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Daryl admits his feelings towards Y/n while she's asleep. She then dreams of the words he confessed to her. But was it really a dream? Or a reality?

Fluff/smut

Adjusting to this world hasn't been the easiest. I still remember the first day seeing the sign, “Welcome To The Alexandria Safe Zone. MERCY for the lost. VENGEANCE for the plunderers.”

I didn't want to believe it. I mean who would? After seeing this world turn to shit and the people with it, you can't trust anyone anymore. It’s a sick joke really. But I went in anyway that day. And god was I scared. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. Kids playing, people gardening, doctors doctoring. It wasn't real. When you're on your own for many years out there, these things are just a fantasy. A sick, twisted fantasy. That was also the first day I met Daryl Dixon. He was very intimidating looking, but my god, he was by far the most attractive man I've ever laid my eyes on. I would NEVER admit that to him though.

He was the first person to even really give me a chance and speak to me.

“What’s your name?”

Daryl could sense you were still skeptical, but he didn't want to stay away from you. The moment he saw you walk through those gates, he knew he'd find out about you. And he vogued to himself he would keep you safe. He didn't even know you, but the power you already had over him was indescribable. The first thing that caught his eyes were those soft, innocent brown eyes. He was a sucker for them. They were like a magnetic pull that he couldn't stray away from.

“Y/n.”

Y/n he thought. Pretty name for a pretty girl. She couldn't even look him in the eyes when he would speak to her. Daryl just thought she must of not been interested, but that wasn't the case for her. She was just nervous. I mean shit, look at him. Who wouldn't be?

FEW MONTHS LATER:

“Maggie, are you kidding me? I can't just walk up to someone and say that. That’s totally inappropriate.” She is actually insane. She really believes if I walk up to Daryl and tell him to fuck me senseless, somehow he’ll feel the same way and BOOM! Happily ever after!

She's my best friend, but fuck she really has no filter. I guess thats why I love her so much. She shoots shit straight.

“It just doesn’t work that way. We aren't in a porno. We’re in an apocalypse. Besides, I really don't think he feels the same way. I mean if he did, don't you think he would have already told me?” In my mind, I really hope he does. But the most reasonable answer is that he just likes me as a friend. Friend-zoned as they say.

“First off, it can work that way if you weren't a pussy. And second, just because we are in an apocalypse does not mean we can't find love. Thats the whole reason we are trying to build a new future Y/n.” Fuck. She was right. “And also, theres no way in hell he doesn’t feel the same way about you. The first day you came here he was following you like a lost puppy. You always go on runs together, and you both look at each other like you're both madly in love. Makes me sick honestly,” Maggie said while grinning at me.

Everything she said was right. Since the first day, we haven't been apart. He's the only person I'm truly comfortable around and trust, but do I want to ruin what we have over an idea I have in my head about us? Thats a big risk to take, and would be extremely embarrassing if he didn't feel the same way.

“Did it work for you with Glenn?” I nudge at Maggie while she's fixing her hair.

“Did what work?” You laugh at how oblivious she is to the question that you just asked her. “Telling Glenn to fuck you senseless so he’d fall in love with you?” You spit out barely being able to even finish the sentence without bursting into a fit of laughter.

She laughs at my question and turns to look at me.

“No, but thats not the point. You never know Y/n, he may admit to you sooner than you realize.”

You wanted to believe that. You wanted Daryl to come over right now and tell you how he felt about you. But that wasn't likely. It wasn't likely he’d come over and kiss you like you were leaving the earth that day. Or him taking you to his room to show you how much he loved you and wanted you to be with him. To hear him pant out your name in need and desperation. It just wasn't likely.

It had been a few hours since your conversation with Maggie, and you were deep in your thoughts. You were sitting outside of your house, on your porch, watching a crew work in the garden. Should you really just walk up to him and tell him that?

No. Absolutely not.

You wouldn't even have the balls to even form a sentence with the word fuck. You couldn't stop thinking about Daryl tho. Could he possibly think about you the way you think about him? Did he think about you late at nights when you were lonely? You started to close your thighs in desperation.

Stop it Y/n. Now is not the time.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ab sunshine?”

Sunshine.

That fucking nickname. Daryl gave you that name after spending many days with each other. Every time you’d both go on a run together, if he needed you, you’d hear that nickname. You never got tired of hearing it come out his mouth. The way it slipped so perfectly out of his mouth. Like that name was made for me. It always made you blush, and he knew that.

You look up at Daryl and give him a soft, welcoming smile and you huff. “Just thinking, nothing important.” You look back to the people working in the garden. You feel Daryl’s presence next to you as he sits. His shoulders almost touch yours, and you hold your breath to make sure you don’t make it obvious by the simple gesture. You turn your head slightly just enough to take a look at his features. He has these little crinkles near his eyes that you’ve never noticed before until now. He was so beautiful. Handsome even. You catch yourself staring at him, so you turn your head back to what you were once looking at.

“Anythin’ you’re thinkin’ about, is important to me ya know? So tell me Y/n, what’s goin on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Daryl wanted to know what you were thinking about. He always did. He could read your facial expressions like a book. But sometimes, he just can’t pin what that head of yours is thinking. But he was gonna find out. He always did. He knew he always got his way with you. He trusted you, so he wanted you to trust him as well. He looked at her and saw her cheeks turn a deep red shade. Was it something I said? He kept his eyes on you to see if you’d ever speak up.

“Do you think Harry Styles is still alive?”

Do what?

That’s what she’s been thinking about this whole time? Harry Styles?!? He couldn’t help but giggle at the simple answer to his question. You always had a way with words. He doesn’t blame you for asking, he knew you were a big fan of the man before the world went to shit.

“Erm I- I don’t know really. I do know this though. He wouldn’t of been able to keep you safe the way I have.”

Shit. That was too much. He looks at Y/n, only to see the biggest smile on her face. He loved seeing her like this. Like there was nothing else in the world that mattered at that moment. He was obsessed. He wanted you to know how he felt, but he didn’t know how to put it. He never has. He wanted you to know he thought about you constantly. He wanted you to know he thinks about you when he’s lonely.

That’s he thinks about you when he touches himself. God he wants you to know. But he doesn’t want to scare you.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. No one could protect me like you have.”

He was shocked to hear those words come out of her mouth. But it felt good to hear. To know that he was the one keeping you safe.

Only him.

They both sat in silence, not speaking a word for a moment while they watched the sunset. This was one of their many traditions. Sitting in silence and taking in a moment that brings peace for once in this world. It was such an innocent, calming act you two loved doing together.

You started to yawn and Daryl took notice almost immediately. He’s so attentive.

“You can put your head on my shoulder. Y-you know if you’d like to of course. It won’t bother me none.”

He was nervous. The stuttering in his voice made him want to mentally punch himself. He wanted you so badly to put your head on his shoulder. He wanted to feel you against him, just for a little while at least. There was never a time he didn’t want you around him.

You take up his offer and you place your head on his shoulder and start to slowly feel yourself drift to sleep. Fuck. You don’t remember getting so sleepy. Moments pass, and you are sound asleep with the sun going down. Daryl takes this time to admire your beauty. The freckles on your face, covering just about every inch of it. He loved them. The curve of your nose, the shape of your lips. He couldn’t get enough of it.

If only he could kiss you, and taste your lips just once.

You were truly stunning. He wanted to tell you that. He wanted to scream to the universe how fucking beautiful you were. He knows how hard you struggle with your self image. He would let you know every single day, how worthy and beautiful you are.

As he keeps his hold on you, he starts to imagine you in his bedsheets with nothing covering you but them. The way your body would fit perfectly in his sheets, like they were molded just for you, and only you. He starts to feel flustered and guilty he’s even thinking of you in that way.

He knows a beautiful girl like you could never feel the same about some redneck. He hasn’t blinked once since staring at your face. He sees your mouth slightly open while sleeping. He smirks slightly and takes a mental picture, so he can remember this moment.

“You have no idea what you do to me sunshine. No fuckin’ idea.” He hastily blurts out. “I would worship the ground you’d walk on, if you let me. I-I think I’m in love with you.” He doesn’t know why he’s deciding now to confess how he feels, but words just keep falling out of his mouth. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way about me, I mean who would. I know I’m not much, but I could give you everything you’d want in a man.” He continues his rant like no one is listening besides himself. “I don’t want to be without ya. You’re on my mind 24/7. You are the only thing that crosses my mind when I wake up in the morning. And those brown e- fuck- those brown eyes Y/n. The way you look at me with them, just makes me want to fuck you right then and there.” He can’t believe he just said that. But he doesn’t care, he knows you’re asleep.

He takes a deep breath in and out before he takes one more look at you. He then decides to take you home and let you get comfortable in your own bed. Probably much more comfortable than laying on someone’s shoulder. He hooks your legs under his triceps and cradles you bridal style into your home. He walks up the stairs slowly and quietly to make sure you don’t wake up. He finally reaches your room and peaks through the door to spot where your bed is. He sees, and maneuvers his way to the bed.

He lays you down gently and tucks you in. He sees a strand of your brown hair falling against your face, so he lightly tucks it behind your ear. He smiles to himself, then faces the door and heads out to go home.

“I- I think I might be in love with you.”

“And those innocent brown eyes Y/n. The way you look at me makes me want to fuck you right then and there.”

You wake up abruptly and very confused. You kept replaying those words in your head over and over again trying to make sure what you heard was right. Did you have a dream about him? Or did he really say that to me? You were so confused, but you wanted an answer. You wanted to know.

As you get up and get dressed, you try to remember the moments right before you fell asleep. You smile remember how sweet Daryl was to offer his shoulder to you after he noticed you yawn. Maybe it was a dream.

“That’s it.” You finally decide to man up and just ask him straight up if he said those words, or if it was in face just a silly dream. As you walked out the door, you see the gates open to Daryl walking inside. He must of went on a run early this morning you thought.

Walking up to Daryl, you started to get cold feet. He notices you walking towards him and starts to put a smile on his face. You see the grin and butterflies immediately go off in your belly. You had it bad for him.

“Hey, you went on a run this morning?”

“Yeah, didn’t find shit tho. Wasn’t really a good run. Got my hand cut for no reason too.”

You take a hold of his hand to inspect the nasty cut that’s appeared on his palm. You need to get this treated right away.

Daryl looks at the way your inspecting his cut. He’s never had someone care for him the way you do. No one ever paid attention or cared when he got injured. Not that this cut even hurt him, but it’s still the thought of you wanting him to be okay.

“Cmon. I got some bandages at my place and I can get you stitched up.”

Daryl didn’t disagree or say no to you. He never could. You were his weakness and he didn’t care. He followed you to your house and into your room.

You say him down on the edge of the bed and you grabbed a chair to sit next to him so you can stitch up his hand.

You weren’t a doctor here, but you knew how basic stitches worked. It wasn’t rocket science.

