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imagine being best friends with daryl with him being completely in love with you and one day you are telling him about how you think you are never gonna be loved bc all of your exes were bad and daryl almost colapses and thinks to himself: 😭😭BUT IM RIGHT HERE CANT YOU SEE😭😭

AHAHA I LOVED THIS BAE LIKE YES?? like poor daryl is just trying to breathe while you’re trauma dumping about your exes and he’s sitting there like 🧍🏻‍♂️ “I am literally in love with you”

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You flopped onto the grass beside Daryl with a heavy sigh, arms crossed dramatically over your chest.

“I’m gonna die alone,” you announced to no one in particular.

Daryl blinked. “What?”

“No, seriously. I’ve thought about it,” you continued, totally unbothered by the emotional chaos you were dropping into the world. “Every guy I’ve dated has been the worst. Like, impressively bad. It’s actually kind of a talent.”

Daryl shifted uncomfortably, eyes narrowing. “You talkin’ about that douchebag from Hilltop again?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. He said my knife collection was ‘unladylike.’ Like okay…sorry I have hobbies.”

Daryl made laughed for a moment, stoping himself after you gave him a look.

“Anyway…it’s fine. I’ve accepted my fate. I’m just not the kind of girl people fall in love with,” you said, pulling a blade of grass and twirling it around your fingers.

Daryl’s eyes shot at you.

“What?” he asked.

You waved a hand. “You know! I’m like the funny side character. The comic relief. Everyone’s like, ‘Oh yeah, she’s cool’ and then goes and marries someone named Tiffany or whatever.”

He stared at you.

Stared.

Visibly in love.

Emotionally combusting.

Mentally screaming I AM RIGHT HERE WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

Instead, all he managed was a grunt and an awkward elbow to your arm.

“Sure there’s… lots of guys willin’ to give ya a go.”

You snorted. “Wow. Sooo romantic, Dixon.” Dragging out all the syllables.

He shrugged. “‘S true.”

“Think I’d scare ‘em off.”

He glanced at you.

“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “But I’d stay.”

“…what?”

“Nothin’.”

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Tommy overhears Dustin say that Steve is his brother and thinks he means they’re actual brothers.

Steve’s dad is a serial cheater. It wouldn’t be crazy to find out that he had a kid with someone else. And it would explain why Steve suddenly started hanging out with a kid.

Now Tommy H is sticking up for Dustin? He’s threatening bullies on Dustin’s behalf?

Dustin doesn’t know what’s going on so he asks Steve about it. Steve gives him a shrug and his bias perspective of Tommy like, “He always does stuff like that. He was always telling people not to mess with me.”

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Idk why this got notes so suddenly but yay I love Erik being an overprotective caregiver

Caregiver Erik Lehnsherr Headcanons

This is totally based in an AU I've been daydreaming about for the last week or so...

A little backstory, this is set in the First Class era; YN is a mutant (time traveller) but in an accident trying to save Erik's life her mind got stuck at 5 years old and now Erik and Charles (who were her boyfriends) are her caregivers until she comes back to normal.

so here are my headcanons

Erik is overly protective of you, he is always finding ways to make the mansion more secure so you can have a calm life away from the danger.

He isn't the type to be playing around with kids, but tries his best to be there with you and understand everything you say when you start talking about some silly game.

He feels guilty about the accident, so he is determined to care for you with his best efforts. That includes making healthy meal plans, school schedules, learning activities and advanced courses for toddlers

Ofc he makes Charles teach you everything he thinks is important

For the first few weeks of your regression he wouldn't leave your side, didn't matter if you were in class, eating, or in the toilet, he was alway 5 steps from you, making sure you were safe

He will 100% use his powers to entertain you, he loves how you look at him like he's some incredible magician

Erik doesn't know any lullaby to sing to you so he tells you stories instead, sometimes reading classics like Cinderella or Snow White, sometimes making up stories about Charles's and Mystique's adventures

He wants to carry you everywhere, like he's afraid something bad will happen if he lets you wander alone, even when everyone is giving him a side-eye he will carry you around because you're the most precious thing for him

He will not miss any oportunity to remind you that the humans are evil and tell you "scary human stories" to make sure you never interact with any of them

