#I wanna know what the results would be now that there's more groups to pick from

[sunberry-strawflower]

Fuck your zodiac sign

[teyamsgrl]

in a second ✧ jake sully

❗️ MDNI ❗️

EEEEE JAKE IS FUCKSIDJJDJS anywho i hope everyone enjoys because i sure did while writing 😜 size kink jake gets me man

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, age gap (jake 32, reader 20), alcohol mentions, dom!jake, sub!reader, DADDY KINK WHO IS SURPRISED, fingering, lil masturbation, spit kink, size kink, slight spanking (legit just one), dirty talkkkkkkk

being mated with a man that was olo'eyktan and toruk makto was not an easy job, but you absolutely adored it. being 12 years younger than jake put you in a spot where you were still learning so much and doing a lot of tsahik practice, while he was often busy with his duties. some weeks were more bustling than others due to current happenings, war parties and whatnot. finally there would be some downtime for the next few days, resulting in jake's friends deciding that a little gathering and getting tipsy was the perfect celebration. you were, of course, down for some fun. as long as you were with jake, you felt safe and were willing to do whatever. and, when your pussy did the thinking, you were reminded that when jake had some alcohol in his system he was beyond horny, like hornier than usual.

you had told jake this morning as he was running out of your tent that you would meet him at the gathering, unsure when you would be done with your tsahik practice for the day. once you returned home you quickly changed into a different set of top and bottoms, beads crossing over your chest while your bottoms consisted of a basic purple loincloth, a similar bead design as an accessory around your waist. you head out, knowing you were near as you could hear the laughs of several omatikaya men. you smile as you hear jake's voice in the distance, walking speed subconsciously picking up. once you reach the group you sign to everyone, slipping beside jake and snuggling into his side. "hey, sweet girl" he places a kiss on your head, arm wrapping securely around your waist. "hi, ma'jake" you reach into the middle of the group, grabbing yourself a drink. "careful there, you know you can't handle much" he chuckles and downs the rest of his current drink before joining you with a now full cup. "don't worry, i can handle myself" you tease and take a large gulp, "plus, i have to catch up with you, i can tell you're a few in" you giggle as his glossy eyes trail down your body. "mhmmm and so what? just because i'm tipsy doesn't mean i can't admire my mate" he licks his lips and plays with the chain of beads on your waist.

you shake your head and giggle more, finishing up your drink. "damn, kid" he leans to grab you another, large hand slipping down your back to rest on your ass. you felt so small with jake, his hands feeling enormous compared to any part of your body. "thank you" you lean into him more, alcohol somehow already bringing upon brain fog. he wasn't wrong about you not being able to handle much. "do you like the outfit?" you ask, free hand resting atop his bicep. "i love it, you look beautiful.." he leans down so his mouth is next to your ear, "makes me wanna bend you over right here, take you in front of everyone". a whimper escapes your mouth at the thought, squirming slightly so your legs are crossed over one another. here was horny jake. "mhm, you like that, don't you? want everyone to know that you're mine, my little girl.." he growls out the sentence softly, hand now squeezing your ass. you look into his eyes submissively, trying to beg him to drag you out of here and fuck the sense out of you. "use your words, and we'll be out of here in a second.." "daddy please... take me home and use me... i need you, please" you whimper out, nails digging into his bicep. he nods at you and you both down the rest of your drinks, exchanging goodbyes and exiting the gathering eagerly.

once you reach your tent jake immediately latches the entrance and pulls you in, hands groping all over your lower half as he pulls you in for a feverish kiss. you hum into the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth, colliding with yours as he slides a hand into the front of your loincloth, fingers slithering through your wetness with ease. you gasp and grab his shoulders, bucking your hips against his fingers. he chuckles and pulls away, looking down to observe your movements. "so desperate for daddy, huh kid? already soaking..." you nod and whine at the feeling of his fingers, "use your words, don't make me have to keep asking you... be my good girl.." he slips a finger inside, squelching sound filling your ears right away. "yes i'm desperate, daddy!!! you make me so wet.." you whimper out as his finger starts to pump in and out of you, brushing along your g spot. "that's my good girl... now, you made this special outfit for me?" he slips in another finger, whines escaping your mouth as you try to form an answer, "y-yes daddy", "mhmmm... made it just for me to rip it off huh? such a needy slut.." he slips his fingers out and licks them clean, analyzing the look on your face. "what is it, babygirl? need something?" he taunts, smirk on his face as he steps away to untie to his loincloth, large cock jumping out immediately. you lick your lips as you eye his cock, his large hand wrapping around his shaft and stroking slowly but firmly. he watches as you squirm, "i can only give you what you need if you tell me, otherwise i won't know what it is you're longing for..." he says as his breath quivers a bit, pleasure coursing through his cock. "daddy..." you reach out for him only causing him to step back. "ah ah.. tell daddy what you need, babygirl" he continues stroking himself as you gather our thoughts through the arousal clouding your mind, "you! daddy i need you! need you inside of me, need to feel how big you are inside, need your cum..." your body is hot now, the necessity of his cock becoming unbearable.

he approaches you, hand grabbing your chin and angling your head up to face him. you opened your mouth in preparation, knowing what jake was about to do. "good girl.." he whispers and spits in your mouth, manually shutting it with his hand. he kisses you deeply after you swallow, bringing you down to the floor of your tent. he pushes you onto your knees, guiding your head onto the floor. he drags his hands across your back, swiftly removing your moistened loincloth and tossing it to the side. he groans softly as he gazes at your pussy, lining himself up. you push back at the feeling of his idle tip at your hole, provoking jake to leave a hard spank on your ass, "you wait for daddy, got it?" he growls upon not hearing a response from you, thrusting entirely into your pussy. you gasp loudly at the sensation, "there we go, knew you were still capable of making noise..." he moans softly as he starts to thrust, hips rutting into yours rapidly. "big- so big" you babble out and he brings a hand to press your head onto the floor, other hand dragging one of yours to your stomach. "big, huh? feel daddy's cock under your hand?" he groans as he thrusts deeply, bulge appearing under your hand. your mewls are constant as he continues, "big cock for such a tiny girl- fuck you're so small, baby..." he gasps as his tip grazes your cervix, watching how your ass jiggles with each thrust. "daddy- it's too much" you squeal at the touch on your cervix, knot forming inside of you. "you can take it, little girl, i know you can- fuck.." he groans out as he releases your hand and head to grip your hips, now relentlessly pounding your pussy. your mind is jumbled as he fucks into you, all you know is that the knot inside of you is about to come undone; "can i- can i- please" you whimper out breathlessly as his fingers bruise your hips, "cum for daddy, babygirl, come on... show me" your ears go flat on your head as you moan, cum flowing onto his cock and walls tightening around him. "that's it, that's a good girl- gonna fill you, baby, gonna fill your tight little pussy to the brim" he groans as he pushes in one last time, cum spilling out into you and painting your walls.

you attempt to catch your breath once jake's movements still, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. he places a kiss along it, chest still heaving lightly. he moves back up to pull out, some cum dripping out of you upon his exit. he sits and brings you up to straddle his lap, "you good, sweetheart? feeling okay?" he cups your cheeks in his hands, face engulfed in his palms. "i'm good, ma'jake, are you?" you smile and turn your head slightly to kiss his hands. "mhmmm, i'm great, you're gonna wear me out someday though, i'm an old guy" he chuckles and you shake your head at him, "you don't fuck like an old guy, if that means anything" you giggle and kiss him, prompting him to lie down on his back as you continue kissing. he smiles into it at your comment, arms now wrapping around your waist securely. he could have you like this forever, small and warm in his arms.

[harlowsbby]

Spooky Nights In

“Did you make sure we have everything?” You asked Jack as the two of you made your way out of Target.

“We got everything babe I’m pretty sure we bought them out of everything Halloween themed.” He laughed as he started loading up the car with all your decorations.

Usally on Halloween the two of you would go out and just have fun with your friends but this year you decided to spend Halloween indoors.

You saw this trend going around where usually a group of girls had a ‘spooky night in’ which is when they’d decorate pumpkins, make cookies and bake pizzas that were the shape of a ghost or a pumpkin.

You bought some candy and all the other many essentials you’d need for the night, along with matching pajamas.

When you got back home the two of you did a quick little shower and tossed on your Halloween themed pajamas you had got from Target.

They were orange and had bats all over them.

“What are we doing first babe?” Jack asked and placed all the candy and everything else onto the table.

“You wanna make the drinks? And I’ll start on the pizza dough?” He smiled and nodded.

Jack wasn’t a drinker so you got some apple cider to drink. He poured some in two wine glasses and got the spider gummies and placed two in your drink and two in his drink.

“Here babe.” He handed you your drink. “Wow you actually did really good.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not dumb babe.” You stiffed a laugh.

“If you say so.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, let’s see how you do at making the pizza.”

Making a ghost shaped pizza seemed easier on the video you watched online but having to actually make it made it ten times harder.

You stuck your tongue out a bit as if that was going to help you concentrate a bit more, Jack watched with amusement as you rolled the dough and started to attempt to shape it into a ghost.

After a few failed attempts you finally managed to get your pizza to look like a ghost.

“Wow you actually did it, it only took you about what? 4-5 tries.” Jack joked and you huffed and placed the pizza in the oven for 20 minutes for it to bake.

“You’re such a hater that’s why I’m going to win at this pumpkin decorating contest.”

Instead of carving the pumpkins you decided to paint the outside, it was less of a mess.

“You wish babe you know I’m the best at everything and anything.” He stated with a smile.

“We’ll see about that Harlow.” You set a timer for 15 minutes once the timer was up you both would decide who was the winner.

You peaked over at Jack and noticed he was using a lot of blue and red on his pumpkin.

“What are you painting?” He glanced up at you and turned his pumpkin a bit to the side so you wouldn’t be able to see anything.

“Why do you wanna know? You trynna copy me now?”

“No, I just wanna get an idea.” He shook his head.

“I don’t think so babe you’ll have to wait till I’m finished.”

Once the timer finishe you flipped your pumpkin around as did Jack and your mouth flew open upon seeing his. “Where did you learn to paint?”

Jack had painted the ghost face killer from scream onto his pumpkin and you on the other hand well maybe it was a good thing you played it safe with your polka dot pumpkin.

“My mom, who taught you how to paint? A five year old.” He snorted and you glared. “You’re lucky I’m trying to be nice today or else.”

He raised his brow. “Or else what? You’re out here threatening me now?”

“I’d throw all this paint at you, and it’s not a threat it’s a promise.” He chuckled.

“Oh really? Let me see you do it then.” You smirked. “Don’t tempt me Jack.” He raised his hands.

“I’m not tempting I wanna see you do it, you talk a lot of shit babe I wanna see if you can actually match your words.”

Without any hesitation you picked up the mini bottles of paint and started squeezing them which resulted in the paint going all over his shirt.

“Oops looks like I made a mess.” You stated sarcastically. “I guess I’ll have to do the same.” Jack said and before you knew it he was throwing chips and popcorn at you.

“Jack stop it!” You laughed and tried dodging all the food. “You started it baby so ima finish it.” He laughed and chased you around the house with a can of whipped cream and spray cheese.

