#chip y dale

[algodon-de-azucar09]

🧀Monterrey Jack 🧀

Este ✨rAtA✨ enserio me hace feliz jsjdjsjd

[hawazilian]

[daniartnsfw]

Clarice versión humana

[scribbleweb]

y/n is an undercover cop that accidentally becomes Sweet Pete's sugar baby, and y/n has to figure how to pull this off without screwing theirself over

Do they continue to work undercover and try to resist his charm? Do they catch feelings fr?

Maybe they can use their position as a cop to benefit him, but then they'd have to confess everything and they don't know how he'd take it.

Do they try to silently quit their job instead and hope to god he doesn't find out down the road?

"What if you fall for your fake sugar daddy" was not covered in training and they're confused and terrified by the situation.

Of course Putty thinks the whole thing is fucking hilarious.

[laadeplata]

More practice for summer (i live in the southern hemisphere)

🌞 Last weekend we had a heat wave. Up to 38° Centigrades in my city. It was hell and it ruined several electrical devices in the house :( ⛄Now we are having a cold wave. This is unexpected but it feels so much better. ♥

Heights references:

Young Naruto: 145,3 cm Belle: 155 cm Axel: 184 cm

[sturniqlo]

Launch- C.S

summary: Chris and influencer!Y/n try to keep their relationship private as much as they can, but eventually they soft launch their relationship on social media

cw: none!

social media au

authors note: tysm for 100 followers!!! heres my gift to you all since i loved making my last social media au

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fan03: is that chris? fan2928: chris?????? fan73: okay soft launch😛 hater01: leave chris alone. fan62: the fact that she replied to that comment says everythinggg fan28: wait, what if it's not chris?

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fan47: ITS INSTA OFFICIAL fan59: HELLO? fan20: my favsss fan68: @/christophersturniolo ur turn | christophersturniolo: on it🫡

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fan57: i ship so hard fan83: matt's comment😭 hater92: ew not y/n🙄 fan48: HARD LAUNCH fan73: y/n and chris launched their relationship so perfectly | yourname: thank u, it was my idea😁 fan83: do chip n dale approve? | christophersturniolo: oh they LOVE me

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i just love making these😭😭😭

[theoldsports]

Hi, i want to request a remus x reader, where its a girls night before lily's wedding and they play a spicy truth or dare, where reader realises she needs to ask remus out.

tradition.

FIRST REQUEST SORRY THIS TOOK TIME

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Bachelorette parties were a time honored tradition where the bride-to-be wore heels that were too tall to be worn drunk and got legendarily plastered with about seven of her worst behaved friends. Lily Evans (soon to be Potter) was almost an exception, but Dorcas bought her these platform go-go boots and it felt rude not to wear them.

Lily assumed the event would be less of a nightmare if [Y/N] planned it, as Dorcas usually took things too far. This way, Lily could almost guarantee that there would be no Chip and Dale-type striper dressed as the left-winger chaser from Puddlemere United. [Y/N] was therefore the most convenient choice for Maid of Honour.

Carefully, the bridal party made their way out of the Three Broomsticks and hauled themselves up the hill to do the rest of the night in Godric’s Hollow. All of them were too far gone to apparate. Sirius had taken James and the boys who knows where for a Bachelor party so the girls could use the house that night. The ‘girls’ consisted of Lily and [Y/N], Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald, Marlene McKinnon, and Alice Fortesque; basically the contents of their dormitory at school. The seven hung off each other and giggled as old friends as they walked.

“Never thought you’d be the first of us!” Marlene cried in glee, shaking her sharply bobbed dark hair out of her face. “I can’t get over it. Simply.”

“Oh, come off it!” Lily groaned. She was awfully tired of hearing this same banter recycled day in and day out.

Dorcas laughed. “Well, yeah. Marls is right. You hated your poor bastard Potter, for, like, forever. I thought first in and out of the binding contract of marriage was to be Alice and Frankie for sure.”

The most sober player of the evening, Alice, sighed. “Sorry that we’re patient.”

[Y/N] let out a firm laugh, pulling Lily’s set of keys out of her pocket as the house entered their line of view. “Bold assumptions from both Dorcas and Marlene considering you both told me you were gonna marry Sirius Black when you were fifteen or something.” [Y/N] said. Her comment illicited silence from Dorcas and Marlene rampant giggled from Mary, Lily and Alice.

With their Godric’s Hollow destination reached, [Y/N] unlocked the door with some difficulty. The seven flooded inside. Before Mary could loudly announce how bad she had to piss again, [Y/N] asked: “I’ve got a quick question ‘bout Black, actually,” everyone seemed very interested because everyone [Y/N] knew was in love with Sirius Black - unfortunately. “How many of you’v’fucked him? Just… Show off hands.”

