#but even that ties into Shane at the end of the day

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 12

Summary: The inside of Daryl’s mind is anything but quiet as he anxiously thinks about you. He can’t quiet the thoughts of guilt, regret, anger of how things went down between you. When he hears the gun shot in the woods, his anxiety turns to full blown panic.

Daryl

Daryl was doing his damned best not to rip anyone’s head off on the way back to the highway. His eyes stayed down, focused on the faint, barely-there signs of that little girl through the woods. His thoughts, however, were far from the task at hand.

He didn’t deserve how normal Y/N was acting, how easily she seemed to put the past few years behind her. If anything, it made Daryl feel worse. He’d written her off when she left for college, hadn’t bothered to call or visit. She’d clearly gotten the message that night at Henderson's. The memory still made him inwardly cringe.  It had only been a few days after she left for school, he didn’t expect to see her out, and especially not in their hometown. His emotions had still been raw from the day she left, his wounds not yet ready to even begin to form a healing scab. So that night, when he saw Y/N there… He’d been looking for some kind of reaction, any reaction, but he should’ve walked right up to her. Should’ve just talked to her, despite it all. He nearly did, but couldn’t risk it. He needed to keep his distance. But it felt too good—too tempting—to give in to the anger and jealousy gnawing at him. The devil on his shoulder had pushed him to kiss the girl she was with— to make her feel as terrible as he did when she left. 

The regret hit him the moment he saw Y/N at the bar with Merle. It was like taking the knife and twisting it. He didn’t know Merle would find her so quickly that night, but damn, hadn’t he? She was like a magnet, pulling him in ever since the first time they met as kids. Like his gravitational force was tied to her. They were hardly ever apart for more than 24hrs before Walsh entered her life. That night at the bar, when Daryl looked over and saw her hand pressed gently to Merle’s cheek at Henderson’s, smiling up at him and Merle’s smug, twinkling eyes looking down at her, the knot in his stomach only tightened. The knife that was twisted felt like it had been taken out and stabbed through him again. It’s not like he thought they’d end up together or even doing anything, but he wanted to be there with them. Laughing with them. Telling Merle to fuck off when he got too flirty. But he couldn’t, and it made his blood boil when he saw Merle playfully bite her. So he used that anger against her, deciding that he would go in for the kiss that the girl seemed to want so badly from him. He ignored the friend for the rest of the night, dancing with her if she asked, but he wasn’t really there. He kept searching the room for Y/N, and when he could no longer find her, he ended up leaving the bar early. He felt way too sober for the mess of feelings boiling inside him.

There were so many things he regretted now with how he treated Y/N in the final days of their friendship before. He was so angry, he wasn’t even sure of the names of other emotions that had stirred alive when she met Walsh. So as the time went by and she drew closer to Shane and away from him, he let her slip away. And in the end Shane got his way. 

Suddenly, in the midst of Daryl’s thoughts, a gun shot cracks through the air.

Daryl’s head snaps in the direction of the noise, although it was damn near impossible to trace in the woods like this. He’s frozen in place, assessing. It sounded close, way too close. His breath catching in his throat as he realizes how still the woods are around him–the silence felt heavier than the ringing of the gunshot in the air. Rick or Shane would only use a gun if shit had gone really bad. Of course, the first thing to flash in his face is you, with a spike of anxiety lurching in his stomach. It was one gun shot, why just one? Lori is on edge too, pausing and still searching the woods. Something ain’t right. That old, familiar twist that kept him alive in worse places than this was gnawing at him. He imagined her mother’s instinct was telling her the same thing. But Daryl knew he had to be the leader, to quell the other’s anxious thoughts even though he couldn’t think straight himself. He continues forward with the group.

Lori pauses mid stride in the woods, looking behind her for the thousandth time.

“Still worrying about it?” Andrea asks her. 

“It was a gunshot,” Lori says quietly, his hands anxiously wrapping around her backpack straps.

“We all heard it,” Daryl tries to reassure her, his voice quavering, giving away his shared thoughts.

“Why one? Why just one gun shot?” Lori looks back at everyone, her eyes challenging.

“Maybe they shot a walker,” Glenn says, looking around at her.

“Please do not patronize me,” Lori snaps, “you know they wouldn’t risk a gunshot to put down one walker,”

Daryl’s mind is rushing through thoughts, Lori’s worried face probably mirroring his. He had to be strong now, had to put up a front of the confident leader to get the group back. The others start to raise worried thoughts as well, and it’s all too much for Daryl to handle over his own screaming internal monologue. He could feel it too, something was wrong. His hands tightening on the crossbow, tension in his body made his muscles ready to spring into action. He swallowed hard, pushing this helpless feeling down as he faces the group again.

“We have to work our way back to the highway,” he finally says with false confidence. Andrea gives Lori some reassurance, but again Daryl is deaf to it as well. He turns, not letting his face contort in the same agony as Lori’s. He hated not knowing, hated this awful feeling in his gut.

Please, let her be okay. Let her be safe.

Carol and Andrea are still paused, talking about Sophia lost all alone in the woods. How terrified Carol feels, and that she keeps hoping and praying. 

“We’re all hoping and praying with you, for what it’s worth,” Andrea says, holding Carol’s arms.

Daryl’s nerves are frayed as he stalks up to them, “I’ll tell you what it’s worth–not a damn thing,” he snaps, looking between the two. He never put much faith in god, religion, none of it helped him when his father was putting cigarettes on him or when Merle’s friends beat him up. 

He goes on, “It’s a waste of time all this hopin’ and prayin’”, he leans into Carol, his eyes softening to her, “we’re gon’ locate that little girl and she’s gonna be just fine,” he begins to walk away, “Am I the only one zen around here?” 

Lori scoffs, “yeah, you seemed real ‘zen’ when that gunshot went off,” her voice is low for only Daryl to hear. His eyes narrow on her as he saunters forward, back to leading the group on. His eyes scan the woods again, partially looking for signs of Sophia, but silently hoping for you to come walking into view.

He’s nearly to the highway, the woods are starting to get sparse, and Daryl can see more sunlight through the trees, although it's low. The sun is beginning to set and he picks up his pace, moving the group along. He’s doing his best to shove down that terrible feeling in his gut as he leads everyone back to the main road, but with the quiet comes more horrible thoughts. The kind of fear he felt when it came to what could happen to you–the guilt he would feel for not being there. It was damn near paralyzing. He felt helpless now, even with having another job to do, he hated not being able to be sure. 

He’d pushed her away before—had to, thanks to Shane’s presence —but it still ate at him, how easily he let her slip through his fingers. He never called, never showed up when she left for college, as if cutting her out would make it hurt less. And now? Now she was out here, somewhere, and if anything had happened to her—if she was hurt or worse, and he wasn’t there to stop it—he didn’t know how he’d live with himself. It wasn’t just what he’d done back then; it was what he wasn’t doing now. The weight of it sat like a boulder in his chest, crushing him slowly.

“How much farther?” Lori’s voice suddenly breaks through his thoughts.

“Not much, maybe a hundred yards or so,” he declares, “as the crow flies,” he looks up and around, his crossbow stiff in his arms now. 

“Too bad we’re not crows,” Andrea grumbles to his right. She seems to veer away from the group, more comments coming from her mouth as she walks. Daryl lets her, not caring as long as she stays close. The others stop for a moment to take a drink of water, laying their bags down. But then Daryl realizes Andrea is completely out of view, and he suddenly hears her ear-splitting screams. The entire group starts sprinting to her, things left behind. There’s a walker in front of her, and she’s keeping it at a distance with her legs, but it’s nearly on top of her, reaching for her face. Its snarls are loud, but her screams are louder–piercing the air. As the group descends on the scene, Daryl can hear the heavy beats of a horse coming from out of nowhere. He staggers to a stop, watching a woman approach on her galloping horse, knocking into the walker’s head with a baseball bat in her hand.

“Lori? Lori Grimes?” her Georgia accent calls from atop the animal. She’s a slender woman with short brown hair, her eyes wide as they assess over everyone. Lori sprints ahead, confirming that she is Lori Grimes.

“You gotta come now,” the woman demands, stashing the baseball bat, “Rick sent me, there’s been an accident –Carl and a girl have been shot” 

Lori continues to stare, dumbfounded. 

“He’s still alive,” the woman assures, “but you’ve gotta come now. Rick needs you, just come,” her tone is demanding, urgent. She is holding her arm out to Lori. 

“Woa, woa, woa, we don’t know this girl!” Daryl’s voice cracks, his world feels like it’s crashing in, “and what about the girl? Was it Y/N? Who else was shot?” his voice rises and rises as the panic begins to set into him. Lori climbs on the horse, and the girl quickly blurts out directions to the house, before turning and getting the horse into a gallop through the woods.

Glenn and Carol are on Daryl suddenly, “hey, hey,” Glenn is saying, his hand around Daryl’s shoulders. He’s shaking uncontrollably, his heart hammering in his ears he can barely hear as Glenn is trying to soothe him. Daryl yanks his shoulder out of his grip, his face turning into a snarl. Everything in his body is screaming he has to go. He has to get there, to see her. The damn woman wouldn’t even fucking tell him what happened to her, was she even still alive? Glenn is moving toward the other two, urging them on with him. Distantly, Daryl can hear his name being called.

“Daryl, Daryl, we have to go,” Carol says, putting her hand on his arm. He’s nodding, although his thoughts are on fire. He lets them pull him in the direction to leave, and his body turns on auto-pilot. He’s running, his feet slamming into the ground, crossbow held up tight to get back to the highway. How could he not be there? If something happened, and Shane didn’t do anything to stop it–if he let something happen to her. Everything would’ve been for nothing. Flashes of their time together as kids, as teenagers, all come through his mind like a highlight reel. Her stupid grin the first time he met her, the feisty attitude she got from being around him so much, there was so much more they had to do together, to experience. Even as much as the world had gone to shit, he still had her. God, he hopes he still has her. 

Everyone is clambering onto the highway, legs swinging over the guardrail. Daryl is still lost inside his mind, his panic thoughts going non stop. He didn’t care how he did it, he didn’t care that anyone else needed him now, he needed to find her. They were on the highway, safe and sound. He needed to go. 

“Carl’s been shot,” Glenn announces, “someone else too, we don’t know who,”

“Shot?” Dale says from the door of the camper, “what do you mean, shot?”

“What does it sound like, old man? We have to go,” Daryl snarls, stalking past.

“This chick rode out of the woods like Zorro, man. Took Lori,”

“And you let her?” Dale says, looking to Daryl now.

“Climb down outta my asshole, man,” Daryl spins around and snaps, “Rick sent ‘er. Knew Lori’s name and Carl’s. They said a girl got shot–if that’s Y/N, we have to go. I have to go– now,” There’s more discussion of the walker and other events of the day, but Daryl’s thoughts are lost as he climbs on his bike.

Glenn walks over to the bike after him, “Daryl, you can’t just leave, there’s no plan–”

“I can’t stay here man!” he yells, looking at everyone. The panic in his voice raises, and Glenn’s eyes are pained as he looks back at him, “you don’t understand,” Daryl snaps.

“It’s okay,” Carol says, “go. We’ll stay here and wait for Sophia,”

“We can’t do that– our group is split and weak. Glenn, you go to the house and check to see if everyone is okay,” Dale orders. Daryl is shaking his head, but Dale continues, “and you need to take T-Dog, he has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics,”

Daryl pauses, looking to the side bag of the bike that’s been covered by an oily rag. He snags it off the bag, reaching in for the stash Merle kept, “keep your oily rag off my brother’s motorcycle,” he throws the rag at Dale’s chest, “why’d you wait to say anything? Got my brother’s stash,” he’s pulled the zip lock of Merle’s trail mix of drugs, looking in it quickly.

“Crystal, X–don’t need that, kick ass pain killers, and doxycycline–and not the generic stuff,” he throws the antibiotics to Dale, “Merle got the clap on occasion,” 

Stashing the bag away, he looks at the others, “I have to go. Is anyone comin’ with me?” The rest shake their heads. He takes it as answer enough, hands revving the engine, and takes off down the road.

x flashback x 

Daryl was on his front porch on his usual perch atop the railing in the front, a cigarette in his mouth. No one was home—the house was dark and silent behind him. It was a quiet night, just how he enjoyed it. He hadn’t seen Y/N in a few days. Everything felt so screwed up with her. He wished she could see that Shane was no good— how she was always a secret for him to keep, how he kept hurting her; including the bruising on her neck and painful bite marks he sometimes noticed on her. God, when she’d show up to his house with vicious hickey bites on her neck or dark blue and purple bruising on her hips, it made bile fill his mouth. Every single time he saw anything remotely like a bruise on her, Daryl wanted to knock Walsh’s teeth out. But in order to keep her trust and make sure she was safe, he had to be there for her through thick and thin. She was his lifeline, his only beacon in this fucked town. 

A pair of headlights suddenly turned down his street, and when the vehicle passed under a streetlight, Daryl’s whole body went tense. The shiny black truck was coming down the road and finally pulling into the driveway. It was dark out, but the streetlights casted enough of a glow to make out the hard set of Shane’s jaw as he slammed his car door and walked up to the front porch.

"Got a minute?" Shane’s voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent to it that made Daryl’s skin crawl.

Daryl shrugged, flicking the tip of the cigarette off the porch and bringing it back to his lips again. He watched Shane through narrowed eyes, inhaling the smoke into his lungs. He tried hard to steady his heart beat—to keep the calm, empty exterior in place. 

Shane didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He stepped closer, invading Daryl’s space, not touching him but making his presence felt. "Here’s the thing, Dixon." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "You need to back off."

Daryl’s eyes flicked up, and for a moment, he almost smirked, but the look on Shane’s face killed the urge. "Ain’t my business what Y/N does," Daryl muttered, but he could feel the tension rising.

Shane shook his head, almost like he was disappointed, but his voice stayed quiet, controlled. "Don’t play dumb, Dixon. I’ve seen the way you’ve been lookin’ at her lately. The way you two are always attached at the damn hip. What do you think is gonna happen? You think she has any future here? With you?"

Daryl didn’t answer, finally putting out the cigarette and shoving his hands into his pockets. He could feel the familiar anger bubbling just under the surface, but he wasn’t about to show it to Shane.

Shane leaned in just a bit, his voice dropping low, almost a whisper. "You think she’s gonna stick around here forever? For you? Both of you barely scraping by, livin’ out of a trailer with Merle? She deserves more than that, Dixon, and you know that,”

Shane knew he hit a sensitive spot when Daryl pulled his lips into a tight line across his face.

“I’m giving her something real, something she can count on. And you’re not gonna be part of it. Stay away from her, or I can make you and your brother’s lives a living hell,” He let the threat hang in the air, unfinished but clear.

“You threatenin’ me, Sheriff?” Daryl finally said, a quiet, seething anger beneath the words.

“Only if I need to,” Shane said simply in return.

Daryl’s eyes flicked up again, meeting Shane’s for a second before looking away. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. Shane knew he’d gotten his message across.

"Good," Shane said, stepping back, his hand briefly clapping Daryl on the shoulder—friendly enough to look casual, but firm enough to remind Daryl who was in control. 

Shane smirked then, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Now, I know she's gonna wanna see you before she heads out—no matter how bad you two have been fightin'. Yeah, I know all about that," he added, smug. "So when she shows up here, and she will, I expect you to make it crystal clear that whatever this has been between you—it’s over. The friendship, whatever the hell you wanna call it—done."