Daryl watched you as you prepared everything together. He was getting a queasy feeling in his belly knowing you’d be super close to him and touching him. He watched as you finally took a seat next to him and grabbed his hand forcefully.

“Sorry, I, um, didn’t mean to grab you so hard.”

He nobs his head signaling it was okay. The way you pulled his hand towards you, made a slight tightness appear in his jeans.

Fuck.

No. Not now. Please not now. You’re just touching his hand and he’s already got a rock hard boner in his pants.

You start to numb his hand with some cream and begin stitching. Carefully placing the needle in all the spots that are needed. You glance ever so often to make sure he’s okay. He gives you an approval nod everytime you look his way.

He’s so good looking right now, but you really don’t need to be distracted right now. When did his hands get so big? Have they always been this size? You can only image how they would feel around your neck, or grabbing your ass. Squeezing them both. How his fingers would feel in your mouth. Or even inside of you.

Your breathing starts to get a little heavy, and your cheeks start to turn a dark shade. You really hope Daryl didn’t notice.

Oh I notice.

“You’re gonna think that pretty little head of yours off, ya know that?”

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking about something. And I wanna know, so go on, what is it?”

Please tell me.

You finish up his stitches and bandage his palm up. You don’t know what to say to him. He wants you to tell him what you’re thinking but you don’t know how to say it. You get up from the stool and turn to face the dresser that’s near the wall.

You weren’t going to tell him what you were just thinking about. But you decided to finally man up and tell him about this so called “dream” you had last night. You wanted it to be true so bad. You didn’t think you’d actually do it.

“Um, I had a dream last night. A-and you were also in this dream of mine.”

There’s an uncertainty in your voice. You’re nervous. He can tell. But there’s nothing to be nervous about. So what you had a dream about him. That’s doesn’t bother him. He watches you intently, seeing if there’s anything else to add. He’s enjoying how shy you’re acting about this. Did something else happen? Was it something sexual? Is that why you’re being so cautious about what you’re saying?

“You told me you think you might be in love with me and y-you…

Daryl took notice of your stuttering, but he was also picking up the pieces to this dream. It wasn’t a dream, and he knew it. He said this to you.

“And I what?” Daryl doesn’t hold back any questions. He wants to know what you’re about to say. He knows it’s what he told you last night, but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear it come out of your mouth only. He was starting to get nervous himself as he sees you pace back and forth.

“You said something about my brown eyes, and then something else but that was it. Nothing important really.”

There it was. That last sentence.

You said something about my brown eyes.

Quiet. Silence. That’s all there was as a few moments passed. Not a word has been said. Daryl sits still on the edge of the bed and Y/n still facing the wall.

“I shouldn’t have said anything about this dream I had. I’m really sorry I brought it up. If I made you uncomfortable Daryl I’m really, truly sorry.” Is she apologizing right now?

“I should go.”

As you being you walk out, Daryl speaks up after the defeating silence that was going on for too long. His voice makes you stop in your tracks and you stare at the door. You know why you admitted about the dream. You wanted to know the truth. You wanted to see if you were dreaming or it was a reality.

“I need to tell you something.”

You turn around to see Daryl staring at you. Not taking his eyes off of you. You gulp at the way he keeps his hold on you. Looking at like you like you’re the only person in the world.

“You know. That dream ya had? It sounds awfully a lot like what I said last night.” Fuck. Why did I just admit that? She’s gonna leave. She’s gonna walk right out the door and think I’m a complete weirdo and creep. Why isn’t she running?

Daryl looks at you, as you slowly start to walk towards him. Walking a little too slow for his comfort. You’re so powerful, and you have no idea. You move in between his open legs, puts your hands to the back of his neck, and you hold. You stare into his eyes.

“Is it true? My eyes? Do they make you want to fuck me right here and now?”

Holy fuck.

The tightness in my pants is painful at the moment. Hearing those filthy words come out of your mouth just did a million things to him. God I want to fuck her so bad.

“Y-yes.”

She smirks at his sudden stuttering. You look down at his lips and back to his eyes. You’ve never been this confident, but you don’t want to stop. You’re enjoying how he’s reacting.

“You’re insane.”

“If you don’t feel the s-“

“You’re insane to think I don’t feel the same way about you Dixon.”

Dixon.

He’s never heard you call him that before. The sudden nickname made his dick twitch in his pants. He’s starting to get anxious at your actions. You’re starting to think she’s just messing with you at this point.

“Please don’t play with me Y/n.”

“I’m not. I swear.”

She pushes his hair from his face and stares deeply into his eyes. He closes them and hums out of satisfaction. This simple act, is making his dick become harder and harder. He’s aching.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He finally confesses while she’s actually awake. He grabs her waist and softly pulls her into so he can feel her body against him. She’s so soft. And delicate.

“So prove it. Show me.”

Daryl looks into your eyes and licks his lips. He moves his hands from her waist and slides them down the side of her thighs. He can tell she’s being genuine about this. She wants it just as much as he does.

“Can I kiss you? Please?”

Daryl is so desperate for you. He needs to hear you say yes. He needs to hear the words. You nod your head reassuring this is what you want. Daryl makes a disapproving tick noise with his mouth.

“Nu uh. Words sunshine. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

He is smiling from ear to ear. He can’t hold it back. He stands on his two feet, moves his hands from your waist, and moves them to your face. He leans his face into yours and finally gets to feel what’s he’s dreamed months of.

Their lips connect and they are slow at first. Daryl wants to take in this moment and never let go. The way your lips are molded perfectly into his. It’s like a fucking fairytale. Is she wearing cherry chapstick?

Fuck me. Just fuck me Y/n.

She hums in approval as Daryl suddenly quickens the pace. As they move faster, teeth start clashing and moans start to spill out. Daryl catches every breathy moan you let out into his own mouth. He wants it all.

You pull at Daryl’s hair and he whimpers.

Oh my god.

You know for a fact, that was single handily the hottest noise you’ve ever heard come out of a man’s mouth. And for it to be Daryl’s, you’re losing your mind.

Their bodies are so close together it’s almost suffocating. They’ve never felt like this before ever. While lips are still on one another, they move towards the bed and Daryl sits down with his feet planted on the floor. Y/n contemplates whether or not to straddle him, but she goes for it. She sits down and places her hands back in Daryl’s hands and leans her lips back in. Daryl moves his hands under your ass and grabs. You push your body upwards and hit against something devastating.

A small little whimper pours out of your mouth, and Daryl does his best to keep his calm and not fuck you right there.

He moves to your inviting neck, and starts to nip and pick at the glowing skin. He wants to let everyone know your his, and he wants everyone to know of what you two have just done. He wants everyone to know that only he makes you feel this way. Only him.

“D-Daryl.”

Pathetic.

You sounded so fucking pathetic under his arms, and under his lips. Daryl groans from the way you said his name. He starts to rock your hips back and forth on his very apparent strain in his jeans. He can’t hold back the small little moans slipping from his lips. He grabs the ends of your shirt and suddenly stops kissing at your skin. He takes a moment to look into your eyes. All he sees is lust and need.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Good girl? You sucked in a sharp breath with the name he just called you. You’ve never been called good girl before, but god did you enjoy the way it fell from his lips.

He takes of your shirt and is genuinely stunned by what he sees. You have the most illuminating body, the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. All he can think about is how this is all for him, and no one else.

Daryl starts to kiss down your neck to your breasts. Your breathing begins to become staggered and labored. He loves knowing your absolute puddy with his touch. He loves knowing he’s making you feel this way.

He finds his way to the back of your bra, and unhooks it. As it falls to the floor, he starts to kiss Y/n in a feverish pace and pushes up against something that he knows needs attention.

He moves his mouth towards your breasts and find his mouth on your perked nipple. He takes one little lick on the hard nub and looks into your eyes. He wants to watch how you react to these actions.

“O-oh my god.” You breath out. This feels so fucking good. His mouth feels like a fever dream.

Daryl growls into your chest, and closes his eyes and keeps licking and nipping at your nipples. He starts to pay attention to the other nipple and does the same thing. He’s watching intently as you keep your eyes shut and head leaned back with pleasure.

“You look so pretty for me right now. The prettiest fucking girl.”

She mewls. She fucking mewls.

Does she get off to my words?

“Do you like when I talk to you like that? Huh, sunshine? Do you like when I tell you how good you look sitting on my lap? Hmm? Tell me baby.”

You can’t do anything but moan a breathy yes. He knows what the fucking he’s doing. And he’s enjoying.

Little fucker.

He wants to hear her admit what he’s doing to her.

“Y-yes. I like when you tell me how pretty- fuck- how pretty I look.”

Daryl hums in satisfaction with her confession. He continues to kiss all over your body and mark what’s his.

Their bodies never stop moving against each other and never stop hitting the spots that they both need the most attention. You’re such a moaning mess and Daryl loves seeing it.

Daryl grabs under your ass, and puts you on the bed so that he’s now on top. He takes a minute to stop and admire the beautiful girl he can’t believe he has. He smiles and dips back to kiss you once more.

He moves his hand down your body to the button of your jeans. He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows to make sure that it’s okay. You nod your head but you should have known that’s not the answer that Daryl wanted. He looks at you and narrows his eyes, to be sure this next you’ll be vocal.

God he’s so hot.

“It’s okay. I want this.”

I want this.

That’s all he needed to hear before he pulls your jeans off your waist. You give yourself a mental high-five for the underwear Maggie gifted you. Black, lacy boy shorts.

Daryl is practically foaming at the mouth with what he’s seeing. He’s in awe. The way your body has his own shape, and the way it’s glowing through the glass window. You are truly a masterpiece.

He sets in between your legs and starts to slowly and seductively kiss all the way from your stomach, to your pubic bone. He makes sure he doesn't miss single spot to kiss. He wants you to feel the way his lips are pressed against your hot skin. He's starting to get impatient, but he knows he needs to take his time. He moves his hand into the waistband of your panties.

“May I? Im dying to have a taste.”

It was the truth, and nothing but the truth. God, he wanted to know what you'd taste like. He dreamed about this moment, having his head in between your thick thighs. He would die here if he could. Have this as his last meal. He would die happy.

“Please.”

Hearing you say that simple word made Daryls dick twitch. He thinks to himself that you're going to literally ruin him, but he didn't care.

He takes your panties off and takes a moment to really see you. And fuck are you breath taking. He loves the way your body is begging for him. Like he's the last man standing on this earth and your body is calling out to me. The way your face is stained with the blush on your cheeks. The way your lips are swollen and so fucking inviting. He's taking it all in.

Daryl dips back down and starts to playfully tease you. Kissing at your inner thighs, ignoring the throbbing coming just a few inches from his mouth.

“D-daryl, please. Stop teasing me.”

He loves to hear you beg for him, but he doesn't want to push his luck.

He takes a long stride against the center of your folds and begins to lightly suck at your throbbing clit thats been begging for attention. Y/n starts to moan, but not as loud as Daryl wants. He wants to hear you scream and plead.