Many groans of malcontent echoed through the room. Dorcas and Marlene raised their hands without hesitation, but instead with a bit of regret. Mary’s hand slowly went up with a sigh. Lily and Alice exchanged some knowing looks but both resisted a comment. “Bloody hell, ladies. Is he actually packin’ or something? He’s not that tall, so… Nice hair, but if he weren’t one of my mates, I’d just say he’s average. How does he keep pulling like this?” [Y/N] asked incredulously.

As Mary left finally to piss, Marlene bit back at [Y/N]. “Honestly, I think he’s just charming. Like, something about the smile, the leather jacket. Plus, he’s so fuckin’… noble, like. Yeah?”

“Noble? A guy’s a better fuck ‘cause he’s ‘noble?’” [Y/N] sighed.

“You know what I mean.” Marlene said and Dorcas nodded in agreement.

Dorcas piped up. “Well, [Y/N]. You may be the next among us. Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the… What’s it called? Man of Honour—“

“—Best Man.” Alice correct, pouring herself a sipper of firewhiskey.

“Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the Best Man meant to fuck? After the wedding?” Dorcas finished.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. “No. Superstition. Clearly. I… Right, Lily?”

Lily’s playful grin widened as she pulled off her go-go boots and tossed her auburn hair into a messy bun. “Well, seeing as neither of you have a real date, then have at it. It’s tradition.”

“That’s vile. You’re vile.”

Mary walked back in from the bathroom. “Who’s vile?”

“Lily. Or Sirius. Can’t remember. Maybe both.” Marlene clarified.

“Ah, he is ‘packing,’ by the way. If nobody’s said that yet.”

[Y/N] was tired of everyone pushing her buttons because she had been single for a while. Single, yes. Desperate enough to shag Sirius Black, no. “Fabian Prewett was not worth all the trouble to keep that relationship going just to have a date to your wedding.” She said.

“He was so pretty!” Dorcas remarked, a drunken slur apparent in her voice.

“Yeah, and he was also a prick. Anyway, there’s no sense in finding someone with, like, days til the wedding.”

Lily sighed loudly. She knew what she was doing. It was that sort of sigh that baited someone to ask why one was sighing.

“What?” [Y/N] asked, scoffing.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Strained silence as all the other girls leaned into listen. “Oh, I’m sure. What’s the problem here?”

“James said one of his boys also doesn’t have a date to the—“ Lily started.

“You already implied Sirius—“

“Remus. Rem doesn’t have anyone.”

A longer, more strained silence.

Marlene gasped. “Holy fuckin’ shit. You should finally ask Remus out.”

“Finally? What do you mean finally? He’s my best mate.” [Y/N] said incredulously.

The other girls shared groans of indignation or shouts of surprise. “Dear, every boy you’ve ever been out with looks like a cheap knock-off of Loony Loopy Lupin. You have to have noticed.” Marlene pointed out.

“Don’t call him that!” Lily butted in.

“Don’t call him that. He doesn’t like it. And simply, I don’t think that’s true. About the boy thing.” [Y/N] insisted.

“Amos Diggory.” Mary said clearly. Amos had been her very first boyfriend. [Y/N] finally said yes to his obvious advances after Remus took a Slytherin girl his friends all hated to Hogsmeade. Amos had then been the same height and build as Remus, with those aggressively kind eyes. However, he was nothing like Lupin in any other way.

“They’re both tall with brown hair. So’s James for that matter—“

“Amos is just the polite version of Lupin. They’re practically the same bloke.” Mary finished he brutal comment and strolled into the kitchen.

“Tony Dolohov—“ Lily pointed out. Antonin Dolohov had been a rebound repeated hookup after Amos had broken up with [Y/N] since he thought she was too ‘disinterested’ in him. It was familiar commentary that Remus and Dolohov looked similar. They were constantly mistaken for the other from the back in school, despite being completely different as people.

“Was a fling!”

“Evil Lupin…” Dorcas sighed.

[Y/N] was ready for another topic of conversation. “So what? I like tall brunette guys from the countryside. Sue me. Fabian Prewett was from out there too, but he was completely—“

“Mm… Yes. Redheaded, pretentious Lupin.” Dorcas grinned tempestuously.

Mary gasped. “That implies our Lupin isn’t pretentious!”

Alice cleared her throat amidst [Y/N] evident shame and irritation. “If you don’t mind my saying, [Y/N], you’ve been down for that boy since you were about fourteen. Lupin, I mean.”

[Y/N] watched Lily nod drunkenly at wise old Alice’s words. “Call him! Call him right now!”

“Fuck you! No!”