“Jack stop it I’m sorry!” He grinned. “Say I’m the best boyfriend in the world and you’ll stop.” You snorted. “You’re so cringe I’m not saying that.”

“I guess I’m not stopping.” He continued to spray some whipped cream. “Okay, okay! You’re the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.” You giggled and he smiled in satisfaction.

“Damn we made a mess.” You looked around the house seeing it looked like world war 3 happened at your house.

“And I think the pizza burnt.” You sniffed the air and sighed at the smell of burning dough.

“Wanna just order in?” You nodded. “Sounds good and after you order it we can shower and clean up.”

Once Jack finished ordering the pizza the two of you cleaned up and showered once again.

After the two of you ate you both laid on the couch together and scrolled through all of the Halloween movies before settling on Halloween Town.

“You know I actually had fun today babe.” Jack told you as you leaned into his touch.

“Me too I love spending time with you.” You told him and leaned your head back a bit and he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“I love you babe.”

“I love you too Jack, Happy Halloween big head.” He snorted. “Happy Halloween babe.”

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jackharlow Halloween time with my boo 🦇🖤

lilnasx oh gosh you two are so cute 🥹

druski damn way to make me feel fucking single

lilnasx @druski2funny FELT 😭

chloebailey I need a man 😫

ellamai so cute! 🥹

brysontiller cutest couple man

(I really didn’t like this I couldn’t think of any Halloween fics to save my life 💀 but I hope you guys still like it)

[cultofdixon]

I will follow you into the dark

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It’s the end of the world. It’s hard to keep up with old routines, especially when one involved a daily medicine. Skipping a day isn’t that bad, two can be pushing it, but inevitably running out…you’re screwed. You last this long with rationing but the world is starting to look grey again. Until your sunshine returns…in him • ANGST/SFW • TW: Depression

Requested by: @sweetnightmares333

“Y/N” Daryl calls out for her attention as Y/N was currently knees deep in the gardens of the prison she and Rick have started. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Her face lit up when he asked such feeling the warmth in his chest as he couldn’t help the twitch of a smile gracing his lips for a second.

“You’re really gonna take my gardenin’ buddy?” Rick jokes setting down a bucket right beside Y/N as she takes the mulch collected not that long ago and started to put it on their garden before standing. “You owe me tomorrow”

“You know I’ll be here” Y/N smiles taking her gloves off and tossing them into the bucket before following Daryl to his bike.

The Grimes helped open the gate for Daryl to ride right through with no issue as Y/N held on tight for the ride.

This was their routine in a sense. Daryl would take care of his chores or whatever is asked of him in the morning, while Y/N took care of the gardens. Then they would go on a ride just the two of them. Then when they get back, Y/N takes over for Beth watching Judith so she could handle a few things and Daryl would tweak his bike and fix any vehicle the previous group took out on the run. And by night, they were rejoin in their cell. You can imagine what else they do during their open windows.

Daryl found a new spot for them to relax at and instantly took Y/N there. Even if her favorite things about the rides were him and watching the scenery go by.

“What’s goin’ on in that beautiful mind of yours?” Daryl asks his partner who was more focused on the beautiful view he provided for her just from exploring on a few hunts back.

Y/N ignored his question at first to watch the birds fly by like they have no idea what’s happening around the rest of the world. Daryl taps the top of her hand resulting in her smiling and finally addressing him.

“Just admiring the moment, my love” She smiles watching him blush to one of the smaller things she calls him. “Besides always thinking about you…again, just admiring the now”

The archer intertwines his fingers with hers watching her shift a bit enough for him to instinctively bring his arm around her shoulders. Enjoying the moment with her.

Once it was curfew and everyone was settling in for the night, Daryl left to take his night shift in the watchtower but not before kissing Y/N goodnight. She watches him leave their shared cell after picking up his crossbow on the way out. Y/N gave it a few more second before leaning over the bunk to reach for a box underneath and opening it revealing trinkets Daryl would bring back from runs that would remind her but she hid something in there.

A pill bottle.

Y/N opened the cap to find only three pills left, it will be two after she takes one. She’s rationed her whole bottle given there are no longer pharmacists to refill her prescription. But it’ll be fine. She’s lasted this long. Maybe it won’t be too bad when it gets to her.

It was the next morning and Y/N missed breakfast. Carol gave Daryl her breakfast to take to her cell where she was sleeping. She decided to sleep in that morning and no one held her against it, just that she would join Rick in the gardens later and their ride later would be shorter. Daryl sat on the edge of the bed watching her stir a bit moving onto her back and giving the archer a smile.

“Missed breakfast”

“Mm…but you brought it to bed for me”

“Didn’t want yea to miss a meal” He gave her smile setting the plate on the makeshift nightstand that was an old milk crate. “But I’m thinking…five more minutes?”

“Hm. If those five minutes mean more than sleeping…I can get down with this” Y/N smiles wrapping her arms around Daryl’s neck when he leaned into her pressing his lips against hers.

Rick watches Y/N finally step out of the prison in overalls that Daryl found her on a run as she thought it’d be fitting for farming. He was more so looking at the sadden expression on her face when she draws closer right until she locked eyes with him. Bringing that signature smile of hers back.

“Hey. Finally” He scoffs playfully seeing her roll her eyes in response. “Slow morning?”

“Uh yeah. I guess” Y/N shrugs picking up her gloves seeing him work on getting a pig pen up. “Doubt Daryl would let wild pigs live long enough for you to cage them in”

“That’s why I have you to convince him” The retired sheriff shot her a smile of his very own as he held up one of the panels for the pen’s wall. “Mind?”

“Not at all” Y/N rolled up her sleeves and replaced him in holding it up so he could nail in the conjoining wall.

“HEY YO DOLLFACE” One of the Woodbury folk going on the run that Glenn was leading called out directly to Y/N as she turns to the voice confused. “Mind opening the gate for us?”

“Uh. ONE SEC” She yells back waiting for Rick to finish as he could also help her with the other door.

The guy that called out to her stopped his car that held a now annoyed Glenn just to roll his window down leaning halfway out to Y/N.

“Hey sweet cheeks. Think when we get back that uh…I can take you out?”

“Well you see…whatever your name is—-“

“Avery”

“Avery. My boyfriend who currently has his crossbow aimed for your head from the watchtower” Her words made his eyes look up to the watchtower seeing exactly what she said. “Wouldn’t be too happy about that. Now get the fuck out of here before you let the dead in”

“Right. Right!” Avery nervously scrambles back into the truck with a now laughing Glenn beside him as they left.

Daryl scoffs lowering his weapon as he quickly looks at his partner seeing her annoyance toward the stranger stay for a moment on her face before drooping. That shot him right through the heart.

“Hey!”

Y/N looks up to Daryl giving him a small smile.

“Wanna stay in tonight?” He yells watching her body relax and her smile grow a little.

“You okay with that?” She yells back watching him nod.

“As long as I get to spend my time with yea. I don’t care where we’re at” Daryl states smiling when she blew him a kiss before returning to help Rick with the pig pen.

After another long day outside, Y/N found herself washing it all away in the showers. She told Daryl she was and to wait for her outside once it got dark enough to watch the stars. She just wanted to get out of the clothes she was in from farming and wash it off…the water was cold and the room only had her in it currently so it was okay to let it out.

The tears burned her face as if she’s been holding it in all day. Y/N wasn’t a very vocal crier and that made it easier to do it in private and not have people check in on her.

How do you even explain…that you don’t know why you feel this way?

Daryl felt her soft hands run through his hair indicating Y/N finally came out after a much needed shower. He smiles happily watching her move around him and stand before him waiting for the archer to open his legs so she could sit in between them. Pressing her back flush against his chest feeling his arms wrap around her securely making her current thoughts wash away.

“You alright, sunshine?”

“Mhm. I’m good. Are you?”

“Yeah, when I’m with yea” Daryl kisses her temple feeling her relax in his embrace.

Once her prescription was all gone, Y/N had an even harder time trying to keep her smile present on her face when she ran into her friends, especially her partner. Even if most the time she would rather stay in bed a little longer or skip meals to avoid being around people that would always have something to talk about with her.

A cold morning finally graced the prison and Daryl expected to be awake before Y/N but when he opened his eyes. She wasn’t in the bed with him and that drove his anxiety a bit. But right as he shot up in the bed is when he heard someone shushing him. The archer turned to his best friend at the entrance of his cell as Carol gestures him to come with her.

“I think it’s going to rain” Carol kept her voice low as Daryl looked at her confused.

“So? Everyone should be inside”

“Mm. I thought that when I went on the early perimeter check” Carol opens the door outside holding it open for him and that’s when he spotted the familiar form in the middle of the field. “But she’s been there since I first came out”

“Yea didn’t talk to her?”

“I just suspected she needed a moment alone. I’m only telling you that in case it does rain, you go get her”

The archer stayed by the tables in the quad behind the prison yards keeping his distance but still having his eye on his girl in case she needed him. But all she did was sit in the grass…listening to the wind…the sounds surrounding her…and her heart beat when she rest her hand on her chest. Reminding herself mentally that she is okay.

Breathing.

Living.

Everything.

Daryl straightens up watching Y/N stand up but he also had to look like he was busy doing something instead of watching her like some creep. He took his knife out and went into his jacket pocket to find the sharpening block he thought he lost a week ago. But it was perfect to make it look like he was sharpening his knife instead of watching Y/N do her thing.

“Hey baby”

“Hey” Daryl looks up from the block, smiling when Y/N kisses his forehead before joining him on his side of the picnic table. “You weren’t in bed when I woke up”

“Sorry, wanted to watch the sunrise and got lost in my train of thought” Y/N rests her cheek against his shoulder. “Did breakfast get started?”

“Nah, Carol thinks it’s gonna rain. Might make it inside”

She hums to his words bringing herself close to him enjoying his warmth as Daryl stops sharpening his knife resting his head on top of hers for a moment.

When the two went back inside that’s when Rick asked both of them to help hand out blankets to the families with small children before giving it out to the adults. The prison didn’t have heating so the blankets and Tyreese getting a fire started in a makeshift fire pit in an empty can was going to help for now.

“Hey Y/N can you do me a quick favor?” Beth gave her her puppy dog eyes instantly as Y/N nods with a small smile. “Zach just asked me to hang out with him today since the council agreed for it to be a down day”

“Okay?”

“But I promised the kids I’d read to them, can you do that for me?” She begs with a following ensemble of pleases.

Y/N couldn’t say no to her or anybody and once again only nodded and smiled.

“Thank you thank you!” Beth squeals hugging her quickly before parting and heading toward Zach’s cellblock.

Her body slouched with the realization of having to read to kids when her mind wasn’t really up for it. Daryl watches her once again while handing the last blanket to Maggie and Glenn as the two noticed his expression went from neutral to worry.

“Somethin’ on your mind Daryl?”

“Huh? Oh. Nah” Daryl tried to brush it off but neither of them were having it.

“You can talk it out man. It’s better to work the problem if there is one” Glenn states wrapping the blanket around his wife’s shoulders when the archer pulled an empty chair over to them.

“I think something’s up with Y/N”

“What do you mean?” Maggie instantly frowns as she started to worry and her sadness was always noticed by her father who had to join the conversation.

