#and I want them to thrive and be happy and safe and secure

[majoringinsarcasm]

Eldest siblings who are the mouthpiece for not just you but your siblings. Who take the brunt when someone doesn’t call, who is lumped into the lectures, who feel equal parts resentment and compassion. Anger and sadness. Hurt from many sides but cannot express that. Those who are so far into the Reliable or Accountable. The y’all when it’s not your fault. The both of you when you do everything right. Who get lectured on the phone for something your sibling Didn’t do. Those for whatever reason are stuck at home and cannot move out. Who don’t have reliable transport and rely on rides either from family or ride share. Who is and the best for siblings and also wish to sometimes be far far away so you can finally feel like you are not part of a collective.

We’re gonna be okay.

[aphroditelovesu]

Can I request yan!husband's Hashirama, Tobirama, Minato and Madara pretty please? ❤️❤️

❝ 🍥 — lady l: I guess you can say I have a crush on Minato after reading this, but can you blame me? 😟 Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, slight mention of murder, jealousy and pure fluff.

❝🍥pairing: yandere!hashirama senju, yandere!tobirama senju, yandere!minato namikaze and yandere!madara uchiha x female!reader.

Hashirama Senju

Hashirama is a loyal husband and completely devoted to his wife. He sees you as a Queen, so to speak, and he will adore you completely, from head to toe. You are the reason for the things he does, for his goal of making Konoha a good place for you. Creating a new world so that you are happy and secure is his priority.

He wants you to be happy above all else, of course, with him by your side. Hashirama can't imagine a good future without you by his side and he doesn't even want to think about that possibility. You are everything to him and the thought of losing you fills him with despair.

Hashirama has his responsibilities as Hokage and takes them very seriously, so he can't always spend all his time by your side, even if he wants to. So to try to make up for the moments you spend apart, he likes to keep something of yours with him, a physical or emotional memory that helps him feel close to you, even when you are far apart.

In the moments you are together, Hashirama dedicates himself completely to you. He is attentive and always seeks to understand your needs and desires, doing everything he can to meet them. Whether he's preparing a special dinner, taking you on a peaceful walk through the woods, or simply listening intently to what you have to say, he strives to make you feel loved and valued.

Hashirama is also extremely protective. He makes sure you are safe and happy, using his skills and influence to create an environment where you can thrive. His eyes shine with pride and affection when he talks about you, and everyone around knows that you are the light of his life. Everyone knows that you are deeply loved by him and that they should respect you. Hashirama will not accept otherwise.

Despite his role as a leader, Hashirama never neglects his role as a husband. He prioritizes you, balancing his obligations with moments of tenderness and affection. He believes that his strength as Hokage comes from the love and support he receives from you, and he always acknowledges this publicly, praising its importance in his life. Hashirama is not possessive, he is just protective and he will protect you with everything in him.

Tobirama Senju

Tobirama is a complete worshiper of his wife. He loves you deeply, with everything in him, and he wants to be worth it for you and that's why he's so dedicated to being strong, to being the best he can be for you. He would be willing to abandon everything for you and build a new world where it would just be you. Tobirama wants to be the best version of himself for you, endlessly dedicating himself to being strong and competent so that he can love and care for you as you deserve.

Despite his outward confidence, Tobirama occasionally feels insecurity, although he does not easily admit it. He strives to be worthy of his wife, deeply wanting to believe that he is good enough for you. For Tobirama, nothing is more important than your happiness, because you are the center of his world and the reason for all his love and dedication.

When insecurities arise, he becomes more protective and affectionate, seeking to validate his love and worth. His wife is the center of his universe, and your happiness is Tobirama's top priority. He loves you very much and the idea of ​​losing you hurts and he knows he won't let that happen under any circumstances.

Tobirama is somewhat jealous and possessive, although he tries not to reveal it. The jealousy he feels is a reflection of his deep passion and fear of losing what he holds most dear. Although he doesn't explode into jealous rages, his change in behavior is noticeable. He becomes more attentive and needs reassurances of his wife's love, wanting to ensure that his feelings are reciprocated and that he has no reason to fear the loss of his beloved.

He's not the traditional romantic type, but he shows his love through physical touch. Holding hands, exchanging glances, sweet smiles and hugs are Tobirama's favorite ways to show affection for you. He gives you lots of gifts too, carefully choosing items that he knows will please you or have special meaning for both of you. Although he prefers physical touch. He believes that actions speak louder than words, and his main way of showing affection is through physical touch.

Tobirama is a devoted and passionate husband, he will never let you doubt for a second that you are not loved by him. Sometimes he may seem cold and distant, but he loves you and shows it in everyday life. You are more important to him than anything else, than anyone else and he will make sure you know that for the rest of your lives.

Minato Namikaze

Minato is the very definition of a passionate husband dedicated entirely to his wife. He puts you above everything and everyone, you are always his priority in any situation. He puts you on a pedestal, does all your wishes and in return all he wants is your love and devotion. Minato treats you with deep respect and admiration, almost as if you were a Queen, and perhaps for him you are, always attending to your wishes and desires.

For Minato, love is an exchange of affection and devotion. He does everything for you without hesitation, often anticipating your needs before you even express them. One of the most special ways Minato shows his love is through cooking. He loves preparing your favorite meals, putting all his heart and skill into each dish. Cooking for you is more than a chore; it is an expression of his love and dedication.

Besides cooking for you, Minato is extremely affectionate. He likes to shower his wife with kisses and hugs, always looking for ways to physically show you how much you mean to him. Carefully chosen gifts that he knows you'll love are also part of his love routine. These gestures are a way for Minato to constantly reaffirm his commitment and devotion.

Minato is extremely overprotective of you. His protective instinct is intense and immediate, and he is always alert to any threat or situation that could put your safety or happiness at risk. This instinct is not just physical, but also emotional and mental. He does not tolerate anything that could cause any kind of harm to his wife. Any possible threat to you will be dealt with quickly and without regrets.

Minato is not typically jealous, but his deep devotion to you can occasionally spark a feeling of protectiveness that can be mistaken for jealousy. He completely trusts you and the love you share, but like any person in love, he may feel a twinge of insecurity in specific situations. He won't blame you, he knows it's not your fault that you're so perfect that you attract others.

If there's anyone you know you can count on for anything and everything, it's Minato. He loves you and protects you fiercely. You are the most important person in his life and he wants you to know that and he will make you know it every day of your life. He will make you happy forever.

Madara Uchiha

Madara Uchiha is a somewhat distant husband at first but there is no doubt that he loves you, after all, for him to get married, it is because you mean something to him. He is not conventionally passionate and devoted but you know that Madara loves you, that he cares about you through his actions.

He tends to be more distant and sometimes difficult to read due to the fact that he doesn't know how to express his feelings for you through words very well. Madara shows his love through gestures, such as giving you a gift he knows you will like or more subtle touches, such as holding your hand, kissing your cheek and being affectionate.

Madara, with his reserved and introspective nature, can be an enigma when it comes to expressing feelings. He is not the type of person who will make grand declarations of love or grand gestures. Instead, he prefers to show his affection in more subtle and meaningful ways that often go unnoticed by those who don't know him well.

An example of his love for you is that he can take time to listen to you attentively even when he is busy with his own plans and responsibilities. This act, although simple, is a clear sign that he values ​​what you have to say and cares about your opinions and feelings. Additionally, Madara can show his love by ensuring you are happy and well taken care of, using his skills and resources to ward off any threats that may arise.

Madara is very possessive and this possessiveness, however, is accompanied by a deep sense of responsibility and care. Madara is not possessive out of insecurity or petty jealousy, but out of a protective instinct and a desire to keep what he loves safe. He firmly believes that his presence and protection are essential to the well-being of those he holds dear. You are his and no one should take away what belongs to him. If they try, Madara will be quick to eliminate them.

Madara Uchiha may seem like a distant husband at first, but his actions speak louder than words. He shows his love in a practical and thoughtful way, always looking for ways to make you feel valued and loved. Over time, you learn to read these silent displays of affection and understand the deep love he has for you, even if it's not always evident. Madara is reserved but he can become more open with you because he trusts you completely.

[azrielsdove]

The Night the High Lord Fell: Rhysand x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Lots of tears, Suggestive, 18+

***

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. You ran from your room, darting through the halls and down the stairs of the townhouse. Dread settled over you as you ran, heading towards the darkness pooling in the living room.

Your heart broke at the sight in front of you. Rhys was kneeling in the middle of the room, his head buried in his hands. Shadows twirled around him, the floor a mass of darkest night. You hurried to his side, slamming your knees into the ground as you slid next to him. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shaking body, holding your oldest friend as close as you could.

“I’m here, i’m here. I’m here, Rhys.” You murmured over and over, one hand coming to stroke his hair. He sunk into your hold, the only sign that he even knew you were there. You continued to whisper that you were with him, that he was safe. This was a routine the two of had done since you were young. One comforting the other, grounding them and reminding them that they weren’t alone.

Though you had never seen him this bad.

You replayed the events leading up to today in your head, trying to figure out what could have upset him like this. He hadn’t been the same since he came back from Under the Mountain, but no one expected him to be. Not after all he had endured down there, ending with finding his mate-

Her wedding.

Feyre was to be married today. Realization shuddered through you, hot and fast. She married Tamlin.

She rejected Rhys.

You knew that was her own choice, that a mating bond didn’t necessarily have to be followed. You just never expected her to not be called to it. Rhys had gone to the wedding, intent on “rescuing” her. Clearly, she had not wanted to be rescued.

You saw movement out of the corner of your eye, turning slightly to see Cassian and Azriel standing in the entry. You shook your head slightly, a sign to let them know he needed to be alone. Well, aside from you. The two Illyrians nodded and retreated back, presumably to pass the information on to Amren and Mor. Something had happened with Rhys, but you had it under control. You would debrief them later.

You lost track of how long you sat there, holding your friend and whispering familiar securities. Eventually the swirling darkness around you began shrinking, called back in to its master. You stayed with Rhys until late in the night, never moving from his side. As the early rays of dawn began peaking over the horizon, he finally raised his head from his hands and looked at you.

Your heart ached at the pain on his face.

“She was happy.” He said, voice hoarse from hours of silence. “She is thriving down there. I expected to find her still struggling, I expected Tamlin to have ignored her needs, I-I-I.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I was wrong.” You said nothing, simply tucking his head against your shoulder and resuming the stroking of his hair. Wet tears slid onto your neck, the only warning you got before his body started shaking with sobs. You held him tighter, rocking slightly. You thought about Tamlin, about how Under the Mountain must have changed him as well. You were there when he and Rhys were friends, and you were there when it was all torn apart. You didn’t think he was inherently bad, but his upbringing had certainly been no help. You still struggled to see how anyone could choose him over Rhys.

“You won’t have to handle this alone, Rhys. I’m here,” you soothed, trying to think of anything that would help. You did not know the pain of a broken mating bond, but you knew it would take a long time for him to recover from this.

And you would be by his side every step of the way.

***

Morning had fully come by the time you convinced Rhys to stand up, helping him up to his room. You drew him a bath and pushed him into it, forcing him to wash away the physical reminders of the day. You washed his hair carefully, fingers moving delicately across his scalp. You remembered his mother doing this to you when you were young, how calm you would feel when she did.

You dried him off and helped him out of the bath, handing him the towel before moving to prepare his bed. You kept the drapes drawn tight, all light blocked from the room. This was not the first time you had taken care of Rhys like this, but it was certainly the worst. You knew something in his soul had been torn out, a pain you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

You guided him into bed, not bothering to try to get him to dress. You knew him too well to waste your time on that. You tucked the covers gently around him, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. His eyes were empty, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. You felt a pang in your heart at the shell of your friend, seeing him in such a state. You grabbed the sleeping draught you had requested Madja bring, tilting it down his throat. He gave no protest at the sweet-tasting liquid.

You waited by his side until the draught took, watching his eyes close and his body finally relax into sleep. You sat there for a while longer after, holding his hand and observing him. Only when you had convinced yourself he was peacefully asleep and would stay that way did you stand and leave. You closed the door gently behind you, not at all surprised to find Mor waiting on the other side.

“How is he?” She asked, biting the tip of a nail in worry. You shook your head, the tears that you had been holding back escaping.

“I’ve never seen him in such a state,” you cried, wrapping your arms around yourself. Mor tugged you close, running her hand through your hair the same way you had done to Rhys. She walked you to your room, only a door down from his.

“We will get him through this. You don’t have to handle his pain on your own,” she said, making you sit on your bed.

“I don’t see how to get him out of this. He’s completely broken, Mor. The combination of all that he went through Under the Mountain and this, back to back?” A shudder ran through you. “How does one survive all that?” You felt sick even thinking about all Rhys had endured.

Mor brought you a change of clothes, gathering your hands into hers. “We have to figure out a way, don’t we? We can’t allow him to suffer in this forever.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead, giving your hands a squeeze. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

You watched as she left the room, insisting that you try to rest. She was off to have the kitchen prepare your favorite meal and deliver it, a subtle nudge that you should eat. You looked down at the clothes she had brought you, her words playing over and over in your mind.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

But what if you can’t?

***

The next day wasn’t much better. Nor was the next. Or the one after. Certainly not the one after that.

Weeks had gone by of you trying everything you could to get through to Rhys. He barely left his bed, survived off a liquid diet that you spooned into his mouth, and never spoke a word. He was wasting away in front of your eyes, both physically and mentally.

You weren’t doing much better.

You spent all your time attempting to get through to him. After you had given him his now-nightly sleeping draught you collapsed into your bed, crying until your face was raw. The tears had begun to slow, your body losing even the energy for that. You were becoming your own shell in your desperate attempt to heal Rhys.

A knock sounded at your door. You weren’t even sure you had said “Come in,” but the door opened and Mor entered. She tsked at the state of you, carrying over a tray of food and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Now this won’t do,” she mused, observing the rumpled sheets and your dirty hair. “You can’t help him if you’re working yourself to death!” You turned your head and bleakly opened one eye.

“I don’t know how to help him.”

“You have to help yourself first. Here, let me draw you a bath and get you cleaned up. Then we will eat and devise a new plan. Staying in that stuffy room with him all day isn’t doing either of you any good.”