As he’s continuing to suck at your clit, he hits a sensitive spot that makes your back arch and your mouth openly slightly with sound.

God he's so good with his mouth. Why haven't I confessed sooner?

“Ah- oh my god.”

He looks up at you and can't take his eyes off. Fuck he needs some relief. He's so fucking hard for you and doesn't know how long he can behave himself. He unbuttons his jeans, pulls them and his underwear down so that his cock springs free. He looks at the way your chest rises and falls with every suck he makes on your clit.

You need to grab something. You put your hands into his hair and you give it the tightest pull.

“Fuck Y/n, keep doing that.”

He continues to suck and lick until his mouth is dripping with your juices. He brings his middle finger up to your entrance and teases his way in, just barely the tip of his finger. He watches your face contort with pleasure as he finally enters his finger fully inside you.

His mouth gapes open with the sight he's seeing. His finger entering in and out of you with your wetness. He wants to touch himself so bad.

“You're doing such a good job taking my fingers sunshine. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, god yes. Don't stop please.”

He takes that as a signal to quicken the pace with his finger and his mouth. He decides to add another finger and finds himself feeling his finger against something squishy. Y/n mewls with the sudden act.

Holy fuck.

His cock is leaking with precum and he can't refrain himself any longer. As he's fingering you and eating you out, he reaches down to touch himself. He wraps his hand around his long, hard member and begins to go up and down. He starts to quicken his pace with his fingers and mouth.

“D-daryl.. fuck.. I'm getting close baby.”

Baby. The way you said baby. He's never had anyone call him that before. It sparks something in him that he's never felt before. He continues his pace and never takes his eyes off of you. He wants to taste it so bad. He wants you to see you lose yourself on his fingers and mouth.

“That’s it sunshine. You're being such a good girl, ya know that? Looking so filthy and pretty. I want you to come all over my fingers. Do you understand me? And don't take your eyes off, or I stop completely. Fuck, you're doing so good.”

Y/n loses herself right then and there. Daryls words and request set her off as she's screaming and pulling at his scalp. Your body is convulsing and your breathing is like you just ran a mile. Your fingers wrapped so tightly in his hair just so you can have some leverage. You finally ease the pressure and catch your breath.

Daryl removes his fingers from you and begins to lick and suck at your juices. Its just an exotic moment and you're becoming wet again by the sight. The way he's not letting any drip from his fingers. Like he wants every ounce.

He moves up to your face and kissing your lips with such need and want. You hum and groan into the kiss as Daryl takes the lead. He parts in between your legs and starts to grind himself against you to relief some pressure for himself. He's a panting mess already. He knows he won't last long, but he doesn't care. Teeth are beginning to clash together again and they become out of breath.

Y/n moves her hand underneath Daryl’s waist and slightly touches over his length. He gasps from feeling her warm hands grab a hold on his member. You let your hand go up and down just to give him some relief. You start to move your waist towards his own. His throbbing cock only inches away from your own.

“Are you sure you want this?”

You take notice of how caring he's being. You push his hair out of his face and give him a slow. soft kiss. You look into his eyes to reassure that this is indeed what you want. You’ve never wanted anything more. Daryl sees how vulnerable this simple act was and closes his eyes in satisfaction.

Daryl reaches over, grabs a condom, and groans with the relief he gets while putting it on.

You stare at his actions and get anxious with waiting. You see how big he is and wonder how much of a stretch this will be.

Daryl props himself back in between your legs, looks deeply into your eyes and starts to slowly sink himself into you. Stretching every muscle. Youve never felt so full before, but it feels so good.

“F-fuck. You feel so- oh my- you feel so fucking good.”

He’s not even able to properly form a sentence. He's never had anything feel so good for him. He starts a steady pace as he's intently watching your face. Watching how he's making you feel. The way he’s sliding in and out of you so easily. Taking in all the faces you’re making, all because of him. The way your mouth opens slightly every time he hits that one spot.

You moan his name and grab ahold on his back and start clawing. Daryl groans loudly at this act and starts to go at a faster pace.

“Sunshine, I love you.” He tells you while pounding deeply into you. He wants you to know he does love you. Fuck he loves you with everything in him. He looks into your eyes to already see you staring into his. He dips his head down and captures your lips while you breath out the words back.

He puts his head in the crook of your neck, and starts nipping at it. You don’t want him there, you want his eyes on you. You want him to see how he makes you feel. How good he’s making you feel this very moment. You grab his face from your neck and you look into his eyes. You lean your face towards his, and you kiss him with every last bit of energy you have. You both moan into the kiss as he starts to fasten his pace inside of you. He grabs your legs and puts it over his shoulders so he can go deeper inside you.

“Ah D-Daryl!”

He locks his eyes with yours, and pounds even harder inside of you. He looks down to see his cock entering in and out of you. Seeing that sight alone makes him lean his head back, with his eyes closed and moan. He looks back to you and see your eyes closed shut tightly.

“God you feel so fucking good. I’m not ever- fuck- I’m not ever gonna get enough of ya sunshine.”

He puts his face back into the crook of your neck and he feels you tighten against him. He knows you’re close. He wants you to come again so badly.

“I’m close baby, and I know you are too. Please look at me. I want to see you. See I’m making you feel this way.”

You open your eyes and look into his. You grab and tug at his hair signaling your almost at your peak. He goes faster and faster into you never losing eye contact. Your legs start to shake feverishly, so Daryl let’s them fall back down from his shoulders and you wrap them around his waist. You scream his name so loud you’re surprised someone hasn’t came in to see if you were okay. He puts his arm under your back that’s arched and starts quickening his pace to reach his own high.

“F-fuck- fuck-fuck Y/n, I’m coming.”

You don’t want him to stop. He feels so good pressed against you. The way he’s losing himself is driving you mad. He looks so good, so sweaty and panting out your name while he reaches his climax. You want to relive this moment over and over again. He shakes and goes at a lazily pace as he finishes inside of you.

His breathing is erratic and head is pouring with sweat. He kisses your neck a few times and turns to look at you. He’s in absolute awe. You look so fucked. But so sexy. This is a image he’ll never get out of his head. Something he can fuck his hand to late nights when you’re not around.

He lays there’s for a second until he finally picks himself up. He gives you a quick peck to your lips and then carries himself to the bathroom to clean himself up. You get a sudden sadness with his disappearance, but it goes away when you see his shyly walk back in the bedroom.

He crawls back in the bed with you, grabs your waist, and snuggles back into you. You both hum in approval with each other’s presence. Both not wanting to let go.

“I love you Daryl. I always have. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it to you.”

“It’s alright. Just happy it happened now.”

You turn your head to look into his eyes, you move his hair from his face and you give him a reassuring smile that you’re never going anywhere. His leans in to give you a slow, meaningful kiss. He knows you love him.

You smile into his lips. There’s nothing that can take away this moment. He puts his head on your chest and you start to play with his hair. His hands are wrapped around your waist, making slow trails with his fingers on your soft, naked skin. Giving you goosebumps.

Daryl starts to suddenly chuckle. What could he possibly be thinking about right now? And laughing? After what we just did? Really?

“What’s so funny Dixon?”

He looks at you and begins laughing even harder. You’re actually confused as to what he’s laughing at. Did you do something?

“Well, what just happened is something you can actually dream about.” He chuckles while looking up at you. He’s couldn’t contain his laughter, but you felt a bit of embarrassment.

You move out of his grasp and huff in annoyance. He smirks and moves closer to you and cuddles into you. He gives you a kiss to your forehead and rubs your back. You both slowly drift to sleep in hopes you dream about what happened tonight.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd smut #daryl x oc #fanfic #daryl dixon fluff

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awigglycultist · 3 years

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Okay hatchetfield zombie apocalypse au bc why not ("but tgwdlm is a zombie apocalypse" shh no that's an alien musical apotheosis and also this is won't be the exact same as tgwdlm)

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would and also kinda ramblely (is that a word??) oops. So read the rest under the cut

Okay this takes place in 2019

Emma and Paul are together, emam ofc suggests they going to her cooky reclusive biology professor

This isn't the apocalypse Henry excepted and he doesn't like that, but hey he still prepped for an apocalypse so he's safe

Since this isn't a musical apocalypse and it'd probably be pretty hard to get money off of someone during a zombie apocalypse, so he's currently not trying to murder anyone

He let's Emma and Paul stay with him

But then Emma is like "hey you have room do you think my nephew, brother in law and his gf could stay with us? The gf's a nurse she could be helpful!!"

He eventually agrees

Then Paul's like "hey my coworkers are kid dumb asses there's know way they're surviving an apocalypse on their own can they stay with us? And also one of them has daughter and the other has a little brother (cough cough HCB) them too?"

And then Hidgens ends up agreeing to that, and then Alice and HCB are ofc both like "wait hold on our friends-" (ie: Deb, Ziggs, Grace Chasity (this would be HCB's friends not Alice's ofc), Cineplex kid (because I said so) Ethan (also Tony, my beloved) Lex and Hannah (once again, because I said so, do we seem them interact? No, but they're friends now)

And Hidgens at this point is like "well fucking fine I guess so! Bring em here we have a bunch of ppl already so why not!!"

All of these people, living under one roof (albeit a very big roof) is ofc chaos!

I'd imagine ppl kinda stay in groups a bit tho. Like the teens stay with each other for the most part. CCRP gang hangs out together most. Ect.

Still, very chaotic. The teens (really mostly Deb, Ethan and Lex) causing plenty of trouble. The adults all being dumb asses. Plenty of arguments between Bill and Ted ofc. And probably several arguments between the nerdy prudes (grace, hcb and cineplex) and the other teens. Probably one fight between Alice and Ziggs but it gets settled quickly and they figure everything out and clear the air and become good friends.

I mean you think this amount of ppl, particularly this certain group of ppl, are going to be well organized durning the apocalypse? Hell no!

Hidgens is the only one that actually understands shit about apocalypse, he's the one who prepared! (once again: although for the wrong one) so he's constantly having to be like "no we can't do that that's dangerous!!" Emma, Alice and Lex are the only other really competent ones.

Hidgens ofc spends his time trying to find a cure, Emma helps him. If life ever goes back to normal she has an automatic A in his class for the rest of college just for going through this shit and helping him.

Tom, Bill, and Tony are the dads. They're obviously dealing with the kids. But the do mainly try and focus on their own kid because... That their kid ofc they care about them the most. But they try to take care of the other kids too.

Bill has a rough time connecting with anyone besides Alice. But Grace was always nice to him church so there's that. And ofc Alice has gf, a gf he doesn't like a ton but now he's very much stuck with so he might as well try and get along with. They eventually do.

Tom ofc like I said cares most about Tim. But after him the next he cares most about are CaliforMIA gang. Lex and Ethan were his students (I know it's not confirmed that Ethan was one of students but he is now bc I want him to be), probably his favorite students, and that Lex's little sister who's only a few years older than Tim, ofc he's also gonna care a lot about them.

