#I wasnt even going to say words i need to make noises

[cephalonheadquarters]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

too many teens whining for validation, this blog needs more weird and stupid so...

AITA for kidnapping my friend and trapping her in the cheesebarn?

Hear me out:

The story starts about a week before my (20 at the time ftm) 21st birthday. If you live in the US you know this isnt just some lame 7th birthday or 36th birthday, this is one of the big boy birthdays, the special ones. Its when you can legal buy alcohol and are therefore truly an adult in the eyes of the law.

Naturally my friends (20s) wanted to do something Big for our 21sts. So they asked me what i wanted to do and i said i didnt really care as long as I got a road trip somewhere with friends.

Everyone thought it was a fun idea but it was a little short notice for everyone to get time off from work, but my other friend we will call C also had her 21st exactly a month after mine to the day, and the two of us agreed to share our 21sts and not do much of anything on my actual birthday. This is important, bc it was a SHARED birthday road trip.

I agree to let C pick the destination and I provide the car. We didnt have much of a plan as we were going to meet up with C's old roommate who lives in the city we picked to show us a good time.

It was 5 of us total and about a 7 hour drive altogether there with not a whole lot on the way there. We get to the city she picked and meet the roommate and honestly the rest of this part is just standard 21st birthday shenanigans. Its when we start the drive home things really start.

Remember its a long drive with not much to see? Well that was a lie. On our way back we see it, the Real "Happiest Place on Earth" as far as places with a mouse for a mascot go:

Grandpa's.

Fuckin'.

Cheesebarn.

Obviously me and the other people on the trip want to stop and see the magic, but unfucking fortunately C happens to be the only Basic White Girl ™️ in the entire world who hates cheese and isnt even lactose intolerant. This girl is notorious for making "petty" and "I hate Cheese" her entire personality. She would constantly make faces and gagging noises and talk about how gross and nasty cheese is if you so much as eat a grilt cheese near her.

Clearly she made it known that she wasnt on board with it. "NO! FUCK YOU ALL IM NOT GOING TO A PLACE CALLED A CHEESEBARN ON MY BIRTHDAY!!" were her exact words.

But i remembered i was driving, it was my car, and it was supposed to be my birthday too. So I put it to a vote. "Raise your hand if you wanna go to Grandpa's Cheesebarn!"

All hands raise but one. With C out voted we head to the cheesebarn.

Guys. This place is amazing. Its obviously making cheese its main draw, but yhere's so much more, its every shitty midwest tourist trap rolled into one glorious place. There's even a chocolate shop. We even got C's roommate to ditch work and come meet us bc shr heard "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" and knew she had to drop everything.

All in all a good visit, C even seemed like she had fun once we got there (she sure spent $300 on candies and dip mixes anyway). We go home. Things seem fine.

Then C drops off the face of the earth.

She wont respond to our calls or texts and at first we thought maybe she was giing through a rough patch or something and try to just keep reaching out but give her space. But then we find out that not only is she still hanging our with our other friends who couldnt make the trip with us. So clearly she's just pissed at us about something.

Finally one day a few months later i catch her at her job and just tell her "I dont care if you hate us, we'll never speak to you again if you dont want us to, but what the hell did we do to you??"

And she just looked me over and says "Well. You kidnapped me."

lolwut

And she yells (bc this girl loves yelling at people) "YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TRAPPED ME AT A CHEESEBARN ON. MY. BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

And i just said "Well it was my birthday too," and havent spoken to her since. Its been over a decade and "No ragrets" as we said back in the day, but uts baffled me for years that that was her reaction. "Im just over you guys" i can understand, and its not like she was shy about telling people she hates them and their out of her life ever before. And from what i ended up hearing from our other friends she kept talking with it really was about the cheesebarn and how we "ruined her birthday".

No but srsly AITA??? For making her go to a cheesebarn???

What are these acronyms?

[txtistheloml]

evelyn…tutor taehyun eating u out while u study..

aura... the dream... (just a short drabble to get back into posting :3)

hot tutor bf - kang . th

genre! - smut (mdni)

pairing! - tutor bf!taehyun x fem!reader

wordcount! - 642

warnings! - oral (fem rec.), nth much tbh, not proofread so pls read at ur own risk

note! - kinda got carried away n this is lowkey a short fic LOLL, wasnt as good as i thought it would be but eh, i tweaked it a lil so it wasn't him eating u out as u study but instead it was a form of reward... idk if you'll like it i tried 🥲

"did u listen?"

"y-yea of course i did, you can test me on it now if you'd like."

words stumbling from the sudden question as his intent eyes peer into your averting gaze.

it was hard pretending that you could focus when your boyfriend looked this hot when teaching you.

words that came out from his mouth sounded like nothing but the buzzing of white noise, impossible to make out words if you didn't listen hard enough.

your eyes were locked onto his sharp features that you've always found attractive, even more attractive now when he was teaching.

fuck he looked hot.

it took quite literally everything in you to listen to him instead of focusing on the slight rubbing for your thighs, desperate for some kind of friction.

you were insanely horny to say the least.

and he definitely noticed.

"sit on the edge of the chair." taehyun says as he pulls your chair back, allowing him some space to slip beneath the desk.

your heart rate picked up as you obeyed silently, a surprised yelp escaping you when he pulls you in by the calves.

he doesn't mutter a single word as his doe eyes peer up at you, pulling down your pants along with your cute panties - the ones with a little bow at the top that he loved.

"w-what are you doing tyun... need t-to study..." you protest shakily, with what he intends to do already quite obvious.

as much as you wanted him, you had classes to study for.

specifically ones that you were on the verge of failing - which was why you asked your hot nerdy boyfriend to tutor you in the first place.

"need to test you right? read what i explained to you earlier out loud, don't stop. if you read it right then i'll reward you, hm?" he reasons as he spreads your legs to reveal your dripping core.

"go on, start."

as you start reading with shaky breaths to calm yourself, he hums intently as you read through all the parts he explained earlier, his thumb rubbing your thigh soothingly as if to encourage you.

you were stuck a couple of times but miraculously pulled through even though you zoning out half the time he was talking - maybe it was your desire to get off that pulled you through.

he doesn't even needs to tell you that you were right, the way that he dives into your cunt already speaks for itself.

he doesn't take his time like he usually would - going straight for it this time. his lips attach to your weeping pearl, sucking on it as he dips his tongue into your hot and dripping hole briefly, almost teasingly.

he licks n laps at your wet cunt eagerly, catching every drop of your juices as he nuzzles his face impossibly closer to your pussy, catching a whiff of your scent. you would be worried that he couldn't breathe if not for the occasional moans he makes against you, devouring every inch of your pussy diligently, rewarding you like he said he would.

your whines n moans of his name - "taehyun..." " s'good fuck..." - only serve to spur him on even more, becoming rougher n rougher by the second to make you cum. his tongue flicking faster n harder against your clit as you cry out, hips rolling into his face as you tug on his hair which your hands had long found purchase on, as he inches you closer to your high.

when you cum, broken sobs n mewls were ripped from your throat as your legs threaten to close around his head, legs shaking from the intense wave of pleasure.

taehyun coos praises at you as you wind down from your high, telling you you've improved n he's so so proud of you~

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[sidneyprescottswhore]

BROOOO IM IN LOVE WITH AMBER AND UR WRITING IS AMAZING AND U NEED MORE AMBER FICS SO IM GOING TO REQUESTTTT🥶🥶 SO LIKE CAN U DO SMTH WHERE LIKE AMBER AND READER ARE ENEMIES SO LIKE AMBER BREAKS INTO READERS HOUSE TO KILL HER BUT FINDS HER HIDING IN LIKE A BRA AND PANTIES AND LIKE FUCKS HER BC SHE LOOKS SO CUTE🙏🙏🙏🙏 also pls add mommy kink ik u said she might have a daddy kink but pls do mommy instead😖😖😾😾😾😭😭

your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips

over over again, like my only prayer

amber freeman x fem!reader.

warnings: g!p amber, choking, other shit… however i am so fucking lazy sorry <3

after finishing this i realized i forgot a mommy kink! well oops also this is short and sucky sorry i have no fucking motivation and really want to write for lana

that phone call.

that same voice from the threatening phone call you had recieved minutes before, was now booming through your house.

you had obviously thought they were joking.

“im gonna tear through your house, and then through you next.”

god, could they have worded that any worse? “im gonna tear through you.” to you, that had just sounded like a more, rough, way to talk about sex.

but, maybe, maybe you were just a sex freak.

so obviously, you had went back to what you were doing before. hanging up the phone, not giving a shit less of what that person had to say.

but now, you regreted just sitting there, rather than calling the police. you chose not to think of your regret, but more or less to just stay quiet, and still. there was someone roaming throughout your house. of course you were gonna stay quiet?? what the fuck else would you be doing?

you were embarrassed shitless. at this time and moment, this stranger couldn’t have wanted to kill you at a worse time. you were stuck, in lacy white panties, finished with a pink little bow. even had a matching bralette. it was fucking freezing, and you were gonna die in the most provocative outfit you could have ever worn that day. you felt like you were sitting on bricks, as you sat atop on all of the piled up shoes in your closet.

as you stood up to move the shoes covering the floor, you heard your bedroom door slam open, you immediately fell to your feet, hand cupping your mouth in order to not let any noise escape.

what an uncomfortable way to die… damn.

you heard the footsteps approaching that closet door, and you immediately started to think of ways to seduce this person, because.. it was really all you could do, considering you were dressed up as if you were a hooker. as if you were waiting for this moment, to use your charm. to use your body to seduce one who was there to kill you. to show it off to all your hooker friends. but no, that was not the case at all.

your mind was cluttered with so many thoughts that you had lost all attention to the world, it wasnt until you felt the cold metal of what looked like a knife underneath your chin, that you had realized.. some person.. in a mask, was staring right at you. it was a dumb mask, really. like, lets say, michael myers… but if he got his face melted off. the way the eyes and jaw hung low made you giggle as you looked this ‘killer’ in the eyes of the mask. it wasnt till after your giggle fit that you realized: this guy might be for real, i mean, you could even feel that knife sliding down to your neck, the cold metal point poking you just so slightly. drawing the tiniest prick of blood, and the tiniest tear in the corner of your eye.