He will have tea parties with a straight face and won't gossip, all he talks about is political stuff that you don't actually understand, but he will spend hours trying to make you understand

He makes Charles buy you anything you want, doesn't matter the prize or utility, you want a giant teddy bear that won't fit through the door? He is finding a way to remove the ceiling so you can get it

He is secretly training you so you can use your powers again, Charles thinks is dangerous because you're basically a kid, but Erik thinks you're pretty advanced for a 5y/o and will spend entire nights planning obstacle courses and mental puzzles for you to solve

He is the PROUDEST caregiver, he has a new picture of you on his wallet every week and will brag about your grades, your talents and sense of humour to anyone who will listen

he doesnt put your artwork on the fridge, he gets it framed and hanged around the mansion

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How Billy shows he loves you (Gn) :

When he puts his thigh over your feet to warm them up

He picks you up and drops you off everywhere without needing to be asked

He de-ices your car in the mornings

He helps you with cooking, a pro chopper and is great at mixing and mashing even the toughest, thickest mixtures

Makes you breakfast on his days off

Glares at anyone who interrupts you when you are talking, rambling, and will interrupt them back and bring the conversation back to you

Remember things you say about friends/co-workers

He loves the gossip

Will look out for your friends, scaring off creeps, giving them a ride too when he comes to pick you up. 

He likes going to the cinema together and gasp, actually watching the movies

Listens when you talk about your day and asks follow-up questions!!

He bakes the best bread

It’s become healing for him; he tries out all the different kinds. 

Just such an acts of service guy

You need gum? Open your mouth and he’ll spit you his

Want to try out a new hairstyle? Feel free to practice on him

Need help picking an outfit, he’s there and offering his opinions. Watching you strut around and do spins? He can’t think of a better use of his time

He’s protective of you, almost to a fault; he had to learn to calm down and become a boyfriend rather than a guard dog. 

He’s still ready to bark when needed, though

Something a little bit different that I had floating in my google docs.

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TWD POLY AU part 11

(Daryl x Fem!Reader x Shane)

Drabble

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: NSFW, shane smut, daryl solo, slight humiliation

The relationship between Daryl, Shane and you became a lot more... complicated. Mostly because you were still trying to figure out everything, they knew they wanted you and you wanted them, but learning to share something so intimate with each other was a little hard on them.

Well, it was hard on Shane to be honest. Daryl had been having a lot of fun with the situation since the beginning, but to Shane it was a whole new thing that he had to get used to.

That didn't mean he wasn't enjoying himself.

There was something within him that made him go feral knowing Daryl had sent you to him; some primitive urge to take you, to prove himself better than anyone else. It made him go crazy whenever he remembered Daryl was always observing you two together.

"He's watching, isn't he?" Shane asked you, his hand strong against your throat as he pounded hard into your core. You nodded enthusiastically, a shameless smile on your face as you were unable to answer properly, nothing but sinful sounds leaving your mouth.

You were on watch duty with him around the farm, then one thing led to another and you ended up fucking on the back of a truck. It'd be romantic, you and him making love under the night sky, if it wasn't for the nasty things that came from his mouth.

"What a pervert..." He thrusted harder into you, the squelching sounds filling the air as you gasped trying to control your voice "Getting off watching another man fuck his girl..."

Shane's hand slid up your neck, cupping your jaw, sliding his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to open up and let those cute sounds out.

"Such a dirty girl..." you swirled your tongue around his finger, moving your hips to match his thrusts.

Just a few steps away Daryl was leaning against the front part of the truck, panting and gasping for air as he stroked his hard lenght, listening to you and Shane together, getting off on the erotic orchestra you’d become, almost whimpering everytime you’d ask Shane to fuck you harder, everytime he’d spit nasty words your way.

“I bet he can’t fill you up like this, huh?” The sound of a short slap followed by a wet moan from you made Daryl shiver “Nah, you need a big cock to fill this hole, that’s why you came to me, right sweetheart?”

Daryl loved when you gave him a show, what he didn’t know was that Shane enjoyed to give a show as much as you did, he was overdoing it but it was still hot as hell, Daryl knew he was close when he heard you moaning harder.