You couldn’t argue with her, or maybe you just didn’t have the energy to try, so you allowed her to pull you to the bathroom and force you into the large tub. She only left after you insisted that you were able to wash yourself, dropping the sponge into the water with a huff.

When you had finished she had a warm towel ready for you, along with clean pajamas. “I will not have my two closest family members waste away into nothingness.” She stated as you got dressed, pushing the tray of food towards you. You knew better than to argue, sitting on your bed and reaching for a bread roll. You hummed at the taste, suddenly realizing how long it had been since you had a hot meal.

“Now, let’s talk,” Mor began, clapping her hands together. “Tomorrow you have to get him up and moving. He needs to go outside.” You nodded in agreement, already feeling better from bathing and eating. Gods knew getting outside would be good for you too.

“Outside. I can do that,” you agreed, grabbing another roll as you thought of how to get him out of bed tomorrow.

***

“Outside” was not as easy as it had seemed.

You strode into Rhys’ room that morning full of renewed purpose, flinging the drapes open wide and letting in the sun. You had expected him to protest in some way, to grumble at you or pull the blankets over his head.

Instead he just lay there, as unmoving as ever.

You sighed, walking over to the edge of his bed. “Come on, Rhys. We are going to go outside. Get some fresh air. Doesn’t that sound nice?” You should be used to his lack of response by now, no better than talking to a corpse. You pulled the blankets from his body, grabbing onto his hands. You tugged him up to sit, sliding his legs off the edge of the bed. “Okay Rhys, you have to help me here,” you groaned, hoisting him up to stand.

Before immediately dropping him to floor.

You gave a shout of alarm, quickly bending down to make sure he was okay. After ensuring there was no damage down, you stood up and walked for the door, telling him you’d be back shortly. You knew Cassian and Azriel had been staying at the townhouse ever since Rhys came back, too worried to reside elsewhere. You knocked on Azriel’s door, pacing while you waited for him to answer.

“Is everything okay?” He asked when he did, taking in your agitated form.

“Yes! Well, no. I mean, he’s okay, but, uh, I..” You looked down at the ground. “I may have dropped him on the floor.” Silence came from the Shadowsinger.

Followed by a sharp laugh. “You dropped him?” You looked up at him, crossing your arms defensively in front of you.

“I was trying to get him to go outside. I need your help. He can’t stay in that bed forever.” Any ounce of humor fell from Azriel’s face as he gave a nod of agreement.

“Take me to him.”

He followed you back down to Rhys’ room, taking a look at the crumpled form of his High Lord on the ground. He sighed, picking him up with ease. “Where do you want him?”

“In the bath, for now. We will battle dressing him and getting him out later.” Azriel abided, taking Rhys into the large bathing room. You followed closely behind, grabbing a set of clothes for him as you went. Between the two of you, you got Rhys into the tub and washed. Getting him out was a bit more difficult, his body slippery from the water. Azriel ended up using his shadows to haul him out, using them to keep him standing as well. You dried and dressed him quickly, unsure how much of this he was even noticing.

You looked over him with a frown. Clearly a walk would not be happening today, but you still needed to get him out. You sighed, sidling up next to him and throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Call your shadows,” you instructed Azriel, bracing yourself to take the weight of Rhys. Azriel looked half-inclined to argue before thinking better of it, pulling his shadows back from Rhys. You groaned under the dead weight, but managed to hold the two of you up. “Come on, Rhys. Walk with me to the balcony. Can you do that?” You weren’t sure he even heard you anymore, or if he had completely sunk into himself. You nudged him in the direction of the doors, taking a step.

He didn’t react.

Azriel silently took up the spot on his other side, helping you half-carry Rhys out to the balcony. You set him down on a chair, making sure he was steady before letting go. You gave Azriel a small smile, appreciative of his help. “I’ll call for you if I need your assistance again, okay?” He nodded once at the dismissal before slipping from the room, leaving you and Rhys alone on the balcony.

You pulled a second chair over to his, sitting facing him. You tucked one of his hands in yours, thumbs running over the soft skin there. “I was thinking about your mother the other day,” you began, focusing on the once strong hand in yours. “Remember when she caught us preparing that sugar trap for your sister?” You gave a small laugh, recalling how amused she had been, trying to put on an angry front. She had found the two of you covered head to toe in powdered sugar, sugar that was supposed to explode all over his sister. “She was always too nice to us, don’t you think? Washing us up in the bath after we coating her house in that powder. Making us sugar cookies once we were all clean, our only punishment that we had to share with your sister.” You shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “I miss them, Rhys.” Emotion clogged your throat, chest becoming tight. You continued rubbing your thumbs in soothing circles on his hand, still focused on it. “I miss you,” you whispered out, your voice not strong enough for anything louder.

Gods, you missed him.

“I know what happened to you has been horrible. I can’t even begin to imagine all you went through Under the Mountain, only to have it followed up with a broken mating bond.” Tears slid down your cheeks. “You deserve all the time to heal that you need, I know that. It’s selfish of me, I know, to wish that you were okay again. You need time to recover from it all.” You sniffed, tears coming faster. “I just miss you so much, Rhys. I don’t know what to do anymore. You were gone for fifty years, disappearing right under our noses. We barely got a goodbye.” Sobs were shaking your body now, the memory of Rhys’ warning flooding your head before all communication was lost. “Then you come back, mated to the girl who saved you. A true match, some would say. None of us thought she’d find happiness elsewhere, you know that. You go to rescue her, your fairytale romance, only to find that she didn’t need rescued.” You gave a cold laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You found her thriving and happy in the arms of another, in the arms of your enemy. Your mate, who couldn’t be bothered with you. How cruel is that?” Hot anger flared through you at the injustice of it all. You knew Feyre deserved to be happy just as much as Rhys did, but you couldn’t help to wish that she hadn’t found happiness like that. “You come back here, a shell of yourself. Don’t you see, Rhys?” Your voice grew quiet. “You came back to me. You’ve always come back to me.” You paused the massaging of his hand, going silent for a moment.

“My heart is yours. I would give it up a thousand times over for you to live happily with the one your soul was mated to, if she had wanted that. Maybe…maybe there’s a reason she didn’t want it. More than just her love for Tamlin.” Tears fell onto his hand, one thumb moving to swipe them away. “Maybe the cauldron realized it made a mistake,” you muttered, refusing to look up at him. Not that he would react to anything you said, you weren’t even sure he could hear you. Perhaps that’s why you now felt able to tell him the truth, to tell him how you truly feel. “I love you, Rhys. I’ve loved you for a long time now. I know you wanted a mate, that you held out for the soul cauldron-bound to yours. When you found her, I accepted that was it. I would move to the side, no longer your Second both in court and in your life. And that was okay. Anything to see you happy was worth it.” Your tears slowed, as if putting the truth out there was healing the brokenness inside of you. “But what now, Rhys? You are wasting away into nothingness, and I don’t know what to do. I need you to come back. Please. Come back to me, one last time.” You slowly raised his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before letting go.

Except the hand did not drop.

Instead, it curled around one of yours.

Your head shot up in alarm, eyes wide as you saw Rhys looking at you. Truly looking at you. His eyes were shiny with tears of his own, his hand locked tight around yours. As if he was scared that if he let go you’d bolt and never be seen again.

“Is it true?” He asked, voice hoarse. “You love me?” You bit your lip nervously, nodding slowly. Was it too much? You hadn’t realized he was listening, you should’ve looked up sooner, how could you dump all that on hi-

Your thoughts were interrupted by him pulling you forcefully into his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you. “Oh, sweet angel,” he murmured into your hair, arms strong around you. You slowly moved to twine your arms around his neck, holding him just as tight. “I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Your head shot up and you looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “What?” Rhys laughed, a sound so joyful you couldn’t help the smile the ticked at the corners of your mouth. He raised one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face lovingly.

“I’ve been in love with you for ages. I assumed you didn’t feel the same, and I didn’t wish to ruin what we had. While I did want a mate, I used that excuse as more of a front than a real reason. It was never about who my mate was.” He smiled at you. “It was always about you.”

You continued to stare at him in shock, your mind unable to believe what he was saying. All this time, all this time, you both wanted each other. You didn’t realize you were crying again until his eyes widened in alarm, brushing the tears away from your cheeks with his hands. “Hey, don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you long ago, shouldn’t I?” You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up through you, pure disbelief at the situation.

“We have been fools,” you said, smiling at him. “Sad, poor fools.” He laughed with you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Perhaps we have been. I’m willing to forgive our past mistakes if you promise to stand by my side until the end of our days. If you will have me.” You nodded against him, tears of joy falling from your eyes. He smiled, before dropping his voice ever so slightly. “May I kiss you?”

You gave an answering smile, curling your fingers into the hair on the back of his head. “You may.”

Rhys’ lips met yours a little uncertainly, as if he was scared to come on too strong. You flattened one palm against the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you. He took that as a sign to abandon all caution, one hand wrapping tight around your waist while the other held your face to his. He kissed you with a passion you had never experienced, the feeling of a thousand suns bursting inside of you. You moaned slightly against his kiss, his fingers digging into your waist at the sound. This was where you were meant to be, this was what it had all been for.

Rhys’ hand trailed down your body, stopping on the curve of your thigh. He hoisted your legs up and over him, making you straddle his body. You gasped at the feeling of him under you, his hips coming up to roll against yours. His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, teasing the skin there. You were seconds away from abandoning all rational thought and allowing him to take you right here when a low cough sounded from the doorway. You shot back from Rhys, eyes darting to the intruder. Rhys only chuckled, hand trailing up and down your body.

Azriel.

“I just came to check everything was okay, but I see you’ve got it under control.” He said, eyes sparkling with a million plans to tease you for this. You glared at him, thoughts muddled by Rhys pressing soft kisses to your neck.

“Yes, Azriel, everything is under control. Now if you’d leave us, I have some rather important matters to attend to,” Rhys said, biting your skin in between words. Azriel nodded, a smile ghosting his lips as he disappeared from view.

And attend to those matters he did.

***

Happy Mother’s Day to any moms I have following me!! 🫶🏻 And Happy Sunday to everyone else haha. I hope you guys liked this one!!

[d1xonss]

Hi!! Could I request a one shot where reader and Daryl are like complete opposites?? But he realizes eventually he’s grown to love her or something like that?? Thank you!

Enchanting

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 5/6

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 3.6k

AN ~ Thank you so much for this request! I’ve been writing some pretty sad stuff lately so I’m glad to have something on the lighter side lol. I tried my best with this considering I haven't been writing much outside of the series I've been updating. But I'm always up for the practice. Hope you enjoy!

He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. How someone so fragile, so delicate, so perfect, survived this long in a world as shitty as this. 

Alexandria as a whole felt like a dream within itself. Arriving with his family at the giant gates after living a life of hell on the road, it was something he would call a miracle. Though he hardly believed in such a thing, he thought this was as close as it was going to get. Houses lined up down the road, running water, electricity, it almost seemed too unreal to him to even want to stay in a place like this. 

It took him some time to get adjusted, some of his people having to drag him out of the house by his hair to actually give this place a chance. They wanted him to open up, socialize a bit more with some of the people in the community seeing as they were planning to stay in this dream-like place. 

Carol was the most persistent of them all. She poked and prodded at him for days to get out of the house and actually give this place a chance. He would argue and say that he had left the house since their arrival, but in her mind, going out for hours to hunt was hardly the socializing she had in mind. All she wanted was for Daryl to be able to thrive here as the rest of them were slowly doing, not wanting to see him completely shut himself out.

So, after a whole week of trying to coax him out of the secure home, he finally agreed to a party. 

Did he enjoy parties? No, absolutely not. He didn’t know what to do at those types of events, not knowing how to really talk with others freely as it wasn’t exactly his strong suit. He would most likely just awkwardly stand in the corner by himself until enough time passed for him to be able to leave. And at least then he could say he tried.

When the day finally came it was safe to say he was a little nervous. He hadn’t talked to really anyone outside of his close knit group in what felt like forever. He had no idea if he would even be good at the whole “small talk” thing as he never once was to begin with. But still, he promised he’d try.

So, after getting back from a hunt he went on earlier that day, he headed towards the lit up house as instructed. Though the closer he got, the more nervous he became. His palms began to sweat a little as he wiped them a few different times on his jeans, trying to swallow whatever anxiety was creeping back up to haunt him. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but it was. To him, it was.

He eventually forced himself to open up the front door with almost instant regret, seeing a few turning heads to notice his presence in the room. Though he tried to ignore it for the most part, only nodding to the familiar faces he saw in different areas of the mostly filled house. He already grew uncomfortable at the watchful eyes that managed to follow him, purposefully looking away as he kept his head down while he moved.

Alright, time to find a corner, he thought to himself as he subtly scoped the place out, preparing to be alone for most of the night.

“Daryl!”

Damnit.

He reluctantly turned his head to see Carol approaching him rather quickly with a wide smile on her face as she quickly brought him into a hug, “Oh, I’m so happy you made it.” 

“Mhm,” he hummed with a nod as he patted her back awkwardly before she finally pulled away, “Said I’d try…so m’ tryin.”

“And I’m very proud of you.” she said sincerely as she placed a hand on his cheek for a moment, before pulling back with an even larger smile, “You want something to drink?” 

He dipped his head in a nod of appreciation as she tapped his shoulder, “I’ll be right back.” she promised, before turning around to maneuver through the sea of people.

Daryl patted the sides of his legs nervously as he waited for her return, scanning over different things in the house that caught his attention. One was the slightly flickering light above his head, another was the music playing somewhat softly in the background of people’s loud conversations. And the third was a laugh. A quite delightful laugh that had his attention from the second it hit his ears.

Daryl’s head whipped in the direction of the sudden delicate noise, his eyes catching sight of a woman he had never seen around the community before. Over the past week he had managed to see a few other residents of Alexandria when he traveled outside, sending them a polite nod when he passed through. But he had never seen you before.

He watched intently as you interacted with someone else from right next to you, whispering something close to your ear as you let out another light and enchanting laugh. His eyes moved over the features of your face, seeing your eyes crinkling at the corners and dimples forming on your cheeks from how wide you smiled. His lips parted a little at the sight, his head even tilting a bit to the side as he continued to study your movements.