“This about Y/N?”

Daryl isn’t a whisperer. “Yeah. Have you seen her act odd lately?”

“Mm. Not really, no.” Hershel was given Daryl’s seat once he made his way over. “She’s always in a good mood when I talk to her. Even when she needed stitches that one time closing the hole in the fence”

“That cut was pretty gnarly. But that was weeks ago, when the governor was still a problem. Hell speaking of that. She was very optimistic about that whole problem” Glenn adds as a shiver went down his spine thinking about that time in Woodbury.

“Y’all ever think it’s cuz we finally got somewhere safe that it’s alright to fall apart?”

Of course it’s Rick to point out an obvious thing at the last second. Then again, he’s the only other person always around Y/N because they were working on the garden and before that they were getting a water system in that was envisioned by T-Dog.

“Explain” Daryl now back to his neutral but stern expression waiting for his brother to explain.

“Not saying she puts up a front like regular people, since she is a human ray of sunshine 99.9% of the time…but people have their off days. Where everything is fine but they aren’t.” Rick leaned up against the wall close to their small huddle. “Could be depressed”

“Hm” Hershel thought of something.

“What, daddy?” Maggie continued to have her frown plastered as she really hated to think that her friend was silently struggling.

“When the Woodbury folk first moved in, Y/N helped me organize the medicine we got from their community with ours. She was reading the labels to me and my OCD likes to have it alphabetized. But she’d linger over a few and read more into it…maybe she was lookin’ for anti-depressants.”

“Did see her taking something all the time when we were back in our quarry days. Maybe it was”

She never told me about that Daryl frowns now thinking the spiel about how sometimes people don’t tell others about what they are on because they don’t want to be seen as weak. Which only made him feel bad when he did have those thoughts that she looked weaker one day compared to a previous one.

“Daryl, if yea didn’t know, you know why right?” And like always Maggie knew what he was thinking in that moment and all he did was nod in agreement to her small question. “I know Beth asked a favor from her. Y/N is willing to do anything when feelin’ anything…but when she’s done. Just be there for her and take it at her speed”

And he did exactly that. By starting with leaving the small huddle to go listen in on story time until it was done so that he could be with his girl. The small huddle agreed to not bring up the realization unless Y/N wanted to. Or if something were to go in that direction. Just to be more appreciative for when she does things on days she doesn’t feel well enough to do so.

Right as Daryl entered the room that the council decided to make the library, he watches Y/N read the last book from the pile that the kids had set out for her to read to them. Her smile was ghostly there but her eyes still held that shine to them when she had that joy of hers inside.

“The End” Y/N smiles closing the last book. “Now you guys go back to your guardians…there should be warmth waiting for you” she continues to hold a smile watching the kids flood out and Daryl step out of their way. She rises to her feet from the chair approaching Carl. “And you can stop keeping an eye on me, but thank you” even Carl suspected something was up and kept an eye on Y/N for Daryl and their family without any of them knowing. She of course hugged him on his way out before Daryl stepped in. “Hey…”

“Hey…wanna go lie down? Cellblock should be all to ourselves for a little while” Daryl slowly approaches her watching her eyes question if there was an ulterior motive to his statement but he shook his head. “Let’s go back to our cell…and just let me hold yea”

His words were always so soothing to him and she couldn’t help but fall apart in her silent way before him. The tears came suddenly and she didn’t say a peep, all she did was bring herself even closer…enough for him to wrap his arms around her protectively. Providing her the security she needed in that moment letting her silently sob into his chest, releasing the weight from her heart and her mind.

The two eventually moved to their cell and Y/N curled up into Daryl sniffling a bit, feeling his thumb gently wipe away the tears that fell every now and then as his other hand played with her hair. He left kisses to the crown of her head or her forehead every now and then listening to her breath.

Simply just being…

[hellgirlthings]

"Didn't wanna keep a pretty girl waiting"- not proofread sorry lol

You weren't one to make friends with loud, boisterous people, that is until Eddie Munson came along. Being best friends with Robin meant that you were going to end up being friends with Steve, which meant that you would somehow end up being introduced to the rest of the kids, and somewhere along the way becoming part of the group. Now you weren't one to deny the existence of Eddie Munson, mainly because Eddie Munson was social anxiety's worst enemy, while you were the embodiment of it. Yelling in the hallways, being loud in class, talking to everyone who will listen or not- those were things that you weren't necessarily a fan of yourself, nonetheless you didn't mind his behavior. regardless of the rumors that followed Eddie wherever he went, you didn't hold any judgment above his head- kudos to Henderson for not being able to shut up about Eddie, like ever.

Looking back at it, brief conversations were exchanged between the two of you in class or in the hallways. Not that there was a specific reasoning for these small conversations, but overall he seemed like a nice guy.

That was until today. Having to pick up another shift at Family Video, Steve had asked you to pick up Mike and Dustin from their Hellfire meeting later that Friday- which you obviously didn't mind, until you realized that there was a small chance you'd have to talk to the rest of the guys, or even worse, him. Yes perhaps you'd noticed the metalhead more than you'd like to admit. Similar interests shared between the two of you, similar likes and dislikes. It's not like he knew about those things, but those were some things you picked up either from Dustin talking about him, or from his inability to stay quiet.

Driving up to a somewhat empty school parking lot, you parked Steve's car a few spots away from what you assumed was Eddie's van. It was only after 30 minutes or so of you sitting in the car reading, that you heard the commotion of more teenage boys than you'd like to hear at this hour. Once the guys exited the school, Dustin immediately noticed Steve's car, although no Steve in sight, he waved over. You shyly wave back, accidental eye contact between you and Eddie was exchanged, which you immediately broke to look down at your book, as if you'd be able to focus on anything but him. Dustin jogs up to the car, leaning against the driver's window with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing here? Thought Steve was gonna pick us up" He said, cocking his head slightly to the side.

"Extra shift at Family Video, hope you don't mind." I shrugged, offering him a small smile.

"Fuck no we don't mind! Steve's been getting on my nerves lately, been late to pick us up so many times this week.." Dustin continued, ranting about Steve and as much as you'd like to listen, your mind was more focused on the metalhead that was accompanying Mike, both of them walking towards the car. Its an understatement to say that you wanted to sink into the seat and never comeback, nerves getting the best of you. Both boys joined Dustin at the side of the driver's door, Mike having his usual scowl which was probably the result of something that Eddie had previously said, and Eddie with that smug smirk that he usually sported.

"Didn't know you'd have a pretty girl picking you up Henderson, otherwise I wouldn't have made the lady wait in the car for like half an hour" Eddie spoke to Dustin in a mock stern tone, shooting you a small smile, making your cheeks flush furiously and you prayed that it was dark enough that your flustered state would go unnoticed- it didn't.

"Dude I didn't know she was gonna pick us up! And stop trying to flirt with her, it's gross" Dustin responded with a scrunch of his nose, signaling his disgust. To which Eddie chuckled in response, eyes never seem to leave you even as you purposefully avoided meeting his gaze.

"Can you two get in the damn car? Jeez" You say lightheartedly, to which the two boys quickly hopped in the car, somehow already bickering about something you didn't pay attention to. The only thing on your mind was the boy that was still on the outside of your door, to which you gave him a soft, shy smile before driving away.

Eddie would be lying if he said that he hadn't noticed you around school, even though you wouldn't really socialize with anyone outside of your group, which he later learned through Henderson that it was because you were more shy and introverted, he'd still notice the little things about you. Like how you'd wear a numerous amount of patches and pins on your bag, or how you'd always be nose deep into a new book every other day, or how your nose would scrunch up when you'd hear something you disliked, or just found gross. Yeah, maybe he was trying to be slick with the pretty girl comment, but can you blame him? He didn't know if he would have another chance to be so close to you, let alone talk to you again, so he just bit the bullet. And boy is he glad he did, because that shy smile you gave him and your cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink almost made his knee buckle.

You on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about what he had said. Surely he was like this with every girl, right? There's no reason for him not to be, simply because he exudes confidence so you wouldn't think he would be one to shy away. Still, you reveled in the compliment, not being able to get him off your mind even as you were getting ready for bed. Maybe you'd try to talk to him more, it wouldn't really hurt- plus if he wasn't really interested, a new friend wouldn't be bad either

[nervocat]

Ok guys, help me make a decision here because I'm STRUGGLING.

So, when I made my Neuvillette series, I liked him a lot more than I do now (I still do really like him, but Blade guys🤞🤞) and that's what gave me motivation to write it.

But now that I've come up with a series idea for Blade and the High Cloud Quintet as a whole, I now really wanna wright that. And since I rlly like Blade and stuff, I feel like my Neuvillette series wouldn't reach it's full potential due to lack of motivation like it would if had that drive to write for it and I rlly like the plot of that story, so I don't wanna ditch it.

So, what would you guys rather me do? Blade series from the preview you saw, or Neuvillette series? (Summary of Neuvillette series (and premises of Blades series) below poll)

spoilers for High Cloud Quintet lore and its members and Neuvillettes story lore, proceed at your own wishes

For a small summary of the Neuvillette series for those of you who weren't around when It first started: it's basically where Neuvillettes story is the same obviously, with him becoming the new hydro sovereign, but he was made a hydro dragon companion (reader) and they continue through the story of Fontaine, but Neuvillette falls for his companion during when the Melusines were be treated wrong, and they too fall in love with him but later on and it's a slow burn romance series I plan on not dragging of for too long, less than 10 chapters at least.

Blades series idea is they have a sixth friend, the reader, and it's the High Cloud Quintet lore with reader involved and they were super close to Yingxing and Dan Feng before the friend group fell apart into shambles and the reader grew closer to Jing Yuan as a result and over the years, reader and Jing Yuan cope with it together, and the group finally gets back together and has that one scene yada yada, you get the gist, and reader has their final talk with Blade alone and later on Dan Heng, maybe Jingliu, and reader and them end on good terms, but the ending is still not a 'good ending', but it's not bad either. I'll also try not to drag this one in for too long as well, but who knows with me :,DD it's a platonic angst story (a snippet from this can be read here)

[good-beanswrites]

🎬: About Es being a past prisoner and the secret 11th prisoner in your AU. But advance apologies if I'm overstepping into your AU!

I had this idea from a story that pretty much did the same thing. Going off there are novels/manga on Milgram and there being another Es and their own prisoners running another Milgram (but differently) I imagine this Milgram projects has been going on for a while, and our Es was from a previous project who might have gotten the worst verdict (or the most spared out of everyone), and was given this final task as a warden for the next group of prisoners. This is why they so readily agreed and had their memories wiped for this Milgram project instead of being weary on a shady project on judging an almost crime, they've already been through this.

(BTW is it bad and worrying for one of our ten fav prisoners to be the next Es if this is legit...)

Anyway, that's why Es is in Milgram in your AU, I guess? And the lore drop that Kotoko picks up on them being the 11th prisoner, I can imagine her also talking to Kazui since he's a policeman to see if she could cross out any theories on who Es is (Did they look familiar. Possible missing child. Any cases to do with an almost crime by a child other than the 10 of them here). Kazui knows Kotoko wants to investigate, but reminds her that, like in their prison while the trial is on, the facilities they're in have high security too. They do have the freedom to move about, but still limited.