“Such a perfect hole, needs two cocks to be satisfied…” Shane loved dirty talk, he loved feeling that he had all the power “As soon as Im over with you, you’ll run back to him, right sweetie?” His hand was on your throat again, squeezing lightly, making you a little dizzy “You’ll beg him to fuck you again, such a needy cunt”

The pleasure was too much, you felt lightheaded, the tightness in your lower belly growing every second that passed, you were almost there when you felt Shane’s rough fingers dragging down your stomach to your aching pussy.

“Please, please, please” Daryl nearly collapsed, losing his mind as soon as he heard you beg for Shane to make you cum, he could picture you perfectly, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks, your lips swollen and reddened pleading for more, you were just perfect, he came with a low grunt listening to your pleas.

“Please, Shane, I need it, please” Anticipation made you desperate, you needed him to touch you, to take you over the edge and even when Shane liked to torture you a little he didn’t hesitate to give you what you needed. His fingers working on your throbbing clit, making you lose your mind, it didn’t take long before you were gushing all over him, cocering his cock and part of his abdomen on your juices.

“Such a good girl for me…” Shane praised you, he thrusted into you a few more times until he was cumming, pulling out and covering your tights with his seed.

The next morning Shane woke up early, letting you rest on your tent, where he had spent the night, leaving when it was still dark so no one in camp would see him. He went looking for Daryl, needing to talk to him.

“I didn’t know you would be so… okay with this.” He still had mixed feelings about sharing, that wasn’t how he was taught to love, it was so new to him.

“I’m okay with it ‘cuz I know you ain’t gonna treat her wrong, man” Daryl was smoking near the gates of the farm, a little relieved that Shane was coming to terms with the situation.

“I know you take care of her too…” Shane searched for the right words, trying to keep the conflict away “It’s just so…”

“You don’t have to figure it out right now, man” Daryl tried to reassure him, neither of you knew exactly what you were doing, but being together made it make sense ”If you wanna keep playing, we’re open for you, we can figure it out together”

It was strange to him, speaking so freely about sharing a partner, but he wasn’t letting go of you, even if that meant including Daryl in the equation.

That’s all for today!! I have to get used to a new weiting schedule and it’s impossible bc now I gotta split the 4 free hours I get everyday for wedding planning, spending time with my fiancé, planning my bestie’s bachelorette party and writing Shane and Daryl smut😭😭😭

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Bartender!Steve where Eddie is out with the rest of Corroded Coffin and they’re wasted at the bar, yelling and laughing, just generally being as obnoxious as possible. Eddie gets them another round and is practically drooling over this god among men working the bar. He makes some crude comments about wanting to take his next shot off of him, and the guys are shoving him because “shut up he’s gonna spit in our drinks.” Eddie looks right at him and, with an eyebrow raised, goes, “Did you spit in my drink?” And Steve doesn’t miss a beat, “Nah I charge extra for that.” Eddie’s in love.

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Steve's bi-realisation coming from watching gangly limbed Eddie Munson running track for PE credit and those Hawkins High Shorts ™️ showing off so so much leg.

And he's so pale and littered with tattoos. And the second Eddie finishes his last lap he dramatically falls on his ass, sitting with his legs splayed on the brick red track.

And in Steve's head the exact words "those legs are like a spilled notebook of crude doodles and glorious art" followed immediately by "am I writing fucking mind poetry about Munson's white boy legs? fuck am I gay?".

He will learn about bisexuality in 14-22 months and a lot of things will click into place.

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I’ve been reprimended for “writing too much fanfiction during work hours” so from now on I’ll try to update and post on the evenings and weekends:(

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I love that this post keeps getting funnier tags everytime I see it

Steve: Okay, well describe the type of guy you wanna date, Munson. I’ll find you a date

Eddie: *describes Steve’s personality and appearance in excruciating detail*

Steve: …

Steve: I’m gonna be real, that guy sounds like he sucks.

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saw this and thought of him idk

this is just an excuse to post him crying bcs wtf wtf i need him so bad

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Caregiver Shane Walsh Headcanons

Ok so, just ideas I had bc I hyperfixated on TWD and even tho I hate canon!Shane, I really like the version of him I made up in my head,

Also this is based on my own AU in which Shane never fell for Lori, and never went crazy ofc,

Shane is overprotective as hell, he never leaves your side, his gaze never leaves you, he is always, ALWAYS, on guard, observing and making sure you're safe.