You occasionally tucked a piece of hair behind your ear everytime it got in the way of your eyes, your hand effortlessly falling back down to grasp the cup of the drink you held in your hands. Your nose occasionally scrunched up a bit as you spoke, clearly about something that brought you joy and it intrigued Daryl more than he was willing to admit. A part of him wanted to get closer to hear the delightful story you were surely telling. He could in fact almost make out the sound of your voice from where he stood-

“Here’s your drink.” Carol’s voice quickly cut into his thoughts.

He practically jumped out of his skin at her arrival, glancing down to see the beer bottle in her hands before swiping it in his own grasp with a quiet thanks. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion as now all Daryl could seem to focus on was the ground, but curiosity got the better of her as to why he was so jumpy. Her eyes glanced behind her shoulder and did a scan of the surroundings…before a smirk was brought to her face.

“She’s pretty.” she commented casually.

Daryl’s eyes flew up to meet her smug expression with a scoff, “Dunno what yer talkin bout.” he brushed off as he raised the bottle to meet his lips.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “I’m not dense, Daryl, and neither are you…” she trailed off before glancing back once more to catch you laughing yet again, “I think you should go talk to her.”

A scoff was the only response he could come up with, a reddened pigment covering his cheeks at the suggestion. You were already having a good time, why the hell would you want to talk to someone like him instead.

“I’m serious.” Carol pushed, “I think it’s the right kind of socializing you need.” she finished with a wink.

He gave her a pointed look as he took another swig of the liquid, his eyes panning back over towards you as the person whom you were once talking with, suddenly walked away. So now you stood alone, swaying back and forth a little to the music in content as you occasionally took a sip from your own drink as well.

“Well, would you look at that…a spot seemed to open up.” Carol teased as she nudged his side a little to which he just brushed her away with an annoyed grunt.

Though he couldn’t argue as he continued to casually glance at you still standing alone, though it looked like you didn’t mind too much. You looked almost too peaceful in a cramped party filled to the brim with people. Maybe he should take a chance. Just this once in his life maybe the leap of faith would do him some good, giving him an opportunity to talk to you.

After having an eternal inner debate with himself and a loud sigh left his lips, he finally pushed himself to move forward. He tried to ignore Carol’s wide smile in encouragement as he passed by her completely, but it truly was hard to ignore. He huffed as he moved further, awkwardly squeezing by a few people lingering in the way before he could reach you.

Although it happened all too fast, now standing in front of you with somewhat of a blank expression as you now looked him in the eye. Daryl swallowed thickly as he stood frozen upon seeing your gaze match his, your eyes were beautiful as they seemed to hold something much more than he was expecting. Everything about you seemed to make time stop for him.

“Hi.” you greeted politely after a few seconds of silence, sending a smile his way that almost caused him to melt.

He cleared his throat, “Hey.” he responded dryly, now almost panicking as he didn’t think this through as much as he should’ve. He was suddenly rendered speechless, not knowing what to say next as you looked at him almost expectantly.

Though your eyes narrowed the smallest bit, the smile still remaining on your face, “I recognize you, you’re new.” you stated with a raised finger, “Apart of Rick’s group, right? Daryl?”

“Uh huh.” he mumbled as he continued to stare, almost in disbelief that you had recalled seeing him before, enough to recognize him and even know his name. He’d almost wished you would repeat his name again so he could hear you say it just once more.

Your smile widened even more if that were possible as you suddenly held out your hand for him to take, “I’m (Y/N).”

And just like that, after hearing your name for the very first time, he could never seem to get it out of his head. He didn't necessarily know it then, but you would soon become a person that Daryl cared very much for. Someone he would give up his life for. Someone he would grow to love.

He was infatuated with you, slowly finding the time to leave the house more and more so he could have a chance at catching you outside as well. Normally he would never be so bold as to plan something like this just to get a chance to talk to you, but he couldn’t help it. There was just something so special about you that he couldn’t ignore.

Months in the community went by just like that, getting countless chances and opportunities to spend more time with you on multiple occasions. You were honestly flattered that the stoic man wanted to seek you out whenever he got the chance, offering to help fix something in your house or inviting you out on one of his hunts, you were always excited upon his arrival.

In exchange you would always have something to give him in return for his countless acts of kindness. Whether it was giving him something you had baked or his worn jeans you offered to patch up and sew, you wanted to give him something. He always seemed to deny your persistence, wanting nothing in return as he thought you were the best gift he could ever receive. But still you pushed, batting your eyelashes at him until he finally agreed to take whatever you presented, leaving you smiling at his bashful state.

You knew of his growing feelings towards you, of course you did. You picked up on it after he stopped by your house about three different times to make sure the bathroom sink he had fixed was still working properly. Daryl however was still painfully oblivious as he failed to realize that after all this time, you too found yourself growing feelings for him.

“I think you should just bite the bullet and ask her.” Carol advised as she mauvered around the kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of them.

Daryl’s constant resort was to just scoff at her words as he held his head in one of his hands at the kitchen island, “Alright.” he mumbled sarcastically.

She whipped around with slightly widened eyes, “I’m being serious!” she said as she stirred something heated on the stove, “And you better do it fast before she gets swept up by someone else.”

His eyes quickly snapped up towards her at the possibility, “Ya think that’ll happen?” he asked, not even trying to hide his worry.

He cared for you deeply, unlike anything he had ever felt before, the last thing he wanted to see was you with someone else. But at the same time he was scared. Scared to ask you out for some kind of date if you didn’t see him the same way he saw you. He didn’t want to ruin what he already had with you, he didn’t want to scare you away. But the suggestion of you being with someone besides him now made him worry further.

“I think that it could happen.” Carol corrected, “She’s very kind and pretty, it’s hard for me to believe she hasn’t found someone yet.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing…” Daryl said as he trailed off, “Better then endin up with some asshole like me.”

The woman sighed heavily as she dropped the wooden spoon in her hands and turned around fully to face him, “Daryl, that girl absolutely adores you. You might not be able to see it, but I do. I think you should just…take a chance. Like you did with that party.” she spoke knowingly.

He sent her a glare through his lids, earning a small laugh from her as she turned back around. His mind seemed to wander for a long moment as Carol’s back was facing him now, thinking if now was really the time to make some type of move. He wanted nothing more than to just confess what he’s been feeling for so long, wanting to sweep you off your feet and never let you go. But it wasn’t that easy.

He had thought about this situation before in the past, a lot more than he was willing to admit, but everytime he seemed to always talk himself out of it. He didn’t know how you would react, if you would be offended or flattered. If you would turn him down easy for leave him brokenhearted. There were too many possibilities for him to ignore, too many scenarios to think through.

But in the end you were the kindest person he had ever met and he felt safe with you, safer than he had ever felt before. Perhaps that was the only reason he needed to finally take a chance.

Before he could even process what he was doing, he suddenly stood up from his seat and headed straight towards the front door, trying not to talk himself out of the sudden decision he just made. He was fast and light on his feet as he walked down the porch steps, nearly falling on his ass as he missed the last one in a hurry. But he hardly let it bother him, looking like a man on a mission to others he was passing by on the sidewalk.

The walk to your house felt fast and slow all at once, his heartbeat rapidly pounding in his chest with each step closer he got. He felt his hands begin to sweat a bit as he trudged up the steps to your pretty yellow house, noticing the arrangements of flowers you had on either side of the porch that matched your personality perfectly. He was inches away from the front door now as he stood back and hesitated to knock on the wooden frame to your home. His eyes glanced down for a moment to your welcome mat below his feet, scraping off his dirty boots as he would never wish to track mud into your house.

With his boots clean(ish) and a huff passing from his lips, he finally raised his fist up towards the door to give it a firm and heavy knock, waiting for you to answer. The seconds seemed to go impossibly slow as he waited, wondering to himself if you were even home. You loved to head to the gardens this time of day, picking your share of the fruits and vegetables being grown. Perhaps he had missed you completely, contemplating if he should just turn around and head back seeing as the seconds turned into minutes.

But then he heard it. The faintness of your voice calling through the house that you were coming, followed by the pitter patter of your light and delicate footsteps. He swallowed thickly before the door was suddenly swung open, revealing your smiling face that seemed to light up even more at just the sight of him.

“Hey!” you greeted cheerfully as you bounded forward to close the distance between you two, bringing him in for a tight embrace.

He grunted at the sudden impact, but smiled a bit to himself as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you softly. He feared that he would break you if he squeezed a little too tight.

You pulled back with a smile just as wide as your eyes lingered a bit over his face, “What’s up? You need something?” you asked politely.

He couldn’t help but think that he needed you and only you, but it felt a little wrong to be that blunt right away so he settled with a shake of his head, “Nah, just…just wanted ta see ya.” he spoke honestly.

Your eyes twinkled at the sweetness of him as you laughed lightly, “I’ve been wanting to see you too.” you admitted, “It feels like it’s been too long since we’ve hung out.”

“Yeah,” he grunted as he cleared his throat a little, “Shit’s gettin busier round here.”

You nodded in agreement, a little sympathy on your features as you knew how much he did around here for the community, “But- uh…” he quickly corrected, “I’ll always make time for ya…no matter how busy it gets.” he admitted nervously.

Your heart warmed as you smiled at him sweetly, “You sure?” you asked a bit playfully, “You sure you’re not too busy?” you poked as you ventured out to take his hand softly in yours.

He smiled down at you as you intertwined your fingers with his, as you normally would do, “Never.” he promised.

His eyes then took the time to take in your appearance as he normally would do. Your hair was pulled back a bit as it was tied up with a light pink ribbon, framing your face angelically as a few strands fell from the front and landed just above your cheekbones. He then noticed the sundress that fit your figure beautifully, finding himself loving the many skirts and flowy dresses you constantly wore. And then the jewelry that hung around your neck, a tiny pink diamond that was shaped into a heart as it sat in the middle of your chest.

It was actually a gift he had given you weeks ago, something he had found on a run that just reminded him of you. It was so soft and delicate, and the heart seemed fitting to your style. 

“Did you…want to come in for a bit?” you asked as you noticed him grow a little quieter than usual.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of your sweet voice, “Oh- uh- nah…I just came over here ta…ask ya somethin.”

“So ask.” you prodded gently with a soft squeeze to his hand that made his knees feel like jelly.

You knew that Daryl often had a hard time with things like this, seeing it made him uncomfortable to say or ask something out of his comfort zone. But you were always so patient with him it blew his mind, always willing to wait for him to just come out and say it.

“Alright, so uh…” he cleared his throat before swallowing thickly, “I was just um…just wonderin…if ya wanted to maybe…go on a ride with me sometime…?”

Your eyes brightened a little as you went to open your mouth to answer, but he quickly cut you off, “Nah, I mean- n-not like just a ride, but like…out together sometime…just the two of us...kinda like-”

His rambling went on for a few more seconds before you decided to cut him off instead. He suddenly clamped his mouth shut in a split second when he felt the softness of your lips brushing across his cheek, leaving a light peck before you pulled away with a smile.

“I’d love to.” you said.

The man was stunned to silence, feeling his face get hot and the burning of his cheek becoming more intense as he tired to process your actions. You couldn’t help but laugh a little to yourself as you gave his hand another comforting squeeze while gazing up at him through your long lashes.

“I’m free tomorrow at noon…if that works for you?”

He stood there in bewilderment for a moment or two before frantically nodding his head, not counting on his words in this moment in time. You nodded back before venturing your hand out of his hold and up towards his face to move some of the hair that had fallen over his eyes. He almost quivered at the feeling of your fingers gently touching his hair, silently wanting more though he would never ask.

“I can’t wait.” you admitted gently and quietly, lulling him back into the same enchanting trance he was hit with the moment he caught sight of you for the first time all those months ago.

~ Thanks for reading!

[decolonize-the-everything]

WW3 will be white supremacists vs everyone else.

Not a singular Western country in support of Israel is innocent of colonization, war crimes, treaty violations, or having white supremacists in politics.

Each one of them has been ignoring protests and strikes in their own countries for human rights and protections. Human rights and protections that have thus far been denied btw. Meanwhile they give themselves raises and protections against protesters and so called "terrorists." They inflate military budgets while their people grow more agitated and they don't care.

Not a single one of them have a thriving, happy people.

Historically they've been awful for Black, indigenous, and immigrant populations despite many of their countries being founded on immigration. And even in modern times all of them currently have trials going on to combat state violence such as genocide, rights violations, or police brutality.

None of them have ever been paragons of human rights. None of them represent the world's moral compass least of all Germany.

So why and how is it that you can look at the USA and German support of Israel and your thought is "finally!" instead of seeing a red flag.

White supremacists are teaming up in a Big way.

And this time they're letting white Jewish people count as white which seems to have short-circuited ur brains so let me remind y'all that Nazis hate Jewish people but not every white suprmacist is a Nazi. And white supremacists have a long history of providing white Jewish people with conditional white privileges

White supremacists exploiting white Jewish people for their vote or political support is nothing new and continues to be no surprise.

We can look at Trump's attempt to do exactly that as recently as 2019. We know he isn't an ally of any Jewish person anywhere and yet here he is trying to get right-wingers hyped up with virtue signaling.

The same article addressed how this right wing rhetoric and trying to incite it among Republicans is itself antisemitic and careless.

The past 24 hours have cemented President Donald Trump's reputation as America's "racist in chief." After tweeting a hateful diatribe about how four Democratic congresswomen of color should "go back" to where they came from, the President attempted to justify his racism with accusations that these members of Congress are anti-Israel. On Monday morning, he tweeted that these lawmakers "have made Israel feel abandoned by the U.S." and cited South Carolina Senator Lindsey Graham, who called them all "anti-America" and "anti-Semitic."

[...]And despite his feigning concern about anti-Semitism, nearly three-quarters of Jews feel less secure than they did two years ago and the majority of Jews attribute their rising insecurity to Trump's policies. More specifically, many are concerned about Trump encouraging right-wing extremism and Republicans tolerating white nationalism within their ranks. In fact, according to a March Gallup poll, more than 70% of Jews continue to disapprove of Trump and only 16% now identify as Republicans.