If they're trying to investigate Es, maybe Fuuta, Kotoko and Mikoto can try to do the hacking on the comp Mikoto's allowed to use to Photoshop some shots for the MVs and photos (Fuuta and Kotoko seem to be able to search up info they need I think...). Yuno, Mahiru and Muu can work on charming the staff to see if they can spill more deets on Milgram. Not sure how much the group can gather, but oh boy fun times in Milgram can turn into another sort of stress in this AU...

No worries!! Like I said before, this whole au has been a fun collaborative project, so there's no overstepping :) I am sorry I won't be writing a lot on the ending until we get more info, but that's just the perfectionist in me who doesn't want to be proven wrong 😅 Still, I love tossing around and digging into ending scenarios, I really love this!

Because that would make a lot of sense why they're so willing to subject themself to the whole experiment! They remember how tough their experience was, and are confident they can care for the new set of prisoners while doing their job. I'm imagining they get the opportunity to return as guard, and get to have a nice talk with their own guard first. Once they fully understand what it's like, they're know they can handle it and sign up. It adds a bit of drama, too, since they must have been really young committing their crime in order to complete a years-long experiment prior to this one. They would have been like 10? Oof. (Now I wanna see their three trial songs 👀)

And like you said, that also brings up the question of the new warden. Though I think it's based on verdict results, I can just picture Jackalope keeping an eye on everyone during filming. He studyies their interactions and personalities, keeping his own set of notes on who would make a good successor. (I'm not going to go through every character but there are pros to any choice, it's very fun picturing them all taking the job.) Haha, on the other hand, maybe the reason Kotoko keeps bringing up her role as Es' partner/bringer of justice is because she did discover the truth. She drops as many hints as possible so she can be chosen next 😅

Ooh, I love her working with Kazui on an investigation! The fact that eh may know details on recent crimes (and almost-crimes) is super fun to work with. He's the last person who's going to spill a secret, so the group could go several trials without realizing Kazui had actually heard all about their situation this whole time.

(Getting sidetrack for a sec, I'm suddenly realizing that he and Kotoko may have heard things about the crimes in canon, too. They're a bit unclear about how much time passed between the murders and arriving to Milgram, so maybe he heard some things. I don't know how well-connected Tokyo police departments are, but Yuno, Fuuta, Muu, and Shidou are all nearby. There's definitely a chance he caught word of the vigilante nearby, and she heard about the odd policeman's suicide. Both of them could have heard about the tragic housefire, the disgraced doctor, or horrible schoolgirl murder nearby.)

Anyway, I like that idea of Kazui wracking his brain for any similar cases. Though, if he had, Milgram may have had the foresight to wipe parts of his memory, too. Maybe he does end up using his call to reach out to Hinako and have her look into it from the outside. Sadly, Kotoko seems the type to sacrifice her personal call to reach out to a connection who can help as well. I'll have to think about how closely Jackalope monitors those calls, hm.

I'm going crazy over prisoner investigation team !! Kotoko and Fuuta had the online knowledge to find some good info, and Mikoto and Kazui seem like they'd have a huge network of people they can ask for info and favors from. Haha, I'm torn whether Mahiru would have flirting down to a science or if she'd refuse to do it since it wasn't real love 😂 Still, she's very good at reading people and could definitely help the others charm and bribe their way into some restricted areas. Amane and Haruka can also charm with their innocence/cuteness (though I'm not sure Amane would). Shidou seems very organized, he'd have a plan and backup plan and backup-backup plan ready, no matter what happens. I think it's even funnier, then if Milgram had run several experiments prior. Jackalope would think this was just another runthrough, and for the first time the ten subjects decided to organize together and Cause Problems.

I think there's a beautiful irony in a story featuring ten prisoners planning a jailbreak to save the prison guard...

[just-a-normal-regretter]

Honestly at this point I'm just gonna categorize all these Odd-centric plots/AUs I've spawn as "Odd-shots". If I get the time and fight off the clutches of writers block I'll probably draft up some drabbles of what shenanigans can happen in the assortment of AUs I've written about.

If people do wanna hear more about certain AUs from below then I'd be happy to chat about them a bit more though. I want to at least get the brain firing ways to really draft up what could happen in these concepts beyond what I have already.

Some of the selection:

Bystander - "Make sure to send updates on Kiwi every day, Louise!" (aka the "Odd doesn't bring Kiwi to Kadic" AU; this one likely results in some Ulrich/Odd shipping and a much more stressed out group of Warriors trying to pick up the slack without their third member.)

New Kid - Maybe we shouldn't have the romantics fall in love with each other... (Odd and William bond during William's first day at Kadic, thus William develops a crush on the blond. WillOdd food for the soul as hilarity ensues with an oblivious Odd and a chaotic yet dorky William trying to woo him throughout Season 2.)

A Bizarre Guide to Living a Human Life - It takes a village to raise a kid. So uh, how much to raise four? (aka the "Odd, Ulrich, and Yumi are AI" AU. Toying around with lore is so fun but honestly I think the part I like the most here is just the Kadic students having to accept that "yeah these kids are really weird". That and as much as Jeremie tries to do this solo, the ensemble cast sort of step up to help him despite not knowing much about the circumstances.)

Odd is Alone - At the end of the day, always love yourself. (aka the "William/Odd roleswap" AU. Main thing in this fic would be Jeremie's implementation of Teleportation goes wrong so the canon!Odd gets sent into the world where his counterpart is XANA's pawn while William was a part of the team from the get-go.)

Cherrybird - Juggling multiple superhero lives is not for the weary. (one of the Miraculous/CL fics I have in the wings to scratch my itch of Odd/Adrien. This one pivots so Odd winds up the Ladybug wielder while his family was vacationing in Paris for the month. Now his hand is forced to try to stay in France so he can keep being the superhero Cherrybird, unknowingly signing up to deal with another evil once he begins his boarding school life at Kadic.)

For Me, It Was Only Today - Trying to keep their lives a secret sucks when your best friend is trying to court a literal superhero. (final CL/Miraculous AU focusing on toying with both lores, Lyoko powers rubbing off into the real world, and of course Ulrich's POV just trying to survive dealing with XANA while Odd crushes hard on the Parisian Hero Chat Noir.)

[yes there are other ones but these ones I at least feel like I have a decent idea as to where their direction would go. Or at least have some concepts that could just be hilarious to implement in some of them. Even if I don't touch any of them I honestly hope y'all enjoyed me posting about them lmao]

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

SLAGOUIOUS

Paring: Bully Shikamaru x gyaru reader

Warning: EXTREME NSFW, bullying elements, dark content , porn, black mail,male receiving, mean Shikamaru, bathroom sex, semi public sex,under age sex,name calling, dirty talk, cursing,long-ish, grammar misspellings, cream pie.

Note:I posted this on accident there will be heavy changes

"Sorry I didn't hear you.. what did you just say...." You said to the boy infront of in a broken voice, not believing the words that fell out his mouth, that had enough weight to crush the ground and your thinking.

Shikamaru smirked at this with an evil smirk and narrowed eyes as he opened his mouth to repeat his words. "You heard me you whore, I said I know about how you were and mistake" he said as his eyes lit up like a light with amusement.

Your heart sank to the floor as you thought to yourself nobody but Shikamaru would somehow and someway find out about this.

Shikamaru Nara was your bully. He was by two years your senior, he vapes. He and his group of friends always teased you whenever they got the chance.

It all started last term when they were vaping in the bathrooms and all the people in the bathrooms that period of the day were called to the office and if nobody said anything everyone would get a pink slip you not wanting to get a pink slip told which resulted in them all getting in trouble and had to go on the school stage trying assembly and parents being called.

After that they bullied you all the time especially him. They would make fun of the way you dressed and called all kinds of names

"Hooker"

"Hey look it's the crybaby"

"Whore"

"Slut"

"She's trying so hard she's such a pick me"

"fatherless behivour"

"She thinks that she's all that just because she's dresses like that"

"All that makeup she wears is probably to cover up all her ugly ness"

Just anything to get under your skin even going as far to tripping you in the hallways when you're just passing through trying to get to class, hell Shikamaru would even go as to rising your skirt in the damn halls.

But this was way too far especially for him to have found out about this and now black mailing you was something entirely different.

I mean yeah they would mark up your desk and locker but this was way too far especially for Shikamaru.

You quickly shaked your head and breathed out before carefully opening your mouth that was now dry "What are you talking about Shikamaru, if this is another attempt of trying to mess me it's-" you were cut off by him "Stop lying Y/N I heard you're parents said it themselves trying parents day. I was passing by your homeroom where I over heard how your parents were teen parents and had you on accident." He said with a mocking grin as he locked eyes with you his hands in his pocket as he leaned against the wall.

"What do you want Shikamaru....?" you said in a small voice, not wanting to say it but have to. I mean what would happen if word got out about this? .You already have them down your throat already. Imagine what would happen if the school found out.

With a chuckle Shikamaru leaned off the wall and walked up to you. Only inches way from you as you backed away from him only a little bit. "What I want..." he said coldly with half lidded eyes as he walked up to once more and looked down at you and whrisped close to your ear "I want you to let me fuck you silly until you walk with a limp and then?...I wanna fuck you all while I record you and every little detail and nosie you make when you suck me off dry as I fuck your throat raw" he said with a wicked smile all while keeping eye contact.

What a sick fuck.

You gave him a shocked look not expecting that answer "W-what no way are you nuts!, I-im not doing that especially when we're in schoo plus I thought you hated me and all!"you exclaimed shocked and a bit embarrassed of the such dirty and sick words he used.

"Well then I guess I'll just tell everyone that-" "No wait I'll do it Shikamaru just please don't tell anyone, but on one contion you can't record me" you said cutting him off. He grinnied almost freakishly at you almost as if knowing you'll do it.

"Okay fine then, come on let's go to the boys bathroom, and another thing just because I enjoy seeing you suffer and bully you doesn't mean I don't find you less unattractive" he said pushing passed you to go through the door your heart pounding as you followed him through.

"Ladies first" Shikamaru said as he held the boys bathroom door for you as he looked back at you. You gave him an uneasy look before going in him yelped as you felt him smack your ass on the way in. You looked at him hard as he came in the and chuckled before going to the last bathroom stall and opening the door and made a signaling to you to come over and here is where you two were going to do it.

You slowly made you were towards him before going inside and he then came in and locked the door behind him, the sound of the door locking sending shrivers down your spine.

As you turned to face him, you felt him grab your wrist and pulled you into his tight embrace as he then wrapped a arm around waist and smashed his lips onto you as he then grabbed your plush ass and squeezed it before slapping it making you jump a bit more into him.

You wanted to push him off but quickly remembered what was at risk and decided to let him continued even tho you didn't like it tho. "Aww come on don't make it seem like it's all that bad now, think about ALL the pleasure you're little cunny is going to get from being fucked by my cock in just a few moments."he said seeing how displeased you were by the whole situation.

He began rubbing his body against her making her let out an uncomfortable whine as he continued his arms still with grip.

"And how much enjoy it's going to bring me after I see how much of a slut you actually are and a whiny cunt you'll be as I fuck into you so hard when I'm done with you you'll be walking with a limp as my cum run's down inbetween your thighs" he carried on only making you more uncomfortable.