Before [Y/N] could do anything else, Marlene began leading a chant of “call him!” with others shouting such fare as “come on, don’t ruin Lily’s party!” That was when she had to pick up the phone, just to get it to stop.

She stood there, listening to the dial tone hum. “Shit. What number am I ringing? He’s not… He’s with James.”

Lily whipped out her wand from her back pocket and wordlessly summoned a number jotted down on a takeaway menu from who knows where in the kitchen. Lily dictated the number to [Y/N], just to make sure she would actually make the call.

“‘Llo?” Sirius Black slurred on the other line. [Y/N] had often heard him wasted, but he was gone-gone tonight. He spoke too loudly into the receiver. After multiple semesters of Muggle Studies, he still hasn’t mastered the telephone.

“Black, it’s [Y/N].”

“Hey there, love,” Sirius suddenly sounded on edge. The world was a scary place these days and such a call was scary to get this late during a bachelor party. [Y/N] thought he sounded more sober, or tried, after she announced herself. “‘S everything okay…?”

“Hm? Yeah, no. All’ve us are fine. Is Lupin there?”

“What you want with Lupin?” Sirius inquired, his tone sounding much more typical of a drunk Sirius Black.

[Y/N] looked over her shoulder at the expectant faces of the girls and an encouraging thumbs up from Alice. “Uh, drinking game, or something. Put him on. Please.”

Sirius sounded like he dropped the receiver away from his face and called something like “Oi Moony, there’s a foxy bird on the phone for you!” into the room near him. After some shuffling and unintelligible grumbling, Remus’s voice came through on the phone.

“Remus Lupin on,” he said too clearly. The kind of clearness of tone one had when stoned out of their mind and attempting to cover it up. But at least he knew how to use a phone. “Who’s speaking?”

“Lupin, it’s me. It’s [Y/N]. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh. Hi?”

“Yeah, hi. All the boy’s watching you right now?”

“Uh,” a pause. “No, yeah. All of ‘em.”

“Same here. Holding a wand to my chest, basically. You still don’t have a date to the wedding, right?”

A longer pause. “Hm? To the wedding, you said?” He swallowed. Dry mouth from nerves or smoking too much, maybe. “No.”

“Right. Nor have I. Wanna go with me? Since we already both, like, have to go? Figured it’d be fun to go with you,” [Y/N] dropped her voice to a whisper. “Like, go-with-me-go-with-me. Real deal date.”

Too long of a pause.

“Remus? You there?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sure, I’m here, sure. Also, like, yeah, sure. I mean, yeah. I’ll go with you. If you want, I mean. Yeah.”

[Y/N] sighed in relief. “Brilliant. Pop by before and get me. We’ll go together. Ta.”

With that, she hung up.

“Ta?” Dorcas said dramatically. “Ta? You ask the man out and you close with fuckin’ ‘ta?’”

[toastedkiwi]

Riley brings out BC again onstage. Chris gets to witness them perform together live for the first time.

Riley: I think it’s time to bring somebody special out to help me with this next song

Fans: BOSLEY BOSLEY BOSLEY BOSLEY

Riley: *grins* yall know her. Yall love her. Please give it up for… CHIP

Fans: *pause*

Y/n: *comes out with a skip in her step but then she pauses*

Y/n: who the fuck is Chip? *says it in her mic*

Chris: *from the side of the stage* LANGUAGE!

Riley: it’s you!

Y/n: okay… DALE!

[averagetmntfan]

The struggles of school

    ((A “tbadm” Mini fic))

Let’s be honest here, no one really likes school. It’s boring, there’s a lot of work, and people can be rude. But for some people, school is an escape. But that’s not really the case here.

Chip has a love-hate relationship with this subject. Sure, he loved the work. He found it rather enjoyable and easy. And yes, he was one of those big brainy people who loved math. Let’s just say, he’s a master at puzzles. You may be wondering “but that has nothing to do with the hate part of a relationship!!” 

Well..let’s just let the story start, okay?

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The sun gushed through the curtain, it’s power lighting up the classroom. Kids chattered and chirped all around the room. Their laughter booming all throughout the class.

Dale was rather bored. She was trying to balance a pencil on her nose. As it fell over once more, she slumped and let out a sigh. 

She peers over at Chip, who seemed to be working on some extra work. For math class, maybe? Or perhaps history.

She jumped as chip groaned, slamming his head on the desk in frustration.  

“…you okay?” She asked, raising a brow. 

Chip lets out a loud sigh of frustration. 

“this work is just not as challenging as I thought it would be.”

“Isn’t it like, grade 8 math though?” 

“Yeah. It’s too easy.” 

Dale sighs at her brother, patting his head.

“I’m sure a nerd like you can’t find some harder questions on the internet when we go home.” She reassured him. 