Tony also cares alot about Lex and Hannah, that's his son's gf and her little sister, once again, ofc he'll care about them alot too.

Becky absolutely cares about all the kids a ton!! She's a nurse who works with kids, she's very nurturing and mother like. She cares for and about them all fairly equally but Tim is her favorite because... Well that's her bf's son and she's known him the longest out of any of the kids ofc. Lex and Hannah end up loving Becky alot because she's so much kinder and sweet than their biological mother.

Before the apocalypse Ted took care of HCB, now he's still taking care of him ofc. Ted doesn't want to be taking care of any of the kids besides his brother. He wants to drink and party and stuff. I mean it's the apocalypse so why not? But he ends up taking care of Grace and Cineplex quite a bit too. This happens not bc others aren't taking care of them, they are being taken by the other plenty well (like I said the dads and Becky all care for all the kids they just have favorites) but because they see HCB going to Ted for almost everything and Ted doing stuff for/helping out HCB so they're like "well okay guess we'll go to him too" He's not happy about it. He already has to deal with his obnoxious little nerdy prude bother and now there's two more? But part of them reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger. Maybe that's why he doesn't like them, or also maybe that's why secretly likes them a ton?

Hidgens, Emma, Ted, Tom and Lex are the ones that go out most often because they're the only who are really able to fight off the zombies and stay safe a stuff (okay Ted not so much as the others but they bring him anwyay cause Henry's like "he looks like he can use gun or something" and Emma, Paul, Bill and Charlotte are all like "this is a horrible idea don't bring him" but they do anwyay. He doesn't kill any of the others so hey why not keep bringing him? Besides if something goes wrong they can use him as bait or throw him to the zombies to get them off the rest of the group /hj)

Other ppl in Hatchetfield exist of course and are out they're trying to survive. Sam and Pamela are some of the first to die that's karma bitch

Lex and Hannah were living with Pamela ofc when the apocalypse hit, the girls wanted to go somewhere safer but Pam wouldn't let them, then one day she went out and got turned into a Zombie, the girls quickly took that as their chance to escape and they went to Tony and Ethan and then ofc ended up at Hidgens'

Charlotte was with Sam before he turned into a Zombie and then when he did she ran to Ted & HCB and stayed with them before they ended up at Hidgens'

Gary and MIAH are together and trying to survive on they're own. Sylvia, Melissa, and Greenpeace Girl end up meeting each other and decide to gang up together and they're badasses. Dan and Donna are two focused on the news and finding out if Peanuts is surving (which yes, Peanuts, (as well as Papa Ed.. At least for a while) are doing fine) and they die pretty quickly. Holloway and Duke are doing great, Holloway's a witch so yeah she's good and ofc Duke is with her so he's good too.

Lucy is in Hatchetfield and she's already in the woods vibing with Chumby before the apocalypse hits (THAM doesn't happen in this universe and instead Lucy ends up finding Chumby own her own because uh??? Reasons??? Idk bc I said so) the two of them have no idea there's a zombie apocalypse. The Paul clones take this apocalypse as they're chance to escape, Paul23 leading the uprising ofc, they don't kill Paul and take his place tho, instead it's more like "there's a zombie apocalypse? Oh fuck yeah!" *escapes* "oh theres a zombie apocalypse oh no-" some try to stay in a group and live together, some try to go out their own. There's now a bunch of random Pauls and Paul zombies around town. The main gang do end up seeing the clones and they're all just kind like "uhhh wtf???" except Paul, he's absolutely freaking out, the clones kinda are just "uhh haha how do we explain this".

Spoiler alert: the world isn't destroyed. How? Not totally sure yet but probably through Hidgens managing to find a cure and time travel. Emdriod has traveled back in time to replace Emma, but oopsie she didn't travel back far enough so she can't kill Emma in Guatemala, so she goes to Hatchetfield in hopes she can kill Emma when no ones looking and just replace her then, but oh no there's apocalypse so thats a much bigger issue. She survives easily, she's strong af, doesn't need food, all that jazz. She and Emma do meet each other and it's another "wtf?" "how do I explain this?" situation. But Emdriod lies ofc and kinda explains what happened but said that she accidentally time travelled and leaves out the whole wanted to kill her part. Now the Emdriod has found Emma she does try to kill her, that's awfully hard to do tho considering Emma is literally always with a group of people, and Emdriod doesn't want to just kill Emma right in front of everyone bc then they'll all hate her and her goal isn't to just kill Emma it's too replace her. She end up giving up and she runs into Paul 23 and they bond of my doubles of someone and wanted to kill that somoen at first and then fall in love and kill zombies together :)

Ohh uhh other ships: Paulkins, Lexthan, Barneston, Potseed (Alice x Deb) ofc. Charted, Obnoxious Teens (HCB x Cineplex Kid) oh and ofc Holloduke. Uhh Bill x being okay for once, Ted x probably not dying for once (not too sure about that one yet) Hidgens x not actually trying to murder someone for once

Wait wait I just got idea: the zombie apocalypse occurs BECAUSE of Hidgens, he tries too bring back the working boys (remember his original backstory with accidentally killing them and stuff??)

Okay I think that's all I got for now

#starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #black friday #nightmare time

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negandarylsatisfaction · 3 years

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[SUMMARY: Blade is a fearless woman out in the apocalypse on her own when she comes across Negan in the woods. Quickly feeling a connection with him, Negan learns Blade does not like to share him.]

Smut

Negan and Blade

It had been eight months into the apocalypse now, you had no shelter, little water and only squirrels left to eat. Being by yourself wasnt much of a strain for you as most of your life you spent alone before the apocalypse. Standing by a fire you made in the woods, you cooked a few squirrels you had caught earlier in the day sharpening your knives leaning against a tree. Suddenly hearing the sound of crunching leaves not to far from you, you instantly stopped what you were doing. Putting your hood over your head you slowly began to turn, your knife ready for aim when a man appeared through the trees.

"Shit," you whispered looking at the fire behind you. Not trusting anyone, you didnt want to cause any attention on yourself but it was too late.

"What do we have here?" A mans voice made you turn back quickly ready for defense.

"Dont come any closer." The man could barely see your face hiding behind your hood. Noticing the knife in your hand the man lifted up his hands with a lazy smile.

"Come on, sweetheart. Put that down before you hurt yourself."

"Oh arent you quite funny." The sarcasm in your tone he actually liked. Observing what you had around you the man frowned noticing squirrels being cooked behind you.

"Ho-ly shit. Squirrels? Really, sweetheart?"

Right away you could tell this man was one who liked to play games, arrogant and slick. A man who thought he had a alot of charm thinking he could distract you with his little pet names.

"Stop speaking. Where the hell did you come from?"

"More like where the hell did you come from, darling. As far as I'm concerned your on my side of the woods." The cockiness in his tone made you scowl, he didnt seem intimated by you at all.

"Says who?"

"Says me. Negan."

"Well, Negan. I dont give a shit who you say you are. This is free land now get out of my face before you get hurt."

"Well shit-" Negan observed you from head to toe raising his brows.

"You do look like a you can give a mean fight." He noticed your buckled up black boots, your black ripped jeans, black top and a leather jacket, just like him. Yet, he couldnt help himself. With a smirk he slowly put his hands down and started to walk towards you.

"Dont push me, I mean it." You warned him waving the knife in his face when he suddenly caught your wrist in his hand. Still, you moved too quickly for him. Negan didnt expect you to get loose so quickly and next thing he knew you now had the knife pointed sharply against his neck. Looking up, careful not to move he laughed in disbelief as you held your place.

"Well look at that, a little tougher than I thought after all." Still with a cocky tone yet a look of surprise in his eyes, Negan did not move.

"Listen, darling I've got a sanctuary not far from here." He looked around at your surroundings with the knife still pointed at his neck.

"You look like you could use some help-"

"I dont." You responded stubbornly, truth be told you definitely needed help. But, having always found a way out of your struggles you were sure youd find a way.

"Listen to me. I have a sanctuary, I can give you a place to stay. You can have real food, shit we can use a girl like you on our side. What do ya say?" You couldnt believe even with a knife to his throat this man still had the urge to smile down at you. His offer did not sound bad at all, after all it was getting cold and you were running low on food.

"Where is the place?" You asked as he responded by pointing in the direction he came from. After a moment of uncertainty you slowly pulled the knife away from his neck leaving a red mark. Negan cracked his neck with a sigh.

"And if I dont like it. I'm leaving."

"Whatever you want, woman." Negan stood back as you gathered your belongings and pulled your hood back. For the first time Negan got a glimpse of the woman whom he had just had a confrontation with. Long dark hair lay over your shoulder as he noticed the other side of your head shaved.

"Mmm." A sound of satisfaction escaping his lips making you look up.

"What?" You asked with an attitude that he couldnt help but want to see more of.

"Nothing, darling. Nothing at all."

"Well, are you going to lead to where the hell this place is?" Placing your hands on your hips you asked with very little patience.

"This fucking woman." Negan muttered under his breath with a chuckle before leading the walk before you. Usually you would've never trusted a strange man this way but desperate times called for desperate measures. Plus, you knew how to defend yourself, you had faced worse before.

After a bit Negan and you walked side by side, his eyes helplessly drifting to you here and there. Your style attracting him, your fearlessness intriguing him, Negan wanted to know more.

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course I do." You responded sarcastically.

"Well are you going to tell me it, darling? Or are you going to make me fight for that too? I mean unless its cause you like the nicknames I've given you-"

"My name is Blade." Your interruption quickly silencing him.

"Blade..." he repeated as he looked you up and down.

"It sure fits."

Negan led you into what he called the Sanctuary. A heavily guarded space with many others, you had no idea how close you were to so much life all along. Right away you noticed each person having a job at the Sanctuary as everyone looked busy working on something. It was clear they didnt stay here for free. Introducing you to who he called his 'right hand man' Simon, Negan showed you around. In a room you entered, sat a few ladies clearly dressed differently from everyone else.

"These here are my lovely wives."

"Wives?" You looked at him strangely before looking back at the women. They were dressed in tight short black dresses, all wearing heels, you wondered where they found any of this. Raising a brow at him you crossed your arms wondering what he had in mind.

"If you thought I came back with you here to play a role of one of your wives, your sadly mistaken." Your loud voice making the women turn to you wondering who you were. Negan right away blocked their view of you, standing before you as he leaned one hand on the wall behind you.

"Easy, sweetheart. It wasnt a thought but since you mentioned it-" he bit down on his bottom lip.

"You would look damn good in a tight little dress."

"You wish," your tone just as arrogant as his and he liked it.

"Just a little bit." He whispered before you moved out of the small space he cornered you in and left the room.