He then turned you around and pressed your body up against the stall door as he pressed against your body trapping you under his weight. "Hey! hey! what the hell do you think you're doing don't press me up against the door it's gross!" you said desperately trying to put as much distance between you and the cold stall door.

That only made him press into you more, you rolled your eyes as you continued trying to keep distance between you and the nasty stall door,'typically Shikamaru always trying to mess with me I should expect something like this from him honestly'.

Finally having enough you shouted "Damnit Shikamaru stop it already!" You said getting tired of Shikamaru's and his shit. This outburst only earned you a twisting grin from him as he roughly snapped his hips into your back side."I think you're forgetting you're place in this situation you pest of a woman so let me remind you...." Shikamaru said, his hand reaching down under your skirt and ghosted his fingers over thick thighs.

You jumped at the feeling, earning a snicker from the sleezy bastard. "I haven't even properly started as yet and your jumping, hahaha. You're sooo pathic....., but sooo pretty....". He said in a vemon tripping tone that made shivers once more.

His long thin fingers then actually touched your thighs as he rubbed up and down them "Wow Y/N I always knew that your thighs were soft but not this soft" he praised. "Oh shut up already and stop touching my damn thighs, and hurry up already let's just get this over with it's done enough I'm doing this with someone like you....." You said bitterly only wanting to end this as fast as possible.

"Awww and I thought for a moment you actually wanted it there but alright fine just wanted to have a little fun before we started, also what did I told you of speaking to me like that huh?..... you hard headed bitch.." Shikamaru said the last part through his teeth as he then slapped your ass the sound echoing through the bathroom as you let go a whine in this discomfort once more at the unwanted feeling.

"But fine your right tho I'll give you that, let's start now shall we~" he then reached up into your skirt and sneaked his finger into your shorts before in one smooth motion pulling it down completely with your panties until they reached you mid knee.

You then heard the sound of him unbuckling his pants as you shut your eyes tight getting ready for what's to come. "Are you ready for me to split you in have with my dick?, for me to fuck out every one of your brain cells in the pretty little head of your's...? to be screaming out bloody murderer as my cock brings to a mind blowing orgasm?" He said chuckling as he stroked his length in his hands.

"Your sick..." You admitted, it was true Shikamaru could be such a sick bastard at times, he was a sharp tongue devil that was what he was alright.

Shikamaru frowned at this before roughly grabbing your hips and and lining himself up with you before roughly slamming into you. You screamed in pain at this."And your a mistake" he whrisped in your ear."Also just because this is your first means that I'll go easy, this is punishment for speaking back to me got it,so be the good little whoring slut you can be and keep quiet because if someone comes in were both dead".

He said as he leaned over pressing aginast her back as he continued his rough pace as his hands digged into your hips that were sure to bruise, your sweater around your waist falling off from just how rough he was going.

"Slow down!" You said moaning loudly just wanting for him to slow down his thrusts, not being able to take such rough cock as your face was pressed into the cold stall door.

"Shut up you good for nothing bitch!" Shikamaru hissed as he began going faster than he already was. "Shikamaru I'm being serious your tearing me!" You warned him as tears steamed down your face ruining your makeup that had already been pressed against the door leaving make stains.

"Does it look like I give a rat's ass Y/N?....also, what did I say about speaking?" He thrusted forward, quite hashly. It wasn't long before Shikamaru found himself getting closer to the edge.

"I-IM sorry!" you apologized just wanting for him to slow down,"I'm sorry who?" He asked contuinlessly thrusting in and out.

"Im sorry sir-ahhh!" you cut off moaning louder as he

[starry-nights-garden]

Jiung ✧ Touch of a Hand

✧ P1Harmony Jiung x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.2k ✧ genre: comfort, angst, fluff, platonic ✧ warnings: hints of a traumatic event in the past

Desc.: Even though lately you haven’t been able to see your childhood friend Jiung as frequently as you used to, he still keeps proving to you that you can always rely on him.

People come and go. They enter your life and then one day they leave, out the back door, out the front door, it doesn’t really matter in the end because the result is all the same - they’re gone. Some fly you by like an object in space, circulating around the sun on its orbit and passing by earth once every 100 years or so, barely saying hello and then they’re off, never to be seen again. And some enter you so deeply, they collide with you like a meteor shower raining down on the surface of a lone planet, forming you anew and reaching beyond your outermost layers. 

And still we tend to forget that people come and people go, because what’s in between lasts longer and it’s often what really matters. 

People can do good, make you open up or close the windows of your heart, they can make you feel and peel off the layers of concrete you’ve carefully wrapped yourself into over the years to avoid getting hurt by the wrong ones. And then sometimes they fuck you up bad, to the point you’re the one who leaves, or in the worst case to the point you can’t even do that anymore. And you get stuck. 

“What are you thinking about again?” You’re torn out of your thoughts by Jiung’s voice ringing in your ears and he hands you a cup of hot chocolate before he slips into the tent that you built yourselves with pillows and blankets on the floor in your room, just like in the old days. He’s known you for years, so he can tell whenever you sink into thought even when it doesn’t show on your face, pondering over things you can’t possibly solve all by yourself, and the “again” tells you he also has a pretty good hunch what exactly it is that’s occupying your mind.

“Just… things,” you respond and do your best to give him a smile, before you return to looking out your window, searching for the first stars appearing in the night sky. 

“Things you want to talk about, or…?” He raises an eyebrow at you, waiting patiently for your answer and taking a sip of his share of the hot chocolate. You look at him and watch as he sticks out his tongue to lick off the layer of milk foam that got stuck on his upper lip. You chuckle and you remember what he looked like when he used to do that as a kid. Then you sigh.

“Childhood was nice,” you eventually say.

“It sure was,” he responds with a grin on his face. “Do you wanna go back?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you answer, as if you had completely missed the fact that there’s a deeper meaning behind his question. “You can’t just go back in time.”

“I know, I know… but if you could, would you?” he carefully pries deeper.

“Well…” Memories flash before your eyes and emotions that you’d rather erase forever fill your chest. You push them aside and focus on your voice so it doesn’t shake as you speak. “Maybe.” A chuckle escapes your childhood friend.

“It was easier back then, huh? You could just play all day and didn’t have responsibilities…” he too directs his gaze out the window now, as if the night sky would magically offer up a portal leading to the past. “But then we’d also still fight everyday,” he adds, and you reminisce on your rather difficult beginnings. You remember how he used to always pick on you in kindergarten and how you would hide his toys from him as a form of retaliation. Years of fighting each other would follow, until one day you got stuck together in a group project at school and somehow came out as best friends - which you more or less stayed up until now. More or less because after graduation you went different paths in life, and now you can’t see each other often anymore. However, when you do get a chance to meet it’s as if no time had passed at all. He’s your safe space, and you’re guessing you’re the same to him. 

“That’s right… that would be too bad,” you say absentmindedly.

“So then why?” he questions further. Through being apart so much there are also things you don’t tell him. Maybe you’ve become more closed off ever since leaving high school - you remember talking to people about your thoughts and feelings more back then. But Jiung isn’t stupid, and so he senses that there’s this thing sitting at the tip of your tongue that you’ve been wanting to get rid of for what feels like forever, but never had the courage to bring up. Perhaps this would be the night that you finally let him in on those dark corners of your heart that have been spoiled by the hands of someone else.

“I…” You open your mouth, but contrary to what you expected would happen, words won’t spill out. And as the frustration of being unable to talk overwhelms you, tears fill your eyes.

“Oh no…” he mumbles as he puts away the mug in his hands and instead wraps his arms around you. He pulls you in for a tight hug, something he does very rarely, and you can feel his warmth wrapping around you like a blanket keeping you safe from the cold outside. It’s this moment that makes you reach the point of giving in to your tears, and you let them flow while burying your face in his chest and letting him rock you back and forth in a slow, calming rhythm. 

“I just wish some things never happened,” you manage to force out as you sob. He doesn’t say anything to that, and instead nods, as if he suddenly understood all the things that led you to say such a thing. He rubs circles on your back with his palm, and finally it feels like the tears are starting to cease. “Sorry,” you mutter as you force yourself out of his embrace, feeling like you’ve made him take care of you way too much already. But he cups your face with his hand and makes you look him in the eyes, as his thumb wipes away a tear still left trickling down your cheek.

“Don’t be.” He shakes his head to underline his words. “I’m here for you, you know that.” His sincerity makes you tear up yet again, but this time they aren’t tears of sadness. You feel the gratefulness spreading in your chest, as if it was about to make your ribcage explode, and somehow the only way you know how to let it out is to cry some more.

“Thank you,” you mumble as you throw your arms around his shoulders and hide your puffy red face in his chest once more. You can sense he’s caught a little off guard by your grand motion, but soon enough his arms are put around you again and his hand finds its way to the top of your head, patting it gently. You feel warmth in your chest, and from that warmth sprouts trust, and even though you didn’t manage to tell him about everything he doesn’t know today either, you still feel a bit lighter.

And you realize, there may be people who fuck you up to the point you feel broken beyond repair. However, at the same time there are always people who can offer a bit of healing with just the touch of a hand and their comforting presence.

[formulatrash]

hi hazel, incredibly upset pascal fan here. don’t wanna fool myself into thinking he still has a shot to the title, but i would rather ask you how would you rate his season, especially compared to the previous ones in which he probably had tougher luck

heya; man, it's been a rough weekend for the FE fellas innit :(((

Pascal's had a very strong season. something I feel like people really underestimate about him is he's one of the drivers who came from F1 and almost instantly adapted to Formula E. Stoffel had the same ability, which is honestly commendable but he came in with all the machinery of Mercedes around him and with the knowledge he and the team had a year of learning as his first one.

Pascal wasn't in quite such a comfortable position; he had to hit the ground running at Mahindra to keep his seat. he doesn't have a WEC side gig or GTs to fall back on, he basically got so dropped he had to make it work. Mahindra is a relatively hard team to do that in - everyone there is lovely and works super hard but they are a small outfit compared to the factory teams and Pascal had to miss the first round because of his antagonistic Mercedes contract ties.

given that, his results have always been strong. clearly the Porsche factory team was not immediately on it, as a group and there was some significant operational frustration in the early years of him being there, including losing the victory to an admin error that, honestly, F4 teams have to do and the ex-LMP1 team should've been more than familiar with declaring tyre sets seeing as you have to do it all the time in endurance.

despite Porsche's gremlins, Pascal clearly stood out as the lead driver. although actually him and Andre scored fairly equal points across the two years they were teammates (Pascal had the upper hand but by a smaller margin than you'd think) it's been very obvious he got to grips with Gen3 quicker than Antonio did this year.

you could argue that was because Pascal did more of Porsche's specific development work than Antonio, who was still at Techeetah, did. except that no one was really doing any development work on Gen3 during Season 8, aside from powertrain building and with the best will in the world the drivers are not likely to be consulting on ECU chip packaging. the chassis were delivered so late almost no testing took place before the end of last season and some manufacturers hadn't even received a car, so it's less of an advantage than it should have been if the development had been kept to a reasonable timeline.

