#gotta love when the reposter just deletes your request to take it down

[chenziee]

Can we stop doing unauthorised reposts in this year of our lord and saviour sun god nika 2022

[always-andromeda]

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 1039

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ You spend a quiet moment showing Abby your Animal Crossing island; a testament to your love for Sanrio characters and your favorite girl.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ on my old sideblog, my sweet Saia requested that I write something with Abby involving Animal Crossing. buuuut, since I've deleted that blog, I thought I'd repost it here! I've made some little edits so it's a bit longer than before; but here it is in all its glory again! this one is entirely dedicated to you, @abbysdolly; thank you for being so lovely and so supportive, dear. I hope you enjoy this again!! alsoooo, divider credits go to @cafekitsune!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ minor swearing, absolute tooth rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

"Fuckin' video games..." Abby spoke under her breath as she fiddled with the controls of her switch. She'd only had it for a few days (thanks to some gentle persuasion from you) but she was already moments away from giving up on it completely.

"What's wrong?" you leaned over from your spot on the couch. Her character now stood blankly in front of her starter tent. You rested your chin on her shoulder, breathing in the pine scent that felt like home to you by now as you tried to see what the problem was.

"There was a scorpion and he just–"

Realizing her plight, you giggled, "Stung you?"

Abby set the console down and reclined back on the couch, taking a deep breath. "How did you get so good at this in the first place?"

"I dunno," you hummed. "You just gotta work on it."

Of course. As much as Abby fancied herself an expert at all things, part of her was alright with taking the loss on this one; especially knowing how happy you got when you finally got to best her at something. You could have this one.

Abby rolled her eyes and continued, "Ah, it's whatever. Show me what you've got on your island, babe." 

Your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed across your face. Letting out a chuckle of her own, Abby swore she'd never get sick of that expression. You picked your own console back up and snuggled closer into her side.

Immediately your fingers flew, maneuvering your character around the screen. Abby smirked, catching a glimpse of the pink bunny that decorated the skin of your console. She never had a single clue how she managed to land a delicate thing like you. It always made her a little afraid of breaking you; something she didn’t worry about with most. She was abrasive and proud of it. But not with you. Never with you. She hooked a strong arm around your frame and pulled you closer.

"The first thing I have to show you..." you trailed off as your character disappeared inside of a pastel pink house. The main room of your house was thoroughly decorated with polka dot wallpaper and white wood floors. Pastel couches and a white coffee table with a decorative cake and tea set on top constituted your home’s living room. Underneath it all, a fluffy looking rug tied the whole soft atmosphere. Except…it didn’t look like any old carpet. It was a picture of some sort of cartoon character tucked inside a bright blue teacup.

Abby squinted. "Who's on the rug?"

You looked up at her, "I've told you about the characters, Bee. Guess."

Noticing the long ears on the character, she spitballed, "Isn't that the bunny? MyMelody?"

"Nooo..." you whined and tapped the decal on your switch. "That's MyMelody. The rug is Cinnamoroll. And he's a puppy, not a bunny."

Abby scoffed, "Well, sounds like I've gotta do more studying."

"Yeah," you replied matter of factly with a glint of pride in your eye, "you really do."

As soon as you showed her around your house, you then graduated to running around your island. You'd sunk hundreds of hours into the game and it showed, considering every nook was themed and immaculately adorned with various trees, bushes, and flowers. She couldn’t help but be a little jealous. It wasn’t fair that these little virtual creatures could live in a paradise, entirely hand crafted by you. That sounded like a dream to her.

"So, this is Toby," you introduced her to a yellow rabbit with big eyes and teal hair. "He's part of the Sanrio set of characters. I'm trying to collect them all."

"Now, that is a bunny. It has to be. Geez, how many bunnies does this brand have?" she grumbled.

You giggled again, "Yes, he's a bunny. But he's based off of Keroppi," you added with a pointed glance in her direction, obviously expecting her to fill in the blank.

Now this is one Abby knew. She blurted out, "The frog!"

"Good job, Bee," you smiled proudly.

"Eh, it's no big deal," she brushed you off with a teasing look that told you she was playing her humility up. She had to preserve some respectability.

Then she watched as your character ran over to a secluded piece of land that looked over the ocean. The sun was setting over your island paradise as your character plopped down on an iron bench. Cut off from the rest of the island by a thick layer of trees, this area was quiet. The normally upbeat music subsided so you and her could clearly hear the wind blowing and the waves crashing. It was strangely kind of…calming.

"This spot is nice," Abby mumbled.

"I made it for us,” you replied quietly.

"For us?"

Your gaze was especially sentimental when you answered, "Yeah! So when you finally visit my island, we'll have a place to sit and watch the ocean."

Abby blinked vacantly. "You know...we can totally do that now too...in real life?"

You chewed on your lip as you watched the screen. "I mean, yeah. Of course. But I want to sit with you and watch the sunset virtually too."

Abby was quiet, thinking about all the hours you put into this endeavor. How patient you had been, sharing all of the things you loved with her. God…how had she been lucky enough to find you again? 

Finally, she spoke, "Ya know...maybe I won't quit the game just yet. At least not until I get to sit on the bench with you...virtually..."

"You're such a goober," you smiled, laid your head back on her chest, and hopped off the bench in game so you could keep showing her around.

Her emotions weren’t showing up too visibly on her face. But she was undoubtedly and thoroughly impressed. For one, she was amazed at your eye for design and the way you coordinated everything without making it look too uptight and proper. Your island felt comfortable, just like how you made her feel. And more than anything, she was happy that it was a kind of comfort you always wanted her to be involved with.

[crossbowking]

Look After You

Summary: (Set in the beginning of Alexandria) After a supply run goes wrong, the reader is forced to face one of their greatest fears.

Request: “Hey! Glad you’re back and in the swing of things! Hope everything is well. How about number 15 from the recent drabbles list? Maybe the reader says it to Daryl after a close call where he put himself in danger to save/protect the reader? And maybe it can say “what the hell is wrong with you?” instead cause it sounds more angry or whatever. Idk I just think it would be something cool and I know you can do a great job bringing it to life. That is if no one has requested it yet. Thank you!!” @mikahowl

A/N: REPOST!!! I was a big ol’ dumb ass and accidentally deleted this story. Which means I also deleted all of your lovely comments. Ugh. I’m sad. :( 

This oneshot is a bit lengthy, but I actually really love the way it turned out! There are some characters from Alexandria in this story that are actual characters in the show! Let’s see if you recognize any of them!

(Shoutout to @jodiereedus22 for her constant support and letting me run ideas by her! Check out her awesome work!)

Enjoy!

xx crossbowking

Masterlist

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The people of Alexandria were oblivious — ignorant, even — to the reality that loomed just outside their towering walls.

But regardless, when your group had first arrived at the Safe-Zone, each of you had made a promise to try — to try and live the way they did, to try and live as normally as possible, as though the world wasn’t crumbling around you.