"Just show me where I'm staying." Walking off Negan followed you closing the door behind him. Showing you the room you would stay in, it was nice to see a bed. You couldnt remember the last time you slept in a bed, it had been months. Negan noticed the way you looked at it and wondered how hard you must've had it all alone. He wondered how long you were all alone.

"This good enough?"

"Its great," your attitude quickly changing back to a nonchalant manner.

"Tell me, Blade-" Negan took a step in front of you wanting to be face to face.

"How long you been on your own?"

His question making you throw your head back with a chuckle, it had been so long since you last saw your family.

"Since I was seventeen," Negan frowned with your response a bit confused.

"Oh I been on my own long before this apocalyptic world ever took over. This is nothing new for me having to fend for myself, Negan. That's why I said if I have to leave I will, nothing I haven't handled before."

Negan squinted his eyes as you spoke, he could tell you've had it rough.

"Well let's hope you dont have to....I think it'd be nice having you around."

Was that a genuine compliment that didnt involve your looks or any sarcastic remark? He could tell you almost cracked a smile.

"Well, I'll let you get settled in. Theres food in the next room, make yourself comfortable." Negan began to walk out before you quickly turned towards him and called out for him.

"Hey Negan?"

"Mhm?" He turned to you leaning on the door way.

"Thanks," without saying a word he winked at you and left the room.

The next few days you began helping out the men by securing the fences surrounding the sanctuary. No one had put you up to this job but you knew you could do it.

"Well well well, I dont remember assigning you to this." Negan showed up behind you watching you twist the wires securely.

"I'm good with my hands, didnt think you'd mind."

"Good with your hands huh?"

Rolling your eyes you turned to him making him laugh.

"I'm sorry, some times I cant help myself."

"Well learn how to, or save that energy for all those wives."

Negan raised his brows at your quick come backs. A man who always enjoyed giving sarcasm yet rarely was ever on the other end.

"God you're fun to tease," you couldnt help but laugh along with him. You knew he purposely picked at you just to hear you come back at him. He enjoyed the feistiness you gave him, he enjoyed you not giving a shit to what he might think.

Just as you finished you went back inside to grab something to eat and Negan followed. He watched as you prepared yourself a sandwich, reaching across the table making your shirt go up he noticed a tattoo on your hip.

"What's that you got there?" Standing back straight you looked down to where his eyes were and pulled your shirt down.

"A tattoo. What never heard of one?" You responded defensively making him smirk.

"I got a few myself. Rarely come across women with them, especially in such a....sensitive spot." His voice was low as he came to realization that maybe you enjoyed a little bit of pain.

"Can I see it?"

Hesitantly you pressed your lips together before slightly lifting up your shirt and revealing a tattoo of a rose wrapped in barb wire.

"Mmmm.." he leaned in looking at it closely.

"Mean anything?"

"My middle name is Rose," you explained as he his eyes squinted.

"I take it the barb wire means pain," he continued looking up into your eyes.

"You can say that," you responded softly.

"How old are you, Blade?"

"31," you sat down across from him and began to eat.

"So you've been on your own since 17, shit wheres your family?"

"Hopefully dead," your response was blunt before you took another bite.

"Surrounded by assholes huh?"

"Real big assholes. They didn't care for me so I dont care for them, I've been better off alone anyways."

"I cant argue with that," Negans eyes wandered over your features.

"Done a pretty good job with yourself."

Not really knowing how to take a compliment without some form of back handed comment you looked away.

"Yeah well you gotta do what you gotta do," you responded confidently.

"What are you doing here anyways? Wont your wives wonder where you are?"

Negan chuckled at the mention of them, he could tell you were enjoying his company and didnt want him to leave.

"I wont go anywhere if you dont want me to, darling." His unexpected response making your cheeks turn red.

"I never said-"

"Do you really think you can lie to me?" He leaned in close staring directly into your eyes across the table.

"Why the hell do you want to stay anyways?"

"Maybe I like spending time with you too."

What the hell was this man doing? It was hard to deny that you did indeed like spending time with him but, this was the last thing you needed. The man had multiple wives, an arrogant way of thinking but God he was so sexy.. His style attracted you to him, his voice, his eyes whenever he spoke to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Negan bit his bottom lip with a smile, he could see right through you.

"Nothing. I'm exhausted and I'm full and want to go to bed soon."

"Oh yeah? Is that what's going through your head right now?"

"Yes. That's it." You stood up picking up your plate and taking it to the sink. Negan stood up with you eagerly following you by the counter.

"You sure that's what you're thinking about?" He asked again with a grin leaning his face close to yours.

"I think you're thinking about something that involves me....and you just cant admit it." His voice was a deep whisper, the way he spoke sent a tingle to the pit of your stomach.

"No the hell I am not. What the hell makes you think that?" You walked past him rushing into your bedroom as he quickly followed behind.

"Look at you, you could barely stay still. You're fidgeting, getting all nervous. Am I making you nervous, baby?" He teased.

"Dont call me baby," you turned to him with frustration.

"Fine," he stepped close to you and spoke very slowly.

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me you're not thinking about what I could do to you." Your lips parted as you smelled his scent so close to you. You couldnt speak, you couldnt move and Negan knew he had complete control. Looking down at your lips he slowly caressed your face and leaned in for a soft kiss. Not fighting it you felt his lips sensually move against yours, his tongue slipping through the crack of your lips to tease yours. Moaning against him, Negan didnt separate his lips from you as he reached behind him and shut the door. Taking off his jacket and quickly unbuttoning his pants Negan threw you back on the bed. Continuing to kiss you down to your neck, you felt his tongue make swirls on your skin making you squeeze him.

Negan pulled off your clothing and aggresivly turned you around. The tattoo of the barb wire rose continuing from your side to your lower back made Negan lick his lips in satisfaction.

"Get up," he spoke hoarsely as you got on your knees and positioned yourself in front of him. Feeling his large hand on your lower back you felt him easily slide in you. Negan wasted no time in grabbing your hips and making you slam back against him. Moaning you grabbed the covers tightly, it had been so long since you felt this pleasure. Negan could tell by the way you cried out when he first entered you. The sound of longing to be touched, the sound of your needs finally being met.

"Give it to me harder," you spoke seductively only arousing him more. Negan grabbed you by your hair pulling you back up against him. His hand grabbing your throat as he pressed his lips to the side of your face and kept thrusting. Groaning, he gave your throat a tighter squeeze. Gasping for air, you could hear him breathing erratically against your ear.

"Oh Blade," you rolled your eyes back at the sound of his voice, he couldn't hold himself any longer. Negan pushed you back down before he quickly pulled out and released himself all over your back.

"Fuck.." he moaned as he stepped back out of breath. Cleaning yourself up as he got dressed, you stood up and walked towards him

"You should stay here tonight," your suggestion making him look up at you with half a smile.

"Oh darling I would. I've got some business I need to take care of but-" he stood up and ran his hands up your thighs and hips.

"I promise I'll come by as soon as I'm done." Negan grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. What the hell was going on with you? Why was this man getting a hold on you so quickly? Without saying anything more Negan left your room leaving you to think over what just happened. Leaving you to think over the way he looked at you, the things he said to you. He actually admitted to liking to spend time with you, the thought made you blush to yourself. You couldnt wait for him to return, it being so late at night you wondered what business he had to take care of. A little while later you stepped out of the room with a smile still on your face when you looked up and suddenly felt a crushing feeling in your chest. Negan was coming out of a room with two of his wives laughing. Of course you knew he had wives but after having touched him and slept with him, the thought of another woman with him made you burn with anger.

"Some business you got going huh?" The smile immediately left Negans face as he looked up at you before him.

"Blade, darling-"

"Dont 'Blade darling' me, what the hell I was thinking?" Angrily you walked off back to your room leaving the two women confused as Negan sighed. Following you to your room he entered right behind you slamming the door shut behind him.

"What the hell is your problem with me?"

"What is my problem? Taking care of business huh? Business with those girls?"

Negan frowned with a puzzled expression.

"Pardon my french, sweetheart but wait a fucking minute, are you jealous?"

"No! I'm not jealous," you denied the truth as you turned your back to him.

"I just dont like sharing what's mine."

Negan raised his brows surprised with your response.

"So I'm yours now huh?"

You scoffed at him turning to walk passed him before he blocked your way.

"Hang on now, Blade. I actually kinda like the sound of that. So does that make you mine now too?"

"No, why would I want to be yours when you have all those women, "you spoke in disgust before raising your brow as if you has just come up with an idea.

"Well since you get to have your fair share, then I should too. Simon looks-"

"Oh I'd be very careful where you're going with that, sweetheart." His expression turning very serious as he stepped closer to you.

"Why cant I have my own fun, it's not like I'm one of your wives who have to abide by your selfish rules while you do as you please." None of the women Negan had met had the nerve to argue his way of being.

"I dont want you to be one of them," he shot back.

"Good, cause I didnt want to anyways."

"You know what the fuck I want?" Negans voice rose as he took a step closer to you.

"I just want you to be mine and shit, I'll be yours the way you want me to." Negans words catching you completely off guard, so unexpected it left you speechless. There was something Negan couldnt explain that pulled him to you in a way he had never felt with any of the other women. Negan may not have been a one woman man most of his life but when someone caught his eye, it was hard for him to look past it.

"You dont even know me," you muttered.

"Shit, you dont even know me all that well but I know you have the same damn feeling I have." The two of you looked at each other in silence, you couldnt deny the connection you felt with him.

"You dont want the wives? Hell, they dont have to be there but-" he unexpectedly pulled you close to him aggresivly.

"I expect there to be no one else on your side either."

"I'm not looking for anyone else," your response was quick and spoken with confidence.

"Good," a smile slowly spread across his lips as you felt his hand slide down your back and grab your ass.

"You're lucky I like you," you squinted your eyes up at him making him laugh.

"Shit, well I am honored, doll."

"Dont patronize me," you scowled at him.

"Not at all, Blade, not at all."

Negan leaned in and took your lips with his feeling content with the thought of you being the only woman for him.

#jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead negan #negan twd #negan fanfic #negan fan fiction #negan x you #negan x oc #negan smut #negan imagines #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fic #twd

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zontiky · 3 years

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okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream

this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd

pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh

The Hargreeves siblings are dead.

Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.

When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.

He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.

Anyway.

Klaus.

He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.

Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.

“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.

His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”

Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.

Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”

Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.

Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry.

And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)

The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.

righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol

five shows up

he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts

god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk

somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober

or maybe hes high for all eternity?

for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober

so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers

asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry

he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,

if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,

ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless

and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge

five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him

dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse

OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along

i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((

for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist

IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK

okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.

1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves

after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit

which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse

bc theyd:

trust each other more

already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge

are working as a team from the very beginning

have open lines of communication

yeah uh. so there

vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen

oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf

there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar

so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise

okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd

2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist

this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on

subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk

aaaaaa

five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd

is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting

either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train

3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back

this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO

basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk

4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist

five with a gun but hes sad now

i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different

and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??