“aww.. what’s wrong? i thought that.. that it was funny?”

the once menacing voice that was on the other side of that phone line, was now gentle and teasing. even stuttering between words. its like he wanted to pity you.

as the guy slid the knife away from you, you could hear his breathing pick up. he sucked in a breath and began to talk to you once more.

“you’re cute you know.. makes me not wanna kill you.” the knife was now sliding down to your bra. “adorable” he closed..wait, he? HE? no, this person was not a “he”. the voice was more clear as he said that last word. less groggy and robotic, more… feminine.

the “guy” who was gonna spare your life because of your charm.. was a woman.

you snapped back to reality at your nipples being exposed to the cold air, you looked down to see she severed the fabric of your bra. it sat ontop of your lap, your nipples hardening from the air.

“such cute nipples.” she said. her hands dropped the knife that sat in her hands originally, now moving to remove her gloves, and then her mask.

straight, pretty, black hair was revealed first, then a pale, beautiful face next. her eyes were gorgeous, her face was glistening in the light from sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead. god, you were… you were mesmerized.

you didn’t realize how long you had actually been staring for until you had realized her robe slowly being removed.

jesus christ.

you stared right at her black lacey panties, the bulge catching you off guard. it had looked like her cock was practically straining against the fabric, begging to be free.

you didn’t care that she had a dick, you didn’t care that she was just holding a knife up to your throat, you didn’t even care she came here solely to kill you.

you just wanted her so bad.

you started by slowly removing her panties, her cock springing out infront of your face. if you were being honest, she wasn’t that big. her cock was almost 6 inches, with a slight curve. but that didn’t even matter to you.

“i’m sorry that it wasn’t what you were expecting.” she frowned, obviously self conscious about her size. “no, no. it’s so fucking-“ your breath was hot on the tip of her cock as she took it into her hand, a slight amount of precum leaking from it. “-so fucking perfect.” you finished.

you took the tip into your mouth, catching amber by surprise. she seemed sensitive, already slowly bucking into your mouth. “easy there.” she nodded at that, stopping immediately. your tongue swirled around the tip, tasting that precum from before.

“look at me.” you spoke, your eyes looking up at her as she screwed her own shut, she attempted to open her eyes, not wanting to disobey. “you feel- so g-good..” she whined as you took the full length into your mouth. your hands snaked around to grab her ass as you continued to take her cock in your mouth, drool was sliding down your chin, you were sloppy but it just made it even better.

“oh, o-oh god.” she whimpered, resuming her movements as she bucked back into your mouth. “baby.. please” she was begging at this point.

“cum for me.” she cried at that, god she was so fucking sensitive. you took your mouth off of her, stroking her cock slowly. “please.. faster i can’t cum like that-“ she was whining, desperate and on the fucking edge.

“thats too bad, come on.. you can do it.” you cooed, rubbing her cock slow as ever. “f-fuck!” she moaned, feeling herself release all over your face. you groaned at that, continuing to stroke your cock until every last drop was gone.

“you taste so good, doll.”

[clownrecess]

Something that I think a lot of people don't know about and don't talk about enough is that loosing oral speech can and if for a long enough time, will damage your vocal cords.

I can attest to the fact that there are many challenges that come with not being able to speak orally. One of the lesser-known consequences of prolonged loss of oral speech is the potential damage it can cause to one's vocal cords. When someone stops using their vocal cords to make speech, the muscles can weaken, and the vocal cords themselves can atrophy. This process is similar to what happens when you break a bone. You are put into a cast, ergo that limb is immobilized. If you don't use the limb for a long time, the muscles will weaken, and you may need to do physical therapy to regain strength and range of motion. In the same way, if someone doesn't use their vocal cords for an extended period, they may need to do speech therapy to help with the deterioration of vocal cords. I do want to quickly note that I haven't been put in speech therapy for this reason before (though I have been in speech therapy for other reasons, of course).

The first time I lost speech for a long period of time was when I was 10-12 (I cant remember the exact age right now, I'm sorry. I know I've listed it in other posts if you are curious though, but if you don't want to check, just know it was somewhere in that age range. My brain is feeling "fuzzy" with time this morning.) and it was for four months. Once I regained some mouth words, my vocal cords were extremely weak and difficult to use. My speech was practically unintelligible for a bit. The first thing I had said was "Do we have woodpeckers?" because I heard a noise outside that sounded like them (news flash, it wasnt woodpeckers. Woodpeckers arent even in my state so I don't know what was going through my head.), but due to the weakness in my vocal cords it sounded more like "da-wee...ave.. w-ah-pehck..ehs?". It was painful to use my oral voice, I was straining it just to say that sentence. It was extremely quiet, and shaky. I also was unable to control my breathing (not my normal breathing. I mean the breathing patterns required to use oral speech), causing a lot of gaps between speech sounds.

I obviously don't know what my oral voice sounds like now, but I can feel it getting weaker again when I hum as a stim.

It's important for people to understand that losing oral speech is not just a matter of finding a different way to communicate; it can have significant and lasting impacts on our physical health as well.

[arsenicflame]

ok leaked 2x01 clip observation post

(watch the clip here)

God. Izzy looks completely wrecked in this- hes scruffy and his hairs not slicked back properly he just looks. tired.

EVERYONE LOOKS SO COOL THOUGH

i want to know WHY he stutters there- what was he going to say instead?

for me, the way fang asks izzy how hes doing is not just a sign that things have gotten so bad, but it implies prior emotional connection. fang had to be the one to breach this conversation because he Knows Izzy (perhaps the others were too nervous to start because the situation is Obviously tense, but fang knows him) idk thats what i get from it.

'dont help me, dont help me' izzy sweetheart :( they are your friends.

the way jim says 'unhealthy relationship with blackbeard' sounds like they were coached, like they were repeating something someone else said. i love two unemotional assholes trying their best. unhealthy relationship is such a frenchieism to me i can just imagine jim noting it down in their journal like. 'good wording. practice saying it a few more times. toxic??????'

i believe theyre called archie and i love them so much. lesbianism hours.

rhino horn i assume is a drug? hm.

'hes cut off at least two more of your toes, hasnt he?' HOLY SHIT

the way frenchie says that is like. it wasn't infection or an accident its purposeful. they KNOW something is happening. ed Took two more toes. at least, that they know of. how do they know??? are they listening? can they hear his screams? is he asking for medical help from them? rotating round them all so no one person knows just how bad it is? (but theyre talking. theyre talking to each other now. about him, theyre worried)

maybe his first really did heal fine and it was a later infection. maybe. maybe ed took the whole leg. on purpose. whats izzy been doing to 'make ed do this'- did ed even anything to justify it? was he protecting the crew? smuggling rations to lucius? at best he was disobeying orders, but given their reactions it obviously wasnt anything that endangered anyone- imo he would have been looking out for them (maybe that why he is instructing them to throw away loot. hes protested that one too many times)

the way he immediately starts crying at that too. its like. hes been thinking all these things for a while and didn't want to say it out loud, or was thinking it was all on him and that he deserved it- but then someone comments out loud its not a good situation and he just. thats his oh moment and he falls apart.

IZZY GETS A HUG

god a fang hug looks so good- even when hes obviously trying to respect izzy being uncomfortable it

the way he is desperately trying to hold back sobbing- like if he breaks apart now he knows its the end, he will never be able to put himself back together. he needs to remain strong remain put together, he will never survive otherwise. it doesnt even really feel like hes trying not to cry because its weakness, not appropriate of him anymore, its simply that he cant afford to.

also making unconscious noises when uncomfortable. me 🤝 izzy autistic bitches. (this is only to me)

JIM IS SO UNCOMFRTABLE ALSO (and archie?) god. i desperately want happy izzy & jim dynamics i think they would work SO good, neither of them want to touch an emotion with a ten foot pole wtf please get jim out of there and a knife in their hand.

god. god. theres so much here. the crew dynamics. izzy found family canon confirmed i love it so much. this is everything ive ever wanted izzys getting love! hes getting a good arc! hes making allies and friends and they care about him!!!! theyre worried about him!!!!!!

god. i was already so excited for season 2 but this is everything to me. i just know this is going to be so good. i have SO much faith

[littledollll]

Quiet time

Larissa weems x none to semi-verbal reader

Warnings: none rly?

Coming back from what you would call a heavy day, most people don’t get it, “Wasnt it fun?”, “I thought you had a good time” some even straight up saying “I don’t get how your brain works” that’s fine. You did have fun, it was a good time, great actually but it’s overwhelming and tiering, surrounded by people and sound everywhere. You just needed to decompress.

You threw your stuff on the nearest surface, that’s for future you to worry about finding, making your way into bed and crashing face-first with a heavy sigh. You didn’t bother picking up your phone you’d just stare at it without actually using it, headphones on but no music playing, they just tuned out background noise that’s all you needed.

You just laid there hugging your pillow, dissociated and humming, to no song nor particular rhythm, you were too busy self soothing when Larissa came in. She actually got it, she’d occasionally enjoy quiet time for at least a few minutes after coming home from a long day. It didn’t always mean that you wanted complete silence, most of the time it was just a few minutes before you were ready to listen just not necessarily talk, and that was alright with her.

Larissa knew you well enough to know that it was quiet time the moment she saw you, and actually it was for her too. She wordlessly moved across the room just getting ready for bed, your unfocused eyes eventually drifted to her and you just watched, there was something oddly soothing about her nighttime routine.

The way she’d sit, how she carefully undid her hair, wipe away her makeup, undress and wrap a robe around herself readying for a bath or shower. Still there were no words said between the two of you, just comfortable silence, and she disappeared off to the showers.