I guess that’s true. It’s not liking googling it was a problem. As he finished up the last question, he noticed Dale had disappeared. he quickly looks around the room, wondering if she wander over to the other kids or not. 

He realized the bathroom pads had disappeared too. “Oh. That explains it I guess..”

As he packed up his work neatly in his binder, someone had appeared before him.

“Whatcha up to, chip-dip?” 

Oh great. It was mecari. Wonderful timing as always.

Chip ignored her, quickly grabbing a book and starting to read it. 

Suddenly, the book was ripped out of his hand and chucked across the room. 

“What gives?!” He demanded. Now standing up from his desk.

Mecari snickered. Getting right up in his fuzzy little face. 

“Look. Nobody cares how smart you are. Nobody cares what you do. And nobody cares who you are. You’re just an introverted freak who happens to be good at something.” She pushed his head, making him almost fall over. 

“Without that big brain of yours, you are a complete nobody. And utterly useless.” 

Mecari smirks, as she walks back over to her group of friends. 

Chip sat back down. Feeling low of himself. What if she was right? Without his incredible skills in school, he basically was a nobody. He felt embarrassed. Tired even. He just sat there, spacing out on a spot on the desk.

A few minutes pass, as chip sits there. Just silent.

Within a second or two, Dale was back. 

She sat down, noticing his work was gone.

“You finished?” She asks, reattempting to balance the pencil on her nose.

Chip zoned out. 

“Chip?” She poked him, sending him back to the present.

“yeah. Yeah I f-finished.”

“Oh. Okay, cool! Wanna draw with me?” 

He pauses. Mecari’s words echoed in his head before he answered.

“Sure. Y-yeah..” he stuttered. 

((*COUGH* @mikey-rottmnt *COUGH*))

[somebluemelodies]

jeffrey and benito are really just the opq equivalent of q!foosh and q!bad… pen y dejo… chip n dale…

[algodon-de-azucar09]

Happy Tree Friends: Rescue Rangers

(TW: Gore and violence)

[hobbitsesoftheshire]

Pairing: Dwalin x baker!reader

Request: Hi!💐🌷

I don't know if you take request but I have a idea that I can't get out of my head.

It's about my favourite grumpy dwarf Dwalin.

It's after the war (where everyone lives because I can't handle the truth), and Dwalin accompanied his brother to a new small bakery. The owner is a female human/dwarf.

And one day when she's goes to deliver some goods that Balin and dwalin had order, she meets dwalin out on the training ground. Where she surprises dwalin with her hand to hand combat and weaponry skills.

I would reeally appreciate if you would write something like this, but of course you don't need to if you don't want to

Thanks👋🏻👋🏻🥰🥰

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It was one year after the war and king Thorin was arranging a feast in the celebration of winning the war. He had asked Balin and their cookie expert Dwalin to find a bakery to make some goods for the feast. Dwalin had heard of a new small bakery in Dale, with the best cookies outside of Shire.

That happened to be the bakery you worked at.

You had just started baking a wedding cake for a rich couple that lived in the rebuilt Laketown, when you heard the small bell above the door start ringing. "Coming!" you yelled from the backroom.

"Hello, my name is Y/N. How can i help you today?" you said politely. The two customers were dwarves. An older and shorter one and a gruff looking warrior.

"Hello, umm we are here to make an order for the upcoming feast in Erebor. The king Thorin asked us to find someone who could make a large amount of chocolate chip cookies. He wants a test batch to be delivered in an week, and after that if he approves we would need the cookies to be ready in a month. Could you make that order? We would of course pay you well" the short one said.

"Uh yes, yes i could do that. A week from now? Would the cookies be delivered straight to the king?" you answered starting to write the order down.

"Aye a week from now, lass, and the cookies would be delivered to me. M'a name's Dwalin" the slightly scary dwarf said.

"Alright master Dwalin, they shall be ready by then" you said and curtsied slightly.

"Good. We will be on our way now" the shorter one said before they walked out of the door.

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A week had passed and the test batch was ready. You were delivering it to the mountain when you passed by the training grounds. You saw master Dwalin training there with two other dwarves.

You started approaching them. Dwalin struck the other ones sword out of his hand and it landed at your feet. You set the basket where the cookies were on the ground and picked up the sword. Dwalin walked up to you and you raised the sword.

"T'is no toy lass" he grumbled.

"I know it's not, and neither am i" you answered smirking before charging at him.

He blocked your blow so you charged another one at him. You were sparring with him for a good three minutes before he managed to get you against a wall and his axes blade against you throat.

"You fight good. Where'd you learn that?" he asked, clearly impressed with your skills.