Daryl didn’t respond, just watched as Shane turned and walked away, down the porch steps and into his car. 

Daryl sat on the porch for the whole night after that, sitting there in the dim light, the knot in his chest never loosening.

notes: I'll be going away this week wed-sat so I might not be posting any new writing :( thank you for all the love on this lately, you guys!

[coconut530]

Putting filters on your art is something that can be so sexy actually

[coffeeshopguest]

please i need stardew valley bachelors in a kinky gangbang with gender neutral or female farmer!

I loved this suggestion but please have mercy, I didn't know which ones you wanted so I did all 6 which was VERY difficult for me to incorporate so I made it sort of cheap in the end to save having to write a whole night of sex with them all 😭 pls enjoy! I'm sorry if it's a little shitty, I've never written or read group sex stuff 😭

The Bachelor's and the Farmer's Night

Word Count: 1569

Pairing: F!Reader x Sebastian, Harvey, Sam, Alex, Shane & Elliott

Warning: 18+, group sex, rope kink, handcuffs, swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, anal mention, oral mention, cum swallowing, light bdsm (choking, spanking), all of it is pretty vague and quickly mentioned except the fingering & vaginal sex

It was Sam's idea. Not that he was gonna openly parade that around to anyone at first. It started as a pathetic fantasy that he would get off on at night, thin walls making him cover his own mouth as he imagined the farmer laying on a bed, tied down, taking it from him and Sebastian over and over. He was ashamed to even incorporate his friend in a fantasy, but the idea of a threesome with the farmer and Sebastian was just...so fucking hot. The idea of watching her get fucked, then fucking her - Sam was a simple man and he nearly came on the spot every single time he imagined it. 

What's worse? He began incorporating the idea of Alex in the mix. He was friendly with Alex - and Sam had seen the farmer interacting with Alex a lot recently. Even throwing around a football with him the other day. Sam didn't immediately think anything of it, until he woke up sweating and hard, having dreamt the farmer and Alex going at it while Sam jacked off and waited for his turn patiently. Slowly, Sam began to think about...what if more people got involved? And oh, god. He finally let it slip to Sebastian. 

"What do you think of that new farmer?" Sam asked as he took a shot for one of the striped balls on the pool table. His voice was even, but his heart was racing a pathetic amount. 

Sebastian leaned on his stick, watching Sam's shot. "She's cute," Sebastian answered. The two made slow eye contact and Sam debated just leaving the whole conversation at that. But something about the way Sebastian stared him down made him crack. 

"Yeah, yeah, she is...uh- you like her?" 

Sebastian took a swig of his drink, nodded a little. "Sure," he said, "why?" 

"How...how do you like her?" Sam gently rested his stick down on the wall, watching his friend. "Like," he began, "sexually...or...?" 

Eyes widening a little, Sebastian tilted his head. "I- we don't usually talk about that kinda stuff," he dismissed, turning his attention to the pool table and ignoring Sam for a moment. 

Sam nodded slightly, before he finally whispered, "I know but I want to...uh..." he glanced around the Saloon to see if anyone was looking towards them. No one was. "I kinda want to...have...some group sex with them." 

Sebastian took a shot, perhaps out of shock, the cue ball launched across the table and sunk a striped ball. He stared down at the table. Quiet. "Just us three or?" 

"Uhm...I was thinking maybe Alex..." 

Sebastian raised his head up, hair falling over his left eye. "The farmer? Did you talk to her?"

 Sam shook his head and Sebastian slowly turned to the table where he'd set his drink aside, grabbing it and gently taking a sip. "Ask her. Tell me when you do."

"You...you're in?" 

Sebastian gave a short nod, and the two acted as though the conversation never even happened. 

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When presented with the idea, albeit from a terrified Sam, you agreed immediately. With a condition. You wanted Sam to invite Elliott, Shane, and Harvey. His eyes widened. 

"Six....you want six guys-" you nodded. Sam had to awkwardly adjust his pants, at the mere suggestion of that many guys fucking you he got hard. Just the idea of watching it was too much for him. "I- I'll see what they say." 

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To Sam's shock, every single person agreed. He was expecting a sharp no from Shane, but he said yes without a second thought. Harvey stuttered out a "Oh...holy shit...uh- at the farm-?" and blushed madly. Elliott tried to maintain some sort of dignity but by the immediate bulge in his pants Sam guessed his answer before Elliott could recover words and agree. Alex tried to act disgusted at first. But then he mumbled a "can I bring handcuffs and rope?" (Sam asked "dude you live with your grandparents in a small town, why do you even have those?" and was met with a glare). 

So it was arranged, a day and time was set. The six made their way down to the farm, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Sam was hard basically half the day before this, eagerly awaiting the nighttime - when his fantasy would become reality. The farmer answered the door, smiling softly at the six men. "Boys, come on in," she smiled. Sam nearly choked, they were wearing a flannel, opened up, only a bra underneath. Fuck. Fucking christ. She was good at this. 

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Upon being brought to the bedroom, Sam gently guided you to lay down, Harvey quickly mumbled "she needs a safe word-" and the rest agreed. Turning their attention to you. Six flushed, eager faces. You felt like prey laying in the bed, flannel opened to expose your bra. A safe word definitely was needed. As much as you wanted to take all six repeatedly you weren't entirely sure how much you could take before you were too used.

"Red light," you murmured out. "Yellow light means give me a break, but I want to keep going." 

And so it began. Sam quickly ripped off the flannel and tossed it aside, then tore the bra off and threw it aside, his hands wandered to your jeans, slowly unzipping them. Your panties exposed, he gently moved his hand down, rubbing softly against the wet spot. You bit your lip, about to moan. Quickly, Sam backed up, Sebastian took one side of the bed and Alex the other. Hands launched to your chest, as Sam gently finished pulling off your pants. A hand on each breast, gently running your ripples through their fingers, you began moaning out loud. Sam got off the bed. 

"Who wants to go first?" he asked, Elliott stepped forward. He gently undid his pants, erection springing out. He gently lined up. 

You bit your lip, before he backed away, "did...anyone bring lube?" Elliott's voice gently asked. It was Harvey who had, gently digging it out of his jacket pocket and handing it over. Elliott gently poured some into his hand, gliding it across your pussy causing you to moan out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam, eagerly jacking off as he watched. Sebastian was still by your side, but his hands had left your body. Elliott gently shoved a finger in. "I'll start slow, you're about to have a hell of a night," he said reassuringly. 

You looked up into his eyes, nodding softly. He smiled, gently leaning down, placing a kiss on your forehead, before be pulled his finger out. "Did that hurt at all?" you shook your head, and he gently shoved two fingers in, letting your body adjust to the feeling, he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. All eyes were on you and you whimpered softly, meeting eyes with Shane who was still fully dressed. 

"Sha- shane-" you mumbled, gasping as Elliott's fingers expertly worked you. "Can- you- strip?" 

A hand gently laced around your neck, "use manners, baby, what do we say?" it was Sebastian's hand, tight grip but just light enough not to hurt. Elliott's fingers effortlessly kept time. 

"Please?" you whimpered, the hand left your neck and Shane slowly began to undo his belt. As soon as he was stripped, Elliott's hands left you, for only a second you had a miserable feeling of emptiness before Shane swapped with Elliott. 

He postioned himself, hands gently gripping your hips as he found where to line up. "Ready?" you nodded, and with one swift thrust he was in you. Lips found your neck, Shane was focused on fucking you. It was Harvey who had knelt beside you, hand gently gliding down your body to your tit's. Lips on your neck, sucking and leaving a hickey. 

Shane grunted, speeding up more. "Fuck- tight...gonna-" 

"Not in her," Sam whimpered, you had forgotten Sam was still here, in the corner of the events jacking off. "We can't all...not in her." 

To describe the events would be tiring and long and endless. They took turns, spilling themselves over your naked body, in your ass, in your mouth. Alex was partial to rough sex, Sam into watching, Harvey wanted to pleasure you however you asked, Shane was focused solely on his own quick finish, Sebastian wanted to tie you down with Alex's ropes when he fucked you and choke you out, Elliott was gentle and soft and sweet and placed kisses on your forehead as you took their dicks over and over and over. 

In the end, the sun rose when you guys finally ended the session. You had given several sessions of head. Taken fingers, fists, and dicks. Been tied down, choked, spanked, had your hair pulled. And each of them had asked for something the others hadn't. Sam begged to finish by jacking off onto your naked body. Sebastian wanted your lips wrapped around his cock when he finished. Alex, he was the one who dug out a condom so he could feel your pussy tighten around him as he came inside you. 

When the session ended, you simply told all of them. "We're doing this again." 

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi!!! I’m just wondering about any kinks reader might have in the poly!plasticsverse, and you know maybe any kinks the girls might have too

Poly!Plasticverse Kinks (18+):

Gretchen is a PILLOW PRINCESS

Has a praise kink AND a degradation kink

LOVES to be eaten out

Crazy for nipple play (she can cum just from that)

Loves to be choked (chokes herself sometimes)

Loves, loves, LOVES, dry humping

Loves being spanked (floggers, hands, etc.)

SHE HAS A PAIN KINK

HAND. KINK. (She gets caught staring at Y/N's hands while they play guitar and 9 times out of 10 leads to her getting plowed)

She loves being overstimulated

Gretchen is a squirter

Once in a blue moon, she will top one of the girls or Y/N (double-ended dildo)

Karen has a massive toy collection

COSTUMES!!

She loves to be gagged

She loves being tied up

She goes full shibari sometimes

LOVES SENDING NUDES TO HER GIRLS

Sends them spontaneously

Karen is into butt plugs and things of that nature

She misbehaves one day and Regina makes her wear a butt plug to school. Y/N makes her wear a bluetooth vibrator too.

MAJOR service submissive

She likes to clean the house, wash the dishes, gets punished when she doesn't do her tasks

BRATTY AS FUCK (Runs her mouth a little too much for her sake)

Knows her tits look great so she wears things that accentuate them.

Likes getting marked by her girls, likes wearing hickeys like they are accessories.

Karen is ticklish (sometimes its foreplay for her)

Regina George has a major breeding kink

Loves getting her hair pulled

Her neck is her weakness (kissing, nibbling, licking, etc.)

Regina gets WET (like dripping down her thighs wet)

Likes being bitten

She scratches down her girls backs

Likes to leave marks on her girls

Financial Domme

Def has an OnlyFans

MAJOR LEATHER KINK (leather, latex, PVC girly)

Sadist™️

Only lets Y/N top her (only lets Y/N fuck her ass)

Calls Y/N "daddy", makes Gretchen and Karen call her "Mommy"

Loves high/drunk/crossfaded sex (If Regina smokes, Y/N knows they are fucking)

Major exhibitionist (has a "places to fuck" fucket list)

The class she shares with Y/N is after lunch and on the days Y/N skips lunch to go smoke with Aaron and Shane, when they’re in class, all Regina has to do is whisper the word daddy in Y/N’s ear and she’s getting fingered while learning about the French Revolution

HAS A PINK STRAP

The council (@yungpoetfics) and I have decided Cady is babygirl and that is her kink.

Top-leaning switch

Sadist and Masochist

Very into suspension

Foot fetish

(Has chatted to Shane about celebrities feet)

Blood kink (loves period sex) (allegedly a vampire)

Knife kink

Bondage

Very into edging her girl

CNC

Wax kink

BODY PAINTING

Janis fucks her girl in the art room (has used a paintbrush as a makeshift dildo)

Collars/chokers

Girly is a GIVER (iykyk)

Y/N has topped her (multiple times)

Breath play

Loves Regina's boobs (the boobs that made her a gay boob girly)

Has read the kamasutra front to back

100% a switch (emotional bottom physical top)

Likes unusual positions

Super flexible

Firm believer of "sit on my face, don't hover. even if i die, SIT"

Proud member of the Mile High club (on a no fly list)

Shower sex enthusiast

Somnophiliac

Lactation kink

Dry Humping

Thigh Riding

SIZE KINK (2/3 of the plastics are taller than her and she's taller than, Gretchen, Janis, and Cady)

Likes being blindfolded

SEX ON THE BEACH

Fucking in crowds (fucked Regina at a Paramore concert)

Loves being called Daddy

HAS PEGGED SHANE

Wears a packer

BOTTOM!Y/N HCS BELOW

Whimpers if overwhelmed

Her sensitive spots are her back (scratches, massages, etc.) and her thighs

Brat

Likes being forced to submit (puts up a hell of a fight)

Thinks veins are hot (she likes fucking her girl after gym when she can see veins popping and her girl is sweaty and breathless)

Likes being choked

Likes being slapped (yes on the face)

"Hit me harder" "Show me no mercy"

Later regrets those sentences

VOYEUR (watches Regina fuck Gretchen and Karen and rubs one out)

Likes giving Shane head (He's rough) (SHE SWALLOWS)

Has had a threesome with Aaron and Shane (and a foursome including Cady in that group)

Note: @yungpoetfics and I got very VERY carried away with Y/N. Just know, the smut you guys will get from the poly!plasticsverse/y/n's harem is going to be HOT

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Blood Ties Chapter 5

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Medical blood draw, allusions to abortion, poorly written smut

A/N: Even after figuring out where I wanted to go with it, this chapter feels weak to me. I’m sorry.

Moodboard by @dannyo000 💙

You looked over Daryl’s shoulder and squinted at the light before the man moved, wrapping a curiously gentle hand around your bicep to urge you into the building. 

“Daryl, you cover the back.” Shane ordered quietly. 

The lobby was eerily quiet, no immediate answer to Rick’s calls. You looked around for a moment and then tracked Daryl while he kept a keen eye out for walkers. A small hand squeezed your shoulder, startling you. When you turned, Carol was already pulling you closer to herself and her daughter. They were keeping the women and children in the middle, protecting them. 

You wanted to balk at the idea. You could very well handle yourself if they would give you a weapon but apparently that was still out of the question. 

There was the echo of a gun cocking, all eyes falling on the lone man at the end of the corridor, a rifle in his hands. “Anybody infected?” He asked, warily eyeing each member of the group. 

“One of our group was.” Rick answered solemnly. You could sense the collective shift in the atmosphere, now heavy with grief. “He didn’t make it.”

The stranger didn't hesitate. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

“A chance.” Rick countered immediately. 

“That’s asking an awful lot these days.”

“I know.”

There was a moment of contemplation, the gentleman once again scanning over each and every individual. “You all submit to a blood test. That’s the price of admission.”

Rick’s relief was evident in the tone of his reply. “We can do that.”

Weapons were lowered, the stranger nodding toward the doors. “You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed.” 

There was a sudden burst of movement, bags and people shuffling about. Your own bag was pushed into your hands, Daryl’s eyes meeting yours for a moment before he jerked his chin to indicate you should follow the others into a rather large elevator. It was a squeeze but everyone managed to fit. Even if it did mean you were pressed tightly against the redneck. 

“VI, seal the main entrance. Kill the power up here.” 

There were beeps and rattles as the elevator closed. Introductions were being made, information shared but you could only focus on the heat radiating from the man nearly pressed flush against your back. With a careful step, you shifted closer to Carol. 

Everyone filed out once the doors opened but remained behind Dr. Jenner, listening to him explain the facility and what had been happening within the government sectors since the turn. Your thoughts, however, were running circles around the blood test he would be doing. Maybe you could manage to be the last draw and ask him in private to run the extra test if it wasn’t already on his agenda to do so. You could only assume that his priority was to ensure no one was infected. 

“Hey.”

Your head snapped up to find Daryl watching you with a narrowed, cautious gaze. 