Sometimes words just felt like a chore to get out, sometimes you needed a second to breathe, sleep it off, maybe a whole day, and that was fine with her, after you explained you never got hit with a “are you mad?” or a an angry “so did you have fun at all?”, which made you beyond happy.

Once she was out of the shower you knew her quiet time was officially over٫ she enjoys doing her selfcare in peace٫ who could blame her, which means you now get to happily and silently hear about her day.

“You know about two seconds after you left this morning I got a call that the one and only miss Wednesday Addams was already starting her mission on making my day impossible” You took your headphones off and turned to look at her as she began٫ showing she had your full attention.

She continued on, telling you everything from how she handled Wednesday to what she had for lunch, the coffee she bought that didn’t really taste like coffee which she was very offended at, that made you giggle, she sounded so genuinely insulted about this. “Oh by the way darling I put your keys in the key holder because i knew you were gonna go insane looking for them in the morning, stop just blindly throwing them!”

“mm my bad..” you mumbled out, by now you were both laying in bed, you kinda on top of Larissa, snuggled into her stomach with your arms around her waist. “It’s quite alright, I just don’t want you to stress about finding them later on.” You responded with a hum, playing with the hem of her sleep shirt.

“So when do I get to hear about your day out?” She asked, not really needing an answer just giving you the option of when to talk. You pretended to think about it for a long time with a drawn-out hum. “t’morrow- morning maybe?” She nodded, playing with your hair before she spoke again.

“Darling if you at any point want the blanket to be on top of us you need to move up.” You frown, picking up the blanket and throwing it fully on top of you both successfully reaching her top and hiding you completely. “Are you seriously planning to stay there the whole night?” You nodded. “And if I move?” She turned to her side and you moved along with her, dedicated to your position. “‘m fine here, comfy.”

Larissa sighed, you already decided you’re staying there, there’s nothing that’s going to change your mind, honestly she didn’t mind it, you’re just too far for her to cuddle, correctly anyways. “Goodnight, my darling” you delivered a soft kiss to her stomach. “Night, love.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

—STRANGER

—Logan had been sent back to the seventies to save the world. And to introduce a few future lovers to each other

—Word count: 1.6k+

—Extra: n/a

To say the proffessor wasn't like he expected would be an understatement.

The Proffessor X Logan knew was a wise man whom, yes had his flaws, but was nonetheless a very sensible man who only wished for the best out of everyone. He was a mentor. A teacher. A father figure to hundereds. And the very same man who was supposed to be the one in his own place, saving the world ahead of time.

But the professor next to him didn't even look like one. He just looked like—a Charles. A very scrappy man named Charles.

Being sent back to the past to scrape together the few mutants who would trust or believe him was a challenge enough. Yet somehow the universe managed to make it harder with the challenge of a few stubborn people with the habit to wallow in self pity.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose for what felt like the tenth time in the last half hour, jaw set in annoyance as a silver haired boy in the back seat rattled off questions like it was nobody's business.

The steering wheel underneath his hand groaned with the effort he was clutching it with. From the backseat Hank tossed Logan the occasional look, somewhere between a mixture of concern and nerves.

"Where are we going anyways? I ran out of the car a couple miles back and were driving in the opposite direction of the pentagon. Don't tell me you're kidnapping me. I don't think you'd kidnap me. You're too old for that." Peter's voice was non stop. Question after question after question. Like a talk show host. Similar to a talk show host, most of his comments flew right over everyones heads as white noise. But those few particular ones seemed to catch the attention of the other occupants in the car.

"Yes. Thats—that's actually a good point Peter." Charles pointed out, grunting as he adjusted his seatbelt in the passengers seat. He looked rather uncomfortable, and Logam chose to assume he hadnt been out of the run down school for a while. Much less in a car. "Where exactly are we going now Logan?"

"To see a friend." He grummbled. Charles raised an eyebrow, wating for more context, but he offered none.

"Are you always this grouchy man?"

Hank shut Peter up with a kick to the leg.

"I just figured we might need to pick them up. Good for the break in. And my sanity. If were gonna break Erik out I'd rather have somebody to keep us all in check there. Their one of the people I actually like where I come from." Logan eventually relented, taking another turn with the car, leading them all on a gravel road now.

"Them?" Peter piped up, dissapearing with a woosh before appearing right where he had been before. Hank jumped, still not used to it. "You mean the person living in the uhh little brown house two miles from here? It has a nice apple tree."

"The house wasnt brown when I knew it, but yes."

"Do we get to know about this mystery person or are we just supposed to go along with you and walk into some strangers house? We dont even know them." Charles said skeptically whilst cleaning his sunglasses on his shirt.

Logan had to stop himself from smiling.

"You'll get to know them eventually alright."

(Y/n) honestly was fine living off the map. Well it wasn't really off the map per say, just tucked away in a place where few people ever thought to pass by. Besides the occasional gas station or two, there was nothing bit plain empty highway for miles around. The only person who ever came to visit regularly was the young woman who delivered their mail every Saturday.

"Alright! I'm coming I'm coming! Hold on a minute!"

(Y/n) struggled with pulling a spare jacket they had laying around over their black shirt in an attempt to look put together. Nearly tripping down the stairs two at a time it was a miracle they ended up at their front door without any missing teeth.

Their eyes had bags under them, days of sleep seemingly have evaded them. Smile lines and small scars took up the rest of their face like a map detailing every inch of the world. Despite being in their mid twenties, they looked like they had seen more than most of the full grown adults out there.

"I didn't think the mail came untill Saturday Jane! What did you miss me or something?"

Their words faded out as soon as their front door had swung open, giving way to the sight of four very different looking men.

"You're not Jane." They squinted suspiciously.

Logan nearly chuckled at the tone—meant to be intimidating but friendly all the same. Same (Y/n) as always.

"Sorry to disappoint, but we need your help." He kept his distance, letting them test the situation. Litteraly.

Logan knew that if Charles has his powers, he would have been able to feel as (Y/n) entered not only his but all of their heads at once, reaching deeper and deeper untill they found the emotions resting deep inside of everyone. And based on the way that they opened the door for wide enough for them to walk through after a moment, he figured they must have found them too.

Peter wasted no time touring the house, gusts of wind sounding up and down the stairs, (Y/n) blinking once or twice before shaking their head as a result.

"Mutants?" They asked, sitting at the bottom step of their stairs with their head in their hands. (They sat just off to the side so that way they wouldn't get in the way of Peter's joyride around the place.)

"You tell me." Was all Logan said before showing them his hands. Judging on the way (Y/n) scrunched their face up he figured they could feel his pain as his claws broke through skin.

"And now you have boney thingies coming from your knuckles. I'd like to go back to bed now please." They mummbled.

"Listen, we didn't come here to chat." (Y/n)'s focus redirected itself from the guy with the claws in front of them to a new face, accompanied with a brisish accent. And some very odd tastes in style. They wondered if he had cut his hair himself. Or not at all.

Most of all, they could feel the exasperation and exhaustion rolling off of him in waves. Along with a lot of other emotions they couldn't directly decipher. A first in the usage of their powers to say the least. The empath could only get a read on his surface emotions; none of the important ones.

Maybe it was that or the way he seemed to demand apt attention as he spoke, but (Y/n) turned their body to face him with curious eyes. Silently challenging him to continue. It was a stark change in attitude from the disbelief they had been expressing moments ago, but this was not uncommon in an empath. Especially from one such as them.

Logan stepped back with the hints of a genuinely amused smile pulling at his lips, pushing back a very confused looking Hank with him (who at this point was just there to be the civil one).

It was always a sight to see when the two future lovers would get into an in depth conversations. Like watching a game of 3D chess from some other dimension. You knew the basics, but that was all. The real meaning of it all was left to the players.

"I don't know why Logan has brought us here but it must be for a reason. As all things are. But you must know that the world is in grave danger. I do not know what level of convincing I need to do to get you to come with us but—"

"I'll come."

Charles stopped to peer down at them through his sunglasses. (Y/n) didn't break eye contact. He felt like they were looking stright through him and into his heart.

"One thing you must know about me, I tend to act off of emotions." They smiled to themself, Charles getting the feeling that he was missing some sort of inside joke. "And I have a hint you all aren't here with bad intentions. At least not to me."

Peter appeared next to Hank once again, his hair wild from a few minutes of running around the same area and carrying what Charles assumed to be various things from (Y/n)'s household; all casset tapes.

"I like them. Good taste in music. I say we bring 'em." He zipped over to the stairs and sat next to them, wrapping an arm around their shoulders confidently while offering then some gum.

"Would it upset you if I called you Speedy?" (Y/n) said while taking it.

"Not at all, new friend."

That was how they ended up locking the door to their house and leaving a note for the mailman detailing how they would be gone for a bit, everyone waiting by or in the car.

"Now, tell me exactly why you seem to be so fond of this person." Charles asked, leaning against the outside of the cars red exterior next to Logans large figure. He kept an eye on (Y/n), not quite sure why he felt compelled to keep track of them. "Do you fancy them or something?" He ran a hand through his long hair, tossing a small and tentive wave at them upon catching their eye.

Logan nearly choked on his laugh.

"Not quite professor." He outright laughed aloud. Something Charles had yet to hear from him. "Just make sure to send me an invitation to the wedding when you finally work up the courage to propose in a few years."

He smirked at Charles' face, eyes now the size of dinner plates.

"Now off to go commit a federal crime. And get your fucking feet off my dash Maximoff."

[overstuffednpadded]

Heavily pregnant B who's bladder has been filling up really fast during their pregnancy. But as badly as they need to go, they have a much harder time making it to the bathroom due to the weight of their belly. So A suggested diapers, to which B outright denied until an hour later when they wet themselves while lying on the couch. A's constant adoration about how cute B looks does help ease them a bit.