SCREAMS

i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)

subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something

yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd

subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind

i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa

okay jesus christ i think that’s all

I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3

#didnt proofread this at all 💀 fhsdfks #tua #the umbrella academy #pls dont let this flop i spent like an hour on it hfjksd #aus #team zero #ben hargreeves #wip #I GUESS #misc #ghosting au

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greatandquestionablecontent · 3 years

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Here is a probably incomplete list of all my AUs, in no particular order. I don't expect anyone to keep track of these lmao it's just for fun if y'all were curious. Shit, theres a lot 😅

AU AU aka Pain Vampire AU: has either 70k words of content no one has ever read or an uncountable amount more than that which some people have read some of over the years! Depending on how you look at it :) Im actually going to start posting this now that it has a concrete plot. Theres a LOT to unpack in this one. Sure theres pain vampires but also a mirror universe and a mysterious magical council of semi-immortal beings and SO MUCH DRAMA. It has been simplified out of YEARS of very messy content so honestly it has a bunch of its own spin off AUs that I think about sometimes.

Conviction aka Jail AU: is being posted but I have more actual content written out. Somehow this became the main story that happens in my brain!!! Jail angst to domestic angst to domestic fluff. Found family.

Vampire Hunters AU: Im too lazy to look up word count but this is an ALMOST complete Denna/Ramsey one shot I havent posted. Actual Vampires with blood and holy water and everything!

Zombie Apocalypse AU: exists solely in my brain during commutes. Gavin and Trystan mutually rescue each other from a terrible group of humans, and face the world together. Eventually Denna joins their team. Actually a complete story with a hopeful ending!!!! Maybe I should write this some day.

Trains!verse aka This Was Canon For A Few Years Until I Started Focusing On Other Stuff More: lots of content here. Trystan and Jade roadtrip content! Constance can read minds but no one else can and it sucks for everyone! This story focuses heavily on Trystan's arc separating himself from Constance's bullshit. He ultimately kills her and has a small breakdown after it :) Gavin and Trystan have yet another slowburn friends to lovers thing except Gavin also has to deal with Trystan calling him on the phone like "hey let me tell you about this girl Im SOOO in love with."

Arranged Marriage/Courtesan AU: Gavin ends up in charge of a whole country. He keeps meaning to get rid of this dictator role he took over during the coup, but theres just so much to get done first! He marries a very sweet princess for political reasons (Ari!) but eventually he's just so lonely and overwhelmed, he goes to a brothel anonymously just to pay someone to listen to him talk about his feelings and read some poetry to him. Im sure yall have no idea who is working there undercover as an assassin with the ultimate goal of killing him... Also the tabloids are really concerned with whether Gavin's secretly gay or not, and it's a running gag. We actually unpack his repressed romantic feelings for his dead best friend (not Trystan!) This exists almost entirely in my brain but I've written a few words down. Does not have an ending.

Assassin AU: about halfway done. I want to post it as a short series but I have no idea how they get out of this situation. Modern setting, Trystan is tasked with assassinating Agoraphobic Apartment-dweller!Gavin but theyre already best friends. Trystan gets kind of obsessed with watching the videos of people who were interrogated about Gavin. He does end up telling Gavin, and Gavins like LETS WORK TOGETHER TO SOLVE THIS. And yknow, watches the videos and gets incredibly triggered. Very whumpy. If I only had an ending I could finish and post this.

#vincent-gavin: This is an RP with @straight-to-the-pain but it also counts as its own AU in my mind. Lots of torture. Gavin gets captured and interrogated as a rebel. Has a theoretical ending where eventually he survives and just has even more trauma than before :))) and there are some secrets that Trystan would like to take to the grave :))

Gay Bar AU: this is a posted one shot! It's complete! That's it. That's all there is. You can read it on AO3 if you're a grown up.

Guard Dog AU: okay this one is up here on tumblr and yet is also one of the weirder AUs imho. Gavin accidentally gets a trained human guard dog delivered to his door. Pet whump with your local violence furry. He's also got a history doing Investigations Shit with a kind of shady para-governmental organization which totally isnt the FBI. All of the characters are completely aware of how ridiculous the situation is but they still have feelings about it.

Uhhh I'm probably missing some others (and there are some gratuitous bullshit fics that don't need to be listed here!!!) but that's enough for now. You get the idea.

#meta and rambles #my writing

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I like the lil thing with Osk bc shes just vibing and Hels just like "well I'm not going to move Fenrir and I physically can't move Mander. And I dont feature enough in the prophecy of it all to change much unless I dismantle the ship made of nails. So, heres hoping the fates or mimir or something didnt account for this one" and just. Yeets her.

Well not yeet, theres a plan that basically amounts to sending a dead man's spirit to shudder out of the ground nearest Hermes to pass on a letter to Hades, but Hermes is fast as hell so the spirit just goes to temple styx and crashes Hades and Zag's weekly schedule of killing each other like "take this please I wanna go back to drinking with my pals".

And theres a whole "oh boy" bc if Hades didnt bring up Olympus he deffo didnt bring up the weirdos up past the north wind with their tree and mortality.

But also I'm excited bc I'm imagining Hel trying to make Osk presentable and just,,, fucking up her hair to the point of needing to cut it and Osk is just like "lol ok" bc if they're going southish it works out even tho it's really not great. And like Hel trying to diplomacy while using all her father's cunning to try to weasel hades into helping her avert an apocalypse that Hades is p sure isnt his problem.meanwhile osk has been just deeply amused that Hel brought gems to buy them safe harbor, to the god that owns all the shit in midgard so long as its under the earth. Just getting progressively more bemused and concerned in turns.

Mostly I'm just delighted imagining its post all story of the game so like. Achilles has actual work to do watching Hels retinue. Nyx trying to explain to Zagreus that the northern gods are basically hewn out of a layer below primal chaos bc Ymir, while also requesting Thanatos attempt to be more cordial than normal if only bc death is a v present thing and she doesnt want Hel taking him as a threat. Dusa and the Chef trying to get the lounge together bc the gods and elevated shades are really the only ones there that eat/drink and it's mostly a hobby more than much else, but the northerners eat like mortals (mostly, they think). Hypnos has made ten different sub lists of who all Hel has sent word of coming, and how you say their names bc Hades might be gruff as hell but disrespect isnt tolerated. Persephone has been convincing Hades that, since this is a first impression for her, that they go meet Hel at the temple instead of sending Charon. Hades meanwhile expects some Olympian haughtiness from Hel and shes a LOT more like him than hes comfortable with.

Osk is also deeply amused by Hypnos whole deal bc in her head she doesnt see why sleep needs special designation. That said she also assumed war was just applied to all deities and is deeply confused by separation of it.

Also I keep imagining her and Zag ending up running the security line together bc ppl dont always try escape alone, amd they just. Body Theseus. Bc I imagine that would piss him off terribly

#tempting fate

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kyu-bri · 4 years

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Magia Rapport pt 2

@magiarapport

August 24th prompt: What was your favorite event, and why? Is it because of gameplay or the story?

It’s hard to choose so I’m gonna just, gush a bit.

As you can probably tell I’m very biased toward the OG girls, I started Magia Record primarily because PMMM had become my new obsession and I wanted some sort of constant flow of content out of decade old anime lmao.

But another thing I think I hooked onto was Inu Curry’s writing. They really know Madoka Magica and aren’t afraid to really play with them- something the writers for a spin-off gacha game (as with most spin-off stories honestly) can be scared to do. Inu Curry made references, revealed secrets and built upon the story we already know- which lets be honest is what we always truly want from a spin-off series. Magia Record proper does this well by putting more magical girls into the world and letting us see things work out better for them than for the original cast, but what I really appreciated with this story was getting to see that old original cast get to get in on that, and these events managed to do that without watering them down any.

Under the cut is me going on for 3000 words about why I love these three events I’m so sorry. TL;DR at the very end-

I’ll go in release order,

A La Carte Valentine was one of the first if not THE first event I got in on. I was eager to bc 1 Gay Magical Girl Shit Guaranteed. And ofc 2 OG Cast participation.

I want to preface by saying I actually loved all the girls’ stories in this. I was very much still in a state of getting used to Iroha’s gang let alone trying to care about the secondary girls. I knew Tsukasa had this angsty Twins Separated At Birth Deal and liked seeing her home life (also I immediantly stanned Take. Regular well-meaning dude who has no idea whats going on just trying his best and hating his boss). I knew nothing about Ami except Cowgirl Meguca and getting the bulk of her personality in one short even I think really kept me from being absolutely sick of her, she’s just a cute silly teenage girl who could be in literally anything and I was able to just endearingly giggle at that. Hinano managed to do the heterosexual unrequited crush cliché without me groaning or missing any of her regular personality. Also was there a Ren part? I don’t remember because everything Ren does feels like a Soft Yuri Valentines Special. Also I love Momoko. Ok moving on to what I Really wanna talk about.

Madoka is genuinely my Least Cared About of the Holy Sextet. I don’t think she’s bad or even boring- Madoka has a depth to her character, like, really deep- but that’s not something ever really touched upon by the fandom. Even when people like her and make her the Heroine she’s Supposed to be, it’s usually in the context of “Girl who feels nothing but kindness and happy thoughts would cut off her right hand to feed to a hungry dog. Isn’t she so Good????”. And honestly, while I understand the point it was going to make, I wasn’t crazy about her sacrifice in the end of the series. (Team Homura “Rebellion Is Good Actually” ftw) All because I think that I’m an Adult Woman watching this like “You are 14yrs old and need to be home playing Sims and not sacrificing yourself for the greater good you stupid silly little baby girl”

So my point is here near all fan content I encounter tends to emphasize whats sort of my least favorite facet of Madoka. I don’t think she made the ‘wrong’ decision in the context she and the story were given, but it’s still a sad thing to show a depressed(!!!) insecure girl resolving to give away her very existence so that every other girl on earth has a chance to just Dream. Oh and they still usually die young. But that’s ok because then she takes them and lets them sleep peacefully forever in her Heaven Basement (Yes I am bitter stan Homura I would yank this savior complex infant girl out the sky too)

MY POINT BEING (The servers closing let me BLEED OUT ALL MY FEELINGS) This event did not do that!!! It made Madoka…….. EVERYTHING SHE SHOULD BE??? ALWAYS??? Showed her HOW WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO VIEW HER??? (Read: Happy and Alive and Confident at no foreboding or sacrifice of anyone else!!!!)

She is Sassy and Surrounded By Friends and Really Funny??? And we get this Ridiculous Oh My God On Crack metaphor about her being this all-powerful apocalypse bringing being which is representing her love for the universe through her Witch form of Wanting Everyone To Be Happy And Safe With Her??? And she still risks herself to save everyone as is her Thing to do but we get to have her do it without erasing her existence as a human being at the end and if that is not some GOOD SHIT????