....then Biden supported a fucking genocide in the name of trying to establish a safe place for Jewish people. When we all know his interest is actually oil in the middle east.

There is no fucking way either of them or the USA cares about any Jewish people or had their best interest in mind.

So that entire argument aside....

We can't keep letting white supremacists play these identity politic games and turning us on each other so we're keeping each other oppressed instead of helping each other be free.

Right now there are white queer people in my asks calling me (an Ojibwe) a Russian psyop for not wanting to vote blue.

That's the shit I'm talking about.

At the end of the day I don't want anyone except white supremacy and white supremacists to be decimated. I want a liberated and free people all over the globe.

Is that what you want too?

Then we have got to start focusing on the big picture. You are not my enemy and I am not yours. Our enemies are the same and they are unified.

We should be too.

International solidarity against white supremacy for the first time, for forever.

[storiesfromafan]

Obsessed Pt 2

A/N: I am finally back, and with part 2! I'm still a bit sick but am almost over the flu. Thankful it wasn't covid again.

I hope this part isn't too bad. Not sure how I feel about it, but will stick with it haha.

Part 1

Obsessed Pt 2

The first three years at Hogwarts were blissful oblivion, being a student that blended in so well that no one even looked your way. Fourth year was different, with change in appearance and hormones you were being noticed more, like anyone really.

You were the nerdy girl who did the bare minimum to avoid the spotlight. It wasn’t because you were shy, but rather bored. Sure, you liked to converse with people, but most days you would rather avoid them. So, you thrived in being invisible, a wallflower if you will.

The only real friends of yours was the girls in your dorm room, as you had all started at Hogwarts together, meeting on the train in first year and bonding over the joy and nerves of starting your magical journey together. And they accepted you the way you were. Understanding how you chose knowledge over being social, they even did it too. But you were always happy to spend time with them.

Lately your invisible position felt to be lacking. The feeling that you were being watched, not by a collective but possibly by one solitary soul. You would enter a room and feel eyes on you. It wasn’t a bad thing, no ill feeling, but more secure. Silly to think really.

After the day you had, and witnessing a third year take off after rejection, and the exciting dinner in The Great Hall, you retreated to the library before curfew kicked in. You had a few things to research for different classes. Taking refuge in a quiet corner, you had three large books piled on your table as you retrieved your parchment, quill and ink.

The library was a safe haven for you. A space that housed so much information, a challenge for you to absorb as much of it as you could. Knowledge was always something you wanted, knowing all you could about anything. And because of it you found many of your Ravenclaw house mates seeking you out, either with help or to study with you. In your house you were known for your intellect, but when in the classroom you liked to fly under the radar. You didn’t seek recognition for it like some, you didn’t want to be known as a know it all.

Sitting back in your chair, large book in hands, you were reading over a potion Professor Snape had mentioned earlier today in class. Of course you didn’t know of it at the time, hence why you sort it out now. You took notes on its ingredients and brewing method, wanting to be prepared in case the Professor sprung it on you at any point. Something he did enjoy doing to his students.

With an hour left before curfew, many students had left the library by now. The added silence was like music to your ears, which was silly. Closing the book, satisfied with the new knowledge you had gained, you thought it best to put the books back on their respected shelves. Walking around the rows of books, the three large books in hand, one by one being put in their spots.

You had just put the last book back, in a more secluded area of the library, when you heard a soft whooshing noise. It was like something flying around, but it wasn’t some kind of creature. Stepping towards the opening of the row, something came flying up to you before suddenly stopping before your face, making you jump.

Your wide (color) eyes blinked a few times before registering the floating letter, that sported your name so neatly. Hesitantly you reached out and took the letting in your hand, the magical dust falling from it disappearing once in your hold. Looking from the name, you turned over the letter noting a wax seal, before turning back to your name with curiosity.

Looking around you, you noted no body in your vicinity. So, who had sent this letter? And from where? You were wondering this while moving back to your table. Sitting the letter on the table you packed up your supplies before taking the letter once more, you intended to put it in your bag, but the curiosity was getting to you.

With another look about your area, you broke the wax seal and unfolded the parchment. You were met with the same neat writing on the crisp parchment. You scanned the writing, taking in the words on the page. Coming to an end realization hit you, this wasn’t a letter per say but a complete published poem.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

The beautiful words of the muggle Lord Byron graced the parchment before you. Someone had sent you a beautiful poem, one you had read a few times and enjoyed. Muggle poetry was a comfort read for you, especially those that reference love. You might have brains, but you still dreamed of romance.

You stared at the words; there was only the poem and nothing else. The person who sent this didn’t even sign it with their name or anything. Confusion washed over you by the beautiful sentiment. Coming back to reality you noted the time, before folding the letter and place it carefully in your bag. With said bag on your shoulder you left the library and headed back to the Ravenclaw house.

Walking through the almost empty halls, the soft sounds of the paintings around you filling the halls. You passed other students on your journey, who were heading to their own respective houses. Upon reach the Ravenclaw door, you recited this week password before being granted access. You noted students in the common room, with no rush to go to their dorms.

You on the hand looked forward to being in your dorm. A hot shower and pajamas calling your name after the long day. Upon entering your room, your best friend and other friends were already there. They were talking about the day while reading or working on homework. Dropping your bag on your bed you grabbed your pajamas and toiletries, before going to the joining bathroom to scrub the day way.

After resurfacing in the dorm room clad in your comfy pajamas, you disposed of your dirty clothes in your laundry hamper. You then took a seat on your bed, bringing your bag to sit before you and started to take out your work from the days classes. You had emptied your bag when your best friend (name) came over, she sat at the end of your bed while you packed your bag for the next day.

Being in a deep discussion with your bestie, the parchment from your secret admirer fell from your bag. (Name)’s eyes dropped to the parchment, while you also looked to it. You both looked at the other, to the parchment and back to each other, before both of you lunged for it. A curse coming from your lips when she had just beaten you to it.

(Name) didn’t listen when you protested, asking for the letter back, your words falling on deaf ears. With a large smile on her face, she turned to look at you, hands ready to open the parchment.

“What do we have here?!” (Name) asked with glee.

You shot her a dark look. “It’s nothing. Now give it back”. You lunged for the parchment but ended up landing on the ground.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing~” she sang holding a corner of the letter in each hand and moving it around to her words. Which only added to your annoyance.

By now the other girls in the room had joined you both, they were looking at the parchment with interest. Getting to your feet, you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. From there you decided to explain the letter, and how it had been enchanted to come to you while you were in the library. As you told your story, your best friend and roommates listening with bated breath, hanging on every word.

“It’s just a poem. Nothing of real interest” you finished with a sigh.

With those words (Name) opened the parchment. She and the other two girls read the contents. And just like you said, it was a poem. They looked a little deflated, no doubt hoping for something juicy.

“Why would someone send a poem?” one of the girls asked, the other just shrugging at her words.

(Name) took a seat next to you, the gears in her mind grinding away. You could tell she was thinking of something of substance. She never thinks so hard for nothing.

“I think you do have a secret admirer” (Name) stated slowly. “Maybe this was the best way to speak to you”.

“Huh?” The two other girls asked in confusion.

“Think about it. Most males stumble over their words, let alone would have trouble writing them down” (Name) started. “So, a muggle poem might be the best way to open a line of communication”.

You nodded, agreeing with her logic.

“Are you going to write them back?” One of the girls asked, all the while your three roommates stared at you.

You blinked your eyes a few times before waving your hands about. “W-what?! Oh no, no I-I couldn’t” you stammered.

“Yes, you should!!” All three chorused together.

You groaned. “W-what would I say? Hi who ever you are, thanks for the poem. It wasn’t weird at all. I found it nice”.

They all laughed at your words. “No” (Name) said with a soft smile. “But you could say thank you for the beautiful words and hope he would send you some of his own?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, no doubt this is from some weird quiet kid”.

“Don’t knock the weird quiet kids” (Name) retorts poking your side, “you never know what you could be missing out on”.

You shook your head at their laughter. For the rest of the evening your roommates made small jokes, and discussed the possible suitors the parchment could be from. The list went from fellow Ravenclaws, to Hufflepuffs and Gryffindor’s.

“Maybe it was Mattheo Riddle” mused (Name) with a sly smirk.

You threw your pillow at her, as she guessed the crush you had on the Slytherin male. Though about ninety-eight percent of the females of the school were crushing on Mattheo.

(Name) threw your pillow back at you. “Just imagine his fan club if it was him, so many girls would wish to be you so badly” she cackled falling back on her bed no doubt imagining the scenario.

“Haha” you pouted. “Hell would have to freeze over for it to be Mattheo. I doubt I’m his type, or if he even knows who I am!”

You know you spoke the truth, as did the girls in the room, but saying them out loud still hurt. For Mattheo Riddle was far out of your reach. The guy had a different girl every month or two. And they were always breathtakingly beautiful.

The girls around you were talking but you didn’t take much notice. Laying on your bed, your mind was going over the parchment and the poem. Questioning why someone would anonymously send you it? Was someone messing with you or was this legit? Did you have a secret admirer after all?

[animeomegas]

Hello! Recently I'm having Haku brainrot.

Can I request Haku spending his heat with his Alpha. It didn't need to be NSFW(maybe they are cuddling in his nest🥺🤧) honestly, I just want to spoil him and kiss him lmaoo

(Understandable, anon, I too am often plagued by brainrot XD)

Post-Heat Relaxation with Haku

Sometimes, your mate reminded you of a cat.

Not all the time, of course. He loved swimming, smelling his herb garden, and he quite frankly thrived in freezing temperatures, likely due to a side effect of his bloodline limit. In those regards, he was very human.

And yet now, as you watched him lounge on the window seat, naked and stretched out, languishing in the sun, you couldn't help but draw a comparison.

Haku had a kind of aura that drew others in, lulled them into a sense of security and safety, like a siren at sea, and as his mate, you were not the exception to that power.

You were supposed to be cleaning up. Only one of the two large bags of nesting supplies were clean, and none of the back up supplies were out yet, but Haku's power was too strong. When you heard the little contended purrs that he was letting out, you simply couldn't resist approaching him.

"The nest is almost ready for rebuilding," you said gently, crouching down by the window seat and resting your cheek on the smooth, warm skin of his bare waist. You pressed a kiss there and Haku hummed in delight.

"There's no rush, I'm quite happy here." Haku stretched languidly, grumbling pleasantly at the stretch. "The sun is so lovely today."

Yes, you thought, amused, definitely a cat.

"Not as lovely as you."

Haku smiled, his stomach jumping in amusement under your cheek. You pressed a couple more kisses to the heated skin before sitting upright. His hair was still damp from his earlier bath and you couldn't resist running your fingers through it, careful to avoid tugging on any tangles.

"How are you feeling?"

"Amazing," he breathed, closing his eyes again.

"Are you sure?" you asked, still stroking his hair. "Your heat was more intense than usual this year, and if I'm tired, you must be."

He laughed lightly, "I'm sure I'm fine, stop worrying so much, silly." He turned his gaze back towards the window, seemingly happy to gaze at his much loved garden.

You remembered the first ever nest Haku had built when he moved to Konoha. Well, you hadn't been allowed inside it at the time, but you remembered him speaking about building it inside his wardrobe. Wardrobe's weren't an uncommon place for omegas to utilise for nest building, but for Haku it had been a sign of his anxiety in a new place.

Now, here, he seemed so much more at home, where nature bled through to where he was nesting, where he could bask in a cool summer's breeze and warm patches of sunlight. The idea of him being contained in a small, dark wardrobe didn't feel right at all.

You had provided this den, this home, for him, and he felt safe here. Your omega felt so safe, he could lay naked, in front of an open window, at one of his most vulnerable moments. Your stomach clenched, as every instinctual part of you purred in delight.

"Just call me back over when it's time for me to rebuild the nest," he said, yawning. "I might take a nap here."

You ran your hand from his hair, down his body, appreciating the subtle curves and grooves as you went, "Okay, darling, have a good nap."

"I will." His beautiful eyes fluttered closed. He was the picture of contentment.

You nuzzled into his neck, placing one final kiss on his newly refreshed mating mark, before stepping away to continue washing the soiled fabrics of his nest.

[cultofdixon]

It Takes Two

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Part 2 to “It Takes a Village” • Rick Grimes’ Sister!Reader • You have always been a curious kid. Now so is your kid…and with a certain resident in Alexandria. Who everyone didn’t expect to have a soft side for the young Grimes • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares / Injuries / Mentions of Canon Violence / Mentions of Pregnancy / Depression / Past Abuse • Re-Writing Canon

Requested by: Anon

PREV

Winter has started, and Alexandria was fuller than ever. They may not know exactly when the holidays were but it was enough to have their families in the Kingdom and Hilltop come to Alexandria. Meaning a lot of kids. But it was perfect…especially the snow.

A small groan escapes the waking child as he lifts his head from his pillow to look out the window and notice the falling snow. That alone ignited the energy he needed to get out of bed and wake up his mom.

His mom who would much rather stay in bed during a cold morning, but her excited four year old alerted not only the Mal living in the house…but the five year old that belonged to the Hilltop residents taking up her guest room.

“Mama!” Shepherd practically yells but Dog jumped on the bed when he got the door open.

“Shep…it’s early”

“It’s snowing!” He smiles running to her side of the bed gripping her blankets and tugging at them until the tired Y/N sat up. Her playful scowl appearing when Dog started to lick her face to help her wake up. “Dog wants to go too!”

“Let me guess…you woke up Hershel too?”

“He’s getting his mommy and daddy right now!” His face lights up with even more excitement as he knows the second he gets his snow gear on he was going to get his cousins next door.

“Get dressed baby and I’ll meet you downstairs” Y/N smiles watching her happy boy run out and Dog following him. “Don’t forget the gloves and beanie!” She adds hearing an ok yelled back before rolling over to the other side of the bed to address the archer that rolled off once he heard Dog’s collar jingling. “I’m gonna get dressed…and head out with Shep. That’ll give you your window”

Daryl groans upon sitting up from the floor feeling Y/N’s lips meet his temple when she leaned over. “He’s startin’ to get up before me”

“He’s going to find out before we even tell him…”

“I promise yea. We’ll get our day” The archer leaned into her kissing her before letting Y/N get dressed and ready.