A couple of days later, A and B are at a dinner with friends. Halfway into the meal, B feels a weight shift onto their bladder, and the need to go comes on at full force. B isnt used to the diaper just yet, so they cry out thinking theyre about to have an accident, throwing their hands to their crotch so suddenly that nearly everyone at the table thought their water broke. Which wasnt too far off from the truth. A caught on quick though and hurriedly rushed to their partner's side. They hoped that maybe they could get them to a bathroom or at least out of the restaurant, but it was far too late. B threw their arms around A's neck and gasped next their ear, "I-It's! It's coming out...!" B's words were so hoarse and breathy no one could tell what they said before there was a noise like liquid filling a plastic bag, so loud that people at the table across from them heard it. Too caught up in the moment to be embarrassed just yet, B gasped and panted as they emptied their bladder into their awaiting diaper, warmth  spreading across their crotch and all around their butt. They could feel their diaper swell and become heavy with the weight of their pee, pressing fervently into the fabric of their pants, pulling them further down below their huge belly. They knew their diaper was now poking out for everyone to see. If they hadnt already figured it out yet, now here was the proof. The embarrassment was beginning to settle in, even more so when their bottom loosened enough to let out a noticable fart. B mightve cried, broken down in front of everyone, but A was still embracing them. Still rubbing their back and saying softly into their ear "It's okay babe, it's all alright. Just get it all out" while planting little kisses on their neck.

B buried their face in their partner's neck, now embarrassed for a different, sweeter reason. Maybe being pregnant and diapered wouldnt be so bad.

[julibeeline]

hey!! can you maybe write a fic w quackity x fem or gn!reader

and like he and the reader are like enemies to lovers arc??

i j rlly want some angsty fics rnnnn

A Four-Way Call ☎️ [Quackity]

a/n: this one might be my all time favorite :o

��the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart.”

TRACK: Show Me How - Men I Trust

“hey y/n, shut the fuck up — nobody asked.” his voice rang through your headphones. you felt the heat rush up your cheeks in embarrassment as karl and george started laughing.

normally, you would’ve found this funny. normally, you would’ve laughed along and thought of a witty remark to get him back. but today was not one of those days. today, his nasty words were just another add on to your shitty night, and you couldnt bring yourself to go along with the joke.

everytime you said something, quackity would spit out a casual “shut the fuck up” in response. so halfway through the stream you just gave up on speaking, and if someone asked you a question, your minecraft character would nod or shake its head.

“fuck off quackity, i asked. what were you saying y/n?” sapnap interuppted. you smiled for the first time that stream, and you couldnt help the warm feeling of appreciation. “sapnap, i am in love with you.” you joke, crouching your character in front of his.

he let out a small giggle, crouching back. “if anyone here is mean to y/n from now on, im going to kill you — and im talking to you quackity.” he plays along, the vc breaking into all sorts of noises. george lets out a loud wheeze, “woah sapnap no need to get all posessive” “Y/NNAP?” karl shouts. “yep. shes mine.” sapnap replies.

“okay jeez mr boyfriend, ill back off” quackity says in surrender. he knew it was all jokes, but the felt the wave of jealousy flooding through his veins made him question if it wasnt. it was pathetic to feel this way, especially over something he knew damn well was his fault. the remainder of the stream was such a mess. sapnap was giving you flowers and building you a house, and he could only watch with a salty, bitterness in his stomach.

after the stream, ‘Y/NNAP’ was trending on twitter. alex scrolled through the tag with his jaw clenched, making sure to scroll past the ones with hearts. if he’d known his one comment would’ve caused this whole mess, he would take it back in a heartbeat.

let me tell you something if you havent figured it out already. alex was infacutated with you. obsessed, even. the cruel jokes had no hurtful intention, he simply just wanted your attention. it would give him a sense of satisfaction when you would notice him for even a split second, and once he started, he couldnt stop. the shitty words came out left and right, any direction whenever he craved your attention.

you loved alex before you even met him. he was such a loveable person, someone you looked up to. and you did love him when you met him, you did at first, but something went wrong. you didnt know when or how, but something definitely went wrong.

with a snap of a finger, he started to hate you. of course you knew it was all a joke, but it seemed as if he got too carried away. at first he would send you apologetic texts after every stream, something along the lines of “hey, im sorry for being so harsh tonight, i didnt mean any of it.” but one day he just, stopped.

“thank you for the flowers, sap.” your voice rang through the vc. alex’s smile faultered for a split second before coming back up. he saw your character running up to him from a distance, with his heartbeat increasing by every step you took. “hey asshole. not telling me to shut up today?” you giggled, hitting him to say hi. “your boyfriend doesnt allow it now, does he?” he tested the waters. “i guess so.”

oh how he hated your reply. for the first time in his life, he hated that you agreed with him.

the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart. he felt intimidated, like he had to compete for someone that he didnt even have a chance with. surely you hated him by now, right?

quackity’s silence confused you. he didnt join your streams, didnt invite you to his — even if it meant he could roast the shit out of you. and there was one thing you didnt want to admit. you missed him. maybe it was the feeling in your gut that was bashing you for replacing him so easily, or maybe it was the feeling of this unexpected love and affection from someone else. but you did miss him.

it felt as if this rivalry dynamic between you and quackity had just been crushed by a newfound dynamic, one that was far different from this one. you didnt know which you liked better, you didnt know who you liked better.

“whats going on with you and y/n? like are you guys good?” karl asks through the call. alex brings his phone better up to his ear, laying down on his bed. he looked up at the ceiling in a panic. “w-what do you mean?” he answers. “like youre always mean to her on stream like you hate her, and now you just dont talk to her anym-“

“im in love with y/n.” he blurts out. “okay- i know that seems really weird right now but-“

“what?” karl asks.

“what?” an unfamiliar voice. sapnap. sapnap was in the call.

“sapnap? what are you doing here? i thought it was just me and karl in the call-”

“youre in love with y/n?” he interrupts.

“well yeah. are you?” alex asks. he holds his breath in tightly awaiting his reply.

“no, she’s my friend.”

“someone’s in love with me?”

your voice made alex’s heart jump out of his chest. it was en electrifying feeling. the drag of his fingertips against his forehead felt too fake, this whole situation felt too fake. he wanted to wake up from this hell of a nightmare.

“y/n? y-you heard all of that?” he asked.

“no, just the last part. who’s in love with me? i swear if its sapnap joking around im gonna kill him-”

“alex is.” karls said. damn you, karl.

here it is again, the awkward silence. it felt like all oxygen had been sucked out your chest, leaving you behind hopeless. your mind became blank as you thought of something to say, something that wouldnt leave him hanging like this very moment.

“alex?” you ask.

“i am. im in love with you y/n.”

“i guess i can get used to your love.”

epilogue.

sapnap left the call the second he heard what you said. maybe he was all wrong.

maybe the master plan of swooping in to save you at just the perfect moment wasn’t enough, maybe dream was wrong.

“okay- the next time quackity says something you have to butt in and help her.”

“she’s playing along, great! she’ll love you in no time. trust me.”

“keep flirting with her. flirt until she flirts back.”

his words were loud and clear. effective too, but maybe not in the long run.

[burnedwriter]

comforting them after a nightmare

warnings:none,just pure angst to comfort

A/n:i dont ship kaeya and diluc,i just go with the lore and because i strongly believe kaeya would have nightmares from that fight (im just saying it bc i wrote about diluc on kaeya’s part and i dont want any misconceptions happening)

🐋childe/tartaglia

🐋childe has extreme nightmares from his memories when he fell into the abyss.

🐋he tosses and turns constantly in his sleep and some times he will even mumble words.He will wake up in cold sweat shaking from fear that someone has taken you away from him only to turn and see you peacefully sleeping on your side

🐋when you hear him having a nightmare you would put his head on your chest softly stroking his hair while you whisper sweet nothing,hoping he will calm down

🐋‘‘no...no...no’‘Ajax murmed in his sleep as he tossed left and right violently.

His non stop tossing ended up waking you up,rubbing the sleep of your eyes,you tried to shake him awake him awake but to no avail.

‘‘Ajax,wake up!’‘you yelled as you continue to shake him awake.Finally you were able to wake him up,he sat up,sweat dripping down his forehead,he pushed his hair back away from his face before turning to look at you.

‘‘i thought they took you away ‘‘he said sadness creeping in his voice.

‘‘come here,it’s ok,im here safe and sound ,see’‘wrapping your hands around his build figure into a tight hug reasuring him that that it was just a nightmare and nothing was real.

‘‘promise me you will never leave my side,got it’‘his voice desperate as he wrapped his own arms around you,closing the distance between the two of you and resting his head on your shoulder.

‘‘promise’‘

😠🍃xiao

😠🍃xiao doesnt need to sleep or can sleep.

😠🍃hes usually the one to tell that you need to go to sleep and get some rest,as he he says ‘’mortals need it to survive’’

😠🍃he might not get nightmares since he doesnt sleep but he gets those visions of the wrath of the gods he has slayed in the past and its the reason why he has karmic debt.He can feel the pain throughout his body making him kneel as he tries to control it.

😠🍃you were near when one of those visions happened.you were folding some laundry of the guests while xao kept you company,when all of a sudden you hear a loud thud,followed by a loud groan.

turning your head towards the direction of the noise,you see xiao kneeling holding his face and you immediatly run to his side,crouching to his level.

‘‘xaio are you ok’‘you said worried,clearly seeing him in pain

‘‘i will be fine,no need to worry about me’‘he said struggling.

‘‘i wont leave your side until i make sure you are fine’‘you insisted,placing a hand on his back petting him softly,reminding him of your presence.

After some time time passed,he slowly got up,looking at you angryly,but also admiring your bravery.

‘‘you could have died by my karmic debt energy,you know that’‘,he angryly said,even tough you knew that wasnt true.

‘‘then i would have died knowing i helped you’‘

❄kaeya

❄when kaeya has a nightmare it’s usually the brutal fight he had with diluc that left his eye scarred forever and destroyed their relationship.