“Keep up.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You mock saluted, hurrying by him. He muttered something as you passed that you figured was probably nothing you cared to hear. 

Straight to business, Jenner began drawing blood samples. Chewing on your lip, you began to creep back toward the wall, ensuring everyone was in front of you until—

“The hell ya doin’?” Daryl drawled right beside your ear. You hadn’t realized he was still behind you. Snatching your arm from his grasp, you glared up at him. 

“Just getting in line.” You sneered, side-stepping around him just as Jenner announced he was ready for the next person. Only you and Daryl remained. For the briefest moment, you pondered if his thoughts were aligning with your own, his blue eyes locked on you even as his blood was pulled into the tube. 

You glanced around to find everyone else chattering about the facility and the things they had been informed of, not really concerned with the testing going on. 

Except Rick and Daryl. 

Fuck. 

You plopped down on the chair and presented your arm, wracking your brain for a way of asking for him to run a pregnancy test without alerting Rick to your plight. As you glanced up, you found the man in question saying something to Daryl but the redneck wasn’t listening, his eyes burning into your own. You felt your stomach churn, an uncomfortable tingling sensation prickling at your hands and feet. Your ears began to ring just as Dr. Jenner announced he was done. With a minute nod, you stood, albeit slowly but it wasn’t enough. The world tilted, littered with black dots. The wavering image of the floor was coming up to meet you. 

“None of us have eaten in days. She’s new so she could have gone longer than us without.” 

Consciousness was prodding at the edges of your mind, sounds and voices coming back all at once. As you peeled your eyes open, you waited for the pain from hitting the floor but it never came. In fact, you weren’t on the floor at all. No one was looking down at you. 

“There she is.” Jacqui smiled, patting your hand that was carefully held between her own. You offered the smallest of smiles back, your eyes flickering over to where your knees dangled off of something. 

A hand. 

You turned your head to find none other than Daryl looking down at you with an unreadable expression. 

“Um, thanks.” You mumbled, pressing your hand to your stomach. You still felt nauseous but the dizziness was ebbing away. “You can put me down now.”

“I gotcha.” He replied. His voice was low, almost soft. 

“No, really. I’m good.” You looked around, now extremely uncomfortable with all the concerned stares and hushed voices. “Please.” You added, just low enough for only him to hear. Daryl didn’t say anything but carefully lowered your feet to the floor, his arm remaining across the small of your back while you gathered your bearings. “Thank you.”

He merely hummed. While he was no longer touching you, you couldn’t help but notice that his hand was still hovering. 

“I think some food would be the next logical course of action.” Dr. Jenner gave a tight smile and led the way from the room. 

You followed on unsteady legs, but Daryl stayed close. You weren’t sure how you felt about that. 

You decided to forego the table, standing at the small counter in the kitchen area to pick at your pasta dish while everyone laughed and celebrated at the table. Even Daryl seemed to be in good spirits, choosing Glenn as the subject of his pestering. Everyone seemed so carefree in that moment, your thoughts wandered to your own family. How your father would have looked smiling brightly at that table and enjoying a good, hot meal in relative safety. 

You brushed away the tear that had escaped and began to poke at your food with your fork. Feeling eyes on you, a glance showed Daryl watching you with a bottle just in front of his lips. Heat began to burn in your cheeks and you looked away, forcing yourself to take a bite that you didn’t even really want, hungry as you were. When you dared to look again, he was smiling and partaking in the toasts to Jenner. 

“Here’s to you, doc. Booyah!” He shouted before taking a generous swig straight from the bottle. Glasses clinked and similar praises were given. You raised your water glass when the quiet doctor’s eyes drifted over to you. 

You could only hope that from where you stood, no one noticed you weren’t drinking. You could always blame it on the nausea but that might only fuel more suspicion. Lucky for you, Shane decided to steer the mood into the opposite direction and all celebrations died down quickly. 

The meal was finished in relative silence. Even Daryl was leaned back against the counter with the bottle still in his hand, his expression grim. 

Jenner showed everyone to the rest of the living area. Some rooms had beds while others had couches. There were two words, though, that seemed to halt everyone in their tracks: hot water. It was almost comical to watch the bodies scatter but you remained still, letting them go until only you remained in the hall. You could shower later. You needed a moment alone with the doctor. 

You found him at one of the control panels, a centrifuge with tubes of blood sitting inside. You were wringing your hands as you approached, steps so quiet that he didn’t seem to notice you. Now that you had the opportunity to speak with him, you were petrified. He could say one word that would change your life forever. 

“Hi, Dr. Jenner.”

The man was obviously startled, spinning in the chair to regard you with wide eyes. “Oh! Y/N, right?” You nodded, feeling your legs begin to tremble. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. A little. I guess.” You stumbled over words, twisting one hand within the other until it hurt. “That’s why—why I’m here, actually.”

“I thought as much.” He sighed, laying down his pen on a notepad with more care than necessary. 

You felt your stomach sink. “You—did?” He nodded, expression almost sympathetic. “If you know why I’m here, then that means—” Your knees all but buckled, hands steadying yourself against the console before the doctor stood and offered his chair. 

“I take it this wasn’t planned.” You shook your head, gaze as vacant as your mind felt in that moment. Dr. Jenner pulled up another chair and sat down in front of you. “May I ask, the father, is he alive?” You nodded absently. “Will you tell him?”

That gave you pause, cogs and wheels turning in overdrive  to make your brain function. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s my opinion,” Jenner tapped on the desk as if just trying to do anything other than focus too hard on the conversation, “these are the end times. It goes without saying that there are no blessings anymore. Nothing real to hope for anymore.” Words were failing you as you struggled to entertain his thoughts. “I can help you.”

You stopped breathing. Was he suggesting—No. No, you couldn’t possibly make a decision of that magnitude without Daryl. Regardless of how it came to be, the baby was just as much his as it was yours. He had to know. “I, um—thank you, Dr. Jenner. Really.” You stood, tripping over the chair when you stepped back. Jenner did rise from his seat to ensure you didn’t fall but promptly returned once you were able to remain upright. “I just—he has to know. I have to tell him.” You blurted another ‘thank you’ as you jogged from the room, miraculously making it to the final empty room before you allowed yourself to break down. 

Sliding down the wall, you let one hand rest on your stomach, now certain there was a little life there. The halls were quiet; anyone could hear. Your other hand covered your mouth, stifling your harsh sobs. 

You were pregnant. 

You were scared. 

You wanted your father. His advice, his embrace. You would have even taken his scolding just to have him there. What a cruel twist of fate, losing your family only to be gifted with a new one. 

And then there was Daryl. Rude, angry, impulsive. What were you thinking? Well, you weren’t thinking of babies, that was for sure. 

You needed to get yourself together, figure out what to do next. Deep breath through the nose, count to five. Out through the mouth, count to five. You continued, pushing yourself to your feet so you could start pacing the room. 

You knew you had to tell Daryl. But when? If you waited, anything could happen. You could be injured or you could lose the baby. Fuck, or both. If he didn’t know and found out that way, he’d be furious. You hadn’t experienced the full scope of his anger and truly hoped not to, especially when it came to anything regarding the baby. 

You couldn’t wait. You had to tell him. 

“Like a bandaid. Just rip it off.” You told yourself when you opened the door and stepped into the hall. Quickly, you realized that you didn’t know what room he was in. “Fuck.”

“Wha’re ya doin’?” 

Of course. You looked over your shoulder first, finding him leaning against the wall outside an open door. “Looking for you, actually.”

“Why?”

“Can we talk?” The smell of alcohol wafted into your nostrils within several feet of him. Distantly, you wondered if it was too early for your pregnancy to be responsible. His eyes drifted down your body and back up before he flattened against the wall to let you by. 

Daryl had chosen one of the rooms with a couch, leaving you instantly feeling guilty for having a bed in your own. You didn’t choose the room, it just happened to be the only one open when you came back from meeting with Jenner. Maybe you could offer it to him to smooth things over after you had talked. 

“Look, Daryl—” You spun to find him standing mere inches away, that unreadable expression firmly in place. “First of all, are you drunk?” You rubbed your lips together before pulling the bottom one between your teeth. You weren’t doing this if he was drunk.

“Nah. Take more than wine for that.”

Your eyes flitted over to the bottle of whiskey on the end table. “You mean, like that?” You pointed, raising an eyebrow when he actually turned to look. 

“Ain’t had any.” He sniffed and crossed his arms. “Yet. Whaddaya need?”

“Daryl, I went to—well, when I—” The food from earlier began threatening to make a reappearance, worsening as his eyes continued to narrow. “I need to sit down.” The hard look faded and gave way to concern, something you hadn’t seen him openly convey. He didn’t say anything, but you felt his hand on your back, urging you toward the couch. “I’m sorry.” Like a bandaid. Like a bandaid. Your brain chanted at you, even as you doubled over to put your head on your knees. 

“Jesus, woman. It ain’t that big’a deal.” His flippant tone made you yearn to smack him upside the head with one of the couch’s cushions until you sat up with something particularly snarky on the tip of your tongue, only to be met with him unbuckling his belt. Your mouth agape, you did little more than blink at him. “Finally,” he drawled, leaning down to cage you against the back of the couch with an arm on either side, “didn’t think ya’d ever shut up.”

You should have stopped him. You knew that. But the moment his mouth was on yours, you were a lost cause. All you could focus on was the warmth beneath your hands. Daryl ran hot, never failing to leave your blood boiling beneath your skin. In a world gone cold with death, it was a relief to feel something so alive. 

“Saw ya in the truck.” He all but purred, pressing open-mouthed kisses across your jaw. “Would’a handled it for ya if ya’d asked.” He used his knee to force your legs apart, leaving it pressed into the couch just in front of your center. 

“Didn’t—wanna do this again.” You breathed, arching up with your head back to grant him access to the full expanse of your throat. 

“Yeah, ya did.” Daryl grinned against your flesh, his warm breath causing you to shiver. “S’a itch ya need scratched, same as me.”

Goddamnit, he was right. At first, it was all about the pleasure. The man excelled at making you feel good. Soon enough, it had gone beyond that. It was a connection with another person. You’d begun to crave being touched, being wanted. You lusted for the rush of making him feel good. You could die at any given moment and had wanted to live while you could. 

You needed to tell him about the baby—and you would—but first, you needed this. You could revel in the feel of him without the looming dangers of being vulnerable in the outside world. 

Your hand splayed open against his chest, pushing him back enough to enable you to pull your shirt over your head. Your slender fingers began undoing the button of your jeans while his mouth danced across the newly exposed skin. Lifting your hips, you slid down your pants and used your feet to rid yourself of them completely before you desperately pushed his trousers down his legs. 

It was the first time you’d seen so much of his bare skin, wondering if he’d finally allow you to touch him without the barrier of clothing. “I want you.” The admission left your mouth in a breathless plea. Daryl kicked his pants away from his feet, never ceasing his onslaught against the swell of your breasts above your bra. 

“Yeah?” He teased while a large hand slid across your ribs and around to your back, skilled fingers snapping open the clasp of your bra. You shed the article without care and tossed it. His mouth and hands were on you instantly. Lips and tongue taunted one nipple while he palmed your other breast. The calloused skin over your sensitive peak had you arching into him, breathy moans escaping your parted lips with abandon. “Thought I’s a asshole?”

You whimpered when you felt the light graze of his teeth. “You’re still an asshole.” Knowledgeable fingers slid your panties aside to massage your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “But I still want you to fuck me. Like now.” Pushing him away, you rose to your feet and shed your last article of clothing, nearly groaning when he allowed you to push his underwear down his legs. He was kicking them aside when you pulled up on the bottom of his shirt. 

“No!” He barked, batting your hand away. You reeled back, caught off guard in the moment, eyes wide. While his expression was tense, shame and sadness overflowed from that beautiful blue. 

“Okay.” You whispered, stepping hesitantly back into his space. He flinched when you placed your hands on his sides, on top of his shirt. There was a story there, a deep wound that he wasn’t going to reveal anytime soon. It wasn’t a subject to be pushed right then. Your mouth hovered in front of his, the wine on his breath tempting you to slowly dip your tongue between his lips. It passed across his own and withdrew, enough to spur him onward. 

He kissed you hard, a dance of tongues and teeth. He was stepping backward while you walked him until the backs of his legs hit the couch. He fell onto it almost clumsily but his hands found your hips with ease as you climbed onto his lap. 

Your slick coated his cock with a drag of your hips, pulling a moan from him that you eagerly swallowed. “I fucking hate this.” You growled, repeating the action. 

“Think your pussy says somethin’ diff’rent.” He nipped at your bottom lip, his large hands roaming your torso, up up up to squeeze your breasts. You hissed at the hint of pain, grinding your hips down harder. “Grab a rubber from my bag.”

“Pull out.” You dismissed him quickly. If he objected, he didn’t voice it. What he did do was slide a hand down to your mound to circle your swollen clit with his thumb. “Damn you.” You tugged on his hair, earning a groan and a buck of his hips. Sliding your hips forward while lifting yourself slightly, the tip of him caught your entrance. Embarrassingly aroused, you were able to slide right down until your ass met his thighs. “Fuck, why does that have to feel so good?” The perfect stretch of accommodation had your cunt fluttering around him. 

“Cause s’mine, remember?” Daryl growled, pushing his hips up with a satisfied hiss. You did remember. That tight feeling in your chest stirred to life, but you shoved it down, rolling your body over him to allow pleasure to swallow you. You couldn’t think about his words, the deeper meaning that you subconsciously wished they held. You couldn’t think of the baby inside you that he didn’t know about yet. 

You shook your head and threw it back, riding him in earnest. Each bounce resulted in a slap of slick skin on skin, his cock hitting every nerve inside of you that had your toes curling within moments. When you looked at him, he was watching you with dark eyes, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in an attempt to stay quiet beyond the occasional grunt. His hands had traveled back to your hips to help lift and lower you, successfully spearing you onto him. 

Your own hands slid down his clothed chest before you leaned back and braced yourself on his thighs. The new feel of his skin had the pleasure knot twisting hard in your belly. 

“Goddamn.” You heard him growl, one hand abandoning your waist to splay open between your breasts. “Slow down, woman.” 

But you didn’t. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the good you were feeling. Your chest was growing tighter and tighter until it felt like you couldn’t breathe. With strangled moans and gasps that felt futile, you leaned forward and fisted your hands in his shirt. Your eager bounces melted into a desperate grind against him. 

You just wanted to feel good. 

“Y/N, stop!”

And you did. You fell forward and all but wailed against his chest, any pleasurable sensation dissipating entirely. Everything came crashing down all at once, leaving you cold and scared and alone, even with Daryl still very much inside of you. Your sobs continued, any thought of moving quickly dismissed. 

“I’m—sorry.” You finally managed through the tears, your voice small to even your own ears. Daryl had yet to move and now, you were terrified to, fearing the look he was sure to be sporting. Still, there was only so long you could remain that way. When your sobs quieted to hiccups, you began to pull away from him only for his arm to encircle your back. 

Daryl was careful and quiet when he slipped out of you, keeping you pressed against him even as he rose slightly. He caught you beneath your legs to keep you from falling when he twisted to lay you across the couch. You stayed as he had placed you, watching him grab up his pack and head into the bathroom without a word. The shower turned on a moment later. 

You waited a moment more and then sat up, testing your legs before starting to gather up your clothing. You had really fucked this up, once again letting carnal desires outweigh any form of logic. How could you even face him after that, let alone tell him you were pregnant? 