Everyone in your group was doing their part, offering what they could to earn their keep, designated a role in the community by the town leader, Deanna. In the beginning, you’d been assigned to assist on supply runs with an established group inside the walls, led by Deanna’s son, Aiden.

But after a run went horribly wrong, everything changed.

Your group was still recovering from the loss of one of your own — Noah. Glenn was taking it especially hard, having witnessed the boy’s gruesome death. But after hearing what had actually happened, your group knew things needed to change — things needed to change and quickly if any of you stood a chance of survival.

After Aiden’s death, the responsibility to lead supply runs fell on you — and training the residents on how to properly scavenge became priority number one.

“Okay, are there any other questions? Anything you didn’t catch or want to hear again?” you announced tentatively, eyeing the lineup in front of you. “Anything at all?”

A group of four stood before you, all residents from Alexandria, all looking increasingly nervous.

“We just want to be thorough,” Tara suddenly spoke from beside you, addressing the group, attempting to ease their worries. “Even the smallest mistake can get someone killed,” she finished, her voice breaking off at the end.

You reached out, giving her hand a soft squeeze — Noah’s death had been hard on all of you.

“Seems like a lot more people have died since your group came around, don’t it?” Barnes suddenly called out. He was one of the residents — late twenties with tousled brown hair and a distrusting look in his eyes.

“Barnes —” another Alexandrian named Annie chastised from beside him. She was one of the more skilled when it came to supply runs, having been part of the initial scavenging group before your people joined Alexandria. She was in her early twenties, brunette with a slight frame but tough as hell.

“It’s okay, Annie,” you quickly interrupted, taking a step forward, locking eyes with Barnes. “What we’re trying to do here is prevent any more death — the only reason your people are still alive is because you’ve been lucky. Most haven’t.”

Tension hung between you before Barnes looked away, muttering something under his breath as he adjusted the rifle in his hands.

“We need to be in and out,” Tara finally continued, pushing past the uncomfortable atmosphere. “Big-box department stores like this don't tend to stay empty for long,” she explained, motioning towards the towering building beside you.

“And it’s pretty likely that most supplies have already been taken. So check in places you might not normally — underneath shelving units, behind registers, back of the house stocking areas,” you listed off the top of your head. “We grab what we can and get the hell out,” you finished with a nod. “Since the store is pretty huge, Tara will take three of you inside first to scope it out — take out any walkers, make sure there are no stragglers. The rest of us will stay outside to keep watch.”

“Well, w-what do we do if we find another survivor?” another one of the residents, Eddie, spoke — he was nineteen, maybe twenty years old, and scared shitless.

You sighed, sharing a look with Tara. “You just — just find one of us, okay? Make sure the person is unarmed, make sure they’re not a threat and —”

“A threat? You’ve gotta be joking,” Eddie protested, looking at the other residents for support. “Look, I shouldn’t be here — I-I just tend to the gardens. I don’t know how to ‘unarm’ someone. I can’t be here —”

“Eddie —”

“No — no, I can’t —”

“Hey man, you need to relax,” the fourth resident, Scott, intervened, placing his hand on the kid’s shoulder. He was in his forties and also experienced with the outside world — just like Annie. The two, along with another resident named Heath, would go on week-long supply runs for the community. He was a beast of a man — tall, broad, and built like a damn wall.

But Eddie quickly shook him off. “I just want to go home. Please, I-I just want to go home. I —”

“The hell’s goin’ on over here?”

The sudden gruff voice was like music to your ears, a wave of relief washing over you as the archer appeared from around the far side of the building, his eyes immediately finding yours. He marched forward, wordlessly eyeing the Alexandrian’s as he passed before halting beside you and Tara, looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, shifting your weight slightly. “We’re fine, we’re just — we’re just going over the plan one last time.”

Daryl regarded you carefully, not believing you entirely but also not pushing the topic further. “Perimeter’s clear,” he grunted, swinging his crossbow over his shoulder before turning to face the residents, scowl set firmly in place.

You took a breath. “Alright — Scott, Annie, Eddie — you’ll do the sweep with Tara,” you instructed, motioning the three forward. “And Barnes, since you’re used to guard duty back home and you’ve got the rifle, you’ll be with us,” you finished jerking a finger between you and Daryl.

“Awesome,” Barnes muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he walked away from the lineup and towards your group’s van, the one you’d parked by the building’s front doors.

You felt Daryl stiffen from beside you — apparently, you weren’t the only one who picked up on the attitude.

Scott and Annie shared a ready look, immediately making their way towards the building. Eddie, on the other hand, remained frozen in place, looking incredibly pale all of the sudden.

You sighed. “Eddie —”

But Tara quickly took a step forward, slinging her backpack over her shoulder before glancing at you. “I got it,” she reassured with a wink, moving towards the frightened boy without another word.

Eddie watched her approach, shaking his head slightly in defiance. “I’m sorry, guys, but I-I can’t —”

“Hey, easy,” Tara calmed, stopping in front of the boy. “Listen, kid, I know you’re freaking out. I don’t blame you. But you gotta get your shit together, okay?” she continued, reaching down to grab the empty bag at his feet, forcing it into his grasp. “You can do this — but you have to trust us. We’re in this together, alright?” she encouraged softly before holding her fist out in front of her.

Eddie eyed her nervously before his shoulders sagged, eventually giving in and connecting his fist to hers. He slung the bag over his shoulder, unsheathing his small hunting knife as he hurried to catch up to Scott and Annie.

Tara glanced back at you and Daryl. “Fist bumping — it always gets the job done,” she grinned, waggling her eyebrows as she jogged to meet up with the Alexandrian’s.

You snorted a laugh, shaking your head as you watched the group of four disappear through the front doors of the department store.

“Ya did good,” Daryl suddenly rumbled from beside you.

You sighed, turning to face the archer, giving him a skeptical look. “You think?” you asked softly, hoping you didn’t sound as self-conscious as you felt. “I don’t know — this is more of Glenn’s specialty. He’s better at this kind of thing — he’s also better with people, I might add,” you murmured.

Daryl’s eyes narrowed as he watched you, the intensity in his stare catching you off guard. “What’s wrong with ya?”

“What? Nothing,” you shot back defensively, wishing he’d stop looking at you as though he could see through you — past flesh and bone, into the parts of yourself you kept hidden in darkness, away from the world’s wandering eye.

“Bullshit,” he grumbled before you could spew any more lies. But when you opened your mouth to respond, another voice cut through the air.

“So, are we just supposed to stand out here with our dicks out or —” Barnes called snidely, leaning cooly against the van, rifle propped up against his shoulder.

You watched Daryl’s features darken, his head snapping in Barnes’s direction before he suddenly stormed forward. “Ya best watch that fuckin’ mouth a’ yours,” he growled, his threatening tone unwavering as the smirk etched on Barnes’s face dropped.

“Relax, man,” Barnes held his hands up, the sarcasm in his voice obsolete as he quickly straightened. “It was a joke, alright?” he huffed, eyes darting between you and the archer as he took a small step back. “Damn,” he scoffed, almost in disbelief.