❄he doesnt toss  and turn or talk in his sleep unlike childe,but he will wake up with a bad mood and be less talkative than he would normally would.You know there is something wrong when kaeya doesnt talk.

❄it was late at night,when you heard loud crashing coming from the bathroom waking you up instantly.You turned to wake up kaeya thinking it was an intruder only to realize his side of the bed was empty

‘‘oh no’‘you thought to yourself getting up and immeddiatly heading to the bathroom.Only to see a crying kaeya leaning ovee the sink,breathing heavily.

‘‘kaeya what’s going on?’‘you asked concerned,seeing how upset he was.

‘‘just go back to sleep sweetheart and i will be there in a min’‘He replied not wanting to keep you awake.

‘‘im not leaving kaeya,sleep can wait’‘

He smiled at your words seeing your determination to help him

Coming,closer you cappedd his face with your hands claeaning the tears off of his eyes as he melted in your warm touch.

‘‘diluc never hated you kaeya,he cares about you still even after all the things that happeened between the two of you that night,he still sees you as his brother’‘you reasured him softly drawing circles on his cheek with your thumb.

Those were the words he wanted to hear reminding him that he inst a bad person and will never be one.

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

I hope your day's been swell. Could I have Louis, Albert and William's (separately of course) female s/o who is as sweet as sugar and calm as the sea, suddenly lose her temper and punch the fool who insulted her man? Thank you!

Hello!tysm!wish u the same

Well of course!hope you like it!

Love,Luna

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Albert

•Albert always felt lucky to have you

•having you by his side always eased his mind;since you were naturally a calm and collected person

•you were never one to get angered easily too

•basically a perfect match for his own calm personality

•but he guessed,even after all this time of knowing each other

•you still managed to surprise him

•he was standing beside you in one of the balls for the highest families in London

•when someone told a snarky comment about him

•for him,it wasnt a big of a deal;he would always hear these kinds of things at these parties

•thats why,when he raises his glass of wine to his lips to take a sip,a small smile is playing on them

•but what he doesnt expect

•is how one second you stand beside him

•and the next one, you're punching the man who just insulted him

•everyone falls silent,as the man grabs at his bruised cheek,and stares at you dumbly

•Albert cant do anything but to blink;the glass still halfway to his lips as he watches how you grab at the man's collar,and pull him down at your eye level

•your voice is still deadly calm,but the fire in your eyes burn brighter when you speak out your next words

• "better watch what you say. Next time you wont get away with just a broken tooth."

William

•with all the awful things going on in his life

•William truly appreciated your present in his life with all his soul

•having someone as soothing and as calming as you,was a salve to his oldest wounds

•not to mention how you seemed to always know how he felt,and would do little things to make him feel better

•so as long as he had you in his life,he didnt really care about what the whole world would say to him

•which is why when a person from some royal family says something nasty about him in a meeting

•everyone fidgets in their seats,feeling uncomfortable by the sudden change in the air

•but William merely smiles,and as he's about to continue with the meeting

•he hears the sharp noise of a chair moving on the ground

•and he doesnt even have time to turn his head before he hears a sharp slapping sound

•and everyone is gasping around him

•William looks to where the sound just came from,and stands up immediately from his seat when he sees you raising your hand again

•he has to pull you back before you murder the guy,but he cant stop you from spitting your words angrily at the man who standing in shock in front of you

• "Liam let me go! someone like him needs to know his place in front of you!"

Louis

•even now,Louis still cant believe that he has someone as wonderful as you in his life

•someone so sweet,so calm

•someone who holds his hands with so much gentleness,like he might break

•he isnt used to someone acting like that around him

•ever since he remembers, Louis was the one who would act protective his loved ones

•he learned to deal with whatever people would say to him;but never forgiving those who insulted his family

•so when he's pouring tea for their guest one afternoon

•and they talk to him like he's nothing but a mere servant

•Louis just continues with his work,so he misses how the Moriarty gang tense up and look your way

•nor does he sees the way everyone flinch when you punch the guy in the nose

•he only turns when he hears a loud pained groan

•and sees your fist slightly bloody

•he rushes to your side,trying to wipe the blood off of your knuckles

•but you just take his hand in his and turn to the guy who's trying to stop the bleeding of his nose

• "you wont ever be even the dirt under his shoes. So i suggest you walk out immediately before things get ugly."

[luvmaiil]

Tied Ribbons

Pairing: Joseph x Reader

Pronouns: not specified; gender neutral

Content: hunter reader, sleeping, cuddling, hair braiding, and more.

Description: You could be content forever if it mean it was with him.

Note: AA I haven't written I'm forever, I hope you can all enjoy this <3

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Comftorable silence hung in the air as you rested your hand on your cheek. It was still midday and while you were incredibly sleepy from how many matches you did, that didn't mean you could take a break just yet.

A small cough rings through your ears as you jump away from your original position.

"What are you doing sleeping at the dinner table? It's not even noon yet mon cher"

A hand reaches out and touches your cheek, his thumb grazes your skin lightly and it brings a small smile to your face.

You gave him only a small hum as response and it brings a noise of disapproval from him. 

He takes your hand without another care in the world and ushers you out of the dining room of the manor and into his room.

"You're tired, are you not? Come to my bed, your next match isn't for a few more hours. Rest with me and I will let you know when to wake up."

"But I have to practice-"

"There's no need to practice on occasions like these, there's time to practice another day"

And with that, there were no words to be said. You let Joseph guide you towards his bed and you fell onto it as soon as your knees hit the soft mattress.

It brought a chuckle to the man's face and that made you feel good, it wasnt rare for you to see eachother but spending time alone together wasn't as normal either.

Times like these where you could make eachother laugh without having to worry about other company, it made you happy. 

Joseph settled in beside you on the bed, careful to keep his distance.

"Come closer Joseph" you say

He inches just a tiny bit closer, but even with the confirmation you gave him, it still didn't make him budge.

You set your head on his shoulder and place your hand on his waist as you cuddle up closer to him on the bed.

Joseph places a small kiss on your head and places a hand near your hair. Twisting and playing with it as you start to fall asleep.

It brings you into a daze and soon the atmosphere around you falls into a dark void a you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

When you wake up again, the warmth you had wasn't there anymore. Instead of it being by your side, it felt as if it was behind you.

As the hazy feeling in your head, from just waking up, leaves it helps you regain your senses back. You twist a bit on the bed and you look back to see Joseph.

His face was smashed into the pillow, his hair set prettily on his face, and his mouth was just a bit agape as he breathes in and out.

It was a miracle you didn't wake him up with all the twist and turning you were doing.

You often were the one asleep, but you usually never saw Joseph sleep. He was always alert and on guard.

Subconsciously you reach your hand to graze his face, like how he had done with you at the dinner table.

In his sleep Joseph moves closer to you, closer to you then before.

His hand rested wrapped around you and his head was near the crook of your neck now.

Hair now right in your face, it was too tempting and you weren't about to pass on being able to play with his hair while he was asleep.

He always kept it so neat and tidy, and it still was just like that even when he was sleeping.

The ribbon I'm his hair stood just a bit crooked and you tried to fix it to the best of your abilities, but nothing really worked.

Your efforts were futile as Joseph nuzzles into you more and effectively the ribbon loosens.

It's so loose now that it just falls off, so you take it out and let his hair go down freely.

You always saw Joseph as a very pretty man, but in situations like these where his hair cascaded down his shoulders and the sun shined through the window just right. It was as if he were the most beautiful man on earth.

You admires him for all he was and you were glad to be able to spend time with him like this.

It brought a smile to your face and you decided to enjoy the moment.

You press a lingering kiss to his head and go back to sleep as you hold eachother.

You woke up again, and this time the warmth from the other man was completely gone.

Instead you saw him by a chair nearby, situated with his camera in hand. He inspected thoroughly and hadn't noticed you were awake yet.

As you look at him more closely you can see that he had the ribbon tied to his hand, his hair neatly tucked behind his ears but no ponytail or braid in sight.

You let out a small groan as you stretch, but you don't dare leave the bed, it was still so comfy and warm.

Joseph doesn't jump but he immediatly looks for the source of the noise, and he smiles to greet your sleepy appearance.

"Did you sleep well mon ange?"

You nod as you go to get up but he stops you.

Hurriedly he places his camera down and goes over to you.

He sits beside you on the bed and your hand rests beside his. You look down and see how close it is to yours and you can't help yourself but grab it.

You place a small kiss on the back of his hand, he smiles and decides to do the same to your hand.

"I have good news for you" he says as he places both hands on your waist and moves you to the middle of the bed and into a criss cross position.

"What is it?" You ask and inspect how he reaches for your hair and starts to braid it.

"Your matches for the day have been canceled, you'll be able to be with me for the rest of the day"

That brought you immense joy, you really needed a break from so many matches. Especially after all the defeats you had been getting, survivors really are tough to win against sometimes.

Your glad to be able to enjoy the moment with Joseph, and be able to spend the rest of the day with him.

You close your eyes and hum a tune as he finishes up your braid.

"There you go, mon cher" he says, and ties the braid by loosening the ribbon on his wrist and tieing it to your hair instead.

"Oh Joseph you don't have to do that"

"It is my pleasure" He places one last kiss on your head before he dives in to cuddle you for longer.

[1212 words, May/10/22]

[hymn-of-muse]

A Haunted Mind p2

Part 2 of the last oneshot!

tw for mentions of manipulation, toxic relationships etc

requested by @mariabrightmoon

It had hardly even been about an hour since Catra had gotten up and sat on the windowsill, staring at the stars while deep in her own thoughts.

Catra leaned her head gently against the surface of the window, forehead against the glasses and eyes shifting focus from the stars back to her reflection, staring at her own eyes for just a moment before closing them with a light scoff.

She felt something nudge the leg she had dangling over the side of the windowsill, said something letting out a concerned noise that resembled a worried meow of a cat.