“Damnit.” You whispered, finishing up getting dressed before you reached for the doorknob. You hesitated, taking a step toward the bathroom before ultimately turning around and leaving the room. 

[uhohwhathaveidone]

The Little Things (S.S)

When did it become 4am? Idk. Ghost files was playing in the background so I blame Shane and Ryan for distracting me. 

No warnings for this, it’s all fluff. Maybe angst if you look super closely but jokes on you, I tricked you. Maybe a part two because I definitely didn’t finish it but it’s on a pretty good cliffhanger. I listened to Artic Monkeys for the three hours it took me to give you a 2.9k fic, dedication. Snap Out of It is playing rn, life is good. Anyway Hufflepuff gn reader again becasue i said so (im sorry that was mean) Good night

       Ominis sat on the couch in the common room of the Slytherin house, listening carefully to his friend Sebastian. Due to his own disability, Ominis had no idea what most people looked like, and he never really cared to ask. But he was becoming close friends with the new 5th year student, a Hufflepuff who somehow became integrated into the group. He found their voice calming and would laugh if they said something funny or a quip at Sebastian over something. He didn’t want to ask his new friend about their looks, he thought it would be weird, so instead he asked Sebastian. Sebastian had joked about it at first, saying that you had a face full of ugly scars and moles all over your face, but after he saw Ominis quirk an eyebrow and sigh in annoyance, he settled down and gathered his thoughts.

      He had the clearest image of you in his head, as if you were standing in front of him. He took a breath, “Well, you already know that they’re nice, of course. Their face matches their personality, I think. Their eyes are like jewels of the brightest colour, and their eyebrows really match their face? I don’t know how to explain it.” He went on, describing you to Ominis in as much detail as possible, not leaving out a single characteristic, down to how long your eyelashes were and how tall you were.

      “What else?” Ominis asked, smirking to himself as he listened to Sebastian blabber on. “What? You want to know more?” He asked, earning a nod from Ominis. Sebastian thought to earlier, when he glanced over at you during Herbology. Professor Garlick had been talking about a rather confusing subject, Sebastian wasn’t even quite sure what it was about, but he knew it had something to do with magical plants. In his own confusion, he had looked over at you to see if you were understanding any better, only to be met with your squinting eyes as you tried to make sense of the words. You had done this a lot whenever you were confused, and Sebastian secretly found it adorable, though he would never tell anyone. Sometimes, if you were really confused, he would watch your nose scrunch up as well and a small frown dawn on your lips. When the class had ended, you had trotted up to him and elbowed him in the side, sighing. “Ow! What was that for?” Sebastian had asked, pushing you to the side and away from him. You shrugged in response, letting out a dramatic sigh. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, knowing that you just wanted him to ask you what was wrong. “Ok, fine. What’s wrong?” He eventually asked, pulling onto your robe to make sure you didn’t get separated from each other. He watched as you tried to hide a smile, replying. “I didn’t understand a word she said. I felt rather dumb.” Sebastian nodded his head and brought a hand up to pat you on the head. “I could tell, you’re not very good at keeping a straight face. But I didn’t understand anything either, so I suppose that makes up two idiots together, yeah?” You snorted in response, shaking his hand off your head. “I’m still smarter than you, so don’t get any ideas.” Sebastian quipped a quick “yeah right” and walked along side you, thinking about how soft your hair had felt for a moment. He never understood that, how you managed to always have soft hair.

      Ominis only continued to smile as Sebastian talked about the faces you made and what had happened that day. “Do they make those faces when they fall asleep during our study time?” He asked. Sebastian hummed in response as he remembered how you fell asleep at the table the three of you were occupying in the library, your face pressed against a book as soft, slightly muffled snores left you. “Yeah, their nose twitches a bit.” You had been studying charms for a test the next day, and you had brought the book up close to read the small writing that was in the corner. You scrunched your nose up then, too. Sebastian had been too busy explaining a concept for a charm to see you lay the book down on the table once again and try to stifle a yawn. When he asked you a question and waited for your reply, he heard a soft noise. Looking over, you had laid your head down and used the book as a pillow, a hand brought up to your face to rest against your cheek. He watched for a moment, taking in the details of your sleeping form. He recounted the details to Ominis now, mentioning how your eyes had shifted a bit under your eyelids, and how you twitched randomly and caused hair to fall into your face.

      Ominis didn’t even have to speak anymore, Sebastian just kept talking.

      The next day, during breakfast, you seemingly appeared from nowhere next to Sebastian at the table, pushing your shoulder against his own to grab something to eat. It startled the boy half to death, and he was left stuttering out a string of not-so-strong words. “Listen, I know that Hufflepuffs are supposed to be loyal, but you have to warn someone before you just appear, yeah?” He breathed, smoothing down his robes. You only shook your head in response, a piece of toast quite literally hanging from your mouth as you tried to reach for some jam, which was just too far away for your fingers to reach. Sebastian smiled as he grabbed the jam you had been reaching for, showing it to you. “This what you’re after?” He asked, and you nodded in response. His smile widened as he looked you in the eye, and placed the jam father away. The toast dropped from your mouth as you gasped, eyes beginning to squint in annoyance. “Ominis, they’re squinting at me, I might just die.” Sebastian joked, flailing dramatically. You huffed as you got up to fetch it yourself, mumbling. “Typical Slytherin. Oh, you want this? Go get it ha ha.” Ominis heard this and choked on his juice. “What was that?” Sebastian asked, who didn’t quite catch what you had said due to his own laughter. You sat back down and began spreading the jam on your toast. “You’re acting like a dog. A puppy even. Childish, like a Slytherin.” You quipped, pointing the dull knife at him. You continued, “All bark but no bite. Like a Golden Retriever.” Sebastian pretended to be offended as he took a bite of his food, leaning over to Ominis. “If we’re talking about dogs, someone is a Pomeranian.” He said, pretending to whisper to Ominis. You heard this, and wacked him upside his head. “Am not.” You retorted, taking a bite of toast finally. Ominis, thanks to Sebastian describing you, maybe too much, was able to imagine the face you were making as you argued lightly about how you most certainly were not a Pomeranian, but never state what kind of dog you thought you were. “I think you’re just Sebastian’s emotional support dog,” Ominis stated, using his shoulder to push Sebastian away. You titled your head slightly, a confused hum voicing your thoughts. “Well,” Ominis continued, “Everyone just calls you his emotional support Hufflepuff, but it’s pretty much the same thing.” “Hey!”

       That night, Sebastian came back to the common room later than usual, but mumbling excitedly to himself as he beelined to Ominis. “You will not believe what I just witnessed.” He started, dropping into a chair next to his friend. Ominis turned to his direction, wondering just what Sebastian could have witnessed. “Y/n. I was looking for them because I grabbed their potions book on accident, which, not my fault.” Sebastian started. Ominis shook his head and smiled, motioning for Sebastian to continue. “Anyway, I found them by their common room, but they didn’t go in for some reason. They were just standing there, swaying kind of?” Ominis began to imagine you in a trance state, just swaying for no reason. Sudden worry fell onto his face. “Were they cursed?” He asked, earning a laugh from Sebastian. “I thought so at first, so I went over to see if everything was ok.” He paused, trying not to laugh as he thought back to what you were doing. He had walked up to you slowly, as if you would turn around and attack him if he went too fast. As he got closer, he could hear you mumbling lightly to yourself, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. Surely you hadn’t gone crazy, swaying, and mumbling to a wall? He crept closer, wand ready just in case. As he found himself behind you, he peered over your shoulder. “They were swaying, to the moving cactus!” He laughed, clutching his sides. You were, in fact, dancing with the little cactus, entranced by its movement. Sebastian had let out a laugh when he realized what was going on, and caused you to jump backwards, right into him. He had caught you, still laughing as you looked up at him and scowled. “What are you laughing for?” You asked as you pushed yourself off of him and fixing your robes. Sebastian, nearly out of breath from laughing so hard, held his hand up to signal that he needed a moment. You crossed your arms and stared at him, a pouty frown forming on your lips. Sebastian saw this and had to take even more breaths. He mentioned this to Ominis, how you pouted at him. Ominis huffed in amusement, imagining what that must have looked like. Once Sebastian was able to catch his breath, he walked over to the cactus and pointed at it. “Dancing with a cactus?” You puffed your cheeks, not responding. He continued, “I don’t think it’s a good dance partner, it’s got the moves, but a bit prickly, don’t you think?” You kept your arms crossed, “Like you’re a better dance partner.” Sebastian scoffed at the thought of a cactus being better than him, but he still felt his cheeks heat up a bit. “Of course, I am.” He stopped at that, telling Ominis that he had clearly won that argument. Ominis shook his head as he got up, “Sebastian, you’re quite daft.” “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

         Ominis found it amusing to hear Sebastian talk about things, he always spoke in detail to give him a better picture, which also meant that he unintentionally spared hardly any details. Ominis had learned a long time ago how to identify what Sebastian was into by the way he described certain things. A bird would get the simple description, while something like the colour or texture of a potion he was making in class would be explained in depth. He noticed this while Sebastian talked about you. Although he knew Sebastian went into detail about what you looked like so he could get the best image possible, Sebastian would give unnecessary details, like if you had a leaf in your hair one day or how your eyes had a twinkle. Sebastian had paid such close attention to everything that you did, it was hard to think that he only saw you as a friend. Yet, Ominis could just feel the oblivious look on Sebastian’s face if it was ever brought up.

       It was some time the following week when Sebastian came across a moment of frustration. You had been a topic of conversation amongst fellow students. You always were. Yet, when some of the boys from his house came up to him and Ominis asking about you, Sebastian became defensive. He didn’t describe you to the boys like he described you to Ominis. This caused Ominis to smirk to himself as he listened in, noting the ting of jealousy in Sebastian’s voice. Once the group had left the two of them, Ominis dug his elbow into Sebastian’s side. “Ow! What are you on about, doing that?” Sebastian asked, holding his side. Ominis continued to try and poke Sebastian, mumbling. “You really like them; the big bad golden retriever Slytherin has a soft spot for the Hufflepuff.” He joked, of course, and he was unable to see the face Sebastian was making. But he knew just how flustered he got when he was unable to form a sentence to combat Ominis, his cheeks a bright red as he froze. Ominis had to explain to Sebastian what he meant, teasing him about how oblivious he was. “You talk a lot. Too much, sometimes. But you hardly spoke a word to them when they asked about y/n. You’re not too subtle, are you?”

      You walked in to see Ominis with a devious smile, his index finger still out and ready to poke Sebastian in his side. Sebastian, on the other hand, was frozen in place and red. It was quite a sight to see. You walked over and stood over the two boys. “What are you guys doing?” You asked, a smirk forming as you got a closer look at the scene the two of them had created. Sebastian looked up quickly and stared at you, much like a deer caught alone by a hunter. Ominis’ smile never left. “I was just teasing Sebastian. He’s been acting quite dumb and needed to be told.” Ominis got up and fixed his robes. “Well, I have places to go, so I’ll be seeing the two of you later for a study session for charms. No sleeping this time either.” And with that, he left.

      You took Ominis’ seat next to Sebastian, your smile growing larger as you watched him try to form some sort of sentence. “Have you been dumb, Sebastian?” You teased. Sebastian could only narrow his eyes at you. You continued to tease him, “Aw poor baby. Whatever shall we do?” Sebastian’s face got redder if that was even possible. You took notice of this and went to poke his cheek, the warmth almost burning you. Sebastian, still unable to form words, got up from his seat and turned his back and stood there. You took that as you hint to get up as well, and followed him out to the hall. You kept walking beside him, but were unable to see that he slowed down and walked behind you. When you finally noticed, he had run into your back, burying his head between your shoulders and moving to wrap his arms around you. You felt your cheeks flare up now, unable to do anything. “I’m not that dumb.” He mumbled, seemingly trying to burrow further into your back. At first you thought his feelings had been hurt, but you felt a smile grow on your back, and suddenly your sides were being attacked. “Sebastian you cheater!” You yelled, desperately trying to break free of his grasp. The boy wouldn’t let go, not until he tickled you until you were out of breath and falling to your knees. A triumphant step and a happy hum, he knelt with you, lightly head butting you. “Maybe you’re the dumb one.”

        “You’re both dumb.” Ominis said as he took his seat at the library table. Even after Sebastian had told him about the attack he launched on you, he didn’t say if he ever confessed. You hadn’t even shown up to the study session yet, and Ominis was already cursing you for your own feelings, had you even realized them yet was beyond him. “Now that’s rude.” Sebastian retorted, pulling his book out. Ominis scoffed, “Not rude enough, it appears. How is it that the two of you have not realized this yet? You think “Emotional Support Hufflepuff” was a friendly term or something?” Sebastian furrowed his brow, “Yes, is it not?” Ominis could only shake his head. “You are impossible.”

      A few moments later you had arrived, your book in hand and a quill and parchment in the other. “Get distracted by dancing cacti again?” Sebastian teased as you sat beside him. You shook your head, opening to the page the three of you had left off on. “Sounds like someone didn’t get poked enough.” You mumbled. Ominis let out a snort. The three of you began your study like normal, without you falling asleep this time. Before the library blew out its lights, the three of you left. Ominis had bid you farewell as he made his way back to the Slytherin dorm, claiming that he needed a shower before bed. You were left with Sebastian, who walked by your side and occasionally (and purposely) bumped into you. You gasped as he bumped into you too hard, sending you falling into a wall. Luckily, Sebastian realized just how hard he hit you, and quickly went to grab you before you contacted the stone. He wrapped his arms around you and held you still, muttering a “whoops” into your hair. You huffed, “If you wanted me to fall for you, all you had to do was ask.” You laughed at your own joke, congratulating yourself for coming up with something so fast. Sebastian stayed silent, seemingly holding you tighter. You felt him say something against your head and calmed your laughing down. “What was that?” You asked. Sebastian shook his head, eventually letting go of you and continuing to walk you to your dorm.

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Icarus Part 13

Hello! I've cut my backlog literally in half with this move and while I hate seeing it that low (seven chapters I have waiting to be published) that is it's point after all.

After the nice meeting with Nancy, Robin brings the news to the boys who have a much different perspective on the issue.

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Robin was the last to arrive at Steve’s swanky apartment. Spence was on the grill frying up her tofu burger first so the meat wouldn’t touch hers. Simon and Shane were in a heated discussion about Brandon Sanderson and his contribution to the fantasy genre. Her best friend was coming out of the kitchen with all sorts of vegan options for her to chose from.

She went over and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, taking a couple of the bowls from him so he could go back and get more.

Once everyone had gotten their food and settled in Robin told them about her meeting with Nancy and Chrissy.

“So she’s going to apologize to our Stevie?” Simon asked around a bite of his potato salad.

Robin nodded stabbing her salad with a fork. “That’s what she said. I’ll believe it when I see it, though.” She took a bite of her food.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Though ti doesn’t surprise me she’s not with Jonathan anymore.”

Robin tilted her head with a frown. “What do you mean?”

He sighed and pushed his food away not feeling very hungry at the moment. “Both of us had been pretty vocal about the white picket fence and the two point five kids. I’ve changed my mind on that obviously,” he waved at all of them. “But Jonathan was always his mom and Will first, especially after Will’s kidnapping. He was never going to be ambitious in the way she wanted.”

“His little brother got kidnapped?” Shane asked in wide-eyed shock. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, it was this whole thing,” Steve said, nodding and leaning back on his chair, propping his arm on the back. “But everyone knew that despite all his dreams of being a wild life photographer, he was always going to pick somewhere close to home.”