But his words only riled Daryl further. You watched his head cock to the side as he jabbed a finger towards Barnes. “Ya —”

Before the archer could take another step, before he could hurl another definitive threat, you grabbed onto his arm. Daryl glanced down at you, the look in his eyes practically lethal, only fading once you shook your head. “Not worth it,” you murmured, just soft enough for him to hear.

Daryl held your gaze a moment longer before he pulled out of your grip. “Asshole,” he spat, his eyes like daggers as he shot Barnes one last hostile look before sliding his crossbow off his shoulder. He muttered another curse under his breath as he moved away, beginning to pace back and forth like a caged animal.

You exhaled heavily, letting him simmer down — you knew Daryl well enough to know when he needed space.

Barnes watched the interaction curiously and you found yourself fighting back the urge to smack the defiant, and slightly cocky, expression from his face.

Tara suddenly appeared at the front doors, stopping you from doing something you’d regret. She motioned Daryl over from where he’d stormed off to. “We’re all clear,” she announced, slightly breathless before she disappeared back inside the store.

You unsheathed the hunting knife strapped around your thigh as Daryl wordlessly stormed past you. Barnes moved forward after him, only stopping when you held out your arm. “What?” he questioned, a confused look flitting across his features.

“Not you,” you shook your head resolutely.

Barnes scoffed. “Are you kidding —”

“It’s not a punishment,” you interrupted, holding your hand out, giving him a pointed look. “I need you out here to keep watch.”

“Why me?” he demanded, clearly offended.

You felt your last bit of patience dissipate. “You know what,” you hissed through clenched teeth. “If you think you’re better suited to lead this run, then by all means —” you took a step back, extending your arm, urging him forward. But when Barnes didn’t move, you dropped your arm. “That’s what I thought,” you muttered, taking a step before pausing, eyeing the rifle in his hand. “And hold your fire — it’s for emergency only, okay? Emergency only. If that thing goes off, it’ll attract every walker within miles. Understood?”

Barnes looked as though he wanted to object, but after a moment, he merely huffed a breath and turned to face the parking lot.

You entered the store without another word.

The first thing you noticed was the smell — like spoiled meat and unwashed gym socks. You thought that after all this time you’d get used to the stench — but still, to this day, it had a funny way of taking you by surprise.

The store had already been ransacked — though you weren’t surprised. You hadn’t expected to find much — big-box department stores were the first to get looted when the world ended. You’d chosen this place as more of a trial run, to help the Alexandrian’s get a feel of how supply runs would work now that your group was in charge.

Your team worked quietly, efficiently, taking the building by storm.

It was easy.

Almost too easy.

You should’ve seen it coming.

Scott and Annie were making their way to the front of the store, empty bags now filled with supplies they’d found on a truck still attached to the loading dock. Tara and Eddie were sifting through an overturned clothing rack, shoveling clothes of all sizes into their backpacks.

And Daryl was standing on the opposite side of the store — looking at you.

You didn't understand why — why his expression twisted into one of panic, why your name fell from his lips in what seemed like slow motion, why the smell of rotting meat was getting stronger and stronger until —

It happened in the blink of an eye.

One moment, you were upright, watching Daryl in the distance as he took off into a dead sprint towards you. And the next, you were facedown on the floor, a heaviness pressing into your back, pushing the air from your lungs. A gnarled hand wound through your hair, the other grabbing onto your shoulder in a vice-like grip, yanking your head backward as a low growl sounded in your ear.

A cry fell from your lips as you twisted, stunned for just a moment before survival instincts kicked in. You braced one arm against the ground, pushing off and propelling yourself onto your side, knocking the walker off your back.

You didn’t waste another moment as you rolled away from the biter and jumped up, frantically searching for the knife you’d dropped, focusing only on the dead staggering to its feet. The walker lunged once more, but this time, you were able to brace your forearm against its chest, keeping its snapping jaws mere inches from your face.

You grunted under the pressure, feeling your arm start to give way, its teeth snapping closer and closer until —

You saw a glint of silver.

You felt cool metal press against the base of your throat.

You recognized the handle of your knife, the one you’d dropped moments ago, wrapped in another’s hand.

You heard the growling before you morph into something different, something hauntingly familiar.

“Mine.”

The low, hushed snarl stunned you into stillness, the sound shooting through you, feeling your blood run cold as you caught a glimpse of what exactly was in front of you.

Another survivor.

“Mine,” the man growled once more, pushing the tip of your knife deeper into your neck, your flesh splitting beneath the blade.

You grimaced, grabbing onto the stranger’s wrist to keep from screaming as your eyes frantically searched his.

He was covered in blood — some streaks fresher than others, spread across the naked parts of his face. His beard was tinged with grayness, curled and matted, hanging just above his chest. His teeth were bared like some sort of beast, crooked and yellow. But his eyes — his eyes you couldn’t seem to pull away from. They were wide and panicked — feral in the most animalistic way. They were distant, detached from any semblance of humanity as he neared closer.

You cringed away from the putrid smell he exuded, your dwindling strength no match for his barbarity.

“Get — out,” he growled between ragged breaths, his other hand tangling throughout your hair. “Mine — mine — home — get — out!“ he rasped, beginning to drag the knife’s edge across your throat.

But just as a cry reached your lips, suddenly, the man was gone.

You fell backward, colliding against the floor as chaos erupted around you.

That’s when you noticed Daryl.

He had the stranger pinned up against the wall, landing blow after blow, his movements fierce, precise, unrelenting. But then you saw something the archer didn’t — the man’s arm, raised high above his head, your knife in his grasp.

“No!” you screamed out, stumbling to your feet as the stranger plunged the knife down.

Except Daryl was quicker. He pushed away from the man at the very last second, just narrowly missing the knife’s blade — but the dodge threw him off balance, allowing the stranger a chance to land a solid left punch right against the archer’s temple, catching him off guard and sending him staggering away.

“Hey!” Tara suddenly appeared, distracting the crazed man, the rest of your group showing up right behind her.

The stranger let out a sort of animalistic shriek as he raised your knife, charging towards them without a second thought.

But before he could get close enough to attack, you heard gunshots.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The stranger froze, stunned mid-strike, his body swaying slightly before his legs gave out, folding beneath him. The sudden silence was so deafening, you were sure the sound of your heart pounding was heard by those around you. No one spoke — all eyes trained on the kneeling man, blood beginning to drip from the corners of his mouth.

“Mine,” the stranger gargled between hitched breaths. “Mine — my — home,” he sputtered through the redness, his lips curling into a deranged grin as the light faded from his eyes. His body slumped forward, motionless, three bullet holes now torn through his torso.

As if on cue, everyone turned to look toward where the gunshots came from.

And there stood Barnes, rifle clenched in trembling hands, breathing slightly labored. “I — uh,” he stuttered, breaking the quiet. “I-I figured this — this would be considered an ‘emergency’, right?” he jumbled, any previous trace of humor gone from his tone.