Pascal hit the ground running this year and took those early podiums. his results since haven't been as stellar, Jakarta win aside but he has been consistent, something it is nearly impossible to be in Formula E. he's picked up points whenever he can and he's stayed in the title fight because of that, with an incredible record of non-attrition compared to the majority of drivers.

if I was gonna do a video essay about Pascal's season and lord knows I'm pretty low on employment right now maybe I should, then it'd look at just how well he's managed to stay in the points. I can only think of one comparative season, which'd be Robin Frijns in contention without a win in Season 7.

he clearly can still take wins, as he ably demonstrated in Jakarta. Porsche's qualifying pace is off the boil and Jake Dennis being a wizard is also part of Andretti having been in FE since the very beginning, with all the operational experience that brings, compared to factory Porsche still being an ex-LMP1 squad playing at the world's weirdest single seaters.

(I'd also do a video essay on how being the customer team can be an advantage in Formula E. and like 12 on what the hell is going on in half the teams. unfortunately my phone would probably explode trying but anyway.)

overall I'd probably rank Pascal very highly in a list of FE drivers of the season. I think anyone underestimating his season would be talking rubbish; he's been clean, kept his head together and you can see that from where he still is in the standings. he hasn't completely made Antonio look like a fool (he certainly isn't one) but being 53 points ahead of a guy with many seasons more experience in FE and who took the most dominant championship win ever is, even on paper a good season.

to add the detail from following it, I think Pascal has put together some superb performances. he's only qualified higher than sixth twice (in Diriyah and Jakarta) and won both of those races. he also won in Diriyah from ninth. his Portland pace was particularly impressive to come from 20th to eighth in a race with severe energy constraints.

it's very clear that he has matured his own style of driving in and experience of Formula E and that he's evolved into a driver who is more than capable of doing what is very important in FE, which is being able to manage the whole race yourself. the team of course helps with that with all preparation but at the end of the day you are alone in the car executing the strategy, with nothing they can really do to help you on it, without pit stops.

I think Pascal is going to have a long career in FE, he's clearly clever enough to do it (you really have to be pretty damn smart, in all top level motorsport but particularly FE because you are your own engineer in the races) and more than competitive. his adaptation to Gen3 has been superb and it's only the first year.

[cultofdixon]

Have Never Been Useless

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • The archer takes a liking to a certain Alexandria resident that at first was a wild card. But slowly became someone important to him. • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Scars / Past Abuse / Injuries / Canon Violence / Phantom Pains / Depression / SH Scars / PTSD / Insecurities

Requested by: Anon

Daryl on the first night in Alexandria took watch while his entire group stayed in Rick’s place until they got comfortable. But given there wasn’t much activity happening, he decided to scope around the place to get a better idea of everything in the community.

The archer managed to get pretty far into the community without being spotted by anybody. Then he heard a quiet whistle. He quickly looked around and didn’t have to look far after spotting a black silhouette with a stick. Menacing. Truly.

“I’m not a fucking threat you’re just in my nightly walking route” The voice finally came into the one street lamp on that path as Daryl notices immediately the cane which counts for the stick. The brace he didn’t expect. “You have a staring problem. If I didn’t know better, I’d hit you to stop”

“You don’t know me, so what’s really stopping you?”

“My leg hurts. Why would I hit you with the only thing keeping me standing?”

Daryl shrugs which got a laugh out of the stranger as they brought themselves closer to him. He tended slightly when they twisted the top of their cane to pull out the blade.

“Didn’t get this shit confiscated” They smirk and before the archer could think they are a threat, they put it away and stepped back from the man. “But. I’m not a threat”

“You just—-“

“You don’t know me. You don’t get my past yet. But since you’re new and I’m liking your silent mysterious self…let’s go have a drink at my place” They started to head their way back to the town houses as Daryl followed hesitantly.

“Your name?”

“You first”

“Seriously?”

“Fine, Y/N. Now you?”

“Daryl”

“Great. I know one thing about you. You know two. Now give me one more fact about you before we drink”

“What’s the other fact about you?” Daryl scoffs confused as Y/N suddenly smacks him in the shins resulting in a hiss from him. “Right. Well. Anythin’ you wanna know or do I pick”

Y/N shrugs stopping to wait for this factoid as Daryl took a second and went with the simplest one.

“I had an older brother”

“Mm. Me too. I also had an younger brother”

“Do I owe yea another one since that’s a 3/2 now?”

“Nah. I really want a drink.” Y/N went back to walking with Daryl right beside them as he was more patient than they had thought when it came to taking seconds to take a moment to deal with their leg pain in uncomfortable silence on their part.

The two finally made it to a building that looks more “town hall-ish” that Daryl couldn’t believe that one of the residents lived in it. Well. Y/N works in it, given Deanna created it to be the library and needed someone she could trust to take care of it. Or more so someone who would never leave it.

“Nice…place?”

“It’s the library and the office in the back was made into my living quarters. They’re really treating me like a gargoyle statue that would never move” Y/N sighs setting their cane down on a spinning chair before wobbling into the sleeping quarters.

Daryl took a moment to look around the place while Y/N rummaged through a filing cabinet that they made into a dresser to find their hidden alcohol. He grew curious over a notebook that had a bunch of things sticking out of it but before he could open it, Y/N swiped it away from him replacing it with a bottle of vodka.

“Ain’t close to you yet to have you reading my deepest darkest thoughts” Y/N tossed the notebook on the chair with their cane. “Which. Brings a question to mind. You are new here and don’t trust anybody cuz you sleep outside”

“You’re more observant than I thought” Daryl sat on the edge of the desk in front of the office, assuming to be an old reception desk. “So the question?”

“Why trust me?”

Daryl shrugs setting the bottle down on the space beside him. “Why shouldn’t I?”

Y/N stares him down for a while as Daryl didn’t mind sitting in silence for a while. They eventually brushed it off and took the cap off the bottle before offering him the first drink which he took.

“I just…I don’t need anymore people thinking I’m useless because I’m crippled.”

The archer sets the bottle down after taking a swing and seeing Y/N’s anxiety in their expression as he shrugs.

“Yer not useless. Never thought you were the moment I met yea” Daryl gave them a bit of a smirk when he noticed their smile grace their face.

As the days went by, Daryl grew closer to Y/N. With the back-and-forth factoids with the small conversation that follows. It was the big stuff they never really talked about, they’d get close but neither of them pushed the other to go any further. Who woulda thought Daryl found someone he liked in this place? Aaron was something. But there was…a bond with Y/N.

“You make an extra plate?” Daryl asks Aaron as he was invited over for dinner since he didn’t go to the party.

“Oh it’s for Y/N. They didn’t go to the party either but we always make them a plate whenever we make big portion dinners. Leftovers kind of go to them”

“After Aaron shows yea what’s in the garage, you mind delivering it to them?” Eric chimes in taking another sip of his wine. “Aaron has seen how close you both are becoming. So—“

“I’d be happy to” Daryl states shoving in more spaghetti in his mouth enjoying the homemade meal more than they expected.

After getting the best news in this mystery place, that being a motorcycle he can build, Daryl made his way to the library with a plate of spaghetti for Y/N. He saw that the lights were on and let himself in to find their cane discarded on the ground. His anxiety got the best of him as he quickly sets the plate down on one of the tables heading forward finding Y/N laying on the floor.

“Hey. You okay? You hurt?”

Y/N rolls onto their back putting one of their arms behind their head as a pillow. “I’m good. Just. Uhm. Bad leg day”

“You need anything for it?” He frowns as they shook their head readjusting on the ground.

“Besides my pillow from my bed. I also wouldn’t mind whatever Aaron made that you brought. His cooking is recognizable the more you’ve had it”

“Sit tight” Daryl stepped over them to get their pillow first and have Y/N get themselves situated before grabbing the plate of food he left at the front.

Once Y/N got uncomfortable sitting up and leaning against the wall with their pillow behind their back. They happily took the plate and already dug in while Daryl got situated across from them.

“Aaron makes good ass spaghetti”

“Believe me. Could’ve ate the whole ass bowl” Daryl smiles listening to them laugh to such while eating.

“Should’ve. I would’ve” Y/N laughs setting their plate down in their lap for a moment. “You ever cooked in the old world?”

“Besides sandwiches of whatever leftover in the fridge. Didn’t really do much cooking. You?”

“Me neither. I traveled a lot” Y/N picked at their plate. “Ate whatever was staple to the place I would be in. I wanted to learn when uh. I couldn’t travel anymore but kind of just. Stayed put”

“Guessin’ your accident lead yea to stay put”

“Yeah. And that sucked” Y/N scoffs followed by a short chuckle before finishing up with their plate. “So. Aaron has told me about this thing he has in his garage because he’s wanted books on parts. I assume you’ve told him you ride bikes”

“Yeah it’s a skeleton to a motorcycle in his garage and I know most the parts in there. Thinking I can get it up and running in a few weeks” Daryl taps the top of his knee thinking about what he’s going to do first. “Wanna help?”

Daryl learned that he would do anything to get them to smile. He’d even fall on his ass if he’d have to just go get a laugh that ends in smile. He learned quickly that whenever Y/N brought up their past, even in the smallest way possible, they would have a big set back to such. Their whole mood changes. Even when he’s not the one to spark them bringing it up.

Little does Daryl know, Y/N wants to open that part of them to him. They haven’t know each other long and they are already so comfortable with him.

“Hey Y/N” Aaron smiles as Daryl suddenly hits his head on the bike frame when trying to look up. “What are you doing here?” His face grimaced when the archer hit his head as did Y/N’s.

They approached handing Daryl the manual to a different bike model in hopes he can find something helpful.

“Thanks. How long did it take yea?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night, besides it didn’t take long” Y/N sat down on the stool in the garage setting their cane down on the workbench. Daryl read through parts of the manual taking that as an opportunity to change his expression. They couldn’t sleep last night…

“Can I make you something?” Aaron offers watching them nod with a smile before heading inside the house.

Daryl continued to read the sections he needed as he heard the sounds of the velcro tearing. He lifted his gaze watching Y/N take their brace off and setting it also on the work bench.

“How bad?”

“It’s just. Bad.”

“Scale—-“

“D, please. I don’t…I don’t want to talk about it this time” Y/N frowns gripping their thigh as Daryl sets the manual down for a moment, rising to his feet and making his way to them. “I will hurt you if you try anything”

Daryl rolls his eyes to that response knowing damn well that they would. But that didn’t stop him from helping in his own way. He brought the cart holding some of the miscellaneous parts and took all of them off before grabbing the pillow he was kneeling on to put it on top of the cart. Y/N watched his every move and was about to hurt him when he got close but tensed when he carefully lifted their leg onto the pillow giving something to rest it on instead of locking their knee later from a seated position.

“You’re an idiot”

“Mm. I’m talking to one” Daryl helped them get comfortable.

“Aren’t yea gonna keep fixing up your bike?”

“Takin’ a break” Daryl brought himself to lean against the work bench when Aaron stepped out with sandwiches in hand.

“No more working?”

“Nah I’m taking over his cart so he can’t really work without it” Y/N jokes resulting in an eye roll from the archer and a short laugh from Aaron.

“Wanna take this inside then? Get comfortable?”