“So yeah,” Robin said rolling her eyes and cocking her head. “She said she as going to apologize, but I told her she had to that and a shit ton of grovelling before I would consider her to rep the band.”

Steve phone went off and he picked it up. He frowned at the number. He answered it with a confused, “Hello?”

“Steve? Steve Harrington?” the cool feminine voice asked.

“That’s me,” he replied sitting up in his seat. “How can I help you?”

“It’s Nancy Wheeler,” she said after a moment. “I got your number from the record label, I hope that’s okay.”

“Uh, yeah,” he said in surprise. “Yeah, that’s fine. Wow, the Nancy Wheeler. We were just talking about your meeting with Celeste earlier.”

“Oh,” Nancy said, “I was hoping to call after you had finished speaking with her about it. I can call later.”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. We were mostly done anyway. We were just having dinner.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed. “If you’re eating, I could call back later tonight or even at a convenient time tomorrow?”

Steve rolled his eyes and Shane covered his mouth to hide the bubble of laughter that sprang to his lips. “I said it was fine. How are you? I understand you’re a hot shot music agent now.”

He could almost feel her smile on the other end when she said, “Something like that.”

She cleared her throat. “I’m actually calling to see you wanted to meet me for lunch tomorrow, I wanted to catch up and well...really to apologize. We were both so young, but that was no reason to treat you the way I did.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and put his elbow on the table to prop up the hand that was holding the phone. “You’re right, it wasn’t. But sure, I have a few days off, I could meet you for lunch tomorrow. What time and where?”

Nancy gave him the information and then rang off. Steve threw his phone on the table next to his plate and threw himself against the back of the chair in frustration.

“Well color me shocked,” Robin said with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t think she would actually go for it. Chrissy and I were actually going to go through another list of agents to find one more suitable.”

Spence rubbed the bottom of his lip. “I’m not sure I like the idea of Steve going alone. Because she can say she apologized and that Steve was unreasonable and get us blacklisted for other agents.”

Steve felt an uneasy twist to his stomach at that. But not just that, he just didn’t trust her. He didn’t even know how he was talked into letting her into his life in the first place. She was all apologies now, but what about later? What about after she finds out Steve and Eddie are dating? Would that be a conflict of interest? What if she’s homophobic? What if she outs him before he has a chance to do it himself?

“Steve.”

He came to himself with a start. He looked around to see that everyone was looking at him in concern.

“Hey, hon,” Shane said, tilting his head down to look at Steve. “You doing alright? You don’t look so good.”

He didn’t see Robin but as he came further into himself he could feel the warmth of her hand as she rubbed circles around the pulse point on his wrist.

“There you are, dingus,” she said with a teasing lit to her tone. “You really had us worried for a minute. Where did you go?”

Steve let out a shuddering sigh and then another. “Sorry, I guess I just got caught in a spiral of bad thoughts.”

Robin’s other hand came up to squeeze his. “We don’t have to take her as our agent,” she murmured. “Hell don’t even have to go talk to her if you don’t want to. Or we can all go. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“I don’t think she’s apologizing to Steve because she’s actually sorry,” Simon said with a sneer, “I think she’s doing it because she sees dollar signs. If she signs with us that is going to make her a shit ton of money and open her up to even bigger clients. Corroded Coffin was already established when they hired her but if we hit the stratosphere while she’s repping us she’ll be in a sweet spot to have the doors open for her.”

Robin stood up. “I guess what I’m hearing is that none of you trust her with Steve. She already knows who each of the band is, because she signed the NDA. But just say the word and I’ll walk away.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I want to hear her out. If she’s actually sincere. But you’re all right, I can’t go alone.”

“Take Robin,” Spence suggested. “She’ll expect you to bring your best friend.”

Shane shook his head. “I think he should take one of us. Maybe Simon, he’s the most ripped out of all of us. I want him protected.”

“I’m down,” Simon replied with a grin.

Robin shook her head, a sly grin on her face. “No, no. Take Eddie.”

“What the fuck?” Simon said rearing his head back, offended. “Why him and not me?”

She put her hands on her hips. “Because he encompasses everything we need. A good friend, who won’t let her walk all over him, like me. An imposing guy like Simon. He might not look like much out of the leathers, but in them and he looks like he could snap you in two. Also, he’s worked with her for a number of years and would be a better judge of if she’s being genuine.”

Spence and Shane shared a glance.

“Sorry, darling,” Shane said with a shrug, “I’m gonna have to go with Robbie on this one. Plus, she’s going to have to know about their relationship anyway.”

Spence chewed on his bottom lip fitfully.

“What’s on your mind, Spence?” Steve asked. “I smell your hair burning from here!”

Spence snorted, “Oh fuck off!” But a giggle escaped anyway.

“You got a problem with Eddie?” Robin asked tilting her head to the side as she regarded their drummer.

Spence waved his hands in front of him. “Oh hell no! It’s not about Eddie, it’s not really about Steve going to meet Nancy.”

Simon frowned and put an arm around him. “What’s going on then?”

“Steve is being too nice about this whole thing,” he murmured. “She didn’t just cheat. She didn’t just string him along. She knew going into the relationship what Steve wanted. Yeah, it’s bit unrealistic to imagine marrying your high school sweetheart. But there is a reason it’s so prevalent in all our media. Because it can happen, because it has happened before. And then her excuse was that Steve wasn’t ambitious enough? Why?”

Steve furrowed his brow as he thought about it. That was an unusual dig. He was a senior in high school, how much more ambitious did she want.

Robin shrugged and said to fill the silence, “I’m not sure because I didn’t become friends with Steve until after the whole mess, but my guess is that he wanted to take what the Europeans call a gap year. A year to just be a kid before jumping into college.”

“Something my parents weren’t fond of either, if I’m honest,” Steve scoffed.

Shane waved his hand toward Steve to indicate that was most likely the cause. “And there it is. It’s so insane everyone expecting to kids to go right into school without taking the time to figure out what you want to do with your life. Hell, you have to apply in January. That’s half way through your senior year. You’re supposed to know what you want in life before you even finish high school? That’s fucked up on all levels.” Through the whole rant, he gestured wildly with his hands.

“I didn’t get to into college my first try,” she said, “Because my parents made too much for me to get assistance but not enough for them to pay for it themselves. And then I met you guys and the rest is history.”

There were nods all around.

“It is up to Stevie to forgive her,” Simon said with a grimace. “But some part of me doesn’t want him to.”

Steve straightened up in his chair. “Why not?” He cocked his head to side, looking like a confused puppy dog.

Simon huffed out a sigh and squirmed in his chair, looking down at his food. He poked at the top of his hamburger bun, picking at the sesame seeds.

“You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your ego for us to get a good agent.”

The silence that followed filled the air with a thick sinking feeling.

Steve straightened his spine. “I’m not the weak-willed, touch-starved kid she remembers. I have three of the best mates a guy could ask for, a platonic soulmate, and a boyfriend that loves me for me. If she thinks she can swan into my life and walk all over me like she did before, she has another think coming. I’ll meet up with her and take Eddie. But make it absolutely clear, I have everyone’s backing on this. If I walk away, we all walk away.”

There was still some grumbling, but it was ultimately it was up to Steve. He made the necessary calls and then they settled down to finish their dinner.

Slowly the mood improved as the night went on, but it never did reach the heights of a laid back night with friends.

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hii, i loveddd ur last fic and was wondering if u could write jealous (but sweet) shane?? if ur up for it ofc ! either way btw I LOVE UR WRITING + THANK U FOR WRITING SHANE HER FICS ARE SO RARE

Jealousy, Jealousy | s.m

pairing: shane mccutcheon x fem!reader

contains: jealous!shane, smoking, some fluff, established relationship, oblivious reader, implied nsfw at the end

summary: shane gets jealous when she notices a woman being flirty with you at a coffee shop.

a/n: tysm anon!! love this request because i was definitely planning to write jealous shane are you kidding me? also sorry that the writing has slowed down, school has started back up again and I've been sick for the last week so I've been fighting for my life

word count: 2.1k

It was almost the last straw for you when you reached into your bag and found that your wallet wasn’t there.

The first had been sleeping through your alarm, and the second was when someone had cut you off on the road, prompting you to let out a very rational string of curses. After throwing on the fist decent outfit you’d found in your closet and rushing out of the house faster than you probably ever had in your life, all you wanted was coffee to give you the strength to last through this day. That was why you’d taken your lunch break to head to your and Shane’s favourite coffee shop, conveniently close to your place of work and the gym she frequented.

Apparently, some caffeine was too much to ask for.

“God, I’m sorry, I must have forgotten my wallet,” you sighed to the guy behind the register, feeling more defeated than annoyed as you continued to rummage through your purse, as if expecting it to suddenly appear. You cast a glance over your shoulder to the glass doors hopefully, but Shane wasn’t here yet. She’d texted you saying she’d be there in five minutes or so.

You gave him an apologetic smile and were about to go sit and wait at one of the tables when a voice and a light tap on your shoulder drew your attention. “Excuse me, is this yours?”

The voice belonged to a pretty woman with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and a smattering of freckles across her high cheekbones. Her smile was sweet and friendly, and she was holding out to you what was, sure enough, your wallet. 

You let out a relieved breath, giving her a look of gratitude as you took it from her. “Wow, I thought I lost it. Thank you. Seriously.”

“Found it out in the parking lot,” she said, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. “Trust me, it’s happened to me a few times.” The small laugh she let out was bubbly, the kind that made you want to automatically return it.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you said, holding up the wallet and flashing her a grin before moving back to the register to order your and Shane’s regulars. 

You stood by the counter to wait, and when the woman finished ordering for herself, she moved to stand beside you. 

“Heading to work?” she asked conversationally, her eyes flicking over your work attire.

You nodded, glancing down at yourself briefly. “Yeah. I’m on my break, actually,” you said with a smile. “I needed a coffee fix. If one more thing went wrong for me today, I’d be driving off a cliff right now.” 

She laughed again, a little too hard, in your opinion, at what hadn’t even been all that funny. Still, the smile on your lips grew a bit. Maybe you were just underestimating your own charm, here. “So you work around here?” she asked, to which you nodded. “So do I, actually. I own a flower shop on Millers.”

“No way! I’m down there a lot. You’ll have to tell me what it’s called so I can check it out sometime.”

The conversation flowed easily, drifting from discussing work to what you did for fun nearby. You were a little surprised by how easy it was, normally not being one for small talk in the slightest, but she was warm and attentive, reaching over to touch your arm once or twice as she laughed at some small quip you made.

The door swung open in your peripheral, and you glanced over to see Shane striding over to you with that relaxed, easy swagger she had. You shot her a grin as she made her way over, and she returned it, the corner of her lips crooking up, though you noticed that her eyes were flicking between you and the woman in front of you questioningly.

“Hey,” you greeted her, holding out the coffee you’d ordered for her.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” she said a little breathlessly, her hand brushing over your back lightly as she took the cup. A light, casually intimate touch. You were so caught up in smiling up at her in admiration that you’d forgotten momentarily that there was someone else standing right there. “Who’s this?” Shane asked, looking from you to the woman with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh! Right. This is…” you gestured to the woman, who was now glancing between you and Shane with a faint smile, but your words trailed off as you drew a blank. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name,” you said with a laugh.

“It’s Sam,” she offered with a chuckle. “Or Samantha. But Sam’s fine.”

“Shane,” she introduced herself with a tight smile when Sam’s eyes turned back to her expectantly.

“Sam found my wallet. Apparently I dropped it in the parking lot,” you told Shane, who was taking a sip of her coffee, eyes roving over Sam as if sizing her up. “She was just telling me about the flower shop she owns downtown. We probably passed it before. Isn’t that cool?”

“Very cool,” Shane said in a noncommittal tone, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“You should definitely drop by sometime! I’d love to see you there,” Sam said brightly, eyes focused on you. “Bright yellow awning. Can’t miss it. Here, I’ll give you my card.” She began digging around in the satchel hanging from her shoulder. As she did, you felt Shane’s hand on your back again. It snaked around your waist, tugging you against her subtly.

When Sam straightened up, holding out a small business card between two fingers, you took it, eyes scanning over the picture on the front. “Don’t feel obligated to come, of course. I just thought… you know,” she said. You could feel her eyes on you as you flipped it over, murmuring your compliments about how it looked like a cute place. “That is such a pretty necklace on you, by the way,” she smiled, causing you to look up in some surprise as you touched a hand to your chest, flattered by the sudden compliment.

You thanked her just as Shane abruptly turned to you, reaching out to take the business card. “Can I see this?” She took it, studying it for all of two seconds. “Yep, there it is. Yellow awning,” she said flatly, her tone dripping sarcasm as she held up the card. She was smiling, but it was unnaturally tense—the kind of smile you plastered on to hide your irritation. “That is really great. Would you excuse us for a second?”

You looked at her, your brows slightly narrowed in confusion. She clearly wasn’t happy, you could see that much, but you didn’t know why she’d be in such a mood. Before you could open your mouth to say something to her, Sam did first.

“Of course, you probably have somewhere to be! Don’t let me hold you up.” She flashed another sweet smile at the both of you, picking up her coffee. “So nice to meet you!”

You had hardly finished returning her goodbye before you were practically being whisked out the door by Shane, her hand on your waist gentle but firm. “Hey—What are you doing? We just got here,” you protested as she pushed the door open, leading you outside.

“We can sit in my car,” she responded shortly, as if that made any sense at all. You relented, following her over to her car and watching as she pulled the door open and ducked in. You slid into the passenger seat beside her, the doors kept wide open.

You watched as she set her coffee down in the cupholder and immediately began rummaging around in the armrest, the sharp line of her jaw tensed. “Shane,” you said, but either she didn’t hear you or was too distracted to respond as she pulled out her pack of cigarettes, promptly pulling one out and sticking it between her lips.

Your brows raised slightly as she grabbed her lighter and lit up. She rarely smoked in the middle of the day like this. “Shane,” you repeated, a bit louder this time.

“What?” she asked innocently, looking over at you with the cigarette dangling from her lips.

“You want to tell me what that was? What, you didn’t like her?”

She took a long drag before just staring at you for a moment, as if unable to tell whether or not you were joking. “She was hitting on you.”

“What?” You laughed in disbelief. “No she wasn’t.” Sure, she’d been all smiles and had paid you a nice compliment, but that didn’t mean it was flirting.

Shane gave you that deadpan look again. “Yes, she was.”

“Maybe she was just being friendly. How do you know she’s not straight?”

She scoffed. “She’s not straight.”

“She could be straight.”

“I saw where her eyes were going.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, attempting to play at indignant but unable to help the grin that played across your lips. “What are you talking about?” 

Shane exhaled, a puff of smoke unfurling from her lips, as her gaze fell very pointedly to your chest before moving back up, the motion exaggerated. 

“She was looking at my necklace. She complimented it,” you protested, rolling your eyes.

“Are you kidding? That’s, like, the oldest trick in the book,” Shane pointed out, exasperated. “You want to check out someone’s tits, but you can’t be too obvious, so you focus on the jewelry. ‘Oh, hey, I like your necklace. It looks so pretty on you.’ See what I did there?”

Your gaze trailed from her to a spot out the window as you fell back against your seat, considering her words. It did make sense. And Shane would know, after all. She had probably pulled it herself once or twice. 

“Huh,” was all you said, your mind turning over the previous interaction in light of this new information. You weren’t displeased by it; it had been awhile since you’d been flirted with. Or maybe you got hit on all the time but just completely failed to notice, if today was any indication.