The two have always had a bond with one another. But it wasn’t until Shep turned 3 that they took the risk. Daryl always loved her and would’ve waited til the end of his life for her. For her to be ready on her terms, but all she needed was for her small family of two to be secure. Safe. And Y/N knew she was safe with the archer and so was her son. Daryl loves her son as if he was his own even if Shepherd doesn’t know their relationship.

For now they kept it between them, and the priority was always going to be Shepherd.

Glenn was the fastest in getting ready next to the kids as he chases Hershel Jr and Shepherd through the snow for a bit while the rest of the Grimes got dressed for the snow day. Maggie stayed on the porch waiting for Y/N while she got Dog in a sweater before letting him join in the chaos.

“Where’s Daryl?” Maggie asks once Y/N stepped out while getting her gloves on.

“I just told him what we were doing so he should be joining us soon. But he’ll be getting Carol and her family, then Aaron and his daughter”

“Can you believe it?” Maggie smiles looking out to the small crowd for now. “We survived and thrived after all that happened”

“It’s surreal for sure” Y/N smiles watching her son gather a snow ball and pelt Dog making the Mal get excited to play ball.

As Shep made his way more down the street running away from the snowballs that were coming from the Rhees then his cousins, he stopped to hear someone curse because of how cold it was. He made his way to the little vent that looked into the room finding their resident prisoner shivering his ass off.

“Mama!”

Y/N immediately turns to her son seeing his frustrated expression which started to worry her.

“What’s wrong baby?” She walks away from the crowd of adults on Rick’s porch to kneel before her son as he struggled to get his words out.

“Th—uh. Uhm. I’m cold”

“Uncle Rick has the fireplace going, the adults were gonna go inside while Carl watches you little ones out here…you wanna come warm up a bit?”

“No! It’s…uhm. Mama…” Shep’s frustration came out in a whine making Y/N sigh a bit before standing up and extending her hand to the small child.

“Lead the way to what you need”

Shep immediately took her hand and pulled her back to their house. Then upstairs to the hall closet that Y/N kept spare blankets in.

“You can’t bring a blanket out in the snow, baby”

“No! It’s for…” Then the little one held a guilty expression which only confused his mother more.

“Shepherd.”

Daryl steps out of the Grimes’ residence when he didn’t find Y/N in there. Then he spotted her carrying blankets while following her son toward the cell. He quickly picked up his crossbow off the porch and ran over to the two.

“Hey, what’s wrong what are y’all doing?” Daryl stops Y/N while Shepherd proceeded.

“Shep heard Negan complaining that he was cold”

“So what?”

“Daryl. I’m not doing anything outside of the council’s guidelines regarding Negan. I’m simply doing what my son wants” Y/N states, and that want being kind toward their prisoner and giving him extra blankets during the winter. “He’s not going to hurt Shep…or me”

“I’m comin’ then”

“If it makes you less helicopter-y” She jokes making her way downstairs and helping Shepherd with the door.

Their presence sort of startled Negan given the door leading outside was never the quietest and the looming archer on the steps made him feel uneasy. But his attention locked onto the Grimes sister handing the blankets to this small child he’s never met before, and for good reason. Negan wanted to stand up and approach the bars but the way Daryl was glaring at him. He stayed put, until the small child approached the bars holding up the blankets.

“You don’t have to”

Shepherd frowns looking up at his mom while hugging the blankets tightly. “But mama I want to…” he said in a hush whisper as Y/N gently pets his head.

“You tell him, baby. Not me”

The little one went back to the bars of the cell looking up at Negan who approached the bars when he looked at his mother.

“But I want to” Now how can anybody ever be mad at that adorable face of his? Negan extended his hands taking the blankets through the bars watching the little one light up.

“Thanks kid…appreciate it”

The young grimes smiles happily before heading back out and instantly running into Daryl. The archer knew what was bound to happen with the child and that was Shep wanting to be picked up by him.

“Can’t say no to him” Y/N smiles receiving a look from the archer indicating that he’d never say no to him wanting to be picked up. Even if the man groaned picking up Shepherd. “Go on ahead. I’ll be a minute”

“Y/N—-“

“Just go. Please”

Daryl can’t say no to the puppy dog eyes, especially when Shepherd gets it from his mother. He nods before carrying Shep out of there leaving Y/N with Negan for a moment.

“You’ve got a nice kid…”

“I really do huh?” Y/N smiles approaching the bars to Negan’s cell as he suddenly started to feel anxious when her smile remained hit her eyes said it all. “So let me make it clear to you, Negan. If you hurt my boy. With your words or even physically, I’ll be doing everyone a favor and ending your life” She hissed glaring at the man watching him nod before leaving the cell.

All the kids were inside warming up and all the little ones were watching Henry show them how to play cards. Go Fish to be exact. While the adults had a drink and catch up.

“Your turn Shepherd” Henry’s voice snapped the kid out of his thoughts as Shep looks at his cards before setting all his cards down to show that he’s been hogging pairs but more specifically to leave the small table to go to his mom.

“He’s a card shark” Judith states not knowing exactly what that means.

“That’s…used in a different game? But I guess that works here” Henry laughs collecting the cards and shuffling the deck.

“Mama…” Shep whispers to get Y/N’s attention while Rick was telling Maggie about how he and Michonne were thinking of taking a trip. Y/N sets her glass down turning to her son and his upset expression. “I wanna go home…”

“Are you okay?” She whispers back not wanting to cause alarm or interrupt the on going conversation.

“No…” He whines in his whisper hugging Y/N’s leg. He relaxed a little when his mother rubbed circles on his back. “Can we go?”

“Yes, go get your shoes and coat on” Y/N got up from her seat once Shep ran over to where all the shoes were. “I’m turning in guys”

“Really?” Rick frowns, it wasn’t that late. Even for the kids.

“Yeah, Shep’s gettin’ tired and the alcohol isn’t sitting right with me.” Y/N left after saying such to get her coat on and pick up her son who instantly latched onto her.

“We’ll be quiet when we turn in” Maggie makes one last comment watching Y/N smile before stepping out with Dog also joining the two.

While the three made their way home, Shep tugged at Y/N’s coat when her attention was already on him.

“Forget somethi—-“

“Why is he down there, mama?” Shep frowns watching her face soften but also worry for she doesn’t know how to approach that conversation without going too far.

“He did something bad, Shepherd…that’s why he’s down there”

“But I do bad things too…like leave my shoes out for Dog to chew and you get mad…”

“It’s…uh” Y/N frowns setting Shepherd down on their porch to sit as she sat beside him. “You’re too young to understand the kind of bad things he did before you were born…”

“…can you try?”

How do you go telling a four year old about the abuse his mother endured done by that terrible man? Or the abuse Daryl, someone he looks up to, has gone through…the horrors of the Saviors threatening to kill members of their family…

You just. Don’t.

“He hurt people, Shep. In a way I can’t tell you…”

Shepherd frowns bringing himself closer to his mom leaning against her.

“Did he hurt you, mama…?”

Y/N didn’t say another word as she was fighting back tears when thinking about it. All she did was bring her son into his embrace holding onto him like her light depended on it. And part of him knew. Even if he didn’t understand.

Once it was late enough, Daryl came upstairs to check on Y/N thinking Shepherd would be in his room but entering the room he noticed the little one curled up in his mother’s embrace. He still brought himself to sit on the edge of the bed resting his hand on her shoulder watching her turn slowly to him revealing tears in her eyes.

“What happened?” He whispers watching her turn back to her son as Shepherd unconsciously scooted closer in her embrace.

“…I’m triggered D. It’s hard to sleep” She whispers back feeling Shep shift once more, enough to pull away from her and star fish on the rest of her bed. Giving her enough space to turn onto her back looking up at Daryl as he carefully wipes away her tears. “I know they don’t stay little and overwhelmingly kind forever…but I don’t want him taking that away from my baby”

“He won’t. I promise yea” Daryl frowns giving her enough space to sit up and hug him. He held her for as long as she needed.

~

“Remember, listen to Uncle Rick and stay out of trouble” Y/N tells Shep who didn’t want his mom to go on the hunting trip with Daryl and Carol. “I’ll be back before you know it”

“Why can’t I go with you?”

“You will buddy, when you’re a bit older” Daryl ruffle his hair a bit before Shep latched onto his leg. “Aw come on, bud”

“Please don’t go…”

It was spring, which meant more hunting trips. Shepherd didn’t mind when it was one of the two leaving, but they both were going on this one and he didn’t like it one bit.

“We’ll be back before you know it, Shep. I promise” Y/N knelt down for her son to hug her tightly once more.

Before watching the three go from Rick’s porch.

The agenda for the first day was boring. Or to Shepherd a bit boring. He loves helping when given the chance to but he doesn’t like working on the farm unless it was with his mom. Because they would play “I Spy” while collecting the crops and help him with his counting when putting in new seeds. Rick knew about this and was trying to do it with Shep, but that’s another thing. He only likes doing it with his mom. Otherwise he just helps tug the basket along while Rick cleans up the dead plants and getting the soil ready for new seeds.

“You okay Shep?”

“Can I go get water?”

Rick sighs nodding with a smile. “Be back quick. And get me a glass too”

Shepherd smiles setting the basket down by his uncle before leaving the farm and heading back toward the houses. Except after he got his uncle a canteen instead of a glass, because Michonne stopped him in the middle of her conversation with Siddiq and Gabriel to switch the glass with a canteen since the kid can be clumsy, Shepherd was given a second one for himself but instead of using it for himself.

Negan froze to the sound of said canteen falling onto the concrete floor. It’s sturdy so it didn’t crack or anything. He looks up through the vents to see Shepherd looking back at him before running back to his uncle.

Once the chores Rick had were done and the help of tidying up done by both him and Shepherd, the two made their way back to Rick’s place for dinner and then turning in. Shepherd was set up in the spare in their place which had a grown ups bed and not his low toddler one.

Shep couldn’t sleep, and can’t ever when his mom wasn’t home in any way. She could be standing somewhere else in Alexandria and he’d be able to sleep. He pushed his blankets off of him and maneuvered his body on the edge of the bed so his feet were first to hit the floor but it was still a bit too high that he fell anyway. The little one didn’t want to alert anyone given he went to bed around the same time as his cousins, but the adults could still be awake.

The little one has been spending a lot of time with Daryl.

Because Shepherd managed to get out of the house through the doggy door in the kitchen while the adults (Rick and Michonne) were in the living room. Thank god he was small enough or that would be a very uncomfortable conversation telling Y/N her son got stuck in the doggy door.

The resident prisoner heard footsteps draw closer, followed by a whine that Negan can only connect to Dog. So it must’ve been Daryl but when Shepherd came into view by the vent sitting beside it and Dog laying next to him, Negan only grew more confused.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“How do you know when bedtime is?” Shepherd looks at him confused leaving the man stumped.

“Forget it. Your mom will kill me if she finds you here. Hell even your uncle or whatever Daryl is to yea”

“He uh…uhm. Just Daryl?” The confusion in his tone made Negan a bit curious about the two’s relationship since he thinks Shep probably doesn’t know that his mom and Daryl are seeing each other. He wasn’t about to put them in any way.

“Are you close with Daryl? Like how you are with your uncle Rick?”

“I don’t know”

“What do you mean?” Negan brought himself to sit on the floor against the wall where the vent was as Shepherd sat on the small grass patch by the vent with Dog surrounding him.

“I used to call him Uncle Daryl…but something happened” Shep tugged at the grass while he spoke. “He was there for me when I’m sad. Helped me with my shoelaces. Get my sippy cups from the high shelves. Patch my boo boos. Let me sit with him while he works on his bike. Other things that Uncle Rick doesn’t do with me”

“You see him as a dad?” Negan’s question was met with silence. “What would your old man think?”

“I don’t have a dad”

If he starts crying, better start digging your grave Negan thought as he was prepared for tears but was met with a sigh instead.

“Mama says I never had one. But I always saw Daryl as one” Shepherd frowns as he stops tugging at the grass seeing the damage he has done. “Is that bad?”

“What? Seeing Daryl as your dad?”

“Yeah…”

“Well. He helps with your boo boos. I think that’s pretty much dad material…when I taught PE which was just watching a bunch of kids in a yard to get rid of the energy in’em, some kids would stumble. Cry. Get banged up by either concrete or a plastic bat. I wouldn’t know what to do and pull a teacher move with the whole “go to the nurse” when most nurses in schools back in my day didn’t do a very good job”

“That’s bad”

“Real bad. But I just pawned the problem off to somebody else. Daryl? He takes care of yea. Would do about anythin’ for yea. I don’t see a problem in calling him dad.” Negan shrugs. “But that’s a conversation for your mom. And then Daryl”

Shepherd was about to ask another question when he heard his name being called. Negan heard it as well and rose to his feet going toward the vent to look at Shep.

“You better go back before he gets worried”

“ok, goodnight”

“Night kid” Negan states hearing the tussle of his footsteps and the dog getting up with him before it faded away.

The next morning came and Negan woke to the sound of the outside door opening. Maybe it was confessional day but to his surprise he saw Shepherd coming down the steps with Michonne. Michonne came down for other business while Shepherd carried drawing supplies to distract him from their conversation. But some part of him knew that Negan enjoyed the company.

“Well good mornin’ to y’all”

“Good morning” Shepherd instantly replies back before sitting on the ground and dropping all of his supplies while Michonne took the chair bringing it to the bars of his cell.

“The council is holding a meeting about you soon”

“Oh wonderful” Negan frowns sitting back on his bed leaning against the wall. “What about?”

“Well. One, Y/N thought you should have warmer items in here for the future winters.” Michonne pointed with her eyes to Shepherd as it was really his idea being told through his mom. “Second, we were thinking you could actually do stuff around Alexandria. It won’t mean you’re instantly free. More so—-“

“Community service and I come back here once I’m done for the day? You’re really trustin’ me with that?”

“Why not?” Shepherd chimes in seeing confused looks as Michonne gave Negan a warning one mainly for his words.

“Nobody trusts me, Shep. Which in this case makes sense…but imagine being untrustworthy and being given chores around the other residents” Negan states while approaching the cell bars and sitting on his side across from Shepherd.