"My father's a blacksmith and i had a little too much time as a kid" you shrugged. "I brought the cookies" you said pointing to the basket.

"Good" he said and went to pic up the basket and take a cookie out.

"Shouldn't those be brought to the king?" you asked confused.

"Naw, i'm his cookie expert" he said winking.

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@germanamazona

[daniartnsfw]

Chip and dale killer au

[iliveformanyfictionalcharacters]

ive been getting into twd show only recently (many deaths have been spoiled for me so i might as well) and i love glenn sm and i NEED a gn! reader watching glenn falling in love with maggie, hurt no comfort and maybe MAYBE glenn realizing y/n liked him but they've either moved on from relationships completely/they left the group for some reason(mayhaps theyve been bitten and want to protect the group ? up to you)

ive had this floating in my brain for a while and thought i might as well request. sorry if thisbis poorly explained im exhausted atm 💀

much love ! /p

- anon

Death

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: The Green Farm was a miracle to the whole group. Except for one person.

Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff, Cussing, Unreciprocated feelings from Glenn, Anxiety. Daryl romance. Does not follow the script.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

The beating in my chest as I held onto Daryl, racing down a dirt road on his motorcycle, just kept getting louder and louder. 

 Hearing Carl had been shot while I was searching for Carol's missing daughter, Sophia, certainly wasn't a happy way to end my day. There was still no sign of Sophia, she had been missing for a few hours now. I wanted to try and comfort Carol but before I could we had gotten word of Carl's current state.

The sun was setting as Daryl turned into a farm, followed by the rest of the group. I hopped off of the bike as soon as it stopped, rushing towards the house. It was old, the white paint chipping but homey especially for these days.

 As I and a couple others made it to the porch the front door opened swiftly, revealing an older gentleman and a young lady behind him.

 “Hello, you must be Rick's group.”, the older man stated. “I’m Hershel, I own this farm. This is Maggie, if you hadn't had the chance for introductions while she was collecting the boy's mother.” ‘Maggie’ raised her hand slightly in greeting.

 I decided to speak up, I needed some questions answered before my anxiety got the better of me. 

 “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but is Carl alright? What happened?” The man, Hershel, sighed and nodded. He gestured for Maggie to go back inside as he stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.  

 “The boy, Carl, he was shot by my farm hand, Otis.-” Daryl interrupted him.

“YOUR farm hand did THIS! How can we trust you when it's your man who did it!” Daryl Dixon, ever the man to not know when to shut his mouth.

 But Hershel just continued after giving Daryl a pointed look. Dale had to stop Daryl from erupting again.

 “The bullet has shattered inside of him. I will need to perform surgery in order to remove all of the shards.” He paused and looked behind him, at the door. “There is a problem though.”

 I inwardly groaned. For a moment my anxiety was relived knowing that Carl was still alive, however now it was all rushing back. 

 “We do not have the equipment to perform the surgery. Otis and your friend Shane have volunteered to go to a nearby hospital to obtain the equipment, the place has been overrun but it's all we can do.”  

 Fuck.

 I couldn't listen anymore, my heartbeat was simultaneously beating in my ears and not at all, my hands were clammy and my face felt hot. I can’t breathe. I-I can’t- 

 I looked through the group for one certain person. My closest friend in the group, Glenn. When I first arrived in the group Glenn was the first to take a liking to me, he convinced Shane that he should let me join. We reminisced on our lives together and talked about what we would have done had this whole thing hadn't happened.

 Finally, I found his face, my vision seemed to be tunneling even though the vision range had not changed. I didn't even care about what Hershel was saying anymore. I didn't care about the people in my way. I just had to get to Glenn.

 I pushed through the crowd. I could faintly hear Hershel calling me but I ignored it. I could feel my body giving out. I saw Glenn walking towards me with his hands outstretched, as soon as I made it to him I felt my body drop and I lost consciousness.

-

I heard birds chirping outside before the sun's light hit my eyes. Even from behind my eyes lids I could tell the light was bright, the time was probably around noon. Under my hands, I could feel the soft touch of a blanket, and under my head a pillow. Blinking my eyes open slowly I saw a yellow-stained ceiling, turning my head I let my eyes search for my friends. I thought the room was empty at first until my eyes were drawn to slight movement in the corner. Daryl stood leaning against the wall.

I wish my heart didn't sink when I realized Glenn wasn't there.

“Ya really scared us ya know” Daryl walked towards the bed. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty, with Sophie missing and Carl getting shot and now me fainting, I knew the group had gone through too much lately. Not to mention the walkers.

“How's Carl?” I asked as soon as I found my voice. Daryl scoffed.

“He's gonna be fine, Shane ‘n that farmhand are out looking for supplies. Are you ok?” I signed.