Ok next:

NGL Sayaka’s (fav character, inarguable best girl, can u not tell) parts in MagiReco til like the last arc have always left me a bit disappointed. She was the only late comer of the OG girls from what I understand and it kind of gives her the air of what a lot of the second(/thirdary?) girls suffer from. You can tell the writers can’t even figure out a trope to apply her to to make her easy and two dimensional to write about so they just don’t know what to do. They definitely try to make up for it (especially in the anime which Praise Be but that’s probably Inu Currys doing) but she’s still lacking like, any of the depth of her personality. Which, I guess I could anticipate. Because most of the fandom tends to as well. (again)

Gonna stop complaining and get on with- That didn’t feel as much the case in her Valentine event. Sure it was still the same formula of “The Issue Is Kyosuke” but that didn’t play out as grueling as her personal story did with “Nine Episodes Of “The Issue Is Kyosuke””

There was one big glaring heart-aching detail of “Mami isn’t really there because SHES IN A FUCKING CULT RIGHT NOW” which kind of jarred the event out of the ho-hum silly valentines sidestory these events usually keep up.

Sayaka has this crisis about Doing Anything Meaningful With Kyosuke which we all know what That’s calling back to, but in this environment we get to have Kyoko come right up and be in a position with her to earnestly and affectionately Push Her To Do It. The lonely little tsundere bitch girl pushes her Not Friend to Give The Bastard The Gotdamn Chocolate Already and for a moment you can only think about What If’s and If Only’s. Sayaka’s is still the weakest of the threes stories in this event but it worked harder to show us different sides of the characters then 6 chapters of Another Story managed to do.

And then there’s fucking Homura.

I will be, eternally grateful for Kuro. As a character that becomes metaphorical for the 2D ways we initially viewed the feathers and just NPCs in games in general, and also like, giving Homura a friend she actually cares about that isn’t the tangled dark web of Bullshit she’s gotten tied up with Madoka in. Please ask me about all my AU’s where Kuro is Homuras first girlfriend.

Seeing Moemura in Magia Record has always been a bit surreal, we never really understand just what stage of Trauma this Homura is in because Multiverses Are Hell, but this event gives us a good chunk of a Homura who still has hope and faith both in the world and Madoka. Theres this wonder to her that while still bogged down by terrible experiences still has the energy to be Trying. And she sees a girl who used to be like her- which when you think about it is probably what Madoka saw in her- and she wants to help. Because Madoka helped her. And Madoka is the best thing in the universe and maybe Homura can be just a little bit closer to that.

Kuro is too far gone though, as is the reality frequently in this series, things don’t work out just because of circumstance. Kuro was a bullied, insecure little girl who realistically shouldn’t have had to become a rampaging monster because of it. We’re reminded of this being the reality of the Madoka universe. Homura, is reminded of this reality. Homura loses this one chance to bring hope into the world like Madoka brought hope into hers.

And then her story ties into the ending of Madoka’s. Madoka saves her life yet again, even as Homura continues to feel miserable and empty. But at least Madoka is with her. The girls then share a quiet, intimate Valentines together. And you sort of understand how Homura fell so far into the darkness that the only thing she was able to still care about and fight for was Madoka’s safety.

That shit slaps. It slaps you right in the heart and causes fucking bruising but then u want it to do it again because you’re masochistic and Meguca Is Suffering.

Anyway I hope Kuroe slaps our hearts more in season2

MOVING ON!!!!

~Nagisa’s Wish~

Ok, I don’t remember what got me so simp over Nagisa, I think it was the heart-aching irony that Mami adopts the witch that fucking ate her. But that is my baby now and I’d die for her. Fandom Charlotte whose pink and silly and loves her mom and is Mami’s cancer-riddled girlfriend is cool and all but she isn’t a tiny Halloweeny baby whose fucking bitter angry and manically obsessed with cheese due to PTSD.

I had saw a summary of Nagisa’s Wish reposted just to quickly explain Nagisa’s backstory, and as such immediately had to search out if that crazy ride was true- so I actually watched this whole event probably before I downloaded the game. It was surreal on its own but replaying it when it came to NA didn’t lessen it any- I got to process more of what I was witnessing and as result stanned Yu pretty hard.

I guess to explain my Emotions here, saving Yu for later- calls for me to just, describe who Nagisa is as a human being and my headcanons surrounding it all with what this event gave us. Whether you consider it canon or not it’s one version of events that we were given and that I am all for accepting.

Nagisa’s Mom was a celebrity, she could have been an actress though I also like the idea of her being an Idol. She met Nagisa’s Dad oh-so romantically and got knocked up- they very well could have been married but it doesn’t seem clear enough. He seems to have left too suddenly for legal matters like that. Nagisa is approximately 11, and while she seems to remember her Father, she doesn’t in the sense of having had a relationship with him or any feelings. Her Mother has to “explain” why he left, so Nagisa was probably still young even if not a baby. What I’m getting at here is the timeline for when Nagisa’s Mom Got Like That. Nagisa can remember her from before she was, and then says that she got sick after her Dad left. So what I’m wondering is did Daddy Momoe ruin this young rich girls life, give her syphilis and then leave her with a baby she was unfit to care for in poverty? I know half of this is running on anime logic but Holy Shit all the possible ways reasons and ideas for why things could’ve gotten This Bad.

Is it ridiculously dark and edgy that the original story we were given was “Girl wishes her dying mother could have her favorite cake but then realizes OOPSIE-DAISY I could have wished for her to Not Die instead!!!!” got turned into “11yr old hates her abusive mother so much she wants to make her suffer in the most symbolic way she can and then goes mental when she isn’t able to do it”??? Yes. But if I had the mental capacity to I have to admit I was in a position to be just as bitter at that age too. I can’t call it unrealistic. I may infact be projecting hard with how much I support and enjoy this backstory.

Anyway Nagisa was in such a state of trauma and distress at a horrifically young age when she died that it broke her mental faculties so severely that even when she came back as a literal Angel of God she had blocked it out so deeply and thoroughly she seemingly regressed to an even younger capacity and hyperfixated on the trait that she has before used to try to bond with her Mother who she had died hating.

And that also slaps u right in the heart.

A N D T H E N !

~Beachside Bonds~

Just the simple structure of this story was so enjoyable and nicely done. We finally get to see the OG girls in a context we wouldn’t be able to in literally any other scenario. They’re going on a summer vacation together and Homura is sentimentally journaling every single second of it. Is this mayhaps because she’s never gotten to be this happy and blissful with these girls she loves so much??? Of course this is are you not paying attention what the fuck. Homura is so optimistic and healed and hopeful she’s acting like what she might actually be doing as a normal teenage girl. (A heartrending contrast to the end of her Valentines Special)

We get nothing short of pure fluffy Slice Of Life shenanigans on the beach which even includes a bunch of the Kamihama girls that the OG crew knows! And they talk about it! And introduce eachother! And their friends commentate on it! Ren gets to see Kyoko Not Being A Bitch and then Sayaka teases her about having made friends and oh my god my heart is turning into cottoncandy as we speak Mom holy FUCK

Sayaka’s existence fucking matters in this story! It’s her families Hotel they’re staying at and she has relationships and memories with the creepy twins that live there and she talks like a fucking person??? And gives opinions??? That aren’t just copypasted “Justice is Good and Bad things are BAD!!!!”

Mami is fresh out of her fucking Cult Drama and she’s still trying to be cool Senpai but then she DECKS Homura in the face and gets scared by the ghost stories and then turns into pudding and waxes nostalgia at Kyoko out of nowhere IT’S ALMOST LIKE SHE’S A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL????????

G H O S T S ? ? ? ?

Y U ! ? ! ? ! ? !

(IS G A Y ! ! ! !)

This whole fucking backstory and truly horrifying Romeo and Juliet on Acid love and death story between Yu and her girlfriend and like if I wasn’t fascinated enough by Yu just being the creepy organ harvester before but apparently thats what she became after she literally made some sort of wish that erased all of her memories besides the nickname her sweetheart used for her and coincidentally also added to her the task of killing all Bad People?????

Yu made a wish to be able to get rid of All Bad People preserving the innocent version of herself who grew up with this girl and it was right after a failed double suicide attempt on fucking Doomed Lovers Cliff fucking Lifetime Will You Ever.

It then pairs with Homura whose PTSD gets to shine through a bit in being unable to believe any bad sort of Madoka which how could you try to force her to at this point while Also pairing Homura with Ren in the “Gay Love Saved Our Lives: Traumatized vers & Vanilla vers”

I don’t remember if there was a symbolic finale and tbh I have forgotten a lot of the details with Yu and her girlfriend Whatsherface because that shit was just so shocking and bizarre to read and much too painful to reread in a timely fashion just.

That shit hurted but it was full of so much love and hope both doomed and stolen but still was wrapped up in the comforting concept that This Is The Universe Where Homura Gets To Be Okay This Time.

She’s still scarred beyond comprehension and this ghost drama accentuated it all but at the end of the day this is still the Safe Universe where all of them are alive and the Holy Quintet are friends and they’re all going to be okay (Godoka & Aniplex willing) and so many of us love Madoka Magica because it shows girls fighting through the same pain we’ve been through and keeping their hope alive and here we get to see them actually find peace in a clunkily written fanservicey spin-off mobile gacha game and hey, that made me happy while I got to experience it. Thanks for the ideas and memories and tragic backstories and funny thirdary characters MagiReco I’m gonna take em all and Run.

Akjsladbfalkjfsbslk If you read this all without getting a migraine or blocking me ily thanks for listening!!!!!!