He is also very indulgent, he'll do anything you want. Play hide and seek? He's the best seeker. Want to colour? He fought a walker to get a box of crayons. A tea party? He's already getting the tiaras.

He won't let anyone else take care of you, he feels the responsibility to do it himself and doesn't trust anyone to be as capable as he is.

Is the kind of caregiver that makes sure you never know when something bad happened. The group is running from walkers? He told you they're having a race. He won't let you suffer any sadness or anxiety if he can avoid it.

He is really good at protecting you and playing with you, but he is not the best at handling the hard stuff or the emotional stuff. You feel sick or got injured? He panicks and runs to Rick for advice. You feel sad? He is desperate trying to make you laugh and doesn't understand why Rick insists on letting you cry and vent your feelings.

He loves doing everything for you, choosing your outfit, brushing your hair, making you food and sometimes even feeding you. He likes feeling that you need him.

And he absolutely LOVES when you actually need him to do something you can't do on your own.

He goes feral when you're in danger though.

Or when he feels you're in danger. He will snap at anyone that dares to even look at you funny. An he doesn't give warnings, one second he is fine and the next he is throwing fists at the asshole that made a comment about you.

And then he is showering you with love, his bruised hands caressing your hair, making sure you never feel ashamed of who you are, and that you always know that he's got your back.

Every night he will tuck you in, sing you a lullaby of your choosing and cuddle you until you fall asleep.

And he won't leave your side until you wake up. He doesn't sleep much, he only falls asleep when he is hugging you.

He is the most happy when you are happy, and he will do anything to make sure you're happy no matter what.

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Hopper comes back from Russia and immediately and unwillingly gets adopted into whatever the hell Steve and Robin have going on because - “Well, you were tortured by Russians, right? Welcome to the club.”

“Why is there a club?” Hopper asks, saddled with two morons that won’t leave him alone. “What do you mean by torture? What happened to you?”

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I just realized this month I wrote 28.4k words!! (in fanfics and original works)

Ik it's not much but going from not writing more than 1k words since december to writing almost 30k in a month??? Im kinda proud of myself I remembered I love writing so much <3

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new rule you have to live to be 34. you cant kill yourself until you turn 34. jesus died at 33 you can do better

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The Walkind Dead (a masterlist)

Key: (💖)Romantic(🧃)Agere (☠️)Angst (🔥)Spicy ✧TWD Poly Au (Daryl x Fem!Reader x Shane) (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)💖🔥 ✧TWD Agere Au (Shane x Fem!Reader) (1)(2)💖🧃☠️ ✧A Dary in the life of Little!Daryl (Regressor Daryl x GN!Reader)🧃 ✧Caregiver!Shane Walsh Moodboard (1) (2) (3)🧃 ✧Caregiver!Daryl Dixon Moodboard (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)🧃 ✧Regressor!Daryl Dixon Moodboard (1)(2)(3)🧃 ✧Caregiver!Shane Walsh Headcanons (1)🧃 ✧Caregiver!Daryl Dixon Headcanons (1) (2)🧃

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fic where steve already knows he's bi but robin keeps trying to tell him. steve's known he's had a crush on eddie for months at this point but today just happens to be the day where eddie walks in during a slow shift at family video and robin looks up at the perfect moment to catch steve's soft, dopey smile.

and in that moment, robin connects the dots. the music in steve's car being just love songs on loop. steve walking into work in a lovesick haze. steve going out of his way to work his schedule so he could always be the one to pick the kids up from hellfire.

oh.

oh.

eddie ducks into the horror section, and robin throws her full body weight towards steve, who yelps not unlike a stray cat.

"you like eddie," robin hisses.

"yeah, no shit!" steve reaches for the collar of his polo like he's clutching imaginary pearls. "jesus christ, robin, what the fuck."

ignoring him, robin continues. "no, steve," she says, soft look on her face, "you like like him."

steve frowns, nodding slowly. "i-i know that, robin. we're not in third grade anymore, you can say 'crush', it's not going to give you cooties," he says, frown falling to reveal a teasing look.

"wait, what?"

"robin, did you...?"

they stare at each other intensely for what could perhaps be aeons.

"YOU NEVER TOLD ME-"

"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU-"