“I’d have to uh. Put my brace back on and that takes—-“ Y/N cut themselves off when Daryl suddenly picked them up bridal style and every fiber of their being wanted to thrash but they would only aggravate their pain. “What in the fuck—-“

“Let’s just get yea comfortable and take a break” Daryl states heading inside with the help of Aaron holding the door open.

Once the bike was up and running, Daryl thought the first test run would be perfect for the day he and Aaron leave to recruit. He didn’t leave right away given he heard his name being called by Y/N as they slowly made their way to the front.

“What are you doing past the houses?”

“I’m allowed to leave my residence” Y/N laughs leaning on their cane as their free hand rubs their eyes. “Just wanted to see yea off yknow”

Daryl frowns seeing the exhaustion in their expression. He started to worry then and it grew worse but he was conflicted on what he needed to do.

“Didn’t have to”

“Fuck off. You’re my favorite person in this shithole. I’ll see yea off if I want.” Y/N shot him a smile before taking their leave on that note.

Before the two even set out, Spencer approached Daryl with a surprised expression on his face which only confused the archer until the bimbo spoke.

“I never seen them leave their place since they’ve been here. Must’ve left an impact on them” Spencer’s comment rang through Daryl’s head the entire time he was outside of the walls.

Once the gates closed and the familiar sound rang through Alexandria, Y/N felt a pain grow in their chest as they make their way back to the library and into their room. They got comfortable on the futon in the office that’s supposedly their bed and sat there thinking about all the things that could go wrong outside the walls. They like Aaron but the man doesn’t know how to handle certain situations outside. Daryl knows but he’s the self-sacrifice type…and they can’t lose him.

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“You know you signed up to either watch me struggle off the ground or to help me up”

“I’ll help yea, unless you smack me again. Then I’ll watch yea like an upside down turtle”

“Rude” Y/N scoffs continuing to look up at the night sky with Daryl as they both enjoyed how empty Alexandria was at a certain hour just so that they can enjoy moments like these. Watching the stars comfortably without annoying distractions. “And it’s a tortoise. Turtles are ones in the water”

“Nerd” Daryl chuckles bringing his arms behind his head to cushion it. “Have yea read everything in that library?”

“No. Everything is boring. Only thing I read are my notes in that journal I’ve got or the back of food labels.” That earned a laugh from Daryl before the familiar uncomfortable silence returned.

Daryl wanted to ask the more detailed questions that lead him to get to know the deeper side of Y/N. But this moment, he didn’t have to ask.

“I can trust yea right?”

“Yeah”

“I was in a treatment facility before outbreak day and it wasn’t for my leg. It’s because of it.” Y/N sighs. “I enjoyed my life before the accident. Traveling and taking pictures was an escape of what I grew up with. Didn’t have to relive any of my trauma by facing it everyday…I simply spent every day with a new adventure in a new place and just. Lived…then, in Paris, I didn’t see the car coming” that brought a familiar weight to place itself on their chest. “Got flown back home. Threatened every doctor that if they took my leg I’d take my life. They didn’t amputate but after years of dealing with the pain…I was done. I wanted an out. My stupid little brother found me on the floor of my bathroom in my apartment back in New York and got me into a facility in Virginia. Right as I thought life was worth it again…the apocalypse happened”

Daryl didn’t know what to say immediately and Y/N didn’t expect him to say anything. They continued to look at the stars above as Y/N flinched slightly looking down to their side feeling the archer interlace his fingers with theirs squeezing his hand.

“Glad yea trust me enough to tell me that” Daryl starts as he brought himself closer, enough to be up against them. “I’m glad you stayed on this earth long enough for me to meet yea. But trust me, I ain’t letting yea go any time soon”

The tears had a mind of their own as they spilled from Y/N’s eyes once they heard that.

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Alexandria was under new management the night Daryl returned with Morgan. But he didn’t care anymore about that the second he realized Y/N was absent from the bonfire that determined Rick’s residence.

The archer opened the door to the place finding most lights off so they must’ve been asleep or getting ready. But same as before he saw them on the floor, this time expecting it to be like times before being the leg pain. Though as he drew closer he didn’t see much movement and they didn’t react to his presence.

“No…Hey, come on” Daryl immediately fell to his knees picking up their upper half shaking them a bit. “Yea can’t do this to me” his panic started to settle in as he slapped their face a bit to get a reaction. “I can’t live without yea. Cmon please…don’t leave me here”

Right before the archer could smack them again, their eyes slowly open like one who’s been asleep for hours and the blurriness started to fade to see who it was shaking them.

“Why are you crying?” Y/N groans a bit feeling him latch onto their smaller frame as they brought their hands to his face wiping away the on-going tears. “Hey, what happened? What did I do?”

“You…you were out cold. Like you were dead.” Daryl frowns choking up a bit as he felt his heart ache even worse than times before. “I thought yea died…”

“Gonna take more than sleeping pills to kill me, D. It’s my last resort when my leg is hurting…guess it worked a bit too well” Y/N brought their arms around his neck pulling them forward enough to sit up and Daryl to shift beneath them so that their position was Y/N settled in his lap. “I’m not going anywhere”

“Yea better…because…I…” Daryl struggles to get the words out as Y/N’s calloused fingers gently make him lift his gaze back onto them. “I think I’m fallin’ in love with yea”

To his surprise, Y/N didn’t wait another second before pressing their lips firmly against his and kissing the man that showed them that living was worth it.

Even when hell came knocking

“Daryl where are you? We need to discuss the plan about the walkers—-“ Rick stops himself when he barged into Daryl’s room which was the basement and saw him fast asleep laying on Y/N. “Uh. I need…uhm”

“You need Daryl. Yeah I heard yea stomping on the way down here.”

“You’re not exactly quiet” Daryl groans hiding his face in their stomach for a moment before turning toward Rick. “We doing this now?”

“No we’re just discussing—-“

“Then go. I’ll be there in five minutes” Daryl sighs bringing himself back to laying on Y/N comfortably, keeping mind of their leg propped up beside him.

Once he managed to get up after he simply wanted to stay in bed all day with Y/N. He got dressed watching Y/N get up from the bed stumbling a bit as he quickly took their extended hand to provide some balance.

“What are you doing?”

“Coming with. Rick owes me more than five minutes with yea” Y/N gripped onto his shoulders as they struggled more than usual to stand without the brace. “Maybe we’ll be late”

“We can be late” Daryl smiles kissing their cheek and helping them sit down on the bed before grabbing some of their clothes to get dressed in.

Daryl had gotten the hang of helping Y/N into their brace faster than they expected. But hell he’s helped them get strapped in even before they became something.

They did indeed arrive to the meeting late and Y/N didn’t feel any better about it when Rick spotted the two and immediately glared. Daryl only glared back before tapping the man sitting in front of them listening gesturing to Y/N so that he’d give up the chair he was sitting in and he did willingly.

The meeting was to discuss the canyon of walkers that had a blockage that was threatening to fail. Inevitably sending the walkers their way. The trail run became the actual run and as much as Y/N felt a bubble of worry expand inside of them. Worrying about the archer leading the walkers away was the least of it.

There seemed to be a pattern of immediate threat and the only ones that gave Y/N trouble were the Wolves. But they didn’t stand a chance when they were crossed.

“And I thought I would need a disguise”

“Oh just put me in a sea of walkers. They can’t really tell the difference with me” Y/N let out a short laugh as they tried to keep up with Carol even when their leg was killing them.

It’s too much.

You’re going to collapse if you keep pushing.

People can fend for themsel—-no. I will push through it. I will help until I fall.

Except falling when the walkers had breached the walls weren’t what one expected to happen. It was poor timing to be thankful for Rick’s rampage through the herd when Y/N fell because he was enraged for what happened to his son. Michonne was following shortly behind him when he noticed Y/N struggling to get up from the ground. She quickly took the walkers approaching out before helping them to their feet wrapping their arm around her shoulders.

“You’re bleeding”

“Yeah, I know” Y/N held onto Michonne until they got to the infirmary.

“Oh Y/N—-I can use—“ Denise, before Daryl’s group arrived, was one of the other residents that actually acknowledged their existence in a positive light. “You’re injured”

“It’s fine. What do you need” Y/N wobbled to the roll stool letting Michonne go after thanking her and using their good leg to roll them over seeing Carl’s injury. “This is bad”

“Did you lose your cane?”

“Yeah but that doesn’t matter. I’ll be your nurse” Y/N pushed back grabbing some gloves.

Once the threats were contained and everyone was accounted for, Daryl returned with Abraham and Sasha to see the aftermath of all the chaos and that kicked his anxiety into overdrive but he was physically pushed toward the infirmary for not only his road rash but the stab wound as well.

Daryl tripped on his way over finding Y/N’s cane on the floor broken and that didn’t help much of his thoughts.

“Denise, got the archer needin’ to be looked at” Abraham announces as he enters the infirmary before Daryl but that announcement lead to the sound of crashing. “Is there—-“

“No moron” Y/N stumbles a bit after being stuck in a bed when they finished helping Denise with Carl. “What the fuck did y’all get into?”

The archer didn’t wait another moment as he brought himself to Y/N wrapping his arms around them feeling them latch on. They noticed the damage done on him and was about to say something but of course his eyes glued onto something else.

“Why is your leg bandaged?”

“Seriously? That’s what you focus on while you’re bleeding on me. I’d like to keep that blood inside of you” Y/N groans relaxing in his arms as Daryl pulls away a bit to get a better look when it was nothing but a flesh wound from dealing with the wolves. Never said they went unscathed. “We dealt with a lot while you were gone”

“Mm. Trust me, when I tell yes what happened it’d be around the same shit yea had to deal” Daryl sighs resting his head on their shoulder as they held him a bit longer.

“I will collapse in a sec if I stand much longer”

“Sorry, darling”

[manofmanymons]

Ok hi, i know i havent sent an ask in a while to you but i need this idea to go to someone because something similar happened (only in terms of chaos)

Ok so, survive kids play uno, chaos id assume

Like, kaito and miu cheating together, ryo is raging because he keeps getting skipped, aoi and takuma trying but failing to calm everyone. Stuff like that

A long time ago I hced that Minoru and Kaito have been banned from group game nights after trying to kill each other over Uno and now I feel the need to make this post somehow reach that conclusion alkdfjakj

I love the idea that Takuma would legitimately accidentally keep screwing Minoru over just because they sat next to each other. Like his only card that's a matching color is a +2, or he'll accidentally change the color before Minoru can put a card down. He keeps apologizing, even offers to skip his own turn because he feels so bad. Unfortunately Minoru is now out for blood.

You're so big brained ngl it would be so funny if Miu and Kaito looked at each other's cards and were purposely trying to help each other (e.g. changing the color to what the other needs if they get a wild card, or holding onto +4 cards until the rotation changes so they only get the others sitting next to them and not each other). They're not above screwing each other over if they have to put a card down, though. They both still wanna win.

The same way Takuma keeps accidentally giving Minoru cards, Shuuji keeps accidentally skipping Ryo. Saki, on the other hand, is purposely skipping Ryo because she thinks it's funny watching him slowly lose his mind. He picked the wrong two people to sit between.