“I'm fine I just panicked.” I almost asked about Glenn but I stopped myself.

It didn't seem to matter though because Daryl answered my question anyway, “Glenn's talking to that Maggie girl, he just left.” 

Oh.

“Oh ok.” I settled into the blanket and looked toward the window by the bed. I shouldn't feel this way about Glenn, I knew that. He only saw me as a friend maybe even a sister. When I first came to this group he was the one who convinced everyone I could stay. He let me stay in his tent until I found my own, he even shared his food with me if he thought I was still hungry.

He became my best friend.

“Why aren't you out looking for Sophia?” That made him scoff too, he sat down next the bed.

“Maybe because the only person I give a rats-ass about passed out for no reason and wouldn't wake up for hours.”

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed.

“Hey, be careful.” He grabbed my arm as I stumbled and helped me rebalance myself. Before he let go I took his hand and forced him to look at me.

“Thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up alone."

For a second he stayed quiet before replying with, “No problem.” as he walked with me out of the room.

-

For weeks I've watched Glenn grow away from me. I know he didn't mean to, but for weeks I've seen so much change in my little group.

First, Carl seemed to be recovering from his wound. The surgery was a success although the Greene family lost Otis in the process.

I helped Daryl in his search for Sophia, every day from daybreak to sundown we searched the woods for Carol's little girl but we never found anything. Me and Daryl became closer than ever during this time.

“So how was your life before all of this shit?” I looked at him startled at the question. No one ever talked about the past, at least not anymore. Dodging a large snake next to my foot, I answered.

“It was ok. Nothing too exciting, I had a job and some friends I hung out with but not much worth noting.” 

“I'm sure everything about you is worth noting.” I looked at him startled once again but he continued walking like he didn't say anything.

As the days continued I felt myself becoming less heartbroken over the fact that Glenn spent most of his time with Maggie. At first, I couldn't stand to see them together. And even though I'm not thrilled that they seem to be a match made in heaven, I'm starting to think maybe my match was never Glenn, to begin with.

As my feelings for Glenn dissipated my heart grew for none other than Daryl Dixon. However, it seemed as the history was repeating itself. Harboring feelings for a friend didn't go too well the first time and I can't afford to lose Daryl, so I kept them quiet waiting for the day he would eventually fall in love with someone other than me.

-

Sophias gone.

She had been gone this whole time, trapped in a walker right next to us in the Greene barn. I watched in horror as Rick shot her and suddenly I felt sick. I watched as Carol lost it and the whole group fell into mourning. I was going to puke.

I left, I left as fast as I could. I wasn't thinking. I couldn't stop thinking about the girl I considered to be a niece who had been a fucking walker this whole time. She was dead. Carol had lost her daughter. How can one exist in a world like this? 

I started to run. I didn't stop running. I ran straight into the woods not caring about the stinging I felt as sticks scraped against my arms and legs. And I kept running with tears in my eyes until I found the river. The river where we found Sophia's doll. This was probably where she had died.

I collapsed onto my knees. I screamed and cried and I thought about how Carol must be feeling so much worse. I didn't think about anything other than that poor girl. The fear she must have felt and the god-awful death that befell upon her. She didn't deserve that. No one does.

So I screamed and cried until my throat hurt and I couldn't physically cry anymore. I knew the walkers were coming, every little noise I made put me in more danger but I just didn't care.

And I didn't care for so long until I heard the disgusting gurgle of the horrible creatures that had taken Carol's daughter away. Made her one of them.

But still, I didn't move. I sat and I knew what was going to happen and I stayed there. I stayed still until I heard the whistle of an arrow through wind. I heard the sound of flesh being penetrated and a collapsing body. I felt someone grab me, shake me, and yell but I didn't comprehend them, instead, my gaze stayed on the sand below my fingers.

So they picked me up and carried me back to the farm and still I didn't speak.

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I sat on the bed, the same bed from weeks ago, with Daryl kneeling in front of me. As he looked at me neither of us said a word only staring holes into each other.

After a few minutes, the door opened to reveal Glenn standing on the other side. He didn't say anything but as we looked at each other, we knew. He knew how I felt and I knew how he felt and we both knew it was going to be ok between us. We would always be good friends. As he closed the door, Daryl spoke.

“I-Why? Why would you do that? I don't think you understand how much I was worried, I searched for you for hours. I felt like I was looking for Sophia all over again, and right after we found her like that…” He looked down and grabbed both of my arms almost as if making sure I wouldn't do it again.

“I- I don't know. I feel like the world is gone. Everyone is dying and there's nothing to stop it. I wasn't thinking but I didn't care. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care if I…died.” I was crying again, sobbing as I realized Daryl had a couple of tears running down his cheeks too.