TL;DR

Me likey A La Carte Valentine bc it’s silly and gay and I simp Kuro

Me likey Nagisa’s Wish bc sawft baby is good and so are Tragic Edgy Backstories

Me likey Beachside Bonds bc Gay Ghosts and Our Girls Finally Get To Be Happy Peaceful(ish) Teenage Girls and that’s all I want for them ;w;

Reeses In Pieces ya’ll

1Ten 2More 3Words 4To 5Hit 6(3000 7Words 8Woo 9Boy 10Howdy

#magia rapport #magia record #pmmm

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seancekitsch · 4 years

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first observations from the trailer

ok so the worlds ending 11/25/63, three days after jfk gets murked, so im assuming central plot is going to mimic dallas arc a lot more. they gotta put time right and kill jfk to save the world. im assuming if he lives theres gonna be a worldwide nuclear winter bc theres tanks deployed, destroyed buildings and you see the nuclear launches and the trajectory of where each country with nuclear access is sending their bombs, no one is safe. also confirmed five is the last one to come back and everyone else has kinda made a new life for themselves. but its so nice to see hazel back!! maybe he snuck agnes back with him?? we have ten days to save the world!!!

ok im just gonna go down the line as reggie boi labeled the siblings as useful to him so starting with #1

luther- is comfortable with his body??? hes shirtless as fuck in that trailer. first in the fighting ring and then in front of that explosion. i think hes learning to be himself without the number one label and hes doing a lot of growing. hes also the first one five calls for??

diego- that nerdist article said hes gonna be the one in charge trying to bring the lil fam back together again so i am excited to see that. he also looks so attractive sos i like the long hair so much. but uhh it looks like hes also in some kind of mental hospital? so i guess thats where he finds lila? also shes a possible love interest? bc like for a brief second you can see her grab his face

allison- looks like shes gonna be a really strong player this season and have a good relationship finally with her sister. also, shes participating in a sit in! shes 100% going to be a part of the civil rights movement in this season and she DOES in fact have her voice, so if they do the twins arc from the comics theyre gonna have to find a new way to manipulate her and use her voice.

klaus- i wanna join his cult, like so badly. his cult looks fun, and hes 100% using the fact that hes from the future and his powers to become a prophet. which, like, i dont blame him thats lit as hell. i dont hate the beard as much as i thought it would and it looks like it gets shaved quickly. he also learns how to drive??? i think with all the blue looking blasts we see in the trailer hes gonna learn how to use more of his powers bc his powers manifestations were blue last season. also it really looks like hes just not tryna find dave so either he already tried and it was a no go or hes moved on and learned to live with it.

five is the last to show up. hes also going to be going back and forth between the commision and the group just like last time, and he has the added advantage this time around of his siblings all having gone through this already and not only knowing the past but the future. they know how to find people that would have been alive in this time period and how history turned out if all goes well with them stopping the apocalypse. can they give him mr pennycrumb the dog whos only powers are being adorable??? and he eats ice cream?

ben is still dead what the fuck/???? but he seems to be more fleshed out as a character this season and i cannot wait to see more of him. a good good boy all i can say is im excited.

vanya- nerdist confirmed her amnesia so she gets to move on without her trauma and shes got like??? a gf and step kids??? i hope. but other than that we get to see her dancing with klaus and allison and i hope the three of them get to bond and be cute and she deserves to have fun with her family and when she eventually regains her memory i hope it can be growth and easing from her pain. also her just existing probably puts missy and her kids in a lot of danger and imdb isnt showing how many episodes theyre in as of the last time i checked.

the swedes- im assuming are carmichaels top assassins sent for the umbrella academy specifically bc of how royally they screwed up the 2019 end of the world. we see diego face off against them a lot in the trailer.

carmichael- FISH HEAD FISH HEAD FISH HEAD im SOOOOO EXCITED TO SEE CARMICHAEL SOS IM SCREAMING I THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA DO IT AND THEN THEY SAID NIC CAN HAVE A LITTLE CARMICHAEL AS A TREAT my favorite little sadistic shubunkin top authority of the temps!!!

lila- marry me bih. she looks so cute and fun. imdb confirms shes in every episode so shes not gonna get fridged like patch. she seems cool i want to see her constantly. im sure just being near diego makes her a target for the swedes as well.

the monocle- reggie boiiiiiii i think theyre gonna discuss more of his origins and whether or not hes actually human. im assuming the fuckin tiki bar is his house bc hes a rich weirdo. dont forget even tho he was a piece of shit hes probably a really really really useful superscientist for the hargeeves siblings right now in the current time period.

pogo- were gonna see his origin story, and by that delve deeper into reggies work with super intelligence and chimps. im excited, and now maybe we will get a pogo that since hes younger is less willing to hide things from the kids later if they save the world and then regular time plays out and theyre born 20 years later and all.

#tua season 2 spoilers #tua season 2

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wizisbored · 3 years

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What are some of your favorite lines you've written for your fics? (Also I'm sorry things aren't going well right now. Sending love 💜)

right its time to go diggin im using this as an excuse to reread everything because i cant think of any lines off the top of my head even though i know theres a shitton

premptively putting a cut here because this will probably end up long as shit and you know what fuck yea to that because fuck yea to being proud of what youve made

hallelujah, first thing i posted:

If those bastards want to make her part of their shitty musical, then she’s going to make it difficult. Or at least inconvenient.

The hive is not inconvenienced in the slightest.’

- idk if this is as funny as i think it is but i find it funny

"Nobody dies with dignity, Emma. There's no honour in the thing, however you dress it up."

- wrote that to sound creepy and now i cant decide whether i actually think its true

But he’s holding her like she’s his salvation, as if it’s his life hanging in the balance.

- salvation is just a good word tbh

It’s hopeless, but she refuses to be killed by a game of fucking ‘got your nose’.

purgatory, intended to be a shitpost but now i unironically think of it as the best thing ive ever written

After a few years (or maybe seconds, it’s not clear) / it takes a moment (or maybe it doesn’t, who knows?) / An undocumentable amount of time passes. / They might have slipped into an uneasy silence lasting millenia - or milliseconds - if it wasn’t for the jolly tune that suddenly fills the air. / for minutes or years or millenia or maybe even eons / After a brief, indescribably long nap / But the incomprehensible amount of time seems somehow shorter this time.

- 2 in one of fucking with the concept of time and hinting at an unreliable narrator, hell yea. its about the weird atmosphere, baybeeeee

“Does one day of trying the hardest we could outweigh years of not trying at all?” Emma wonders aloud. Paul squeezes her hand.

“I damn hope so.”

He doesn’t ask if she believes in Hell.

- even without context i like this line but in context it really helped set the sombre tone so i could do a full 180 at the end of the chapter

Emma wonders whether they’ve been sent to musical hell for failing to stop the musical apocalypse

- love the implication that there is a hell dedicated to annoying people via musical theatre

“You said- you told her you’d never be in a musical?”

“Yes.”

“And then you died performing a musical number?”

“I- yeah, I did.”

“Brilliant! Now, that is stupid!”

- probably my best characterisation of death, sounds like something that would be said in a stupid deaths bit, i can hear it in his voice

teachers pet

“It’s only blatant if people know about it. So in actual fact this is secret favouritism.”

- hidgens gives absolutely 0 shits about the ethics of the situation good for him

“And if that is kidnapping, well, consider yourself kidnapped.”

- once again ethics simply do not matter

“Oh, where is your sense of adventure? Are you not curious about the results of washing baked beans?”

- this line hants me when im trying to make stew or just have some fucking beans on toast because I am curious about the results of washing baked beans

“Well, if it isn’t, and we both die, then I’ll be quite disappointed. We did spend all evening on this, after all.”

- priorities

finishing what we started, actually originally a scrapped ending idea for igtlt that i liked too much to abandon entirely

“How many bullets?” He eventually asks.

“Enough.”

- they just know what theyve got to do

Only thing left to say is a big ol’ fuck you to… God, everyone else in the fucking world. Oh, and God. Fuck you God, you prick.

- gotta love them tto refs

wildfire, almost 20,000 words of angst that im going to read through because fuck it why not

She doesn't understand the order, at least not yet; a dog doesn't understand the first time she's called to heel. But that can change. Though, from the bared teeth of this dog, the trader guesses it may take a while.

- this is actually something i really like doing in narration, calling a character something in dialogue or comparison and then directly calling them it in the narration

He understands; she doesn't want to show weakness to someone who could exploit her, doesn't want to show gratitude to someone she hates. But the tribeswoman is tired and scared and hurt, and it's obvious. She's broken, at least for today.

The loneliness, however, refuses to wane. It settles in her chest like a physical need, a craving for closeness.

- got inspiration for this description by thinking about hugging my partner while i was stuck in lockdown

"You can say that again," the older woman mutters, shaking her head. "God-fuckin'-damnit, Lauren, why d'you never think about the implications?"

Jemilla turns to her with a questioning look. "Who's Lauren?"

"She-" Molag begins to explain, then pauses. She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. "I don't even know."

- crossover jokes hell yea

He’s tolerable, she’s decided, at least relatively so, but not trustworthy. If she could truly trust him then he wouldn’t be involved in all this. If she could trust him, she wouldn’t know him.

The thinly-veiled threat in his grin

She stares up at the man, shaking, whimpering, pleading. Wordlessly begging for him to stop.

- gotta love reaching the breaking point

She probably looks insane, bruised and bloody and laughing quietly to herself in a cage. She doesn’t care. They can think she’s insane, just as long as they don’t think they broke her.

laughing as they rediscover half-forgotten days spent as children let loose in a world that seemed so huge and yet so small at the same time

“You know, kids like Zazzalil - scrawny little things born as Autumn died - they’re not supposed to see Spring.”

- i will see any character without a detailed fleshed-out backstory and say ‘is anyone going to make headcannons about that’ and then not wait for an answer

Maybe the pain will shock her out of her head.

im going to live twice

It feels more like a bag of broken crockery than a human.

- this was the only time ive ever had to describe something really gory and decided to make it as uncomfy as possible

she notices with a concerning level of non-concern

Paul Matthews is gone, boy. And if I catch you using a dead man’s name again, well.

- its about the ✨forced disconnect✨

It stares at him, and for a moment he sees the young man that Benny used to be, silently pleading for the agent to tell him he'll be okay.

"In my defence, that was the Colonel's idea.” The man raises his hands in surrender. “I wanted to call you Lauren. I was outvoted.”

- i will take literally any chance to make a 4th wall joke and that is a threat

“I’ll see what can be done,” he assures it, knowing full well that nothing will be.

- xander doesnt flat out abuse emma in the way mcnamara and shaffer do but hes still cruel in subtler ways

“No chance of being hurt?”

Xander nods. “No chance of you being hurt.”

- ✨foreshadowing ✨

If only he was free, free to just get up and go find Blue and tell her - actually tell her, out loud, with words - that she’s going to be okay. If only he could say that and have it be the truth.

She holds onto that piano. Right now, as she kneels crying into the tabletop, it's all she has.

- ‘sir thats my emotional support near-complete stranger’

smoke and feathers

Irony can be a cruel, twisted bitch.

- probably the best opener ive written

There’s a sort of pathetic irony in the fact that she slipped on a stone while wading across a shallow stream and broke her neck.

The stars move across the sky, and she still doesn’t know why.

- sounds poetic and all while also being a fuck you to the chorn twist because i hate it

It seems like every time she looks away the moon goes from waxing to waning and back again, time marching onwards in one unending night, swallowing one unending forest.

Even with her limited view of the person’s face, Zazzalil can see the softness in their expression. She’s hit with a pang of longing for Jemilla.

They share those tender looks that make Zazzalil long for home.

The kind of silence only shared between people who can appreciate the simplicity of each other’s presence

aaand thats pretty much all of em. i know when you said ‘some’ you probably meant less than this but i will give a consice answer to a question when pigs fly. i was going to do the double e au too but its past 1 am now and im going to bed. thanks for this ask because whether intentionally or not you just made me read 48,860 words of fic and thats a damn good distraction when things are getting a bit shitty :)

#igtlt fic #wildfire fic #teachers pet fic #sf fic

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