Aoi tries to be a peacekeeper and be like maybe you should try to hold onto your next skip card until someone plays a reverse even though she's the one sitting on Saki's other side and would be the one getting skipped. Unfortunately, the offer is so sweet that Saki is only more unwilling to skip her, and the net result is Ryo getting hit by even more skips and reverses. He hasn't put down or even picked up a single card in ten minutes.

Everyone thought Ryo would be the first one to flip his shit UNTIL Minoru ends up getting Miu with a +4 that he was trying to save for Takuma, but someone played a reverse and he ran out of cards that matched the current color. So now MIU is out for blood.

Sibling cheating mode increases bc now Kaito is purposely setting Miu up to keep hitting Minoru with +2 and skip cards (drawing cards even if he already has the right color just to change it to the color Miu needs). Bc of course he would throw the game if meant getting at back at the person who +4'ed his sister. Minoru catches on and tries to call him on it, but he keeps denying it.

Minoru completely forgets operation "vengeance against Takuma" and starts targeting Miu instead (he would go after Kaito, but he's sitting too far away, and Takuma won't help him cheat), which swiftly leads to The Incident that gets him and Kaito banned from game night.

I ended up making a seating chart lmao

[boltgunkiller-archive]

👀 GLEAM!!!!! please tell me more about gleam i LOVE glee scream aus and how different they can be –hevanderson

OMG YESSS I LOVE SCREAM AUS FOR ANYTHING. they’re so fun. i talked a lot so i’m putting it under a read more just in case!!

okay my favorite scream movie is scream 5 so it’s primarily inspired by that one (i’m sure you can guess why. my tamber phase was so insane. i love lesbians). it’s not exactly alike but that was my main starting point for this au LOL

anyway so. the main cast/relationships for this au are: quinn & santana (best friends.. kind of), rachel & finn (dating), brittany (dating santana ofc), mercedes & sam (both single! but mercedes kinda likes quinn and sam??? idk yet), and i’m thinking like. i wanna include tina, puck, and artie. i just haven’t really figured out exactly how they’ll be in it/what their roles will be 💀 but i do know that artie def has a crush on brittany? he’d be kind of like wes but less weird because him and puck have some straight boy yaoi situation going on icl. And then obviously klaine!!! is there too 🫵

sooo for quinn & santana i think they’d be the ghostfaces!! and honestly as a duo, i think they’d balance the kill/call life because they’re both very skilled in both departments if that makes sense. like i think it’d mostly come down to whether or not one of them have more of a problem with their victim or not, because otherwise i think quinn would prefer phone calls whereas santana would prefer handling the kills. they’re best friends in this universe as well, but they’re similar to mindy and amber in my eyes where they kinda act like they hate each other/they argue a lot (just as quinntana does in the show 😭 you know) but everyone knows they’re just messing around and simply have diff view points etc etc. they fake accuse each other a lot to solidify that they don’t even trust anybody much less e/o (even though it’s THEM. you know.) so that they seem wayyy less guilty than they really are. basic stuff. also brittany’s another ghostface i forgot to mention but mostly i think she’d be like back-up. like she’d keep watch kind of. does that make sense. the whole 3 ghostface thing always has that one fake-out ghostface that ends up ACTUALLY being a ghostface too and it confuses everybody. so that’s basically what she is here.

(oh also i debated on having one of the ghostfaces be mercedes but i think she’d fit more of a tatum type of character. but she’d survive is the thing LOL.)

ive deliberated over a lot of different options but i think rachel would be the opening kill (quinn’s work 💕💘💗) and then of course finn. like at the same time. probably because they were hanging out together.

thennnn everyone would be on edge! quinn would be picking fights with santana now, but just little things. like “how do we know what you were doing last night? we all know how you felt about them both…” to which santana would defend herself with stuff like “you’re one to talk. you didn’t like them either, so how do i know you’re not just pushing the blame onto me?” etc etc stuff like that. brittany would try to stop their argumentss. typical unholy trinity dynamic. blaine would be super anxious about everybody and kurt would be suspicious of people, tina would be really scared and honestly just try to get away from all of it and mercedes would try and stay level-headed about everything but protect herself especially too. (and she’d be concerned about quinn). puck’s the biggest suspect because he’s puck and everything about that is suspicious xx. and artie is there but i haven’t figured out his deal i think he’d be freaked out and sorta just leave the whole group like give up on all of them which may result in him being the second kill actually. because he does what you’re not meant to do: Go Be Alone.

(and since artie kinda likes brittany and he’s sort of in wes’s position in the fifth movie, the second kill result for him kinda makes sense to me)

after finchel and artie are gone i thiiink puck for sure is the biggest suspect. there’s a memorial party for artie obviously and puck’s throwing it 🫵 which doesn’t really help anybody believe that he didn’t do it. and he’s also just being stupid like girl.

once it’s the whole party thing , i think kurt and blaine would go outside and try and chill and then get attacked (killed? unsure guys.), party’s still going on but mercedes noticed that some people are missing so she just tells quinn and then quinn’s faux scared. tells sam probably and sam goes out looking for klaine cause they’re all besties #kublam) and the rest after this i’m still trying to figure out

honestly that’s all i think would happen so far i hope it makes sense?? i had some other ideas but NGL i’m blanking sooooo. anyway. if you have any questions let me know because i do have a vague idea/main points for parts of the story (even ones i didn’t mention) sooo yeah.! i hope you think this glee scream au is cool too:)

[the-grand-av3]

you guys should play doki doki literature club it is a very normal game

(Om is coming to realise, while writing, this shit only makes sense if you know the plot of ddlc)

(So i will give you a basic run-down if you don't know)

(It’s below the cut)

Ok

oh yes very normal game

al i think you'd like it

Would I? It seems very...

Girlish.

Ooh~ Let me play~

no not you they're teenagers we dont need that scandal

You know how difficult it is to write a ukelele apology nowadays

:(

play it you two ill watch

Spoilers for ddlc below

OKAY so basically ddlc is this psychological horror that takes on the initial form of a high school dating game. You meet four different girls. Sayori, aloof, cooky (Your first friend, neighbour), Natsuki, sweet, cutesy (A really stand-offish girl), Yuri, deep, brooding (Bookworm who is introverted and depressed), and Monika, brains, beauty (A seemingly normal girl, smart, the club leader of the literature club).

You, as the only male in the club, write poems by choosing words when prompted. This will guide you towards the dating path of one of the girls, resulting in different dialogue, scenes, and prompts. There's also a school fair coming up that the group is preparing for. You notice that Sayori is getting awfully distant with you, and soon you find that she's depressed, in love with you. You have the choice to either turn the confession down (when she does eventually tell you) or accept it.

Either way she hangs herself. The game glitches out and restarts, from the very beginning, this time, Sayori seemingly having been deleted. You notice that Yuri is acting more obsessive towards you, and Natsuki less angry. The latter confides in you that Yuri is acting weird to you, but the game glitches and "Natsuki" tell you not to worry about it. Yuri then stabs herself three days before the school fair.

When Natsuki and Monika discover Yuri's body, Natsuki goes to throw up and Monika seems eerily calm abt it. Shocker she actually is altering the game code to force herself to be the only option for you to pick. She's aware she is a game, but loves you regardless. The only way to beat the game is to delete her file from the game coding. Then the game will restart without Monika.

Okay.. so. This is the game its like a click and read i think

Mhm.

So should we make decisions together or do you wanna play by yourself

We should alternate between who gets to pick.

Okay uhh let me put in a name... Voxal... okay lets play

I don't like Sayori.

Shes such a cutie patootie why not

Annoying.

you are NOT gonna like the other characters then

Why?

I see why now.

OH SHIT NATSUKI AND YURI ARE FIGHTING

Whose side do we pick?

I like Natsuki

But I prefer Yuri.

It's my turn to choose

This could alter the entire game think about it properly.

I PICK NATSUKI

"I gently open the door".. okay bud sure you’re an asshole

Who turns a girl down like that? Who SCREAMS in response to that?

OH

OH?

OH MY GOD

THE SCREEN'S GLITCHING

womp womp wommpppp

THE GAME CRASHED

OH MY.

shes just like me

Wait so Sayori isn't a thing anymore

No, I don't think so.

Man thats wild

Wasn't expecting that.

Uhh, Yuri is acting weird.

She is

thats funky i wonder why

Oh she's stabbed herself.

Ouch.

What language is this wingding

Natsuki hi

It wasn't us. She was like that when we got here.

Oh there she goes

Throwing up

Hello Monika

OH?

OH SHE JUST DELETED NATSUKI

crazy

NO THE CUPCAKES SHE MADE

That's what you're worried about?

Can we use reverse psychology and delete HER file?

Lemme try

Oh shes tweaking

Wah wah. Restart the game.

Hello Sayori! You are now tolerable.

Hiiii :D

that hi was so zesty

Oh?

OH SHE KNOWS??

NEXT MONIKA??

JUST SAYORI?

[latelyloxiv]

sir please. this question has been eating me alive for a year now. What happened to Biz's mouth.

I'll give you the long story. It's complicated, but stick with me.

cw: mention of gun violence and death

Holly (before she was known as Biz) was part of a ragtag criminal group in Miami. It consisted of four people, the other three being Atlanta, Elenia, and Gash.

One day, they set in motion plans to execute a bank robbery. It went wrong, Gash's gun misfired. One of the bank tellers was killed in the scuffle. The bank teller ended up being a close relative of someone within the Cuban mob.

No one was supposed to die that day. And for all intensive purposes, they had checked the bank and made sure it wasn't linked to anyone within the local organized crime. Someone messed up.

Everyone within Holly's group decided to lay low for a week. Knowing that there would be retaliation, but hoping their identities had been kept hidden.

One night, Gash picked up Holly for a night drive. The two were close, and Gash was not taking the accident well. Within their group, he was the most morally sound person and struggled to accept the death he caused.

The late night drive went on, and Holly let her friend grieve his mistake.

(And here is where I'll include an excerpt from some writing I did back in April 2022 detailing Biz's recollection of the next event in a dream.)

"A red light, a late night. The blurry image of neon storefronts, empty streets in the middle of Miami. A drug induced psychosis to cope, sinking into the passenger seat. Hands thumbing over a blade, a toy. Tires approaching. No yelling, just sudden sound.

ONCE. Glass shattering, gore, the wet impact of violence to a body. The spray of foreign red.

TWICE. The whiz of a bullet as it ricochets off the interior frame of a car. Then pain– shock. Hands holding together flayed skin, shattered teeth.

Lifelessness next to her, slumped. A dead foot planted firmly on the gas. Frantic, bloody, bloody hands grasping at a slick steering wheel. The heavy rev of an engine, then the crumple of metal around a light pole. Losing consciousness just as the passenger door is pushed open. A bloody, bloody sneaker resting on concrete. The carnage of a soon to be discovered crime scene on full display to a humid, hot, suffocating city. The distant sound of an unknown vehicle speeding away." ---

tldr; Biz's scar is the result of a drive by shooting that involved the death of her friend Gash.

The bullet ricocheted off the metal frame of the car she was in and blew a hole open in her right cheek. It also shattered and disfigured most of the teeth on the right side of her mouth as well.

I won't reveal who did the shooting yet, because I wanna draw out this scene and more story stuff related to 15 Million... if I can find the time and energy. 🌴