Before you had a chance to speak, you felt a familiar touch — calloused fingers grabbing your chin, turning your face forward.

Your eyes fell on Daryl, now standing before you, his expression furrowed, eyes troubled as he gently tilted your head back. You winced as the slash on your neck stretched, his features growing stormy.

“U-Uh, guys?” Eddie suddenly whispered from behind Tara, breaking the stillness, his features growing increasingly pale. “I’m —”

Whatever he was about to say was cut off as the boy spun around and toppled forward, emptying the contents of his stomach.

You grimaced, squeezing your eyes shut — but then you felt Daryl’s grip move to either of your shoulders.

“Hey, ya alright?” he murmured, voice just soft enough for you to hear it.

Your eyes snapped open, but before you could respond, you noticed something that sent your heart plummeting.

A small gash just above Daryl’s right eyebrow.

It wasn’t a bad injury — not at all. You weren’t even sure if he knew he was bleeding. He’d sustained worse, you knew that. But the fact of the matter was that it could’ve been worse — it almost was worse. And that was because of you. Because he was trying to protect you.

And that was something you refused to be okay with.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you suddenly snapped, unsure where the abrupt fury came from — you hadn’t meant for the words to come out so harsh, but you also couldn’t seem to stop them.

The archer’s hands immediately retracted from your shoulders as he straightened, a look of confusion flitting across his features. “What?” he demanded, clearly taken aback.

“W-What — I mean, why would you —” you fumbled for the right words, feeling the anger in your gut simmering. You knew your feelings were being misdirected — but you couldn’t find it in you to stop. “What the fuck, Daryl?”

Daryl’s expression hardened as he took a step back, his eyes narrowing. “Are ya seriously pissed a’ me right now?”

“I can take care of myself, okay? I don’t need you to protect me!” you fired back, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

“I jus’ saved your damn life, Y/N!”

“Yeah, and you nearly lost yours!”

Your words echoed throughout the store, the silence that followed incredibly vast as you stood toe to toe with the archer, your heaving breaths mirroring his.

It wasn’t until Tara spoke that you remembered you weren’t alone. “Uh, guys, we gotta — we gotta go,” she intervened, appearing between you. “That gunfire’s gonna draw walkers in from all around — we need to get these people home.”

Daryl held your gaze a moment longer before shaking his head, grumbling something you couldn't quite catch as he stormed off. He grabbed his crossbow off the floor, having lost it in the scuffle, before walking out of the store without another word.

“Y/N?” Tara murmured, reaching out to gently squeeze your arm.

“Yeah,” you breathed, exhaling heavily. “Yeah, I’m coming,” you murmured, forcing a small smile onto your face.

Tara nodded, handing you a worn bandana. You pressed the cloth against your bleeding neck, wincing at the contact as Tara turned to address the group. “We gotta move — let’s grab our stuff and get the hell out of here,” she called out, picking up her backpack and herding the Alexandrian’s out of the store.

A traumatized Eddie stumbled after Tara, sparing the unmoving stranger one last look. “This — this place was his home. H-He was just protecting his home,” he whispered sorrowfully before Scott placed a hand on his shoulder and helped guide him the rest of the way out, Annie close behind.

The store was eerily quiet — the only sound being your footsteps as you slowly approached the man. His eyes were open yet vacant, mouth unhinged in what appeared to be a silent scream. You reached down, pulling your knife from his limp grasp before gently pressing the blade into his skull.

You felt for the stranger — he’d simply been a man who lost his mind, desperate to protect what he felt was his. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, a heaviness settling over your chest as you pulled your knife from the back of his head.

You turned to leave, pausing when you noticed Barnes standing by the front door. He watched you approach, expression grim as his eyes bounced between you and the lifeless stranger.

“Hey,” you murmured, nudging him gently, waiting until he looked down at you. “It had to be done.”

Barnes audibly swallowed, nodding slowly as he glanced down at the rifle still shaking in his grasp. “I — I’ve never killed a person before,” he whispered gravely.

“I know,” you sighed, any feelings of frustration you felt about Barnes from earlier dissipating. “I’m sorry you had to be the one to do it.”

Barnes simply nodded once more before you motioned him toward the van, the rest of the group already inside.

Just as Tara predicted, you spotted clusters of walkers beginning to fill into the parking lot as you climbed into the back of the van after Barnes. But by the time the dead neared closer, your group was already peeling out of the parking lot, headed back to Alexandria.

The ride home was silent.

You tried to ignore the nagging in your chest every time you glanced at the back of Daryl’s head. Instead, you focused on the steady throbbing in your neck — that pain seemed to be easier to accept.

When you arrived back at Alexandria, Daryl hopped out of the van before it even fully parked, stalking off towards the house your group shared without another word.

“Want Denise to check that out?” Tara asked, motioning towards your wound, interrupting your inner turmoil.

“Oh, no,” you waved her off. “It’s okay — just a scratch,” you shrugged, walking side by side back to the house. But as you neared closer, the fear of confrontation stopped you short — you couldn’t be around the archer right now.

Tara’s momentum slowed as she glanced between you and the house before taking a step closer. “He’ll come around,” she suddenly murmured, her lips turning up into a soft smile.

You gnawed on your bottom lip for a moment. “I didn’t mean —”

“I know,” she cut you off, taking another small step towards you. “He knows. He just — he was just scared, that’s all.”

You scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes. “Daryl Dixon isn’t scared of anything,” you pointed out, only half joking.

But Tara’s expression didn’t waver, now looking more serious than ever. “He was today,” she remarked quietly before turning around and walking away.

You watched her leave, heading towards the house Daryl had entered moments before. Her words sat heavily on your chest, only furthering the existing guilt you felt. You couldn’t walk into that house — not yet, at least.

Night came quickly.

You’d volunteered yourself for guard duty, welcoming the isolation, desperately needing the distance. It was easy to pretend when you were away from it all — that the day hadn’t panned out as it had, that the world hadn’t completely gone to shit, that you hadn’t almost lost the last good thing in your life.

You welcomed the solace.

When the ladder leading up to the tower suddenly began to creak, you couldn’t help the burst of hope that shot through you. But it was Sasha who appeared, relieving you of your duty, and you immediately felt yourself deflate.

You walked back home with your head hung low. How could you have said those awful things to Daryl? What the hell was wrong with you? He’d saved your life and in return you — you’d hurt him. He didn’t have to say a damn word — you knew your words had stung. And now — now you had to make things right.

The house came into view, one or two lights inside still dimmed — but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

There, sitting on the front porch steps, was Daryl.

Even in the darkness, you noticed the way he stilled when you approached, a lit cigarette dangling between his lips. Your breath caught in your throat as you faltered mid-step, feeling incredibly exposed all of a sudden. “Hi,” you whispered, your voice slightly hoarse.

Daryl acknowledged you with a short nod before taking a long drag, fiddling with the cigarette between his fingertips.