"Hey melog..." catra sighed, reaching over to give the cat-like alien companion a pat on the head, scratching melog behind the ear as it emitted a purr in response to the affection.

"Guess I kinda do need your company..." she spoke quietly as she continued to pet her companion. "my mind's a mess, melog..."

The companion glanced back up at her with folded ears, shifting it's base to a more frosted-dark purple colour as if projecting how she felt through colour. 

"Yeah...I guess I'm kinda sad...feels more than that though. Like...regret? Ugh I hate that word" catra hissed at her own admission.

She did regret a lot of things though, almost everything she did in the past. Kidnapping, manipulating, bullying and more...she was no longer as proud of her actions as she appeared to be when she'd done them.

Catra did try apologizing, of course, she wanted to try and make up for it, be forgiven for causing hurt. She learned the best way to be able to move forward was to accept, forgive and forget, at least that's how one of the princesses had put it. She wanted to give that a try so she could move on..

"Look, I just...this is really hard for me but I'm trying okay? So I just need you to hear me out" Catra had her hands raised in an act of assurance to try and come off as less of a threat.

"Alright... we're listening." Mermista crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair with a skeptical look towards the feline woman.

Catra was convinced by adora to join the princess meeting this time, a change to give everyone a formal official apology and ask for forgiveness. Probably the only chance she would get since the squad planned on heading back to space travel very soon.

Everyone sat around the large table, their attention all directed to her. Princesses, the king, allies...adora.

Catra took a deep breath before expelling it with her words. "I want to say that I'm sorry. For everything. All of it. Everything I said, all my actions when I was with the horde, everything that lead up to....to horde prime." Her voice wavered at the end but adora placed a soft hand on-top of hers and she kept going.

"I know i did a lot of bad things, hurt a lot of people, caused a lot of damage..but I just..need everyone to know I'm apologizing and I want to do better from now on. I want things to be better, I want to help fix things." She briefly glanced her eyes over everyone's faces to gage their reactions, and what she saw only made her feel worse.

"Sorry isn't going to make up for it, you know that right?" Netassa sounded like she would have raised her voice and snapped something worse at catra if her wife wasnt holding onto her arm to keep her calm.

"Yeah, you kinda broke my whole kingdom and stuff" Mermista pointed out with annoyance in her usual flat tone.

"And you ruined my ball and kidnapped glimmer and bow!" frosta added with a huff.

"The point is catra...you did a huge amount of hurt and damage...it's going to be incredibly hard to forgive you. We're not saying we don't want you here or that we aren't going to give you a chance to improve and do better going forward..but I think it's safe to say our trust in you right now is next to non existent, and most of us won't be forgiving you or accepting your apology.." Glimmer explained with a solemn look on her face.

"We like that your on our side now, sure! But...like glimmer said, we don't forgive you for what happened, and we don't fully trust you right now.." Flora chimed in with a sad look in her eyes.

Catras ears pressed back against her head. She wasn't sure what she was expecting in the first place, but maybe she should have expected this rejection...then it would hurt less.

"You can make all the apologies you want, try as hard as you want to 'be better'...but what you did? I mean you forced open a portal that nearly destroyed the world! Because of that we lost angelica! There is seriously no forgiveness for you there" Netassa scowled.

Catra felt her tail tuck between her legs and wrap around one of them, melog nudging her knee reassuringly.

"Right, yeah, no..that's..fair. I get that." Catra nodded, eyes on the table to avoid looking at anymore of their harsh stares.

The moment was clear in her mind as the stars light outside the ship. She understood perfectly why none of them trusted her, she certainly didn't forgive or trust herself all that much either.

The rejection hurt a little less now after some time processing it, but it still stung to think about how they might never ever forgive her, and she'll live with the guilt for the rest of her life..

Melog gave another worried meow before biting her wrist and tugging her away from the window. It wanted her back on her feet.

"Alright alright...I'll come back to bed" catra sighed quietly and stood up, following her companion back to the room she shared with her girlfriend.

Riddled with guilt and hoping adora was still sound asleep, melog lead her and her haunted consciousness back to bed, where she curled back up next to adoras snoring sprawled out body.

The minute her head hit he pillow she felt her eyes grow very tired and the alien curled up by her legs. Cratras eyes became heavier as minutes ticked by while past events kept running through her mind, though she did still managed to completely fall asleep after a bit

It would be another dreamless night for her..

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Hello, I do hope you'll have a great day! I really like your writing style, it feels fresh and nice! Can I request a oneshot with G1 Astrotrain and his future s/o? S/o has been in love with him for a long time. Being higher and plumper than a usual human, they're afraid Astrotrain may not like them. S/o thinks so much on both why they should and shouldn't confess, that one day they just overwhelm and cry inside the bot. Sorry, I love some hurt/comfort! If that's too specific, you can change it!

　　　　　　ASTROTRAIN x gn human reader

　　　　『　astrotrain ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> messy relationship stuffs w/ astrotrain

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort ,, angst

　　— i didnt make it to where they feel he wont like them for their body type ,, as i try to make my fics as inclusive as possible :D but to where they feel astrotrain wont like them for being human ,, bc he’s a decepticon and theyre more known and prune to hate humans ,, but tysm for requesting ! 🥹 need some astrotrain content in life 🤲 this is quite long so just a fyi !! <33

butterflies always fluttered in your stomach any time he spoke ,, voice unique and different from what you heard before. the mech before you had kept talking about something you werent all that sure ,, too mesmerized by his ruby optics to even think about what he was saying. it was definitely about humans ,, and nothing too good at that.

oh how your heart had wished for him ,, nights wasted pondering about what your relationship with him could look like. yet ,, your heart squeezed tightly every time he belittled your species ,, how he went into detail of how much he despised their existence. it hurt ,, knowing the one you desired so much would never accept you.

it almost brought you to tears ,, focus turning from those deceiving optics and towards his speech and words. he kept on talking about wishing megatron would hurry with destroying the human race. how they dont do anything and definitely dont deserve their lives nor their planet. it wasnt until skywarp had came up to him did he stop his painful speech. you didnt bother to pay attention to skywarp’s message ,, too caught up with trying to blink away tears.

“ really ? fine ,, (y/n) come with me .” the mech grumbled as he glared at skywarp’s form in the distance of the hallway. your head perked up at your name ,, jumping to your feet as you quickly followed astrotrain down the opposite sude of the hall. “ where are we going ,, astro ?” you asked using the nickname you gave him ,, curious to know about the sudden location change.

“ megatron wants me to collect something from the constructicons ,, nothing too special ,,” he huffed and crossed his arms. he muttered something under his breathe ,, catching the words ‘stupid’ and ‘useless’ and ‘megatron’ and ‘hate’ from his mumbled speech. you shrugged your shoulders and kept to yourself ,, thoughts retracing to what they were before.

there was a lot of complications. you loved astrotrain ,, so very much you did. yet ,, it wouldnt ever work out between you two. as much as you could fantasize and wish and pray and hope ,, nothing good would come from confessing. there was never a good time ,, the mech seemingly to always be in a horrible mood lately.

as astrotrain transformed you quickly made your way into his alt mode and buckled up ,, blocking out the noise from around you. it wasnt long till you got lost in your mind once again. pondering over the pros and cons and the fake scenarios of you confessing. so much could happen if you were to reveal your true feelings.

      curse it all. it certainly wasnt fair. you always wished to be cybertronian ,, hoping that then you would be able to be with your loved one. but you couldnt ,, he wouldnt bare being with a human ,, let alone you. there was so much wrong ,, but as much as you searched for a good outcome you'd never get it. your little scenarios only ending with you dead or heartbroken. you hadnt noticed a tear slip by and roll down your cheek ,, planting itself on one of astrotrain's chairs.

      " hey ,, did you spill something on me ?" the mech grumbled ,, already in a bad mood previously. your eyes widened as your hand smudged the tear drop away ,, quickly denying him. " no no ! i didnt !" you dried the wet spot in a rush to prove his accusation wrong. " then what was it that had touched me ?" he huffed ,, flying in a straight line through the clouds. he kept his focus on the direction he was going ,, not really bothering to pay attention inside him.

      " nothing ,, it was nothing ,," you reassured ,, voice breaking just the slightest bit as you said that. curses ran through your mind ,, degrading yourself in your own thoughts. " hey ,, are you alright ?" the mech asked ,, suspicion obvious in his voice. " your voice sounded a little strange just now . you better not be sick !" he added on.

      " no ! i'm not sick !" you waved your hands in the air ,, your voice caught in your throat as it cracked up a bit more then before. " i'm perfectly fine ,, i promise ." there was a few moments of silence before he huffed again. " i dont believe you ,, im pulling to the side right now and you better tell me whats wrong with you ."

      and so he did. just as he had said ,, he changed course from flying in a straight line to readying himself to land. once he made contact with the ground the seatbelt around you unbuckled and the door opened. a sigh fell from your lips ,, complying with the stubborn decepticon and making your way out of his alt mode. he transformed ,, quickly grasping you in his hand gently and holding you up to his face plates.

      " now ,, what's wrong ? youve been quite silent since when i first picked you up earlier ." he interrogated you ,, not giving you the moment to answer. " did something happen ? did someone say something ? tell me who it was and ill have a word with them ." he grumbled at the thought of someone even being the slightest bit of rude to you. sure ,, the decepticons werent fond of humans but most the cons enjoyed having you around.

      " its nothing ,, i promise astrotrain ,, its not that important ." you kept avoiding his questions ,, not wanting to confess what you were actually thinking about. you were too worried that your scenarios would become reality. the mech pondered a bit ,, thinking over your words and reaction ,, before starting to piece together things.