“Mama doesn’t trust me around Daryl’s crossbow. Is it like that?”

“Sort of. But your mama must’ve said I’m a bad dude”

“Yeah?”

“That’s why I’m questioning if Michonne here trusts me enough to do chores around the place without causing trouble”

“Can’t he just be watched when he’s not locked up, auntie?” Shep looks up at his aunt with a small smile as Michonne took note of that because it’s not a bad idea.

“You’re not manipulating him to say these things right?” Michonne questions Negan as she watches Shepherd bring himself close with a piece of paper and a few crayons handing one to Negan to play tic tac toe with him. Negan kept a distance but did play with the kid through the bars.

“From the time Y/N lived at the Sanctuary, yeah she was defensive to me but to everybody else who weren’t part of my troop. More like the other residents…she was overwhelmingly kind. Stood up for those who needed it, even if there were consequences…but just. She was too damn kind to everybody in that shitshow—-“

“Language” Both Shepherd and Michonne state hearing Negan apologize before letting Shep win the game.

“This boy has her kind side. It’s all him”

~

The council decided to let Negan work around Alexandria with a handful of chores each day and at least one day where he’s remaining in his cell. The one watching him changes every day, like it used to be. Unlike when he would be checked in on every other hour when he remained in his cell.

His help was much needed during the summer. And not just for chores.

Judith was playing with Gracie in the gardens while their dads were working on the nearby walls to do the yearly maintenance on the structures. While Shepherd’s mom helped in the actual gardens with Negan, meaning Y/N was on Negan duty and Shep was also around helping. But once he told his mom he was going to ask his cousin if he could play with them, her line of sight was no longer on him for a short time.

“You’re cutting too close to the main stem”

“My bad, hey where’s that rugrat? He said he’d help separate the tomatoes with the good and bad ones”

“He wanted to play with his cousin. I’ll separate them when I wash them once we’re done” Y/N states picking up the full basket and setting it on the table Daryl placed for them.

“Judith his cousin right?” Negan asks hearing a ‘yes’ from the boy’s mom as he turns around to where he knew the girls were playing when they first started harvesting. “Then where is he?”

“What?” Her tone changed instantly as she turns around to look at the two girls. “Where could he have gone…” she tried to remain calm hopefully when she got closer to the two girls that Shepherd would appear in her line of sight but he hasn’t.

“Aunt Y/N?” Judith questions her presence and a sense of regret rose in her. “Uhm. Where’s Shepherd?”

“I should be asking you that Judith.” The sternness made those working around them come to a slow stop. “Shepherd wanted to play with you, but he’s not here. So what did you say to my son?”

“Y/N. Woah, tone it back”

“I’m sorry Rick but I’m not.” Y/N bites. “It’s only been ten minutes and my son hasn’t turned up to my voice. He could’ve gotten out and be lost out there. Or got stuck somewhere here. While you’re handling dangerous stuff.”

“He’ll turn up, sis. He couldn’t have gotten far”

“He wouldn’t have wandered off if your daughter wasn’t mean and told my son he couldn’t play with her!”

“Don’t blame this on Jude. You’re too busy keeping an eye and being nice with the prisoner that it’s your own damn fault for losing sight of your son” Rick snaps back and the regret didn’t set in until Y/N retracted herself away with that same anxious sad look on her face when she was taken by the Saviors. “Shit…”

“Dad…” Judith frowns looking up at her dad. “I told him he couldn’t play with us. I-I didn’t think he would run away”

“He didn’t run away, hun. He’ll turn up” Rick frowns about to ask Aaron to watch the girls when he watched him take his gloves off.

“I’m gonna grab Daryl and help Y/N find Shepherd, Gracie…” Aaron kneels to his daughter. “Stay with these Grimes. Okay?” He smiles when she nods before getting up and heading off.

“Aaron I—-“

“I think you need to sit with what you said to your sister. You’ve done plenty” Aaron gave him a pity smile before going to help his sister.

While the commotion was happening, Negan knew he had to go back to his cell if his watcher wasn’t going to watch him. But to his surprise, he found the currently sobbing child in his open cell knowing it would be the last place his mom would look for him.

“Hey kiddo…” Negan frowns moving to sit on the cot of his bed as Shepherd hid under a blanket right beside it. His little grass stained shoes peeking out gave him away. “Want to tell me what happened up there?”

“No…”

“Mm. You’re gonna have to tell your ma regardless. Just thought you’d want a friend” He states watching the blanket move to show his crying face as he looks over to him.

“Jude told me I couldn’t play with her cause I’m a baby” Shep frowns sniffling. “I’m not a baby, I’m four”

“Practically an adult” Negan states leaning against the wall. “She wasn’t thinkin’”

“She never thinks…Uncle Rick doesn’t either”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Of course there was more to it…

“He talks about mama behind her back…when she’s on her trips that aren’t safe for me” Shepherd frowns curling up as much as he could. “How she was stupid…to have me grow up without a dad…that she shouldn’t do anything without me cause she signed up for that…” the tears kept coming as his lip wobbles. “Am I a mistake…? Did mama make a mistake in having me? Not letting me have a dad?”

“Woah” Negan brought himself up and off the cot bringing himself to sit beside the kid. “I’m gonna be honest with you. If your mama didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be here. And your uncle was only thinking of himself when he said that. Cuz if you were my nephew, I would be stoked to hang out with yea. And this whole dad crap? Is bullshit”

“Language…”

“Whatever. Because you have a village. A huge family. You don’t need a dad. But you have one and we had this discussion before. Besides. Your mom? Loves you so much, hell enough for two parents, even beyond that. When she’d be walking the streets on a late return home, you’re the only thing she’s talking about to whoever she went on the trip with. And hell! You’re one of the greatest things to happen to her that it would have to take knocking her out to have her shut up about how much she loves yea.”

The little one continued to cry but he was smiling and felt a bit better to his words.

“Plus. The whole dad thing? Those guys hover a lot when they’re worried about their kid.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah and I KNOW. FOR A FACT” Negan yells emphasizing who’s eavesdropping. “THAT HES NOT LETTING HIMSELF BE KNOWN RIGHT NOW.”

The sigh didn’t go unnoticed when Daryl made his way down the steps with a worried look on his face. But he also wasn’t accompanied by Y/N, so he heard everything Shepherd said including the part about Rick.

“See? A dad. Don’t matter if he’s blood or not. And between you and me” Negan started to whisper to Shepherd as he leaned in. “You scored on the dad front, already scored with the mom. So double points” his words got a giggle out of the child that rose to his feet ditching the blanket and making his way to Daryl who knelt to be his level. But Shepherd stopped a second turning to Negan.

“Thanks Negan…”

“Anytime kid. Now go find your mom, before she flips Alexandria over just to find yea”

“He’s right on that. She will” Daryl smiles warmly and the warmth grew in his chest when Shepherd wrapped his arms around him making the archer instinctively pick him up. “…thanks” he tells Negan receiving a thumbs up from the guy before heading out with his son.

As the two made their way toward the running worried filled mother that came their way. Y/N started sobbing on sight instantly taking Shepherd into her embrace giving Daryl a thankful look.

“I’m sorry mama”

“No baby it’s okay…you just scared me a little” Y/N cries holding him close as Shep pushes back a bit so that he could wipe away her tears. “You care too much about me, baby”

“I wanna, mama” Shepherd gave a small smile when she kissed his cheek. “Can we go home?”

“Yes, yes we can…we can go home and hang out. Just you and me”

“And dad” Shepherd pointed to Daryl as that was the first time he referred to the archer as such that he tried to compose himself even if Y/N didn’t he bother trying to compose herself.

“Yeah” Y/N smiles through the tears extending her free hand, holding Shep up with her other arm, feeling Daryl instantly take it into his.

And dad.

[katiifaestarot]

The reading today is: What is this Painful Lesson in Your Life Trying to Teach You? ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ im not going into specifics; but focus on the first situation(s) OR lesson(s) that came TO YOUR MIND when you read that question!

☆This reading is very short and straight-to-the-point today! 🥹😭

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✨️🧚🏽‍♀️please choose your pile and may your intuition and inner knowing guide you to the pile with the energy most suited for you and most suited to help you along your path at this current point in time, no matter what that looks like🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

PILE 1- Protection

PILE 2- Strength

PILE 3- Peace

PILE 4- Caution

** sometimes ( most of the time ) i will pick up on multiple energies that need attention or want to be expressed during the reading so i ASK YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS DURING THOSE TYPES OF READINGS:

depending on how the reader(YOU) chooses to look at the situation or however the situation resonates for the reader(YOU) and because this is a general reading;

⚠️you HAVE to be able to use your better discernment + better judgement skills to fully absorb the message and be able to do the necessary work to keep you on track for the future you WANT for yourself⚠️

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OKAY PILE 1:

This current lesson is trying to teach you to protect your happiness//peace of mind so you STOP getting distracted by outside negativity that stops you from achieving your passions/goals/dreams/manifestations/plans/etc--

•what can YOU do to get rid of excess negativity and start protecting your happiness and going after your passion(s) again?

•what are your passion(s) ?

•what can you do more of that brings you joy? (BE SELFISH WHEN ANSWERING THIS ONE!)

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OKAY PILE 2:

this current lesson is trying to teach you to how to rely on yourself and trying to teach you mental fortitude so YOU stop having anxiety about the material world in general!!! ( not just monetarily )

•What can YOU do to help yourself right now? How can you feel more stable + secure within yourself and your immediate environment?

•What are you truly afraid of happening, and is it something you can work on or fix in your current reality?

-If yes, then why are you worried?

-If no, then why are you worried?

Focus on building trust within yourself before jumping to other ships and helping them stay afloat. This is about YOU, not anyone else. Dont escape!!!!!!

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OKAY PILE 3:

This current lesson is trying to teach you to CREATE a safe space for yourself and for your passions and ideas SO they can thrive and come to fruition.

You need this alone time and isolation period to nurture you and your passions!

•what fears/doubts are currently holding me back from chasing/achieving my passions?

•what can i do to create a more safe and spacious environment for myself AND working on my passions?

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OKAY PILE 4:

this current lesson is trying to teach you to move slow but with trust in yourself or your faith!

Sometimes, slow and steady wins the race, and even quicker movement(s) can happen when slowness is appreciated and trusted! 🐌🐢

•how can you trust yourself more (or again)?

•what would help you keep showing up for yourself in healthy ways?

•contemplate the tortoise and the hare fable.

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I sincerely hope you received what you needed and released what you don't !! See you again soon!! Take it easyyy and just breathe and fllooowwww!!! you got this! byyeee~🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

**please let me know how I'm doing in any way you can! that is the easiest way to support me and also a good way to signal to me that I should keep going + any helpful advice from the community would be welcomed and appreciated because i've been off tumblr for about 5years+ now and its all different n' shizz 🥺 🥹 🙏🏼

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**ONCE AGAIN, I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

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[bonny-kookoo]

Kaleidoscope: Heart

Tags/Warnings: Alien! Jungkook, Alien!Jimin, Alien!Yoongi, Human!Reader, strangers to lovers, poly!AU, tentacles (lord forgive me for I will sin), long tongues and sharp teeth and horns and tails and who's even surprised anymore?

Additional Chapter Warnings: soft, fluff, so much fluff

Length: short

Other content: Intro, Bonding

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After a few weeks of living together, everyone has gotten used to your ways of communication, your ways of putting each of them in some sort of role for you. It's very interesting to observe you each day, your behavior sometimes oddly charming in its own unique ways.

In short; you're just really cute.

Yoongi is also very much happy about the fact that you seem to actively seek him out for help nowadays, the wall of wariness finally overcome as he's become your first choice if anything starts to confuse or overwhelm you. Seasonal storms outside? If you don't want to sleep alone you can always sneak into Yoongis bed, even if the others are home too (they will actively cuddle you no questions asked). Can't read something in a store, but it looks interesting? Just pull on his sleeve, and make sure to point it out, and he will in detail try to explain to you what it is you're wondering about.

Jungkook at this point, has become a protector of sorts. The world outside can be scary, especially with all the new things you're experiencing, like traffic and seasonal festivals. Fear instantly glues you to his side, but his presence also boosts your curiosity; if he approaches something with no signs of worry, then you will go along as well, no questions asked. It makes Yoongi always keen on keeping an eye out for you both however; since Jungkook sometimes does forget that there's things he can easily deal with that could very much prove to be fatal- like certain foods or heights for example. You don't have the assistance of a tail and extra appendages to secure you on higher levels, nothing there to break your fall if you were to loose balance at any point.

And Jimin takes the full role of a more caring person for you.

Be it by making sure you take your vitamins and supplements every day, to keeping track of your doctors appointments; Jimin has it all together it seems. And while he takes great care of your physical body, he also makes sure to care for your mental health as well. His kind, after all, always thrives towards perfect balance in mind and body, so he makes sure you always know that with them, you're safe and protected and always cared for. Safety is an important factor to heal; and he knows, there's much for you to heal from.

"She sleeps a lot." Jungkook mumbles almost disappointed, watching you nap on the blankets laid out for you on the living room floor by Yoongi a few days earlier. You seem to appreciate that greatly, finally resting wherever, whenever- no longer worried of any danger with them around. "Is that normal?" He wonders, tapping your nose.

"Yeah, Humans do generally need around 7 hours of sleep at that age." Jimin nods, while Yoongi clicks his tongue.

"Jungkook, leave her be." He scolds, making the youngest alien in the room almost pout.

"But, why do those tiny bodies need so much rest. It doesn't make sense!" He says, sitting up now close to you while you stretch, before turning around and curling into a different position.

Jimin shrugs from the side, joining you on the blanket pile. "They're simply different. And considering everything, I'm glad she feels finally safe enough to be as vulnerable as right now around us." He hums with a small smile.

"True." Yoongi nods. "I didn't think she'd become so relaxed so quickly." He says more or less to himself.

"Well, we're simply the best mates ever." Jungkook scoffs. "So no surprise there."

"You're so cocky." Jimin teases, before he lays down close to you.