You sighed, slowly making your way towards the porch stairs. “Can I sit?” you asked quietly.

Daryl grunted a response as he exhaled the smoke — you chose to interrupt that as a ‘yes’.  

You sat down with a huff on the opposite side of the stairs, resting your back against the railing. The silence between you was overwhelming — and part of you wondered if the archer could hear your pulse racing from where he sat. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, the words tumbling out of you. “I’m — shit, I’m so sorry, Daryl. I didn’t —”

“Ya don’t have ta’ do this,” Daryl interrupted suddenly, inhaling another puff of smoke before flicking the cigarette away. “Ain’t mad at ya or anythin’.”

You pursed your lips, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. “Doesn’t matter — I’m still sorry,” you shrugged, sighing softly.

“I couldn’t do it,” Daryl spoke after a long moment of silence, glancing over at you before turning to stare ahead.

“Couldn’t do what?” you pressed gently, hanging onto every word he said.

Daryl grumbled something to himself, almost like he was second-guessing speaking in the first place. You merely sat, still and quiet, giving him time to sort himself out. “I heard what ya said back there — ya don’t need me —”

“Daryl —”

“I couldn’t do it, alright? I couldn’t jus’ stand there an’ let that asshole do what he was gonna do ta’ ya,” he pushed forward, his words fiercer than before as he faced you. “Now, I heard what ya said — ya don’t need me ta’ protect ya, I know that. But that don’t mean I ain’t gonna do it anyways.”

You couldn’t stop the swell of emotion that rose, forming a clump in the base of your throat. You lowered your eyes, the archer’s intense gaze too much for you at that moment. There were things you wanted to say, feelings you wanted to share, but they all seemed to tangle up inside you. “You could’ve died,” you whispered, those three little words all you could muster. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “God, if anything ever happened to you because of me —”

“Hey,” Daryl hushed you, leaning forward a fraction. “I’m alright.”

You shook your head slowly, giving him a serious look. “It doesn’t matter — you almost died back there for nothing, Daryl.”

The archer regarded you curiously then, an honest look of confusion crossing his features as he watched you. “Wasn’t for nothin’,” he rumbled simply.

You held his gaze a moment longer before slowly scooting forward, closing the short distance between you. Daryl stiffened instantly, practically turning to stone as you slowly reached forward, waiting until he relaxed a little before pushing back the hair from his face, revealing the small cut he’d received earlier.

You gently cupped the side of his face, your thumb grazing just above the wound as your eyes locked with his. “What am I gonna do with you, Daryl Dixon,” you sighed softly, feeling a weight lift off your chest.

Daryl didn’t respond — simply melting into your touch instead.

You lowered your hand, closing the last bit of space between you before resting your head against his shoulder.

After a moment of stillness, you felt the tension within him give way, his cheek finding its way nestled against your hair.

And so you sat, interwoven around one another, guarding the only thing left in a crumbling world that mattered as the cool, calm night lingered on.

A/N: Aww...what’d you guys think? Was the reader justified in her reaction? How did you like that sweet moment in the end?

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hi can i ask for tips on how to start posting my fics on tumblr?

first, the fact that you want tips from me makes me feel all warm inside like ahhhh? like me??

i think to give the best tips, it really depends on what part of posting fics you struggle with, you know? like is it the confidence to post, or what aesthetic to go for, or how to tag etc. but i’ll just give you some general tips and if you have another question feel completely free to send another ask! <3

first, you just gotta go for it. write something, anything, and be like: you know what, imma post this! we tend to be pretty self critical of our work so even if you think it’s a shitty piece of writing, i highly doubt it.

when it comes to aesthetic, scroll through some of your favourite blogs and take inspo from them. putting three aesthetic images at the top is pretty common and in my opinion, posts that look well put together always look more enticing to read. you can find aesthetic pics on pinterest by searching [insert] aesthetic. you can search by general vibes so like soft or dark, or you can by colour, or even more specific like coffee or angel etc. you can also make banners by using photos from pinterest, editing shape and size and adding stickers of filters on picsart and then adding text on phonto (i also download fonts from dafont).

tagging posts is by far the hardest part of publishing fics. tumblr sure does love to screw content creators over. how to tag fics can also vary depending on the fandom. in kpop you generally want to tag with the idols name or group name and then fluff, angst and/or smut. then just the idol and group. also putting [idol] imagine or drabbles or social media au etc. again just checking your fave blogs and seeing how they tag things will help you

tip for when you tag a post as well, once it’s published, search up one of the tags you put (tumblr normally only acknowledges the first fifteen) and check whether it comes up in recent posts for that tag. if you’re a newer blog then tumblr may think you’re a bot and not show you’re posts so either delete and repost or post some random things over a space of a couple days until they start showing up in tags.

depending on what you plan on writing another important thing to do before you even post is to make a masterlist and some guidelines (this part is more important if you’re gonna write smut). having a masterlist set up means people are able to find your works way easier and having guidelines helps if you ever want to open requests

IMPORTANT REMINDER: you are not required to take requests or write ones that you recieve. if someone sends you a request you are not comfortable with or simply don’t have inspo for or vibe with, you do not have to write it! it is you’re blog and you write what you want. you writing requests is just something extra you are doing and is literally you making personalised content for someone for free so it is not a must.

another important reminder is that it’s also completely ok to take breaks, no matter how long. it’s ok to post one short drabble and not post for another three months, take you’re time, this is a hobby not a job and you should enjoy it, even if writer’s block is kicking your ass (which is also annoyingly common)

to solve writers block or to get general ideas i recommend taking inspo from even the most simple of things in life. like little wholesome moments or just the things you’ve been enjoying recently eg writing about playing your current favourite game against an idol and winning for the fifth time in the row. it’s also fun to switch up the fandoms you write for if you feel like it. i write for kpop, ice hockey and mcyt so there’s really no limit!

if you want to link posts to others, here’s a guide one of my first ever mutuals made me back when i was first getting into fic writing. here’s a guide i just made bc i realised that one is kinda outdated.

that actually brings me onto the point of making fellow writer mutuals can be really great when it comes to posting. having that lil support system of fellow writers to talk to, to bounce ideas off, to collab with, etc can really help!

now, final tip i can currently think of (again send an ask if you need more specific advice) is read fics! i barely read fanfiction nowadays (ok literally not all anymore) but when i was first getting into writing, it really helped. reading how other people write will hands down help you figure out your own style of writing and grow as a writer overtime.

oh that also reminds me, if you take inspo from someone else’s writing, it’s greatly appreciated if you ask the op if you can write something based off their work etc, and also even tag them in the piece. of course this doesn’t apply to general ideas, like there’s probably a million college social media aus, but if it’s something specific, it doesn’t hurt to ask

[renaerys]

18. “I think you’re beautiful.” (Boomer/Bubbles)

{{Original posting unfortunately deleted. Reposted here.}}

February Fic Prompt #8 originally requested by the lovely huinari.

xxx

This was, far and away, the nicest thing Boomer had ever done for anyone. And it wasn’t even for his girlfriend, but for her micromanaging older sister.