“ was it ,,” he started out ,, optics looking away for a secokd before returning to your own eyes. “ was it something i did ?” astrotrain couldnt think of anything he might’ve done wrong to upset you. sure ,, he often complained about your species but he never meant any of it towards you. he couldnt bring himself to think badly of you.

the thought of even doing something to cause you emotional pain only bruised his spark. you’d been one of the few who actually saw him for more then another random decepticon ,, as more then a space shuttle or storage unit like the other decepticons had. you actually took the time to talk and listen ,, spend time with him. it felt nice ,, having someone wanting to take their own time and spend it with him.

your breathe hitched in your throat ,, tears brimming your eyes for the third time. “ no ,, it wasn’t anything you’ve done .” you casted your head downwards ,, avoiding his glance towards you. “ then what is it ?” his head tilted to the side in confusion.

“ please tell me ,,” he frowned ,, optics softening upon your form. “ i just want to know ,, (y/n) ,, please tell me whats wrong .” his speech became a bit slower ,, voice lowering as he tried to pry at your invasive thoughts. you ,, on the other hand ,, were sure he would reject you immediately the moment you did tell him. that he’d throw you and leave you here in the middle of nowhere. yet ,, with how soft his voice was ,, you felt you had a small chance. a tiny sliver of hope. that maybe ,, just maybe ,, he’d see you no different or bring you harm.

“ fine ! but ,, just promise me that you wont be upset ,,” your eyes stared into his optics ,, seeking trust and hope in them. he nodded ,, not speaking a word. “ okay ,, well ,,” you didnt know how to word it ,, casting your glance aside once more. “ i kind of like you ,, astrotrain ,, like a lot .” you bit your lip ,, waiting to see if he’d say or do anything ,, yet nothing happened.

“ and i can understand if you dont feel the same ,,” your tears were ready to burst by now ,, the agony awaiting you and your heart pounding heavily. it felt torturous ,, he didnt even say anything or react just yet ,, only urging you to continue. “ and i know that i may be human ,, that you dont like humans ,, but i want you to that i love you. i love you so very much ,, and it hurts to know that you wouldnt feel the same .” a few tears had already slipped down your cheeks ,, voice cracking as you continued.

“ so ,, you can do whatever you want . kill me or leave me out here or something ,, but id rather you know that i cherish you more than anything in this universe . i cherish and love you more than i love my own life . i love you astrotrain ,, i love you a lot .” you finished ,, tears streaming down your face as you refused to look at him. only imagining he’d be looking at you with disgust ,, trying to think of a way to rid of you the quickest.

instead a soft pat to your head was what you had received ,, and his voice speaking up. “ is that true ?” he asked ,, watching as you lifted your head. he could see the pain in your eyes ,, the sorrow they held. a small nod was all you gave him ,, not bothering to do anymore then just that. his mouth dropped just a bit ,, before turning into a soft smile.

“ dry your eyes ,, little one ,, i wont be harming you nor abandoning you here . you wont have to worry about that ,,” he brought you closer to his faceplate. he gave you a soft kiss ontop of your head ,, optics full and heavy with adoration. “ there is no need for all this . im happy to hear you feel the same as i do ,,” he gazed down at you.

you were left flabbergasted ,, the small sliver of hope had sought to be true. your hands smudged against your eyes ,, drying yourself as you returned the smile to the mech. “ you feel that same ?”

“ i have for a couple of your earth months . just because you happen to be human never changed my feelings for you ,,” he replied as he set you down on a platform. he quickly mass displaced himself and brought his arms around you ,, pulling you into a tight hug. “ i never would’ve thought id get to see the day where you’d be in my arms ,, and yet primus grants me such a gift .” he whispered ,, frame warm as you kept your arms tight around him.

the panic you felt earlier replaced itself with relief ,, happy to know that those scenarios never became reality. the mech pulled away for a moment ,, optics taking in your features before grasping ahold of your face with his servos. he gently brought the two of you together ,, planting a kiss upon your lips.

[pastanest]

A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

spoilers: set in season 4

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

What You Deserve

Singing was something you absolutely loved to do, so much so that you often found yourself doing it subconsciously. It wasnt unusual for people to walk over to wherever you were and finding you singing away to yourself. By no means were you the best, but it kept your spirits up, and it made other people happy too. You were quite surprised by the amount of people who would find you singing and would choose to stand and listen rather than interrupt you, they’d simply wait until you noticed their presence. It was a little frightening at first, but the fact you could provide a simple moment of joy to people in the midst of the apocalypse soon helped you grow comfortable with it.

More often than not, you start singing when doing everyday tasks. Admittedly, in the apocalypse “everyday tasks” arent usually the appropriate occasion for singing, so it’s only really when the group have found a place to stay that you’ve fallen back into your old habit. The prison does add a very nice echo to your voice.

You shake Judith’s formula in her bottle idly, standing with your back to the door as you prepared her bottle.

“Friday night and the lights are low, lookin’ out for a place to go.” The lyrics pass your lips at a volume that is by no means obnoxious, you arent really putting any effort in, it’s hardly a performance.

“Where they’ll play the right music, getting in the swing, you come to look for a-“ A sudden clattering against the floor makes you jump, and you turn to face it. Apparently you’d been so lost in your thoughts that you hadnt even heard the door open, because Daryl is standing in the doorway with his arms full, carrying a bag of metallic looking things. The culprit of the noise appeared to be one of the metal things that was now on the floor next to Daryl’s foot.

“Sorry.” He apologises awkwardly as he picks up the piece of pipe that had fallen from his bag. You smile at him.

“No harm done! You need any help?” You ask, gesturing to the bag he’s carrying and knowing there’s probably more where that came from, last time you saw him was the previous day when he’d left for a run.

“Naw, ‘s okay. Thanks though.” Daryl nods at you, adding sincerity to his already heartfelt words, and you nodded back at him. He starts walking towards the cells, but he stops and turns to you just before he reaches the doorway. “Wha’s that you were singin’?”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush pink, you hadnt thought that Daryl had been standing there long enough to hear you, let alone that he’d made an effort to listen.

“Uh, Abba.” You tell him, and he nods again.

“Thought so.” He answers, and you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Is Daryl Dixon an Abba fan? Well, I’ll be!” You tease, and he scoffs at you, a small playful smile on his face as he continues walking towards the cells.

Spinning back around, you pick Judith’s bottle up and head for Beth’s cell, knowing that’s where Judith will most likely be. On your way there, though, an idea pops into your head. An idea so utterly ridiculous, so out of place in the world today...you couldnt possibly resist. As you reach Beth’s cell, a bright smile has overtaken your face.

“What’s got you smilin’ so big?” Beth asks, amusement lacing her words as she rocks Judith.

“I need you and Maggie for a run.” You tell her simply as you pass her Judith’s bottle, and Beth’s eyes widen.

“When? For what?” She questions.

“In a few minutes, and for...something.” The look on your face is mischievous, and Beth cannot possibly argue with you. She sighs.

“I’ll have Carol watch Judith, I’ll go tell Daddy Im gonna be gone.” She says, and you squeal, stepping into her cell to hug her, very gently considering Judith is still in her arms.

When you try to leave the cell block to go and find Maggie, Daryl steps out of his cell and grabs your arm.

“You goin’ out for a run? You want some help?”

His concern for you makes your heart melt, and you choose not to address his eavesdropping because you can see how embarrassed he is about it from the look on his face, he just cares about you.

Shaking your head at him, you give him your warmest smile. “I’ll be back soon, try not to miss me too much, yeah?”

Daryl rolls his eyes and does his playful scoff at that, letting go of your arm and heading back into his cell, making you laugh as you jog out of the cell block.

“You need us both for a run right now?” Maggie asks you, completely perplexed by what you could possibly need.

Glenn stands beside her, frowning in confusion at his wife and her best friend. As if proving your relationship with her on the spot, you give her the eyes, telling her everything she needs to know. Maggie gasps, her hands raising to cover her mouth before she hugs you excitedly.

“Oh gosh, we’ve gotta go! Now!” She exclaims, giving the still confused Glenn a quick kiss before grabbing your hand and sprinting for the car, where Beth is waiting.

The drive to the closest town could not have felt longer, but as soon as you reached it, the three of you leapt from the car and started running to the first clothing store you could find. Noticing a sign on one of the walls, you point to it.

“Summer collection coming soon, so it’s gotta be in the store rooms still!”

Maggie and Beth nod, and the three of you head for the back of the store. After stabbing what looked like the remains of a member of staff in the temple, you were able to make it to the store rooms, and sure enough you found boxes of exactly what you were looking for: dresses. And, even better, ones that hadnt been on display, so they didnt have any blood stains!

Maggie secures the front of the store so that no walkers can sneak up any of you, and once that‘s done, you all pick out any dresses that you like and go to changing rooms to try them on. It was like a post-apocalyptic version of a coming of age movie! While you were there, you confessed your plan to your two best friends, and they both lost their minds. Part of you wanted to keep it a secret, but you had to tell them so that they could give you moral support, and also because they needed to help you pick a dress that was fit for the occasion. And as if the scene wasnt already like a movie, when you walked out in a particular summer dress your two best friends gasped dramatically and nodded, telling you that this was the right one. With that, the three of you piled back into the car with your new dresses. Naturally, you raided some of the other stores while you were there so that you could cover up what you were actually doing, and so the rest of the group didnt think dress shopping was a total waste of gas.

By the time you get back, the sun is setting. Daryl is with Carl at the gate, helping him open it. At the sight of him, you frown. Daryl doesnt have first watch tonight and he isnt talking to anyone in particular, why is he by the gate at all? His reasons are made very clear when you step out of the car and Daryl is running up to you.

“You alright? Anythin’ happen out there?” He asks, and you watch as his eyes check over you for injuries.

You’re somewhat avoiding eye contact because you hadnt been prepared for this immediate confrontation, and also the dresses are in bags in the trunk of the car, so Daryl could very easily find them if he looked.

“Im fine Daryl, really, nothing happened! Only ran into a couple of walkers, but we handled it.” You tell him, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Good. What’d ya get?” Daryl nods in the direction of the trunk, and you’re about to stop him when you see Beth and Maggie carrying the bags into the cell blocks already. Thank god.