Without warning he engulfed me in his arms and rocked me. I cried for so long and I think he may have too, though I didn't mention it.

“I … care about you so much.” He started, “So much it hurts sometimes. I've never felt like this before and if I'm being honest I wish I didn't. I wish I didn't because it's new and that fuckin scares me. But I can't be without you. Please don't ever do that again. Just talk to me.” His voice cracked making me hurt even more. “Please.”

I could only nod as we stayed together, never letting go. It might not be okay today and it might not be ok ever again but only then in that room sitting on that bed, it felt like it was ok.

[carsonian]

August '23 SteveTony Fics Recap

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Your Mans wrote a total of SEX fanfics this month. Your Mans wrote a total of 36942 words. Haha 69.

That is pretty crazie! And telling of your Mans emotional state. Which is to say: get a life. And another hobby. Now BACK to the video.

Fanfics (in chronolgo chronsol ciacal chrongologic edit prev out @ editor chgrasonlogical order):

"I Can See Clearly Now The Blindfold's Gone" | 3,577 Words | M | 1 Aug

"Then, without further ado, I'd like to offer my sincere congratulations to the two of you for winning the all-expenses paid date." "What?" Steve straightens. "Pass." Tony says at the same moment. (A.K.A. Modern, No Powers AU where Steve and Tony go on everyone's favourite internet shitshow, "The Button".) For the prompt fill: blind date au

If I had to rate this fic I would SMASH THAT BUTTON !!!!!

"Just Wanna Feel Your Touch (When It's Cold)" | 1,339 words | M | 16 Aug

Steve's got a press conference to deal with but he's more worried about Tony's cold hands. Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Rescue Me"

If I had to rate this fic I would rate it!

"'Cause It's You and Me (and All of the People)" | 8,945 words | T | 19 Ugh

Steve and Tony discover that they're soulmates in their senior year of high school. As they wrestle with this realisation and try to build out a genuine relationship in the backdrop of high school nonsense and college admissions stress, they're met with a ridiculous number of hurdles in the form of every friend in their circle recruiting them as "fake dates". (A.K.A. the high school soulmates AU where they keep getting pulled into fake dating schemes for other people, told in a chatlog / texting format) Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "WTF"

Just a day ago I had to go back and fix some GIFs that had disappeared. So if I had to rate this fic I wouldn't.

"We Just Keep Going" | 1,829 words | M | 23 Aug

A coda to "Here I Am & Here You Are" where Steve and Tony go and visit the Chip 'n Dale duo in New Orleans. (A.K.A. Established relationship, banter-y nonsense.)

The only fic that isn't trying to be a FOB lyric w/ the length of its title. So, this fic, if I had to rate it I would rate as oim just a nocch in yewr bedpowst. . . but yewr juust a loine in a sowng!!!!!!

"Must Admit I'm Out of Bright" | 2,606 words | T | 25 Aug

Steve's got a handful of bullets in his abdomen and Stark's looking at him all funny. Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Pain"

If I had to rate this fic I wouldn't but I would desecRATE it and if I had to desecrate it I would desecrate it w/

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"The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma" | Chapters 8 & 9 (aka the FINAL CHAPTERS. Yes this fic is DONE! FINALLY!)

Chapter 8: "Pawn to Queen, Promotion Forseen" | 5,594 words | E | 9 Aug

Chapter 9: "Rematch?" | 13,052 words (don't @ me I tried to plan this shit out and it did not WORK. planning is a SHAM. or maybe I am. either way. don't @ me!!!) | E | 31 Aug

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children. Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep. (The Mysterious Benedict Society AU.)

If I had to rate this fic I would uhhh ok come on. Someone else make the bad joke this time. I can't carry this whole goddamn video.

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Angelo Parker my beloved 💜

Summary: The reader is Daniel Garcia's sister. She is on a mission on Halloween night to finally get Angelo to notice her.

"Come on, Danny. At least try and look a little excited to be here." You frown at your little brother sulking at your side.

A sour look remains on Daniel's face. "This is dumb, Y/N. Remind me how old you are again?" He asks in a judgy tone.

"You flip around on a stage in your underwear in front of thousands of people for a living, Danny. So let's not get into who's the mature one here." You remind him with a grin. "And since when do you not like parties?" You add.

"Hey, I like partying as much as the next guy," Daniel replies. "This ain't nothing like that. This is a stupid costume party." He quips.

"Oh, get over it, Daniel." You roll your eyes. "You don't have to come you know?" You remind him. "You could always sit alone at the hotel and sulk all night with some booze and cheap candy."

Daniel grumbles to himself but knows that you are right. And when your boss and CEO of the company that's given you everything asks you to come to his costume party for Halloween. You go, regardless of if you want to or not.