“Okay boys, you’re on in 10!” Blossom said. “Make sure you pause to pose at the end of the catwalk so the photographers can get some good pictures for the paper. Remember, this is for charity, so it’s meaningful and important work. You should all feel extremely proud of yourselves for helping out. I know I am.”

Boomer groaned and stared at his painted reflection in the vanity. His winged eye-liner, violet eye shadow, and push-up bra made him feel some kind of way, but it was not proud. As much as he adored Bubbles, and as much as he valued Blossom as a friend, he could not help but regret his decision to participate in the charity drag show, no matter how much money they were raising for the Townsville Planned Parenthood branch.

“How the fuck do girls wear all this shit?” said Floyd, picking at the tight fishnets under his miniskirt that were causing a wedgie. “It’s so uncomfortable!”

“Beauty is pain,” said Mitch, where he currently sat battling a strappy kitten heel sandal that was obviously a size too small for his foot. “Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve literally never been so close to committing shoe murder!”

“Is that a thing?” Boomer asked, pulling at his hair. He was one of the few boys with naturally longer hair, which Buttercup had curled and styled for him. The result was that he looked a little like Bubbles, save for the insane amount of theater makeup.

“I mean, is a shoe alive?” asked Harry as he touched up his fire-engine red lipstick in the mirror over Boomer’s shoulder. The dude was completely at ease walking around in Beyoncé’s Single Ladies costume.

“Of course it is! Every shoe has a personality.” Bubbles giggled as she made the rounds to all the Townsville High School Junior boys who’d signed up to participate in the charity show.

“Personality doesn’t equal sentience,” Mitch said, still struggling. “Otherwise, this thing would feel my murder intent and get on my fucking foot!”

He lost his temper and threw the shoe clear across the room, where Buttercup caught it before it could sustain damage. “Why do I feel like I just interrupted some dumb argument?”

“We’re at a drag show,” Boomer said. “How are you surprised?”

“Bro, you’re doing it wrong. You gotta tuck that shit away,” said Joey, captain of the football team and unexpectedly super down to get this show on the road. He did look rather fabulous in his leopard print romper. Objectively speaking.

“I am?” Elmer Sgloo looked like someone had used him to crack open a disco ball. He nervously examined his tight, sequined pants that left little to the imagination.

“Yeah, you know, tuck,” Joey insisted.

“But I thought I did!”

“No—here, fine, I’ll help you.”

Harry whistled suggestively. “Get a room, you two.”

“Or not. My sister will castrate all of you if you hold up the show,” Buttercup said. She held out the recovered shoe to Mitch. “C’mon Cinderella, gimme that foot.”

Bubbles laughed as she watched them all, but Boomer didn’t share her amusement. He looked sullenly at his reflection.

Butch and Brick are never gonna let me live this one down.

His brothers would be in the audience of course. Neither had been willing to participate in the show, of course, no matter what Blossom said or did. She hadn’t put up much of a fight; when Brick made up his mind, that was that. But Boomer, sap that he was, just couldn’t say no.

“Hey you,” Bubbles said softly enough that no one could overhear them. “How are you holding up? Ready to get out there?”

Boomer met her gaze in the mirror, and he just couldn’t deal anymore. “No, I’m really not.”

Bubbles’ soft smile morphed into genuine concern, and she spun him around in his chair to look at him properly. “What’s the matter? Boomer, talk to me. You look really upset. Does the dress not fit?”

He shook his head. Glitter fell from his hair, and that just made him feel even worse. “No, the dress is fine. Everything’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Hey, look at me.”

He looked at her. She was so pretty in skinny jeans and a blazer over her 100% Human T-shirt in support of the event. Her hair was up and out of her face, professional for the evening but somehow still the cute, sweet girl he’d fallen for hard. It was stupid, he was stupid, and he knew she’d tell him as much. But damnit, he couldn’t help but feel upset knowing what his brothers and the other guys at school would say when they saw him.

“I just feel so…so ugly like this,” he whined. “Like, I know it’s for a good cause. And I really thought it’d be fun. For real. I wasn’t just doing it because you asked. Mitch ’n the guys are here too, it’s cool, just…”

“Just, Mitch and the guys aren’t Brick and Butch,” Bubbles said simply.

Boomer sighed. He wanted to rub his eyes, but the last time he did that Robin gave him an earful for ruining the makeup she’d spent so much time perfecting.

“Boomer,” Bubbles said. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to hear me, all right?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey.” She kneeled down so she was looking up at him and held his hands in hers. “I’m serious. Are you listening?”

“I’m listening.”

“Good. I think you’re beautiful.”

He scoffed. “Uh-huh.”

She didn’t laugh at him. Her hand pressed over his heart. “You are the kindest, most compassionate person I know. You care so much about people, even when they don’t always return that kindness. That takes an amazing kind of strength most people aren’t brave enough to have, and I think that’s super hot.”

Boomer stared at her. “C’mon.”

She tugged on his dress and pulled him closer. “I’ve never been more serious.”

He was surprised when she kissed him, heedless of the lipstick that would ruin her own makeup, but he just about lost his mind when she climbed onto his lap and made out with him right there in front of everyone. Harry whistled, and Joey and Mitch laughed and clapped.

“Get some, Queen!” Floyd joked.

“Oh my god,” Buttercup muttered. “I seriously need new friends.”

Breathless, Boomer stared up at his girlfriend as she very, very sexily wiped bright pink lipstick residue from her lips and winked at him. “If your brothers have a problem, they can take it up with me personally. I’m actually pretty hardcore, you know.”

Yes, yes he did know. He swallowed and nodded, speechless.

Blossom came back in, her eyes glued to her clipboard and a headset buzzing on her head. “Okay guys, we’re on! Harry, you’re up first, so go line up. Remember, as flamboyant as possible. This is to make people happy so they want to donate the big bucks.” She looked around the room and smiled sincerely. “You all look fabulous, holy cow.”

“I swear to god, if this doesn’t, like, end with free birth control for all, I’m officially quitting the human race,” Mitch said.

“I like your energy, Mitch. Keep that going out there,” Blossom said. She clapped her hands. “Let’s go, the music’s starting!”

Bubbles helped Boomer up. He ran his thumb over her lip to wipe away some of the lipstick she’d missed. “Well, here I go to my social suicide. Guess there’s worse ways to go that don’t help at-risk women.”

Bubbles grinned. “Your feminism is a big turn on for me right now.”

“…Wait, for real?”

“Boomer, go! Stop staring at Bubbles and get your cute butt out there!” Blossom swooped over and grabbed him by the elbow.

“Wait, Bubbles, for real though?” he called after her.

They’d talked about, you know, going all the way, but only in passing, metaphorically speaking. Could she really mean…???