“Yeah. Huh.” You felt her gaze lingering on you for a few moments before she turned back to the window, taking another drag. “N’ since when have you ever wanted to go to a flower shop?” she mumbled, disgruntled.

The grouchiness in the remark caught your attention, and you breathed a laugh, leaning over on the armrest. “Oh, come on,” you said teasingly, your grin only growing when she shot you an unamused look. You couldn’t help it—it was cute, the way she was pouting, the little scowl on her face. “I don’t, babe.”

“That’s not what you said in there,” she said stubbornly.

“I promise.” You leaned forward to pinch her cheeks in your hand, just to make her pay attention to you, to which she batted your hand away lightly. Your heart gave a sudden clench of affection as your eyes roamed over her face. “I do kinda like it when you’re jealous, though.” Your voice was soft, teasing.

“I’m not jealous,” she muttered, huffing a little. “I just didn’t like seeing her be all… touchy. And smiley.” She made a face.

You plucked the cigarette out of her hand, leaning back in your seat. With a sound of protest, Shane reached for it, grinning despite herself as she practically fell over you. She braced herself with an arm against the seat, your faces inches apart. “Give that back.”

You held the cigarette out of reach, your other hand coming up to cup her face, your thumb brushing over her lips. God, she was pretty. “You’re right. Only you get to do those things,” you said as you pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “No one else.” You kissed her again, a little longer this time, and you heard her give a low grumble in her throat as she kissed you back. At the same time, her hand tangled with yours to retrieve the cigarette.

“Yeah?” she said in a low voice when she pulled back, her eyes still glued to your mouth. Her head lifted briefly to give a quick glance around before looking back down at you, that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes. “You want to prove it to me?”

The corner of your lips quirked up, your stomach giving a little flutter at the way she was staring at you. “Prove it to you how?”

She smirked, knowing you knew exactly what she meant. “How much time do you have left?”

You quickly dug around for your phone, clicking it on to check the time, then promptly dropped it back into your purse. You grabbed her cigarette again, this time earning no protest, and tossed it out the door, swinging a leg out and using the heel of your boot to grind it into the pavement. “Enough.”

[charleslee-valentine]

Freebies

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Dosability Pride Month Event: Day 4- Gonna Be a Fun Trip

Word Count: ~2,000

Warnings: Internalized ableism, referenced period typical ableism.

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Lord help him. Pray to anyone above that this damn ramp is gonna hold up.

The Sawyers fixed it up out of scrap for him, three railroad ties as the base, curved steel brackets from a car's frame screwed to two plywood slats to reinforce ‘em and wood glue so thick it might as well be a shell around the structure. And prayers. Lots of prayers

“Try it! T-Try it Franklin!” Nubbins goads from the safety of the porch, waving his arms wildly like the worst impression of a traffic cop Franklin ever seen.

Franklin eyes the contraption they built warily, “I don’ know.. We sure it’s safe?”

“Yeh!!” Nubbins answers without even lookin’ or considerin’ it, just waving around urgently for Franklin to come forward.

See the ramp is new, ‘cause his chair is new too. Finally caved in and replaced that old 1950s piece of junk for somethin’ better. Motorized. A chair that can wheel itself and don’t need him pullin’ muscles in his shoulders or Nubbins trippin’ over bent tire frames to push forward.

That’s why the last straw come, was them both takin’ a tumble ass over end down the back steps and into the yard ‘cause Nubbins’ three sizes too big for him pants got snagged on the tire spokes. Franklin got the chair and Nubbins directly on top of him which busted his wrist up pretty good, needed a home-fixed cast a while to keep from tweakin’ it funny. But that meant no manually movin’ the chair, and Nubbins sure wasn’t allowed after he supposedly caused the accident.

Now, he won’t complain about gettin’ wheeled around by Bubba, who happens to be mindful of bumps and cracks when he can be, but Bubba ain’t so patient these days. Certainly ain’t the timid kid he was when Franklin met him a little over decade ago. At almost thirty somethin’ entering his rebellious romantic phase and more interested in some angel-voiced debutante on the radio than dealin’ with Franklin’s business. Fair enough.

The obvious next step is a motorized chair, somethin’ he’d been dreamin’ of for a long, long time. Put it on every Christmas list as a kid, breathed it into the air with the smoke of a birthday wish. And every year he stayed right cooped up in that old beater he had with no illusion of independence with.

Back then he took it for folks not understanding his desire to just wander. To not exhaust himself from propelling forward and the pains shootin’ down his arms into his chest. There’s a fine difference between a self-propelling chair and a pusher chair that Franklin knew well from tearin’ his muscles over and over.

Shane he realized the world works a lot crueler than just not understanding, a coverup for the pain he felt from all of them.

Took until he’s moved out, zero contact with Mom and Pop, in with the Sawyers through some probably wicked chain of events he’d forgotten a while back, to become able to move on his own.

And here in the chair, transferred easy after practicin’ it a dozen or so times the second it was here in the yard, his hand sits on the lever but not pushing forward. He’s nervous. Overwhelmed by flittering anxieties that loom over his head like gnats around a flush.

“Most people, they go for fittings and buy these things special just for them. Don’t just stumble upon..” It’s halfway into that sentence that Franklin realizes, Nubbins never did finish tellin’ him where he got the chair past that it was available and decently clean after a supervised wipe down of all its parts. “Hold on, how did you find this thing again?”

“I-It was on the corner, with a money sign, b-but we took it. L-Like it was for- for freebies since no-nobody was usin’ it.” Nubbins fiddles with his hands ‘cause he knows Franklin ain’t gonna be th’ happiest with that answer.

Not that Nubbins is expecting anxiety and fear and guilt, which is all Franklin is currently dealin’ with. Nubbins expects anger, a smack across his face for breaking rules. While Franklin is too busy spiraling in his own head to immediately comfort him, wondering a bleak topic, “Well how do we know that? What if they needed the money from the old one to buy a better chair and now they got none?”

“Frankie, w-we don’t got no money either. Th-That wouldnt’a h-happened no how.” Nubbins reminds him meekly by raisin’ his hand and seemingly swattin’ away the worries.

“Maybe someone else shoulda got it.” Franklin just keeps worrying. As much as he was sick of his old chair, a guilty conscience gets in the way of his happiness once again. Even far away from the cruelty of certain family members, he’s so programmed to feel bad he makes himself feel that today instead of lettin’ someone else.

Thing is, Nubbins prob’ly never felt guilty once in his entire life, so good at just stickin’ with cold reality and not the wandering anxious thoughts. Impressive for someone Franklin knows got a worse than typical kind of thoughts floating in his little head.

“But y-you needs it.” He points out fairly.

Giving a big sigh, knowing it’s the end of understanding one another in this particular conversation, Franklin starts to drop it but still get some weight off.

“Lots of people need things.. I dunno.. Guess I just feel like I’m stealin’ or somethin’..”

Silence. Nubbins wasn’t listening at all. He’s busy eyeing the necklace he made for Franklin, with a tie rope so it’ll never ever shatter or break its clasp or crumble to bits like them chain necklaces do sometimes. Reaching out, he cautiously takes ahold of the charm, made from clay and bone and wood. More scrap of course.

Out of nowhere he yanks it, snatching the charm so the knot in the back of the necklace undoes itself and the whole thing slips right off.

Franklin’s too late to catch it or to grab Nubbins, just clutching his chest where the heavy charm would usually sit against his skin. Feels bare without it for some reason, if only ‘cause Nubbins was the one who made the damn jewelry in the first place.

Which he now holds way up over his head and dares Franklin to, “C-Come ‘n get me!!”

Eyeing the shifty ramp, Franklin doesn’t budge an inch. Anxiety blooms in the pit of his stomach and soothed only by watching Nubbins himself get wild and bounce around all over the creaky old porch. Might fall through himself. He calls after the movement, “Nubbins, getcha wily little ass back here!”

Scratching his scruffy chin in over-exaggerated consideration, Nubbins decides to sit on the porch bannister and think, “N-Nah. I’s comfy.”

It’s cute. Watching Nubbins mime regular sense of humor and teasing and human interaction in general always makes his heart flutter some. Franklin gives in, “Awright. Awright. Jus’- You jus wait a minute now. I don’t know how to use this thing and I might not-“

“Frankie, c’mon!” Nubbins interrupts the stammering, bouncing all over. He’s so excited to see this new contraption in action. Impatient for it even though it’s about to happen.

The jumping is gonna crack the boards of the porch, and seeing as the ramps shows a complete lack of knowin’ to work with wood, Franklin decides to just do it. Wheel right towards Nubbins and go to him when he calls.

All it takes is a push of that little lever. Franklin squeezes his eyes shut as the wheelchair mechanisms whirr to life, noisily drawing him forward. The feeling is a lot like floating on water. No pressure in his body, no pain just from movin’, just a smooth glide.

Well, smooth as it can be over dry grass and then the dreaded ramp. His wheels stay firmly grounded, however many there are under the structure of this thing, and he’s safe, but it’s still scary to get used to, rockin’ around like that.

He clears the top of the ramp and maneuvers messily in reverse, some kinda eighteen point turn, to face Nubbins instead of the wall, “Christ that was-“

“Y-You did it! You did it! Frankie done it!!” Nubbins congratulates him, grabbing his hands and squeezing excitedly.

It ain’t the heat from the effort of movin’ around that he can blame anymore for the way he knows his face flushes bright red, equal parts bashful and flattered, “It ain’t that excitin’ now! Jus’ pushed a button..”

“But i-it’s good.” Nubbins argues, wide smile firmly in place.

“I s’pose..”

“A-A-And you’re good!”

His eagerness is a little overwhelming. Franklin worms a hand free to fidget, scratching at the back of his curly hair, “I don’ know ‘bout all that..”

Then Nubbins leans into him all serious, thick eyebrows frown tight together and bony finger stab in’ into his chest, “H-Hush it. You gets all sh-shy.”

“I’m ‘llowed to be shy.” He defends, but it crackles a little. With the confrontation between his old broken shell of a heart and his new found longing.

“Yeh. You allowed t-to be not shy s-sometimes too.” Nubbins reminds him, easing up some by straightening out, not entirely breathing on Franklin’s face anymore.

Now he has the confidence to tease back, “Like you, huh?”

“Ezactly!” A bright stream of giggles comes from Nubbins suddenly, impressed by Franklin’s clever. He likes it a lot when he argues against him, stands up for himself.

Decides to reward his bravery against the monsters in his head with some affection. At first, Nubbins tries to wrap his arms around Franklin, wheelchair back and all, but it’s too big and clunky for all that. Instead, he decides to pass along some kisses.

On his forehead because it’s easy to reach, Nubbins plants wet kiss after wet kiss to Franklin’s forehead.

“That’s enough now.” Franklin says, but he’s laughing too now, no longer so stuck up. That’s why Nubbins likes havin’ him round so much, gives him some kinda purpose cheerin’ him up and lovin’ him good all the time likes that.

But Nubbins isn’t taking ‘no more’ for an answer, since this is a game of cat and mouse afterall. He’s a smart mouse that knows, the cat ain’t gonna put up with him if he skitters ‘round too quick and stupid. Holding up his hand, he asks for permission to give another kiss, “One m-more for the road?”

“Sure, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You know that.” Franklin hums while tilting his head back some so Nubbins can reach. This time he kisses his cheek, close to his mouth, a little smear of blood from a scab he ripped off wiping on Franklin's skin.

He wants to kiss that one away too to make it better, “A-And o-one to grow on?”

“Nubbins, I mean it. Just cause I can get ‘round a little better don’t mean I’d ever leave ya. Wouldn’t even dream it.” Franklin takes it all seriously.

And it doesn’t make Nubbins upset. This wheelchair business is always serious, always hard. Jokin’, and playin’ and bein mean, he can do that any old place that don’t got a Franklin, but what would be the point? He’s maybe just a little in love.

“I-I’s holdin’ you to that. Ain’t gonna f-forget it.”

“I know.” Franklin smiles, wiping the blood off his face by himself.

“Ain’t s-stupid.” Nubbins testified agin on his first point.

“Hey, now. I know that.” His Franklin interrupts, switching the subjects about to,“Thank you Nubbins. For the chair. And the help.”

Nubbins nods and starts to rock on his heels. Accepting thanks is still as new to him as a fancy alien wheelchair is to Franklin. That, “And th-the lovin’?

He’s in love with Franklin. The Mom and Pop kind. The get hitched by the garden out back in pretty clothes and never let Franklin leave again type.

And Franklin, receiver of affection and gifts and acceptance, now that’s he’s finally feelin’ capable for the first time, agrees, “Especially that.”

[taylormarieee]

hi gf!

could you maybe write a fic about shane (pre apocalypse) and his newly ex girlfriend coming over to talk for “closure”?

(maybe it can end with a little smut?)

love you sm 🩷

OFCCC! This can be found in my masterlist as "Closure with a twist"

Shane was walking around his apartment when he hear a knock. He assumed it was the old lady down the hall to complain about how his cop car wasn't in the right parking space.

He groans and walks towards the door. With a annoyed sigh he moves his hand towards the knob to open the door.

"Look lady, I don't have ti-" He looks up and opens his eyes to see you.

His ex girlfriend. He still had feelings for you but you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

You complained that he wasn't giving you attention and never listened or payed attention.

You didn't even give him time to explain before you packed your things and left Atlanta.

"Hi." You say standing there awkwardly. He blinks a few times as if to bring him back to reality because this all must be in his head.

"Y/n?" He asks. You smile a bit and he smiles back. "Hey, uhm what are you doing here?" He asks.

You scratch the back of your head and respond, "I'm moving back to Atlanta. Can uhm... Can I come in? I'll explain everything." You ask holding your bag.

"Uh, yea.. yea sure. Come in." He says opening the door wider for you to step in his apartment that was onced shared with you.

Your nose is filled with his scent and you reminisce in the good times that happened here.

"So, uhm what did you want to explain?" He asks putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh! Yea uhm, I came back to find closure you know. Talk to you and get your side of the story. Plus I was kind of missing Atlanta. Getting Homesick you know?" You say with a chuckle.

"You want me to give you closure? For what? You made it clear were done." Shane says a little confused and angry.

You broke his heart, why did you need closure. "I need to know if you really loved me. I just need to know. You never said it, like ever!" You say trying to hold in your tears.

"You were so selfish! I can't comprehend if I really Love you still. I just need to know if you loved me then I'll be on my way Shane!" You stifle a sob as tears run down your face.

"I-I don't-" He starts but you interrupt him. "Of course. I knew you didn't. I was so stupid to think that you really loved me." You say aggressively wiping your tears away.

"Can you let me fucking finish? Damn! That's all you ever do is overthink and procrastinate that you interrupt me whenever I talk to you. Why do you think I just stopped trying to explain myself? You never let me finish!" Shane yells out in frustration.

"I do love you! I fucking love you so much! I loved you then and I still love you to this day. I refused to change anything that you left in your room. I hate not having you hear. Everyday Rick constantly tries to cheer me up but he's not you. I love you babygirl, I love you darling. Please." He says breaking down and wrapping his arms around your cheeks.

Your eyes are wide in shock and your mouth is open. Your speechless. He was right. I never gave him a chance to explain his side because you alway thought the worst.

"Thank you." You say your eyes look apologetic and he sees that. Your eyes said a thousand words that you couldn't describe.

"I still love you too." You say before grabbing his face and kissing him. You loved the way he tasted. Like vanilla and choclate.