"No come on, you can't be serious." Jungkook whines, watching his mate pull you close to him before he closes his eyes. And much to his disagreement, yoongi joins in not long after. "Seriously?" He growls impatiently, making both aliens laugh a little to themselves while hugging you in one way or another.

"You're stupid." Jungkook huffs, though he does join in as well.

And ends up sleeping just as long as you, in fact.

[oinkoink321]

Blue Lock boys with a shy!reader

Blue lock boys x reader 

Featuring: Chigiri Hyoma, Rin Itoshi, and Yukimiya Kenyu

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none

Correct me if there’s any mistakes! Anyways enjoy 🫶🏽

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Chigiri Hyoma 🩷

At first, he’s very sweet and careful. He doesn’t wanna intrude your personal space and make you uncomfortable. When  you finally come out of your shell, he’s so happy and talks more and more with you. However, once you start to fall for him, he just makes you even more shy!

When you start dating, he takes things slow, just like when you became friends. You’re getting more comfortable and all he wants is to make you feel safe and secured. He’s just so beautiful, it’s hard NOT to get flustered if he compliments you. 

Ugh this man omg. He. Is. A. TEASE. He lovesss your reactions and thinks you’re adorable. It doesn’t help that he’s absolutely gorgeous either. He’ll catch you staring at him and be like “Like what you see?” (he makes me  weak.). Anyways he’s always making you feel flustered and all mushy inside and he’s THRIVING off it. 

Also, I can see him doing your hair and make up for you for an event. He wants you to feel pretty and confident there. He almost brings tears to his  eyes at how happy you look. He’s proud of you if you ever go up and finally talk to people. He’s always encouraging you step by step to come out of your shell and show people how lovable  and amazing you are. <3 

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Itoshi Rin 💙

He finds your presence relaxing and comforting. He likes to study with you because you’re not loud and you never annoy him. Sure, sometimes it is awkward because both of you are shy, but he’s okay with the silence. 

If someone is bothering you. He’s always defending you and standing up for you if you can’t seem to say anything. However, after that he lectures you to stand up for yourself and be more bold. 

I think you guys would be more of a physical touch or acts of service kind of couple. No words would be exchanged but he loves to be in your arms and take a nap, knowing he can relax with you. Likewise, he’ll do a lot of stuff for you, like cook or clean, or if you’re having a bad day, he orders your favorite food and you would watch your favorite movie together. 

You’re the person he goes to if something happens or if he’s having a bad day. You don’t push him for answers, but it’s nice to be with you when he’s sad/frustrated. He loves how If he talks, you’re always listening to every single word. He doesn’t feel pressured when he talks to you. You’re always there for him, and no amount of words can describe how grateful he is. 

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Yukimiya Kenyu 🧡

PRINCE CHARMING WHO?!?!?!?  He’s so gentle and kind (omg my heart). He finds your personality refreshing and cute. He wants to treat you like the princess you are. He’s always making sure you’re heard and that your opinion is taken into consideration. 

Also, he’s always inviting you to stuff if you guys became friends. He doesn’t want you to feel left out. He introduces you to Eita and Karasu so you can have more people to talk to. They both tease him about his lil crush on you. (Aww I love them) 

If you’re finally talking a lot, he’ll be quiet and listening to every single word. If you’re like “ah…I’m sorry I’m talking so much…”, he’d be like “no it’s okay, I like listening to you speak.” (HELLOO?!?!?/82&2&/&:&) He loves to listen to you speak and cherishes every time your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you love. 

If you’re overwhelmed with how many people there are, he hold you close and comforts you. He doesn’t ever overstep your boundaries and always you feel better. He wants you to be comfortable and to feel loved. He loves you so so much. 

[astroa3h]

Sabrina Carpenter & Her Venus Love Style Reading

Sabrina has Venus in the sign of Cancer @ 3 Degrees

— Sextile Mercury in the sign of Taurus @ 5 Degrees

First, let’s talk about Venus in Cancer. Venus is the planet of love, beauty, and attraction. When Venus is in Cancer, love takes on a nurturing, emotional, and home-centered vibe. Sabrina, with her Venus in Cancer, craves deep emotional connections. She’s not interested in surface-level flings; she wants the real deal. She’s the type who will go above and beyond for her partner, showering them with affection, care, and attention. Her love style is protective and nurturing. She wants to create a safe, cozy, and loving home environment for herself and her loved ones.

Now, let’s add 3 degrees to the mix, which brings some Gemini influence here - it is a Gemini degree. This degree suggests a charming and well-liked personality, which aligns perfectly with Sabrina’s public persona. Like Princess Diana, who had her natal Mercury at this degree, Sabrina’s Venus here makes her naturally charismatic and approachable. She has an easy-going charm that makes people gravitate towards her. This degree enhances her communication skills in love, making her adept at expressing her feelings in a way that’s both heartfelt and engaging. I sense that Sabrina’s ability to articulate her emotions beautifully is one of her standout traits in relationships.

Now, let’s look at that sextile to Mercury in Taurus at 5 degrees. Mercury, the planet of communication, in Taurus, suggests a practical and grounded way of thinking and expressing oneself. Taurus is stable, patient, and values consistency. Sabrina’s communication in relationships is likely to be straightforward, sincere, and reliable. She doesn’t play games; she’s all about honesty and clarity. 

The 5 degrees adds a Leo influence on this Mercury is crucial here. Leo degrees are linked to fame and recognition, but this one often comes with a cost. I sense that Sabrina’s path to fame hasn’t been without its challenges, especially in her personal relationships. The sextile aspect between Venus and Mercury means there’s a harmonious flow between her need for deep, emotional connection and her practical, straightforward communication style. She’s able to express her needs and desires clearly, which is a major asset in maintaining healthy relationships.

Let’s not sugarcoat this. Venus in Cancer can sometimes lead to clinginess and a tendency to hold onto past relationships or emotional wounds. Sabrina might struggle with letting go and moving on, preferring to nurture old connections even when they no longer serve her. This placement can also make her susceptible to mood swings and emotional turbulence in her love life. The Leo degree fame influence on her Mercury means that her words and actions in relationships are often magnified. This can lead to misunderstandings and conflicts being blown out of proportion. Sabrina needs to be mindful of how her communication is perceived, especially in the public eye. The cost of fame here is the constant need to manage her public persona while staying true to her emotional needs.

On the flip side, this Venus-Mercury sextile is a beautiful aspect for creativity and artistic expression. Sabrina’s ability to pour her emotions into her music and public appearances is a direct manifestation of this astrological influence. Her charm, eloquence, and emotional depth are her greatest assets, helping her connect with her audience on a profound level.

I sense that for Sabrina to find lasting happiness in love, she needs to focus on balancing her emotional needs with her public life. She should seek partners who appreciate her depth and are willing to support her through the ups and downs of fame. Clear communication, honesty, and mutual respect are key. Sabrina’s chart suggests that she thrives in relationships where she feels secure and valued for who she truly is, not just her public persona. By staying true to her emotional core and communicating openly, Sabrina can find the love and connection she craves!

xoxo Astro Ash 🤍✨ Get your own reading: astroash.net

[dreuuubullets]

Raising My Child While Honoring My Single Mom

Family is everything to me. As a single dad raising my son alongside my incredible mom, who’s also a single mother, our bond runs deep. We’ve faced our share of challenges, but through it all, the love we have for each other has been the glue that keeps us strong. My mom and my son are the heart of my world, and I’m committed to doing everything I can to give them the life they truly deserve.

Being a single dad isn’t always easy, but it’s a role I wouldn’t trade for anything. My son is my light, my reason to keep going, even when things get tough. Every laugh, every milestone, every moment we share is a reminder of the incredible journey we’re on together. I want to give him a life filled with love, security, and endless opportunities. I want him to grow up knowing that, no matter what, he’s supported and deeply loved.

My mom has been my rock through everything. She’s the one who’s shown me what it means to be resilient, to face adversity head-on, and to keep going no matter what life throws at you. As a single mother herself, she’s poured so much of her strength and love into our family, always putting us first. Now, it’s my turn to make sure she knows just how much she means to me. I want her to feel appreciated, to finally have a chance to rest, and to enjoy the fruits of all her hard work and sacrifices.

I know that life can be unpredictable, and there will be times when things don’t go as planned. But I also know that the love we share is stronger than any obstacle we might face. I’m committed to protecting that love, to nurturing it, and to doing everything in my power to ensure that my mom and son feel safe, happy, and valued.

Seeing either of them hurt or struggling is my greatest fear, and I would do anything to prevent that. It’s a driving force behind everything I do—every decision, every late night, every extra effort is for them. I want to be the dad who not only provides but also inspires, who shows up every day with love, patience, and the determination to make their lives better.

As a single dad, I’ve learned that love is about more than just words—it’s about actions. It’s about being there, making sacrifices, and showing up, even on the tough days. It’s about creating a home where my son feels cherished and where my mom knows that her sacrifices were worth it. It’s about building a future where they can both thrive, supported by the unbreakable bond we share.

This journey hasn’t always been easy, but it’s filled with moments that make it all worthwhile. The smiles, the laughter, the quiet times spent together—they’re the reasons I push forward. They’re the reminders that, no matter how hard it gets, this family is worth every bit of effort.

So, here’s to my mom and my son, the two people who mean the world to me. I will continue to do everything I can to give them the life they deserve, filled with love, joy, and stability. Because at the end of the day, there’s nothing more important than family, and I’m proud to be walking this journey with them, hand in hand.

[grandlinedreams]

Thirsty thot hours was yesterday, but I forgot because I got busy, so I'm sending this now - plus, we love Law thirst at all hours, let's be real. 💅🏼✨️

I see and love Dom!Law, but I submit to you: He's tired. He's always on edge, always trying to stay one move ahead in a constant battle of strategy, always balancing on a razors edge, always fighting, always surviving, always ON. He needs somewhere he can be off. And that's in the bedroom.

Relationships and romance are NOT something this dude has spared any thoughts over, so imagine how unprepared he is for a dominant s/o? They chase HIM, they tease HIM and poor dude is just SO out of his depth and rattled that he can never think straight around them. At first, he'll likely hate it, but once he realizes he can trust them? It's like a drug he can't get enough of.

He hasn't felt true security since he was a kid back in Flevance and, while it's a different brand of security, he finally has a space where it's safe to stop thinking.

I don't see him responding well to a super intense dom, but I can definitely see him thriving with a gentle dom. Hearing their praise, being held like something to be cherished, seeing how they get off on getting him off - it almost overwhelms him sometimes. He's more than happy to switch it up and take the reigns, but letting his s/o call the shots is what REALLY does it for him.

No thoughts. Head empty. Just Sub!Law, in my head, all day EVERYDAY-

Your MIND you're so right 🥺

Honestly I agree! I mean again, it truly has to be a meet in the middle kind of thing in when ans where appropriate in terms of physical relationship/wanting attention from him but yes ㅡ getting him to relax and let you call the shots/take care of him in all ways is >>

[ducki3qua3k]

Chapter 1: Welcome to Banban's Kindergarten

A/N: So by now I'm sure you must've heard of Garten of Banban, but if you haven't already Garten of Banban is an indie mascot horror game. It's become pretty popular recently with big streamers and YouTubers such as Markiplier, CaseOh, and other people playing it.

I first caught wind of it when the first game was released and I thought it was pretty good, so I continued to watch as the other games were released.

It's safe to say I have grown obsessed with it and it has almost become a comfort game for me. It's just too campy to hate, y'know. Anyways let me get back on topic, I decided to join the hype train and write a fanfic of it. I basically wanted to expand the world and give it a little more context.

I originally wrote it from a fem pov, but I'll try to write more gender-inclusive stuff in the future. I also decided to name your son Andy, but if you don't like it you can always change it. I mainly wanted to name him Andy after Andy from Child's Play and Andy from Toy Story (I also left a small Toy Story reference somewhere in the text lol).

Let me stop rambling and just cut to the story. I hope you enjoy this and if you do I might consider continuing this and dropping some other stuff if you're interested.

I don't even know where to begin... I made a lot of mistakes in life. Like a lot of mistakes.

For example, falling in love with my high school sweetheart, got pregnant, decided to keep the baby, and then had my parents kick me out. To top it all off, my high school sweetheart broke up with me, leaving me to navigate being a single mother alone.

But one mistake I never regretted was my son, Andy.

For a long while, I debated just giving the baby up for adoption and begging for my parents to take me back in. That was until I saw and held him in my arms for the first time. I instantly fell in love and knew I had to take care of him, no matter what happened.

I had managed to secure two jobs that helped pay the bills and found a small apartment for us to live in. The walls may have been thin, and the furniture may have been secondhand, but it was ours, a place where Andy could grow and thrive.

My scholarship was a saving grace, easing the financial burden of pursuing my education. Even though the days were long and exhausting, I pushed through, fueled by the determination to give Andy a better future. Juggling assignments, late shifts, and early mornings with a baby in tow was no easy feat, but every moment spent with Andy made it all worthwhile.

The sideways glances and hushed whispers that followed me as I navigated through the day were like a constant buzz in the background. People judged, people talked, but I had learned to tune them out. Their opinions didn't matter; what mattered was Andy's well-being and happiness.

As Andy grew older, he became a ray of sunshine in my life, his laughter filling our small apartment with warmth. Despite the challenges we faced, his presence brought joy and purpose to my days.

After finally settling into a routine of balancing work, school, and caring for Andy, life seemed to be slowly falling into place.

That was until recently...

Andy turned five, a milestone that brought both excitement and apprehension to my heart. As his birthday approached, the reality of enrolling him into kindergarten loomed over me like a dark cloud, casting shadows of uncertainty and worry.

I knew the time had come to take the next step, to send Andy off to his first school experience. It was a moment I had been dreading, knowing that once he stepped into that classroom, he would be taking a leap into the world beyond our little cocoon of safety and familiarity.

It was during one of our routine walks around the neighborhood that I first caught wind of the new kindergarten opening up near us. The news spread like wildfire among the parents, whispers of a state-of-the-art facility with promises of innovative teaching methods and a vibrant learning environment.