The spotlight was bright and the music was loud, but Boomer forgot all about his trepidation thinking about Bubbles’ smile, the way she’d kissed him so confidently, and her genuine words. Who cared what Butch and Brick thought? It suddenly seemed so insignificant as he took the stage to a crowd of cheering, screaming people all looking for a fun night out. Joey high-fived him enthusiastically as they passed on the catwalk, and Boomer couldn’t stop himself smiling.

Maybe, doing something to help people wasn’t so bad.

[itsreigns]

Work For It

Sheamus x Reader

Requested by @xfirespritex​

Sheamus meets (Y/N) at an open tryout for WWE and he is really interested but doesn’t make a move or anything. He can’t stop thinking about her. One day he goes to the PC and she’s working out there, because she was given a developmental contract in NXT.

(A/N): This is almost 2k! Damn. Please, let me know what you think. Leave comments, constructive criticism, or more ideas or even if you another part, on my inbox. I’ll definitely appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this fic. If you want to get tagged let me know. (I just deleted this ugh so I have to repost it...)

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With a duffel bag resting on his pale shoulder and the hot Floridian sun beating down on his back, Sheamus made his way to the entrance of the Performance Center. He stopped in his tracks once his eyes landed on you.

Sheamus didn’t recognize you, so you surely were at the PC for the open tryout, and you were… stunning. At least for him, you were.

For a few seconds, he studied you.

You stood there, with your dark brown hair tight in a ponytail, completely caught up in a conversation with another woman. Your big brown eyes sparkled as you laughed at something the woman said.

You were definitely something special, Sheamus thought. He couldn’t quite come up with a specific explanation as to how or why he was completely drawn to this woman… only that he was.

Suddenly, your gaze moved, landing on him, and your eyes met. Sheamus felt like a deer in headlights. He quickly averted his gaze and walked towards the locker room, feeling his face blush.

You shrugged it off. Slightly. Because it somehow caused a twisted feeling on your stomach.

You know Sheamus. Well, not personally, you just know the character he plays. And you love it. Still, you were always curious to know how he is behind the spotlight and the cameras.

You’re very attracted to the man, physically. Not the persona, but the man behind it. The way he wore his hair, down and natural, as it was just now… his beard… the way he just is a simple and laidback guy, wearing comfy clothes and laying low. Yeah, he was your type.

You snap out of your thoughts, suddenly realizing you’ve completely zoned out of the conversation for a couple of seconds.

----

The tryout had gone out pretty well. After the individual presentations, the group was distributed through some of the WWE wrestlers. You and three other girls ended up with Cesaro. So currently, you were just doing a small briefing with him and the girls.

When you’re done, you and Cesaro walk down to the locker room together, the other girls staying behind you, chatting. The walk was quiet, and you were slightly lost in thought. But suddenly, Cesaro’s voice snap you out of it.

“(Y/N), hello? Hey? You in there?” He snaps his long fingers in front of your face, chuckling. You finally face him, your cheeks tinted with a slight blush, worsening when you notice Sheamus standing beside him. “Now that you’re back on Earth, as I was saying, (Y/N), this is Sheamus. Sheamus, this is (Y/N).”

There’s a few seconds of awkward silence. You and Sheamus are both blushing, fidgeting nervously, as Cesaro looks between the both of you, wondering what the hell is going on.

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you… (Y/N).” Sheamus finally says, his voice rougher than what you were used to from TV, and Jesus Christ, the way he said your name… his goddamn accent.

Your heart is beating madly in your chest, and you could swear your legs turned to jelly.

“I- Hm, it’s nice to meet you too.” You mumble, feeling your face hot as a tomato.

The awkward silence turned into uncomfortable, and Cesaro really didn’t understand what was going on, but he definitely intended on asking Sheamus about it.

“Oookay.” Cesaro exhales deeply. “We’ll talk soon, (Y/N). See ya.”

“See ya.” You reply, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your gaze locked with Sheamus’ briefly, before they head to the locker room, leaving you in the middle of the hall, heart and mind racing, watching them walk away.

----

Fifteen minutes later, in the men’s locker room…

“Man, what the hell was that all about?” Cesaro shoots, as Sheamus dried himself off, after taking a shower.

Sheamus stops his motions to face him. “That what?” He shrugs it off.

“You know what. Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not playing dumb. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Cesaro looks at him, well-knowingly that he’s hiding something from him. “Ok, fine. I guess you’ll tell me about her when you’re ready.”

Sheamus briefly glances at Cesaro, but didn’t say anything else.

A month after that day, Cesaro was definitely proven right. As he knew he would.

“I knew it. I so knew it.”

“Stop, man.” Sheamus pleads, maintaining his attention on packing his suitcase.

“Nope. Not until you tell me all about it.” He grins, sitting at the bottom of the bed, looking down at Sheamus, who’s sitting at the carpet, packing his stuff.

“There’s nothing to tell, brother… I just liked her.” He shrugs, taking a second to look at Cesaro.

“Pfff… you just liked her? Really? That’s all you’re going to say?” Cesaro shakes his head in disbelief. “Man, I know what I saw. You were nervous as fuck back then, all blushing… You didn’t just like her.”

“Gah, Jesus Christ! I don’t know either, man!” Sheamus shoots, finally placing his whole attention on the conversation. “I just saw her and… I don’t know. There was something about her. I can’t explain… I just feel it. And I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“That’s so romantic.” Cesaro smiles widely, in a lovey-dovey manner.

“See? This is why I didn’t want to tell you.” Sheamus scoffs, both sad and angry.

“I was kidding, man… I think that was a sign. Stuff happens for a reason. Fate. Destiny.” He says, standing up and patting his back. “You should ask her out. See where it goes.”

“That’s if she wants anything to do with me… I mean, she’s like what… 30? And I’m close to be an old fucker…” He mumbles, as Cesaro frowns after hearing his buddy putting himself down this way. “She deserves better. She probably wants better.”

“Are you fucking stupid, man? Didn’t you see that she looked exactly like you did when you two met? Jeez, you gotta be blind.”

“Don’t bother… I’m not going to see her again anyway, so…”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Cesaro mutters, but Sheamus catches up on what he says.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, nothing. Just talking to myself.”

Sheamus was still suspicious with what his friend had said, but decided to ignore it. He knows that the odds of running into you again are very low.

----

It’s been two months since your awkward encounter. During this time, you’ve gotten yourself a brand new WWE contract, and you couldn’t be happier. It’s a developmental contract in NXT, so you spent a lot of time working out and training at the PC lately.

Not many people know yet. You only told your family, Cesaro, and a couple of friends from the roster. You didn’t want to make a big buzz about it. You’re still in training and working on your character, so you want to work your ass off and let things flow. That way, when you debut, it’ll be a complete surprise.

Today, you thought it would just another day in the PC. But soon after arriving, you were proven wrong.

You’re doing some weights when you start feeling observed. So you stop your motions, and look behind you.

Only to find Sheamus in the exact same spot, with the exact same look on his face, just like two months ago. Surprisingly though, after a couple of seconds, and after an awkward stare down, he walks up to you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks somewhat nervously.

