

"Umm, Pearl and Donald aren't my parents according to my results."

Teddy frowned reaching for the papers she held, "What? You was adopted or somethin?"

Teddy focused on the papers in his hands while they continued to talk.

"Did it tell you who your parents are then? I'm sure there was a good reason she never told you." Richard reasoned.

Summer played with her nails, "Yeah, it told me who my mom is. It told me almost everything. I also did more research just to make sure it was correct and it was."

Queenie stood up, "That's it. Get out, Summer. We do not wanna hear this."

Richard stood along with her, "That is enough. Let this girl talk, damn. I'm so sorry, Summer. You were about to tell is who your mother is."

Teddy stood up, anger written all over his face. He threw the papers at his mama.

"You're her mama! You! Its you! She's my sister not my cousin! My sister!"

"Wait ... wait ... Teddy calm down." Richard stressed. "Summer, is that true?"

"Its true! It's on them damn papers!" Teddy yelled.

Summer stood slowly, her eyes had glossed over. It took a lot to come to their house and she was going to get it all out.

"He's right, the papers are right. Spring Washington formerly Spring King is my mother. Father is unknown," She recited calmly, "You were fifteen when you got pregnant and sixteen when you had me. And as soon as you had me you gave me to our Aunt Pearl and our Uncle Donald. They took me to Mississippi and raised me as their own."

Tears pooled in Queenie's eyes feeling three sets of questioning eyes on her. "That's not true."

"Yes it is!" Summer yelled. "You gave me up. That's why you never wanted to come visit when everyone else did. You didn't want to see me."

Richard stared at his wife and Summer. He was speechless.

"We just all need to sit down and talk. Let's just sit."

Summer shook her head, "No, I just wanted to come and see if you would admit it to me. And you didn't. It's fine, they gave me a better life than you ever could. I'm leaving."

Summer stormed out of the house leaving the family in disarray.

"You act like you so much better than everybody else but you worse than everybody!"

Queenie's lips started to quiver and tears fell. Her world was crumbling around her and she couldn't do anything about it.

"Teddy, that's enough! She's still your mother, have respect."

"Fuck that! She dog people out for less and this is the shit that she hidin? I dont respect shit she got to say! I'm out man!"

Teddy turned to walk out when his father called out to him making him stop momentarily without turning around.

"Do not leave this house, Teddy. I'm serious."

Teddy scoffed continuing on out of the house. He didn't want to hear anything Queenie had to say or look at her. He pulled out of their driveway and sped out of the neighborhood.

Queenie cried softly staring at her husband, "I'm sorry, Richard. I'm so sorry. I thought no one would find out. I'm sorry."

"Is Summer your daughter? Yes or no?"

"Yes, she is."

"Were you attacked or something? If you were, then baby that's fine. No need to be crying."

Queenie shook her head wiping her eyes, "I wasn't. I was just young and stupid."

"You were fifteen when you got pregnant?" He asked softly.

Queenie knew he was putting things together in his head. She could only nod.

"You and I were together then. And then I remember you went to visit family for a few months. You were pregnant?"

Queenie nodded.

"So you were sleeping around like everybody in school said you were? Who dies Summer belong to? Cause she's not mine," Richard said, "Cause me and you didn't have sex until senior prom."

Queenie shook her head, "I dont know, I dont know."

Richard stared at her for a moment. Before making the same exit his son had. This was too much to take in or him, he needed time. Queenie fell to the floor and let out a scream as tears fell from her eyes.