The air was heavy with tension, filled with the murmurs of worried parents and the occasional sound of a ringing phone. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, each second dragging on in agonizing silence. I couldn't bear the uncertainty, the gnawing fear that gripped my heart like a vice.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a stern-faced officer called my name. My heart leaped into my throat as I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me. I trailed behind him as we walked down a lengthy corridor, the bright fluorescent lights flickering above us, offering a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

We entered a small, dimly lit room, and I took a seat across from the officer, my hands trembling in my lap. He fixed me with a serious gaze, his eyes searching mine for any hint of emotion.

"We've been investigating the school," he began, his voice steady but grave. "And I'm afraid to say that we haven't found any trace of your son, Andy, or any of the other children who were in the kindergarten that day."

My heart plummeted into the depths of despair, an icy chill spreading through my veins. Andy, my sweet, innocent boy, was missing without a trace. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had to stay strong for Andy.

"Please, is there anything else you can tell me? Any leads, any clues?" I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.

The officer shook his head solemnly, his expression pained. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We're doing everything we can to find out what happened, but it's like they've all vanished into thin air."

I felt a surge of frustration and helplessness wash over me. How could this be happening? Where was my precious Andy? The officer promised to keep me updated with any recent developments, but as I left the station, a heavy weight settled in the pit of my stomach.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into a torturous eternity of not knowing. The constant ache of uncertainty gnawed at my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing Andy again, of never hearing his laughter or feeling his small arms wrapped around me in a tight hug.

And so, fueled by a mother's love and desperation, I made a decision. As the darkness of night descended upon the city, I gathered my resolve and set out to uncover the truth behind Banban's Kindergarten and find my missing son, no matter the cost.

I got past the gate and endless police tape before reaching the door. I took out a lock pick, and after a couple of attempts, finally opened the door.

I took a deep breath in and prepared myself to discover whatever was going on with this school and find my son.

As I entered the building, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The once colorful and warm interior filled with excited kids racing through the halls now felt lonely and unnerving.

I glanced at the mural on the wall of the school's mascots. From what you remember Andy telling you, there's Banban, Banbanleena, Jumbo Josh, Stinger Flynn, Opila Bird, and Captain Fiddles.

It was a strange batch of characters that would make most children excited, but you just found them unsettling. Especially Banban, the supposed leader and main character. You've always found something off about him, especially with his weird obsession with pancreases and the fact you weren't exactly sure what he was. Some kind of devil or red monster?

I brushed it off and carefully began to explore the area. I noticed most of the doors required a key card to get past, and one door seemed to be a maintenance room.

I looked around for the key to the door, before finding a blue key card sitting on the reception desk. I unlocked the door and found a remote and drone waiting inside.

Unfortunately, it needed batteries, but fortunately enough, I found a note with familiar handwriting. It was Andy's.

I quickly skimmed it to see what he could've possibly written. It read: 'Dear Mommy, I am hiding in a room, but I have to fight the monster. It's the only way to make Claire like me' with two stick figures which seemed to be him and another girl Claire, trying to fight some strange bird.

I quickly put a hand over my mouth to choke back a sob. I felt so relieved to know he was alright, but now I had to worry about finding him.

With renewed determination, I set out to locate the batteries for the drone. I scoured the cafeteria area, my eyes scanning every corner until I spotted two batteries tucked away in a forgotten corner.

Returning to the maintenance room, I swiftly inserted the batteries into the drone, a soft hum filling the air as it came to life. Since I couldn't reach the button, I decided to use the drone to push it instead and somehow it worked.

As the doors of the mysterious kindergarten creaked open, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at my quick thinking. The drone had come through for me, pushing the unreachable button and granting me access to the unknown corridor beyond.

However, that fleeting sense of pride quickly dissipated as the doors swung wide open, revealing a dark, empty corridor that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Before me lay a large indoor playground, designed to mimic a forest setting, complete with artificial trees and foliage. In the center of the room, I saw the bird once more, perched in front of a boarded-up ball pit. This time, however, it appeared to be a lifeless, animatronic figure rather than a living creature.

That's when I noticed a message scrawled on the wall behind the bird, written in bold letters: 'Opila Bird mission! Opila Bird is unbelievably hungry! Find all 6 eggs to get your prize.'

I figured that finding these eggs would somehow open the blocked-off room, so I searched around for any of the eggs.

I managed to find all of them and fed them to the Opila bird. With a mechanical whirr, the bird's eyes glowed a bright red, and a high pitched, shrieking noise emanated from its beak. It opened its maw and, to my surprise, spat out a yellow key card onto the ground.

I pocketed the key card and made my way towards the classroom across from the playground.

The door creaked open with a soft groan, revealing a small, brightly colored classroom.

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar sight of colorful plastic chairs and tables arranged haphazardly around the space. A whiteboard stood at the front of the room, the words 'the end is near' scrawled across it in messy handwriting.

In the corner of the room, a solitary chair sat surrounded by a low barrier of yellow glass, a sign above it declaring it as the 'naughty corner. The idea of a child actually being forced to sit there rubbed you the wrong way, but you supposed it was a much more humane type of punishment than the ones you've heard of.

My attention was drawn to a yellow card reader mounted on the wall near the time-out corner. Remembering the key card I had obtained from the Opila bird, I inserted it into the reader. A button lit up, prompting me to direct the drone to press it once more.

As the button was pushed, a blue locker in the corner of the room clicked open, revealing its contents.

Inside, a crumpled note with the words 'distraction 1' caught my eye, accompanied by a sturdy hammer resting beside it. The significance of the note eluded me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it held a clue to the mysteries surrounding this strange kindergarten.

Recalling the boarded-up ball pit in the playground, I knew the hammer could be the key to unlocking the next phase of my search for Andy. I pocketed the note and the hammer before making my way back to the playground.

I stepped forward, raised the hammer, and began to methodically pry away the wooden boards with each thud of the hammer against the wood reverberating through the room.

As the last board clattered to the ground, I cautiously stepped into the ball pit room, my eyes widened in shock at the sight that greeted me.

The room was dominated by a gaping, dark hole that seemed to stretch endlessly into an ominous abyss. The darkness within was so deep and consuming, it felt as though it could swallow me whole.

Questions raced through my mind in a frantic whirl. How could such a perilous void exist within an elementary school? What if a child accidentally stumbled and fell into this treacherous pit of darkness? The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine, a chill that gripped me with a sense of foreboding.

After a momentary pause, I noticed another yellow key card reader and inserted the card.

Suddenly, a faint whirring sound filled the air, and to my surprise, a ski lift descended from the ceiling, its metallic frame gleaming in the dim light. The unexpected sight left me momentarily stunned, but I quickly composed myself and took a seat, the soft hum of the lift's machinery resonating around me.

Pressing the button on the wall, the ski lift ascended slowly, carrying me above the dark expanse below. The lack of railings made me squirm a bit in my seat, the precariousness of the situation not lost on me. Every creak of the lift, every sway, felt like walking across a tightrope.

As the ski lift came to a halt, I disembarked, my heart racing with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Before me loomed a puzzling challenge. The mascots of the kindergarten lined up with the enigmatic question, 'What's my color?' scrawled on the wall. Banban, Banbanleena, Opila, each with their distinct hues, their animated eyes seeming to follow my every move.

Furrowing my brow in concentration, I racked my brain, recalling the colors of each mascot as if my son's fate depended on it.

From what you recalled, Banban was red, Banbanleena was white, Jumbo Josh was green, Captain Fiddles was light purple, Opila was pink, and Stinger Flynn was orange.

My answer must've been right, because the lights all lit up green and unlocked the locker. With cautious optimism, I reached out to grab the orange key card that emerged from the newly opened locker.

However, my fleeting moment of triumph was abruptly shattered by the low hum of machinery coming to life. A chill ran down my spine as I turned to see the familiar, ominous figure of the bird from earlier, now looming closer as it was carried towards me by the mechanism of the ski lift.

Its red eyes gleamed malevolently in the dim light, and I could feel the weight of its gaze bore into me. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, and a sense of urgency gripped my heart. This was no time for celebration; danger lurked just around the corner, ready to pounce.

Instinct kicked in, adrenaline fueling my actions as I swiftly pocketed the orange key card and scanned the room for a means of escape. The ski lift groaned ominously as it drew nearer, the bird's presence casting a shadow over my every thought. I needed to act fast and think faster.

Without a moment's hesitation, I grabbed my trusty drone, its familiar hum a comforting buzz in the midst of chaos. With a steady hand, I maneuvered it towards the looming bird, a bead of sweat trickling down my temple.

"Come on...Come on!" I whispered urgently, willing the drone to hit the button with precision. Time seemed to slow as the drone closed the distance, the birds advance relentless. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, a symphony of fear and determination playing in my veins.

And then, with a sharp click, the button was pressed. A surge of relief flooded through me as a pathway materialized out of the wall. Without hesitation, I leaped onto the newly formed path, my heart pounding in rhythm with my frantic steps.

The bird, now in hot pursuit, its presence a looming threat at my heels, drove me forward. The urgency of the moment was palpable, each heartbeat a thunderous drumbeat in my ears. The other side beckoned, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

With a final, desperate leap, I cleared the gap and landed on the opposite platform, my breath ragged in my chest. The emergency stop button caught my eye, a last resort in the face of danger. With a swift motion, I inserted the orange key card; the mechanism whirring to life at my touch.

A cacophony of screeches filled the air as the bird, now thwarted in its pursuit, plummeted into the dark abyss below. The resounding thud reverberated through the room, a grim reminder of the peril that lurked within this twisted place.

As the sound of the bird’s demise disappeared, I paused to compose myself, calm my racing heart, and gather my resolve. I finally got up and decided to continue on my journey.

The adrenaline from narrowly escaping the relentless Opila bird still pulsed through my veins as I approached the door at the end of the hallway.

With a deep breath, I inserted the orange key card into the slot, the metallic click echoing in the empty hallway. The door slid open with a faint hiss, revealing a dimly lit room beyond.

Steeling myself, I stepped inside; the door shutting with a soft thud behind me. The room was smaller than I expected, barren except for a few mismatched chairs and a desk with a computer perched on top.

My eyes landed on a card reader hidden under the desk, its red light beckoning me forward. Without hesitation, I activated it with the orange key card, not knowing what to expect next. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath my feet, and before I could react, half of the floor slid down, revealing a hidden elevator shaft.

I watched in awe as an elevator ascended from the depths below, its metal doors opening with a soft ding. Hope surged within me as I realized this might be the way to find my missing son, Andy. Without a second thought, I stepped into the elevator; the doors closing behind me with a mechanical hum.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until the lights abruptly started flickering a sinister shade of red, bathing the small space in a crimson glow.

A low, guttural growl reverberated through the metal walls, sending shivers down my spine. Panic welled up within me as I frantically searched for the source of the ominous sound. Suddenly, a massive clay hand clamped onto the railing of the elevator, causing it to lurch and shake violently.

I staggered, trying to maintain my balance as a colossal figure loomed into view. It was Jumbo Josh, but this version was grotesque, almost monstrous, in its clay-like form. Before the situation could escalate further, the elevator plummeted, sending us both into a free fall, the world spinning around us in a dizzying blur.

The sudden drop stole my breath, and as darkness closed in around me, I could only brace myself for what awaited at the bottom of this unexpected descent.

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BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic] - Chapter 16!!!

I really love The New Dad Yorick scene from the end of chapter 16. It has me so soft. It’s coming off of really high emotions & it’s just the most beautiful (& probably healthiest in his whole life) catharsis.

It’s important to remember that this is someone who has just turned 18, & spent 5-6 years of his life watching someone he cared about repeatedly have miscarriages or stillbirths or babies that barely survived a week only for the last one to ultimately kill her. So he gets told that not only has his friend & wife survived, but she’s recovering & she & the baby are both healthy & he’s so relieved that for a moment he’s kind of emotionally numb for a minute. Because he hasn’t really gotten to enjoy anything for some 10 years without the other shoe immediately dropping & the whole affair getting soured in his memories. Baby Rhea being born safely & healthily is very much one of the only things that stands out to him as solely positive with nothing bad happening.

It’s also the first time that Shireen & Yorick have actually said that they love each other. They’d been dancing around it for several months at that point, but neither had really been able to say as much because it’s awkward. It’s an arranged marriage & feelings beyond their initial friendship or “I want you so bad” definitely came later, but their daughter made it easier to actually finally admit/made it less uncomfortable to actually admit. There’s big, overwhelming emotions all around & they’re both just so full of love that it all has to spill out. Baby!Rhea is a tiny catalyst like that.

She made her parents admit that they’re in love & she also definitely awoke something in Yorick. He’s traumatized & scared & he’s so convinced there’s something wrong with him & he has daddy issues so severe they could probably blot out the sun, but being able to admit he’s in love with his wife & being able to hold his daughter is just…it doesn’t fix him but it is incredibly healing. Yorick is love starved & convinced his dad hates him/has never felt paternal ever, & so he feels those things he got denied in a healthy way & it just makes him so unwell. 

She was beautiful and perfect and Yorick would burn cities if she ever asked him to. He finally swallowed down the lump in his throat, and quiet tears fell from his eyes.

“You will only ever have the best of me,” he whispered, “and you will never feel unsafe as long as you have me.” Yorick could be the man his own sire never was, and he would move the seven heavens themselves if that was what it took to make sure whatever was wrong with the rest of them never touched her.

This is a guy who is ready to commit atrocities in the name of protecting his small (but steadily growing till there’s 7 fucking kids) family & would probably slice himself open if it meant one of their wellbeings. Very “there may be something wrong with me, but I will be better & more than I had because this isn’t about me & my child deserves nothing but happiness & security.” This is very, very much a foundational scene for the direction Yorick winds up going: wife guy family man who has finally grown into having been dad shaped since the moment he was parenting himself at 8-years-old, who channels his deep seated rage issues into protecting his family.”

And the best part of all this? The little girl who’s only going to get the best of everything Yorick has to offer? Who her dad is going to make sure never suffers the kind of indignities or unhappiness as his mom? She’s named after Lady Rhea. The first broken spoke in the wheel of the toxic, abusive cycle that the Roycegaryens’ mom got trapped in & crushed under shares her name. The first Rhea Royce may have been a casualty of the dragon eating itself, but this one gets to thrive & spearhead her family’s healing arc.