“Oh, nothing really!” You answer Daryl’s question, and he frowns at you, definitely not believing you.

“You had to go out on a run real quick for nothin’?” His tone is a little accusing, it only makes you feel more guilty for not admitting the truth to him, but you cant!

“Yeah..?”

Daryl takes a moment to reply, and when he does it isnt a verbal one. He nods at you, but it isnt the kind, sincere nod he usually gives you. It’s the distant one, the slightly sad one. Before you can say anything else, he’s gone into the prison. He thinks that you’re deliberately not telling him because it isnt his business, and by extension he thinks that he’s been wrong about how close the two of you are and as a consequence he’s accidentally overstepped. You run your hands through your hair and lean against the car. You cant leave him in that state for the night.

After carrying the remaining supplies inside, you dart outside to the field to grab something before heading to Daryl’s cell. Since there’s no door, you have to verbalise.

“Knock knock.” You say quietly, and he doesnt respond, which you expect.

Pushing the curtain back slightly, you step into Daryl’s cell gingerly, to find him sitting on his bunk going through the bag of metal he’d had earlier, which you now recognise to be car parts. He doesnt look up at you as you enter, he’s doing his best to act like he doesnt even know you’re there.

“I cant tell you what I got on the run today, but you will find out soon, I promise. Forgive me?” You ask, holding out the small bunch of flowers you’d just picked for him.

Daryl side-eyes the flowers, then his eyes glance up to meet yours, and his gaze visibly softens.

“Alright, yer forgiven. Aint my business anyway, I should be the one askin’ you to forgive me.” He admits bashfully as he shyly takes the flowers from you and places them on a small cloth on top of a table next to his bunk.

You shake your head and sit down on his bunk beside him. “You know I’d usually tell you, we’re best friends. This time you’ve just gotta hold on a little before knowing. Do you think you can handle that?” You ask as you rest your head on Daryl’s shoulder.

He nods, but doesnt say anything. You can tell that the physical contact has shocked him, it does whenever you have the confidence to give him affection. Still, you dont want to make him uncomfortable, so after a minute or so you rise to your feet.

“Night, Dixon.” You say to him as you look over your shoulder, and he smiles after you.

“Sweet dreams.”

The following morning, you are pacing the length of the cell block while Beth and Maggie try to calm you down.

“You can do this, (Y/N), it’ll be perfect!” Beth encourages.

Maggie nods. “He wont be able to resist!”

You sigh and straighten out your dress as you turn to them. “Do I look okay?”

They both nod viciously and approach you, showering you with compliments. After Daryl wished you sweet dreams last night, you did anything but that. You were tossing and turning with nerves, and this morning you’re a million times worse.

“And Rick definitely knows?” You ask, glancing between Beth and Maggie, who both nod again, and you start taking deep breaths.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got this.” You tell yourself.

“We’ll help you if you get nervous!” Beth says, and Maggie agrees, both of them taking ahold of one of your hands as the three of you head out of the prison.

“DARYL DIXON!” You call.

Daryl’s eyes leave Rick, who had thankfully stuck to the plan and kept Daryl standing with him and talking in the middle of the prison field. When his eyes land on you, even from a distance you see his entire body react to the sight of you. The flowery, flowing summer dress you were wearing that hung off your shoulders was definitely the right plan.

“Yeah?” Daryl calls back, but you’re closer now, so he doesnt need to yell quite like you did.

“I have something to tell you!” You announce.

Daryl glances around as the rest of the group gathers. Oh dear, Rick must’ve passed on the news.

“What?” Daryl asks you.

“I’ve never been much good at talking, so I figured there was another way I could do this.” You clear your throat and straighten your dress again, feeling Maggie and Beth’s comforting presence behind you, as well as Daryl’s eyes burning into you. Here goes.

“Honey, honey, how you thrill me, aha, honey, honey.” Your voice is much quieter than it usually is, but this is a proper performance, and you are very nervous.

“Honey, honey, nearly kill me, aha, honey, honey...” You start to rapidly lose confidence, but Beth and Maggie lean forward and start the next line with you in support.

“I'd heard about you before.” They let you carry on after that, since you get back on track.

“I wanted to know some more.” Your eyes meet Daryl’s again, and he is beyond flustered. You cant tell if it’s because he knows the song or if it’s because you’re literally serenading him, probably both.

“And now I know what they mean, you're a love machiiiiine, oh, you make me dizzy!” You smile at him, and his cheeks are enflamed, he shuffles from foot to foot and avoids your eyes briefly.

“Honey, honey, let me feel it, aha, honey, honey.” You cover your face with your hands as you sing that line and the group laughs, realising just how sexual that line sounds.

And that isnt the only time the lyrics force you to hide away shyly. Later on in the same verse, your face is covered by your hands again.

“Honey, honey, touch me baby, aha, honey, honey...Honey, honey, hold me baby, aha, honey, honey.” It’s only after this line that you’re able to peak through your fingers at Daryl, who seems to be far more comfortable now that you are the one that’s shy. With that in mind, you drop your hands from your face and beam at him.

“You look like a movie star, but I like just who you are.” You sing, and Daryl’s hands fumble with his jacket.

“And honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast.” You wink at him, causing the group to cheer.

“Honey, honey, how you thrill me, aha, honey, honey. Honey, honey, nearly kill me, aha, honey, honey. I'd heard about you before...” The song starts to slow, and you emphasise the words you’re singing by taking equally slow steps towards Daryl as you sing.

“I wanted to know some more, now I'm about to see what you mean to me.” You bite your lip as you look up at him.

“Did I get my point across?” You ask him, sounding way too casual for someone who just serenaded him.

“Uh, yah, I’d say so.” Daryl answers, his voice a little hoarse.

“Good. No hard feelings if you dont feel the same, I’ll give you some time to think, come talk to me later when we dont have an audience!” Without another word, you skip away from him, the group cheering and applauding you as Maggie and Beth pull you into a proud hug, assisting you in walking back to the prison since your legs arent the most stable after that.

By the time Daryl has come to terms with what you did, you’re back in the cell block, up on the second floor rocking Judith. Daryl knows that’s exactly what you’re doing because as soon as he enters the cell block, he can hear you singing again, but much quieter than before. He follows the sound of your voice, and sure enough, you’re smiling down at Judith as you sing to her.

“Chiquitita, you and I cry, but the sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Let me hear you sing once more like you did before, sing a new song, Chiquitita.”

Daryl stands at the foot of the stairs and listens for a little while, letting your voice hypnotise him until the urge to be at your side is too strong to fight. He ascends the staircase quietly, not wanting to make you jump again, but somehow you sense his presence. You turn to smile at him as soon as he’s at the top of the stairs with you.

“Hey.” You greet him softly, rocking the now sleeping Judith as you walk her over to her makeshift cardboard box crib.

“You look real pretty in that dress, y’know.” Daryl says, his voice quiet both out of nervousness and consideration for the little ass kicker who’s snoozing in the corner.

Your smile widens, your cheeks flushing pink as you cast your gaze down, leaning against the wall. “Thank you.”

Daryl cant hold back his curiosity any longer. “Why’d you do it...in front of everyone?”

It takes a second for your confidence to return to you after his compliment, but as soon as it does you meet his eyes again. “If Im willing to literally serenade you, risking humiliating myself when you inevitably reject me, there’s no way you can doubt how I feel about you. I think you deserve to be loved proudly, Daryl, and Im in no way embarrassed or ashamed by my feelings towards you.” You admit, your voice completely even because despite being nervous, you couldnt be more honest in what you’re saying.

Daryl nods slowly, and comfortable silence ensues for a moment, until he speaks up again. “Interestin’ that you got shy singin’ about wantin’ me to touch you, but you could wink at me when callin’ me a ‘beast’.” His boldness truly shocks you, and you struggle to reply for a second.

You blink rapidly. “Well, yeah.”

“Why?” He asks.

“Everyone is fully aware you’re a sexy beast Daryl, I have no reason to get shy over gospel truths.” You explain, and Daryl scoffs. “Are you gonna change the conversation topic again to try and deflect my compliments?” You question, and this time he meets your eyes with a fiery expression.

“Aint used to it is all.” He spits, a little more aggressive than he meant to.

“Im always complimenting you!” You retort.

“Yeah, but ‘s different now, you know that.” He tells you, and you nod.

“The same can be said for your compliments, but I dont deflect them.” You reply, and Daryl shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Naw, my compliments have always meant the same.” He admits

“What are you saying, Daryl?” You ask, but he shakes his head again.

“I cant sing, but ‘m no good at talkin’ neither, how am I meant to do this?” Daryl’s visibly struggling, he’s fidgeting with discomfort, wiping his palms on his jeans, and you can see he wants to tell you, but he cant.

You take the few steps necessary to reach him, and you gently hold one of his hands, forcing him to look at you in his shock response to physical affection. Smiling up at him, you give him one simple request.

“Kiss me?”

Daryl’s eyes darken at your words, his gaze darting from your lips to your eyes. He leans in ever so slowly, and when he decides to speak again, he’s so close to you that his lips brush yours as he talks.

“Now, that I can do.”

Daryl kisses you so softly, his hand letting go of yours to move to the small of your back, the other holding the side of your face, cradling you with so much care. He’s holding you like you’re made of glass, or the most precious, delicate gem that he’s so terrified of breaking. He pulls away briefly, the hand that’s holding your face tucks some hair behind your ear.

“You really meant what you said? I mean, sang?” Daryl fumbles, and you nod, grinning up at him.

“Every word, honey.”

This time, you lean up to kiss him, and if everything you’d done today wasnt enough, Daryl’s heart was on the brink of exploding. Here he was, being kissed by his dream girl, the love of his life, after she’d gone out and risked her life to get a pretty dress so that she could sing him an Abba song in the middle of the end of the world. Daryl Dixon may have angel wings on his back most of the time, but the only angel he’d ever known was the one that stole his heart, and he was forever grateful that in return, you gave him yours.