He intoxicated you and you missed the way he held you, the way he made you laugh, the way he pleased you. It was never a toxic relationship. Just two people who were very bad at communicating with one another.

He taps your thigh signaling for you to get up and you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you to the bedroom and throws you on the bed. You watch as he takes off his shirt as you eagerly take off your pants and underwear.

He removes his pants undoing the belt buckle. The clink of the belt falling to the tile floor echos through the room.

He removes his boxers and lays on top of you. He kisses all up and down your body, adoring your curves and the sounds your making.

You ruffle your hands in his hair and he groans as he makes his way to your clit. He loved the way you smelled and how good you tasted. You tasted like strawberry shortcake and smelt like Lavender as well.

He adored you and everything about you. He always payed attention to every single detail.

"God I missed you." He says before digging in to his long awaited meal.

He laps at your soaking cunt, adoring the way you taste and adoring the way your tight hole clenched around his tongue.

He groan into your pussy, loving the moan you let out and how you grip his hair tighter.

He adds one finger into your tight hole, he watches as you clench around him tightly.

"Clearly know one has pleased you in a long time doll." He says with a smirk on his face.

To blissed out to register what he's saying you just murmur a "nuh uh" before gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

He chuckles lowly to himself as he adds a second finger. You cry out his name and grip his hair tighter than before making him groan. He loved getting his hair pulled.

He notices you clenching continuously so he stops everything he's doing because he knows your about to cum.

"Shane!!" You whine trying to pulls his head back down to your soaking cunt.

He chuckles and removes your hands pinning them above your head.

"Shh doll, imma make you feel good, Jus wait." He says. His southern drawl making you clench your thighs together.

He lines his cock with your entrance and begins his slow deep thrusts that he knows you love.

It drives you crazy feeling how deep he is inside you. His thrusts get a little faster as he grows more impatient and the feeling, the need for him to cum and make you cum was growing in his core by the second.

You cry out his name like a chant over and over again. He breathes down your neck whispering dirty things in you ear as he feels his orgasm coming.

"Cum with me baby! Come on!" He mutters as his eyes roll back and he whimpers at the feeling of his cock dumping hisload inside your tight pussy.

You convulse and shake in his arms as your orgasme over taskes you. Your eyes roll back and you scream his name.

He pulls out and kises your thighs and all over your body. You moan quietly and smile at how well he's treating you.

Before the both of you say anything, you both hear a knock at the door.

Shane rolls his eyes and sighs annoyed.

"What? Who is it?" You ask completely confused at his reaction.

"Martha, the old lady across the street. She's probably coming to complain about the noise we made." He responds with a smirk on his face.

Your face gets hot and you try to hide under the covers as you giggle and playfully hit Shane.

He could never be happier, now that he finally has the love o his life back.

Taglist: @sinsandsweetness @grixonsdoll @catt-leya @carlsdarling

[mushrubes]

The Beach

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Requested : No

Song : The Beach - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff + angst

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends :)

Word count : 2k

Have a great day / night !!

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If I told you that I loved you Tell me, what would you say?

His gaze was almost instantly on you, not moving off once as he watched you talk to Shane. He made his way over to the stables, mumbling about something to himself as he carefully opened the gate, undoing the rope that was keeping it tied up to the post. "Hey." you called, making him jump slightly. Daryl nodded, not responding with words as he carefully saddled the horse up.

"You leaving already?" you asked, slightly upset and worried for him. He had gotten back late last night and he'd had at least three hours of sleep - if he slept at all. "Gotta find 'er." he shrugged, his gaze lingering on you longer than it normally did. You frowned, reaching into your pockets and pulling something out while he watched in curiosity.

"Take this at least, so I know you have something." you instructed, handing him the bar as he hesitantly took it, looking back at you. "Be careful, " you mumbled as your hands brushed slightly, making you blush. "I...uh...yeah." he stumbled, lifting himself onto the horse as you helped them out.

Why couldn't he just tell you.

If I told you that I hated you Would you go away?

"Daryl!" you shouted, cutting his rant off. "Go, let me talk to him." you whispered, earning a worried look from Carol as she knew how Daryl was in situations like this. Once you had convinced her you'd be okay, you watched her disappear into the house with the others while you stayed with him. "Whaddya want?" Daryl grumbled, trying to turn away from you but you caught his wrist.

"It's not your fault." you assured, bracing yourself for his next words. He wasn't one to let his guard down easily, so it took some reasonable prying. However, like most people, it didn't always work and could sometimes anger him more so you were cautious with it. "Whatever. Jus' go away, don' even know why yer here, I hate yer." he grumbled, still ranting. You grimaced at his words, aware that he didn't mean it but it hurt nonetheless.

And it hurt him too. He hated it about himself sometimes. With the world having gone to shit, people like you were hard to come by, and here he was, being a dick. Perhaps it was one of the many reasons he felt comfortable with you, although he had never admitted that to anyone. Considering his family life and what he had to endure, never once did he think his life would end up like this. His walls were like a safety blanket, especially since Merle had left before the apocalypse. He'd been forced to toughen up, and now he struggled with letting anyone in. But you were patient, and no matter what, had time for him.

That was most likely why he was confused when you didn't leave him after he had said the words. You had stayed right by his side, sitting with him whether he opened up about what was bothering him, whether he apologised or let you in - it didn't matter. Too consumed in his thoughts, the pair of you were now sat on the porch stairs, not sharing words but still there for each other. The usual inches between the two of you were gone, bodies next to each other.

And when he intertwined his hand with yours, you didn't pull away.

Now I need your help with everything that I do I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

His face softened as he realised it was you that called his name. "Come on a supply run with me, please? The only other option is Shane and..." you paused, Daryl wasting no time in getting up and putting his knife away before picking up his crossbow.

"C'mon." he assured, squeezing your shoulder as he walked past. He let you talk to Rick as he made his way to his bike, waiting for you on it. He chuckled as he watched you climb on, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his waist. "I don' bite, y'know." he teased, moving them further so your grip was tighter.

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"I'm sorry for dragging you out with me." you sighed, walking around the building, looking for any supplies that you could bring back. Daryl paused, holding the jar in his hand as he turned to face you. "'m fine." he answered, putting the rest of the jars in the backpack as you sighed, not believing him. "You were out looking for Soph, it's selfish for me to bring you on runs with me all the time just because I rely on you." you huffed, sitting on the bar stool as you waited for him.

Truthfully, he would never let you know that he enjoyed the fact you always asked him to come with you. Knowing that he brought you security and a feeling of safety was all that he needed. Besides, you were friends, you'd do the same. Although it wasn't in the same way, he relied on you too in his own ways. You kept him sane, and calm when everything or everyone got too much for him sometimes. You (and Carol) were helping him realise that there was still good, he was safe to open up about his emotions if needed - it was okay to show them.

So in some ways, he relied on you just as much - he just hoped it was based off the same feeling.

Fallin' again

It had been a few months since the farm now, and the group of you have settled into the cleaned out prison. No one could ignore the world (the walkers were a constant reminder), but despite the building, there was a sense of normality in there. Even though it was nothing major, it felt like home, like the group had become a family. But perhaps, that had been due to certain people.

Daryl was sat at the table, eating the food that Carol had cooked with her while he watched the rest of the group interact. Specifically you. Carol smiled to herself knowingly as she watched him, his face gentle compared to normal. You were sat with Carl and Judith was in his arms, giggling as the pair of you made faces at her, taking it in turns to make her laugh.

He felt his cheeks heat up as you looked up, meeting his gaze as he was too late to look away. Instead of making the usual comment you'd make, digging at him, you moved to the side slightly, letting him have a better view of Judith before whispering to Carl. "Little Asskicker says hi!" you grinned, moving her arm in a waving motion as Carl held her upright. He shook his head, trying to hide his smile.

He was falling hard whether he liked it or not.

I need a pick-me-up

"Carol?" you called, looking in each cell you walked passed, looking for her. "In here!" she called, peering her head out of the cell that was one over. She opened her arms, letting you give her Judith, happily putting her into the box that was being used as a makeshift crib. The handwriting and doodles on the side made you chuckle, knowing Daryl had been the one to make it. "Do you know where Daryl is?" you asked, leaning against the frame.

"Is he not on the perch?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he normally sat on his mattress if he wasn't on duty. You shook your head as she looked at the table that was pinned to the wall. It was Glenn's turn to be on watch so he shouldn't have been in the watch tower either. "I'll ask Glenn, no worries." you sighed as she nodded, giving you a quick side hug.

Quickly, you moved down the stairs, looking around as you found people sitting in their little groups. "Maggie! Do you know-" you spoke as Glenn approached and cut you off, knowing what you were going to ask. "He's out on watch, and insisted on switching with me." he shrugged, a slight concern evident on his face. You thanked them before heading out, pulling the sleeves of your sweater down to warm your hands as you cursed the weather.

"Dar?" you frowned as you finished climbing up the ladder, seeing him sitting against the wall on the outside, knees folded up. He didn't say anything, looking up at you before staring back off into space. You sat down next to him, not prodding him to tell you what was going on in his head. The silence didn't bother you too much, letting you process everything that had happened. Maggie and Glenn being kidnapped, finding out Merle was still alive, meeting Michonne, Andrea being with the guy that was on your asses for the prison.

A choked sob came from Daryl, shaking his figure slightly. "I'm here." you whispered, moving your arm as he slowly moved, his knees coming down. You turned to face him, carefully wiping his tears away as he tried to calm down, internally cursing himself for being weak. He knew it was okay, that he was safe with you but there was always something just telling him it was wrong, that he was weak for it.

"I...I found Merle." he confessed, his voice cracking as you felt the colour drain from you. When he mentioned Merle the other times, whether it be stories or when Merle was with the group at the start, there was still a certain hint of some sort of joy in his voice or something, having a family member and his brother, his blood with him. But this time, it was pure pain, something clearly happened. And with the current state of everything, it wasn't exactly difficult to figure out what he was referring to.

"He was one of them. I...he lunged at me and I had to...to stab him." he got out, hands in fists as you ran your thumb up and down his hand. "Daryl.." you gasped, tears welling up yourself as you looked at him. He wasn't the nicest admittedly, but he was Daryl's family and he was important. If he was important to him, then you had a tolerance for him. Guilt swarmed as you wished you had gone with him, despite his protests anyway. "He sacrificed himself for Michonne, for us, for you. He knew." you tried to comfort him, letting him pull you in as he wrapped his arms around you.

You stayed like that for a while, not daring to move and giving him however long he needed, trying to comfort him with sweet nothings as well as yourself.

I've been callin' you friend, I might need to give it up

"When are you going to tell them?" Carol smiled, standing next to him with her arms crossed as he watched you. You were playing with Carl and some of the other kids you had brought in, running around with them in a game of tag. "Tell 'em what? We're friends." he grumbled, glaring at her as she raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "You can't hide from me anymore, you know. I can see it in your eyes." she simply responded, heading back into the prison.

He stood there, deep in thought as her words rang through his head. They were just friends, right? Sure, he'd shared his tent with you on numerous occasions, let you come on his bike with him instead of going in the car with the others, be open with you and would be the first person to come to you if you got hurt or needed anything. And the fuzzy feeling he got when your hands brushed or intertwined and the heat that rushed to his cheeks when he'd see you looking at him or find him something he liked on runs didn't mean anything.

Maybe Carol was right, maybe he did need to stop lying to himself, but until he was sure you felt the same, he swore to himself to never say a word.

Part two | Part three

[erikahenningsen]

I am so sad that this is the last SPF for Polaroid 🥺

I didn’t realize a fictional story could mean so much. I really admire the way you have developed Regina’s character. She was just so canon, but in some ways you really made her your own. The way you gave Cady an edge that no one else has, has been really refreshing. They are both beautiful. I’ll be obsessed with your Shane and his dynamic with Regina until the end of time. He’s so gentle with her and such a true friend. His friendship with Cady just made it even better. Thank for you writing and sharing this. I hate the story is ending, but the journey has been sweet and even cathartic at times. You are so talented! Looking forward to all that is to come.

I love you SPF crew!! ❤️ I've been so touched by your enthusiasm for this fic. Thanks for being here. <3

Regina has about thirty minutes before she has to go downstairs to meet Sharon and Grace to travel to the arena for the evening national semifinal competition. Her entire day has been carefully planned and monitored, like it always is before major competitions. She just got back from dinner and did her hair and makeup. She’s trying to avoid looking at any of the scores from the first semifinal session so she can focus on her own routines when she competes.

Technically, Cady isn’t supposed to be in her hotel room right now—she’s supposed to be “focusing.” But she can’t think of a more effective way to settle her nerves.

“Want me to braid your hair?” Regina asks, already feeling the nervous energy coursing through her veins.

Cady touches the lock of hair that is perpetually falling into her eyes. “Like yours?”

“If you want,” Regina says. She’d tied her hair into a ponytail with two small braids on the crown of her head leading into it.

Cady nods excitedly. “Yeah!”

Regina sits Cady down on the chair parked at the small table in the corner of the room. She spends a few moments just running her hair through Cady’s soft strands before she gets to work. Cady is quiet and still, though she winces a little when Regina tugs on her hair to tighten the braid.

“Sorry,” Regina murmurs. She tries to be gentler, but she can’t send her girlfriend out into the world with lumpy braids.

When Regina finishes, she sprays Cady’s head with hairspray, making her cough.

“Do you think breathing in too much hairspray would make your lungs stick together?” Cady asks.

Regina finishes tying a blue-and-yellow ribbon around Cady’s ponytail. “No.”

“I guess you would know,” Cady says. She carefully pats her head.

Regina rummages through her makeup bag and pulls out her body glitter, dabbing a bit on Cady’s cheekbones. She steps back to admire her work. In Regina’s North Shore University Gymnastics shirt, Cady looks like a member of the team. Regina briefly entertains a fantasy where Cady does a flawless beam routine before remembering how Cady somehow got tangled in her seatbelt and nearly fell out Regina’s car the other day.

Regina checks the time. She has to go. The nerves start rushing in, and Cady seems to sense it, pulling Regina in for a soft kiss.

“You’re going to be amazing,” Cady whispers.

Regina tries to breathe in Cady’s faith in her, making it part of her circulatory system.

Cady gives her one more kiss. “See you in there.”

Regina nods and walks Cady to the door. She wonders if she has time to throw up before she has to go downstairs.

[akajustmerry]

saw ur tag on the silent night gifset, just wondering if u have any more recs for christmas media for people who find christmas miserable 👀❤️

hello! tis a short list but nevertheless. here is a watchlist for cathartic tv/film for people who are just miserable on Christmas ✊🏼

Anna and the Apocalypse (2018). Dir. John McPhail - musical horror film about the world ending on Christmas day and bunch of teens trying to survive. Unironically one of the best movies ever made that is catharticaly miserable about Christmas.

Silent Night (2021). Dir. Camille Griffin - best to go into this knowing as little as possible, but it's sort of a slowburn thriller about a bunch of friends gathering together for the last time.

It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, s6, ep13: A Very Sunny Christmas - iasip is famously a sitcom about the most miserable terrible losers on Earth so naturally the Christmas episodes are no exception.

Iron Man 3 (2013). Dir. Shane Black. I recently decided this movie is actually very good and even better it's one of the only mcu movies not funded by the military but most importantly it's a movie set at Christmas where the main character is fucking miserable the whole time.