Tony Khan's costume party is later tonight, so you've dragged Daniel out to shop for a couple of things you need for your outfit. And to find Daniel something to wear as well.

"Remind me what we're looking for, again?" Daniel asks you after you've been wandering around the mall for a while.

You pursue the racks and racks of various Halloween accessories in front of you. "I still need a lasso and badge to finish the outfit." You answer your brother. "I'm going as a wild-west sheriff, remember?" You remind him matter-of-factly.

"Right," Daniel grumbles. "So original."

"Oh, screw off, Danny." You roll your eyes. "Hangman offered to lend me one of his hats and I couldn't resist. Plus, I heard from Matt that Angelo has a thing for cowgirls."

Daniel scrunches his nose at the mention of his mentors in such a way. "Ew, Y/N, don't even start." He scolds you.

"Not my fault that your mentor is hot, Daniel." You shrug with a grin at the disgusted look on your brother's face. "If all goes right tonight, I'm gonna be playing cowgirl with Angelo Parker in more ways than one." You add.

Daniel gags and hurries off before you can bombard him with more horrid details on how you plan on seducing one of his friends and mentors.

You eventually find what you're looking for and head back to the hotel after Daniel manages to find a costume that he doesn't hate.

You spend the next couple of hours getting ready for the party before you head out with Daniel. Your sheriff look is complete with badge, lasso, hat, boots, daisy dukes, and shirt with a few buttons loose. Because if you're not dressing skimpy on Halloween. Are you really even celebrating the holiday right?

"Well well well, yeehaw cowgirl." Hangman runs into you on the way into the building. "Tha hat looks great on you, Y/N. I love the outfit." He compliments you.

"Thanks, Adam." You thank him with a grin. "The hat is a perfect fit. And I love your Powerpuff girl costume. Where are the other two?"

Adam chuckles and nods behind him. "Matt and Nick will be here any minute." He informs you.

You laugh at the thought of what Matt and Nick's costumes look like and head inside for the party. You weave through the crowd of your colleagues all dressed up in various outfits. Your favorite one is Orange Cassidy dressed up as Danhausen and vice versa.

"Woah there, sheriff." Matt Menard runs into you first. "I see that you took my advice on a costume for tonight." He greets you.

You giggle and nod, glancing around for Angelo at the same time. "Yep, thanks for that, Matt." You thank him. "Speaking of Angelo, where is your other half?" You ask him.

"I left him over by the bar." Matt gestures to the other side of the room. "He's dressed as a chip n dale's dancer." He informs you.

"Oh really, now?" You raise a brow at this interesting development. "Well then, I should be off." You go to dismiss yourself. "I've got a Chip n Dales show that I absolutely don't want to miss." You giggle and walk off.

"You go knock 'em dead, sweetheart." Matt chuckles and sends you on your way. "I'll make sure and keep your brother busy for you." He adds as you walk off.

You expertly weave through the crowd like a woman on a mission. It's easy to spot Angelo's broad and bare shoulders sitting at the bar so you walk up behind him.

"Stick 'em up, cowboy." You jam your fingers gently into Angelo's back.

You feel Angelo tense up at your touch as he swivels around in his chair. "Hmm? Oh, hello cowgirl!" His eyes widen a bit when he sees you.

"That's sheriff to you, mister." You reply with a fake look of seriousness. "And you sir, are definitely breaking all kinds of decency laws with that outfit." You toy with him a bit.

"Oh am I now, babydoll?" Angelo chuckles. "Because I don't think that I have ever met a sheriff wearing shorts quite that short." He grins at you with a sly smile.

You giggle and lean in next to Parker as close as you can get at the crowded bar. "That so?" You challenge him. "I'd watch your tone, sir. Or I might have to take you in for questioning."

"We talkn' a one-on-one interrogation here?" Angelo replies, clearly having fun with your little game.

"Just you and me, cowboy." You grin. "And this here lasso ain't seen any action all night." You tap the prop lasso fixed to your side.

A staring contest ensues and it's like all of the noise of the party fades away. It's just you and Angelo there for a moment.

"Well come on then cowgirl." Angelo grabs your hand and pulls you away from the bar. "Let's see if you know how to ride a bronco like a real cowgirl." He teases you.

"Yeehaw!" You laugh and swing your hat around as you're dragged off.

On the other side of the room, Daniel sees you being dragged off by Angelo and gags again. "Great." He grumbles. "Now I can't even go back to my hotel room tonight." He complains.

"You can bunk with me for the night" Matt pats him on the back. "I got a feeling that Angelo's gonna be busy all night." He chuckles, earning another groan from Daniel.