The Family Stone (2005). Dir. Thomas Bezuca - this is probably the most cozy movie on this list cos it does a happy-ish rom com ending for everyone but the preceding 90 minutes are an adequately miserable cringe mess of going home to your family for Christmas

The Bear. Season 2, episode 6: Fishes. This episode of The Bear is a flashback to the last Christmas the Berzatto family were all together. I think it stands well enough on its own to watch it without the rest but oh man this episode felt so real in how it portrayed dysfunctional parents under stress at Christmas I was crying from empathising but also from relief that someone out there Gets It

These are off the top of my head but if I think of more I shall let you know <3

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Hey there, first time anon here! I wanted to review blood ties properly, since i binged it in like a few hours some time ago (oops) and let you know that i truly believe it is a masterpiece of writing, i’m talking good enough to compete with many published novels out there. I really love how this fic dives deep into one of the most interesting (unexplored!!) eras of the group, the winter, i also adore how its developed through the quarry and farm eras (i’m so excited for the prison as well) and how the real romance develops and is strenghtened by time.

 Daryl is a really hot’n cold guy just like i imagine him being in truth, i love the romance so much and the way the relationship between Daryl and our reader is the backbone of the story as it should be, it pushes the plot fowards and even affects characters that aren’t them in funny (and sort of sad) ways, your depiction of Daryl is so authentic he’s truly amazing, a bit of a dick sometimes, and so true to canon he’s not all self loathing, he’s got a lot going on and you can tell just by the reader’s POV, that even with all his flip flopping she can read him like an open book most of the time. I’m really really looking foward to how thumper being there will affect his development from now on, we know he has a Strong sense of responsibility and so now the whole prison arc (if that is where we go next, i don’t really know, you work in mysterious ways Murda) will have a bigger impact on him beyond Merle being present, also thumper too, i’m counting on her being much like him from what we’ve seen of her during the pregnancy, very smart and perceptive, you could even say... observant, but also an absolute menace (thats what i got from all the moving around at least) and i look foward to seeing all the ways she’s going to change Daryl’s brain chemistry every day, for better or for worse she will torment every minute of his day, i hope she is a true daddy’s girl that will make Daryl pay for for his every sin on this Earth by being a brat just like he is.

Most of the reason why i didn’t really comment on it normally instead of writing this freaky text is to comment on the development of secondary characters on this fic, i think they are very Strong and all feel true to the show as well, there is one relationship i absolutely love in this fic, only second to Daryl and reader really, its Lori and reader, maybe its my nerd brain overanalyzing but they almost feel like narrative foils in this fic (or is it parallels? let us know if it is intentional or not please!!).

 I really love the interactions with Lori and reader, i’ve Always felt like she is overhated in most fics (sure she kind of messes up, but only wants the best most of the time) and here she feels really close to how it truly is in the show, and its so sad, especially contrasted with the reader. They both start in different positions/ -reader is in a very casual relationship with Daryl- Lori is commited to Rick (and somewhat casual with shane, but not really) - Reader knows the ins and outs of survival out there and is not completely vulnerable - Lori relies on the men around her for everything including emotional support, - Daryl is initially cold towards reader as usual with him - Lori has the full attention of both Rick and Shane/. But slowly the places of these two in the world are reversed, not completely but still, Reader gets sick and vulnerable, she doubts herself and her destiny in this world and needs a lot of emotional and physical support, she is no longer that huntress in the woods and needs to rely on a man ( still very Strong on her own tho, that birth scene is seared in my brain forever) and others to survive.

Meanwhile we have lori, and her journey is what it was in the show, she starts off with support from a lot of people, especially Rick and even Carl, but loses it and ends up sort of lonely and the presence o our reader only makes it more apparent, reader IS what Lori wants to be now relationships wise, her pregnancy was not all well but she had the support of Daryl most of the way, while Rick is distant, Can’t imagine what its like from  her perspective, seeing reader and Daryl together, him keeping her warm Always looking out for her, meeting her needs. Meanwhile Rick is out there doing thangs y’know, stuff. But she never resents reader for it, not visibly at least, she is a good friend who reassures and comforts her, and has to mostly make do on her own (and with Carol’s help, i imagine) and is really a wise figure during this pregnancy, i think in this fic her develpment really shows how she got to her s3 form. And yeah, i really love the interactions between them very much, it’ll be even sadder to see reader’s perspective of that day...

I also adore Carol in this fic very much, i think it shows how much of a caretaker she is in canon as well, we forget that everything she does, she does for someone else, Always looking out for others before even thinking of herself and really being the rock of this group ( a rock that can easily bash some skulls in) Also love Hershel having to stick his hands in places he wouldn’t go with a gun, bless his heart for not being mad af at Daryl in That scene, i know i would have lots of opinions about having to touch the man’s fluids y’know. He’s also a guiding light though this whole pregnancy, which is depicted in such a realistic way i’m in awe every time i think about it, things i had no idea could happen, how it really makes you feel the passage of time during this winter with both dread and wonder (especially with thumper rolling around in there, kid really is a menace) and with the birth scene, i knew Daryl would be the first to fold he was Always the weak link in that van, i’m sorry. Also sure Maggie is also coming out of the van with at least one new trauma, but she can handle it, Hershel will Always be God’s strongest soldier bless him twice. Also its really funny thinking of this whole thing on Rick’s perspective, it must all be one long ‘’TF is going on back there???Omg walkers!!!What do you mean Daryl passed out???Omg herd!! What do you mean its stuck???where am i going??!!’’.

And oh my God this ‘’review’’ is more than one Thousand words long, its time to stop i sound like a stalker, so sorry but i’m a Nerd with an overactive brain, i’m almost at the point of sending fanart attached, but yeah I REALLY REALLY love this fic like many do, i hope you receive all the love you can for it and are Always succesfull with everything you do, its really one of the best finds in modern fandom i’ve seen lately. Sorry for the mistakes, i’m not even near being good at formatting and punctuation in english lol. So yeah have a great night, we’re all really excited for the next chapter, i hope you’re also taking some time for yourself as well, its very important, Thanks for everything Murda

(PS: is it weird i forgot to talk about all the smut? Its really good, one of the best i’ve ever ready, sorry lol)<3

Okay, here we go!

This review was just… I cried. Hard. I mean, I love everyone’s reactions and replies but this just… wow.

Exploring the missing months was something I was so excited to do. Especially in this sense. To have him going through these months not just growing closer to his survival buddies, slowly finding them to be more of a family, but also exploring something we didn’t see on the show at all: being a partner and a soon-to-be father. I wanted to test those waters and see if I could stay true to who he might be had this all happened in canon.

One of my biggest concerns with every chapter is the struggle of keeping him in character while being with reader. I’m so happy that you feel like I’ve done that! The story will likely always be from reader’s prospective so to know that I am articulating what is happening with Daryl through her eyes is encouraging. I want to make sure that their struggles and victories are equally explored.

Thumper is already a daddy’s girl. She calmed when he was around, they had a connection which is 100% a thing. My daughter was slightly the opposite. She was calm and never moved much; to the point I would go to the ER to make sure she was okay. But then I found that when my sister was around, my daughter would wiggle and kick and roll. I just started calling my sister to come over if I got worried. That’s where the inspiration of having them connect like that came from.

Thumper is going to challenge both of them. I won’t say much more than that but they will definitely struggle as new, first time parents.

Merle will appear. I also won’t say much more about that.

I don’t dislike Lori. I think she made some impulsive choices to ease her pain and fear. I also think that sometimes she was more blunt or yappy than she needed to be but it came from a good place. I wanted to incorporate that, like when she wanted everyone to leave Daryl upstairs. She meant well, but spoke out of fear. Reader adores her. They had their moments but I wanted reader and her to be close, like Lori being a guide for her and just a good friend. Lori does see the changes in Daryl, really showing when she’s whispering advice to him. When she’s in the van with reader and they talk, I hope I really expressed Lori’s solemnity. Just “I’ve done this before” but you can tell that she’s carrying a burden and it’s not the baby. She’s yearning for what she’s seeing. That’s why she steps in to help. She wants to see in them what she’s missing. Yeah, that scene will be difficult.

Carol is my queen. I love her so much. She will always be the biggest cheerleader for Daryl and reader. In every story I write. Here, she wants to make sure reader had the support that she never had with Sophia. There are going to be some really deep moments that involve Carol in the next chapter. Or it may be the one after that. I also love to show Carol’s growth from the sidelines. She’s a secondary character in this series but not by much.

I honestly wish I had included more of Rick in the birth scene. Maybe I’ll do a “deleted scenes” series lol.

Omg, fanart. 🩵 @bananafire11 has done two. One for The Dixon Chronicles that was a surprise and it’s attached to the chapter. And then one for my birthday that I’m printing and hanging on my Daryl wall. I will never ask for art from my stories unless I’m going to pay for it but I will never turn it down!

This was such an inspirational review and it really allowed me to think about the way I’ve constructed this story so far (not in a bad way). I appreciate every word and I’m so so happy that the series is getting love like this. I am always so hard on myself. I’m still learning to write for myself and be glad that others like it but as a bonus and not something that defines my writing. If that makes sense.

Thank you so much for this. I hope I answered your questions and gave some insight on where my head is with certain scenes and characters.

Whoever you are, thank you. I love you. 🩵🩵🩵🩵

[abusedinwildwood]

To Start

[TW child abuse, neglect, and sexual abuse]

I am beyond sick of finding out that my old friends are still connected with my biological mother after she abused and neglected me and allowed her son to sexually abuse me for years.

My first friend that I ever had was Shane. He recently passed away and so even though I've cut all ties with everyone from my old life, I've reached out to old friends to try to find out what happened to him. Upon doing this, I discovered that not only is one of my old friends keeping consistent contact with Darlene, but apparently Darlene is still in contact with Shane's family. I felt that I couldn't even reach out to Shane's family as Darlene is a manipulator and chances are that she's lied to them about me for years. (more on this later)

This woman refused to work to provide for her children. This woman let us live without heat or running water. This woman didn't believe me when I told her that her son was sexually abusing me, and then she just pretended that it never happened. Meanwhile it continued to happen.

I am so sick of this woman getting away with the awful things that she did and getting to have relationships with my nieces and nephews and old friends. So I'm gonna talk about it because that's the only power I have here.

Darlene Ruth Stark is a monster. Darlene Stark of Sister Lakes, Michigan physically and emotionally abused me. She also neglected me by not providing a habitable home to live in and she neglected my medical issues that have now developed into lifelong issues.

Darlene Stark who lives on Cable Lakeview Dr in Dowagiac, Michigan allowed her eldest son Tim Stark to molest me over a period of a couple years. She should have kept him away from me, she should have protected me, but she didn't want to accept the reality that her parenting created a monster, and I suffered as a result.

In fact, I continue to suffer every single day. Anxiety, depression, PTSD. Trust issues, inability to ask for help, feeling like a constant burden. I can't stand the feeling of feathers touching my skin because that's how the sexual abuse started. Now when I feel the softness of a feather, I recoil and suddenly I feel like I'm back there in that decrepit bedroom.

Tim was a jokester and loved to play pranks. So when I woke up to him tickling my face with a feather which was a prank he often did in an attempt to get me to hit myself in the face, I played along and acted like I was asleep and would hit myself in the face.

And then it turned sinister. He truly believed that I was asleep so he began to touch me inappropriately. I didn't understand. I was terrified. I thought I did something wrong. I thought that I was doing something wrong by allowing it happen. I was afraid if I showed him that I was actually awake that he would hurt me to keep me quiet. I was frozen and I just hoped it would end.

This happened a few times before I found the courage to tell my "friends" Brittany Smith, Paige Schaus and Rebecca Luth. They encouraged me to tell my mother. She didn't believe me until Tim admitted that it was true. Then she guilt tripped me into not telling the cops. I can still see her sitting in front of me and hear her words perfectly to this day: "We can file a police report but just know that it will ruin his life. He will lose his 1 month old daughter. Do you think you can live with that?"

That was too much for a severely abused 12 year old to take. I just wanted to pretend it didn't happen. And for the first time in my life, I genuinely wanted to die.

All of this aside, everyone knew that we were dirt poor. Everyone knew that my mother was constantly unemployed because she outright refused to work. All of the neighbors and friend's parents who knew that I was being neglected and didn't call CPS, shame on you. Even Shane's family knew. I'm so grateful that they would feed me and that Shane's father taught me how to ride a bike, but still I wonder what my life would be like if they would have done the right thing and gotten me out of that awful situation.

But there is something that you can do now: cut ties with Darlene Stark. Tell her why you refuse to speak to her. Remind her what she did to her daughter. It's time that she faces the consequences of her actions. If it was your daughter, you would have done everything to protect her, wouldn't you?

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 15

“Nightmare”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I think it’s safe to say I just wouldn’t survive a malevolent ghost trying to kill me. I don’t know if this is a ghost but I also wouldn’t survive carbon monoxide poisoning like that

Sam’s prophetic nightmares are getting worse, so that’s fun. But Sammy this isn’t your fault. You did everything you could

Ok. Tumblr has been trying to get me to interact with a post for days, maybe even more than a week supposedly “based on your likes!” And it’s gotta be because I still follow the Andrew Scott tag. No, I won’t stop loving him til I’m given a good reason to. But it’s someone claiming they don’t have a priest kink and then a bunch of dudes from superwholock in the getup and then “maybe I do.” This is one of those episodes. Sam and Dean are going undercover as priests, and gotta say…doesn’t do it for me. So, tumblr, if you could STOP SHOWING ME THAT POST!!!!

This woman is sobbing and all I can think is “is that aunt zelda from Sabrina?” The one *I* grew up with. (She is)

Oh man. I think Shane and Ryan would LOVE a ghost detector with LASERS.

YOOOOOOOO, dude’s brother just got decapitated, and I’m just AT the laundromat??

Dean saying their family isn’t cursed is…just…stellar.

Something tells me this kid is lyyyyyyying. So what’s gonna happen to Zelda??

Ooooof Max. OOOOF DEAN. NO. I’m usually with you in your arguments but nah, Sam’s right. You can’t kill this kid.

You can’t bring a gun to a knife fight if the guy you’re fighting is TELEKINETIC, DEAN!!!

Ooooooh, I forgot that there was a whole group of kids like Sam, and they all got psychic powers from it.

Stop blaming yourself, Sam…none of this was your fault

“Been On My Mind…”: Nope. Nothin’.

"Father's Day"

Well, this is an interesting episode to watch after coming home from my dad's...where after having to sit through a conversation that once again confirmed that that's not a particularly safe space to come out in, maybe ever, I did come home and almost immediately pre-order the very expensive Dabi figure...

And the first thing I find out is that Rose's dad and my dad share a birthday? And they're just 4 years apart?

Don't know why the Doctor is so mad at Rose about this? HE took her there! Yeah, it's gonna cause some really bad ripple effects, but maybe don't take a person to the day their parent they didn't get to know died and not expect them to do whatever they can to stop that from happening???

It's so awkward hearing her go on and on and on, and the Doctor is just FUMING silently.

"Why does everyone think we're a couple?!" Just wait a few more episodes, Rose.

I think the most amazing thing about this epsiode is that it came out slightly before rickrolling was popularized, but it does rickroll you if you watch it now.

Oh. Oh. This is...absolutely heartbreaking to hear. I can't imagine what ti must be like to sit there and hear that fight while you've been told your whole life how great your parent was and how much your parents loved each other.

Yeah. I was not emotionally ready for this episode.

OMG!! LITTLE MICKEY?!?! and the Doctor cooing at baby Rose to not destroy the whole world lol

It is nice that the story gets that little change at the end...