“Uh… hello to you too.” You mumble, gazing down at your feet. “I’m working out…”

“Yeah, I noticed… but why here?” You can tell he had absolutely no clue you’d be here. He looks distressed, nervous, but a lot surprised too. Maybe he secretly hates you. It sure does look like it.

“I, uh… I got a developmental contract, so yeah, I’m working out here.”

“Wait, you were hired?”

“Yep.”

“That son of a bitch…” He mutters, thinking about Cesaro and how he never mentioned you getting a contract, and also how he tricked him into going to the PC because it’d be  a ‘calmer place’. Unfortunately, you can’t quite figure out what he said. “Well, congratulations.” He adds, simply.

“Thanks…” You sigh. Then, you try to contain yourself but you just couldn’t. “I’m sorry if I bother you. You don’t have to put up with me. I’ll just stay over here, quiet in my corner.”

Sheamus mentally punched himself in the face a thousand times when those words left your lips.

“You don’t bother me. I mean, you do. But not bother bother, you know. Well, uh, I-” He’s rambling, but stops for a few seconds to gather his thoughts when he sees your brows furrowed in confusion. “You do bother me, but in a different way… a good one.”

“Is there a good way to bother someone?”

For the first time, he looked at you right in the eye.

You honestly don’t know how long you stood there just looking at each other… just taking each other in properly. It’s Sheamus’ voice in a smooth, gentle tone that snaps you out of it.

“Shit, she really is beautiful.” He whispers, but you knew you weren’t meant to hear it.

“W-what?”

“Fuck. I said that shit out loud, didn’t I?” You nod, as you notice the blush creeping up his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I mean, you are beautiful. At least I think you are beautiful. I just didn’t mean to say it out loud, you know, because it’s probably creepy that I just said that to you and-“

“Hey, stop.” You place the palm of your hand over chest as you speak. “It’s ok.” He somehow looked more relaxed after that small gesture. “I appreciated it, thank you. And for the record, I think you’re beautiful too.”

“Ha, beautiful. That’s the first time I’m hearing that one. Well, second, but my mom doesn’t count.” He jokes, followed by a genuine, light chuckle.

“Maybe you haven’t heard it, but it’s still true.” You smile gently, watching as his face grew serious. He looked intently at you, as if studying you, your features.

“Would you like to… I don’t know, grab some coffee with me?” He offers, scratching the back of his neck, nervously. “Only if you want, of course. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I understand, it’s-“

“I’d love to.” You cut his rambles off once again, smiling widely.

“Really?” His face was still serious, and it genuinely broke your heart to see that he actually doubted that you’d agree to go out with him so easily.

“Really. I’d absolutely love it.”

“Ok, then… we’re set.”

“I’ll give you my number, so we can arrange the time and place.”

The smile on his face is so genuine and wide, it made your heart flutter in your chest. You watched as he typed his number down on your phone. He looked lighter, happier. You don’t know why, but something about him told you that this man would be a very big part of your life.

You texted Sheamus that night, you just couldn’t stop yourself. And he replied. So sweetly.

It’s been almost a month since that day, and you’ve texted back and forth every day, and about everything. You’ve became really close. But that coffee date hasn’t happened yet.

But tonight... tonight, the text you were longing for, finally arrives.

“Tomorrow, coffee? I’ll pick you up at 8.”

PART 2???? Also, wanna get tagged? Let me know.

[my-only-angelle]

~CTH~ imagine based on the song ‘it’s never the right time to say goodbye.’ by Chris Brown.

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Words: IDFK

Request: nope. but it is a repost. it was originally on my rogue-rebelle blog before it got deleted.

How can he tell her that the love he once had for her that burned so passionately was now fleeting? How could he tell the girl that he once saw living the rest of his life with that he can barely hold a conversation with her let alone plan out their future. I guess it’s never really the right time to break someone’s heart.

How did I let it get this far? After all these years with her. I know it's hard but I've gotta do it. I can't keep lying to her. How can you tell the woman you've dedicated six years of your life to, that you don't love her anymore? How am I supposed to tell her, I know it'll break her heart but it would be better than to let her believe that I still love her the way I used to.... It's now... Or never.

"Um, Y/N? Can we talk for a minute?" I mutter as I walk into our shared room, feeling every footstep like a heavy weight being added to my heart.

"Yeah sure cal, what's up?" She smiles up at me as she closes her laptop. I walk closer to her as I feel my mouth get dry, and my heart tells me 'it's for the best Calum...'

"I uh- we need to-"

I stammer as everything I had planned on saying just flew out of my mind. "Hey, hey cal.-" she tries, her attempt at calming me only making my heart heavier. "-Whatever It is its okay. Just take a breath and then let it out, okay?"

She says as she comes close to me and rubs my arms. God dammit.... Just- just tell her calum. She deserves the truth. I sigh with a shaky breath as a take her hands from my arms and remove them, holding them down to her legs.

"Alright... There are some things I need to get off my chest. But let me start by saying I love you okay? And I swear you'll understand when I'm finished-" "What's going on cal? You're scaring me. Did you eat my pizza that was in the fridge? If you did it's okay, I figured it'd either be you or Michael anywa-" she rambles on as she is still trying to calm me down or rather calm herself down. Her hands once again moving up to rubs circles around my neck, they way Se always did when I was nervous. I'll miss that..

"Please! Please, just let me finish okay? I love you Y/N, and a part of me always will. But I can't keep lying to you... I gotta make the first move here Because if I don't you're gonna start hating me...

I'm so sorry Y/N, but I don't feel the same way I used to feel about you.." I say as she takes her hands away from mine that was previously holding them. "W-what?" She whispers as I see her eyes start to water.  

"I'm so sorry Y/N, it's been killing me by keeping it to myself for months-""MONTHS?! MONTHS CALUM? How long have you been faking it?? How long have you not loved me calum??" She yelled as she got up from the bed to stand away from me.

"Is this why you've been so distant lately? W-why you haven't even looked me in the eye when I say I love you?" "Baby liste-" "No. NO! You don't get to call me that anymore!" "I-I'm sorry Y/N, I never meant t-" "NEVER MEANT TO WHAT?? Never meant to crush my entire world? Never meant to string me along for months? Never meant to break my heart so bad that the neighbors could hear it break for miles? Never meant to stop loving me or never meant to fall for me in the first place??" She fumed as she started to pace around ou- her room.

"I'm so sorry Y/N... But I truly never meant to hurt you, and I never thought I'd see the day we grew apart. But things haven't been the same since I left for tour, we would talk less and less every day until we would text maybe once every two weeks. And then when I got home things just didn't feel right... I can't say how sorry I am for being the reason for your tears, I just-" "Is there someone else?" She cuts me off catching me off guard.

"Wha-..What? No! No, I wouldn't do that Y/N. You know that.." "No, I don't! I don't know anything anymore! a few moments ago I thought I had a loving boyfriend who loved me but now I have nothing. I don't even have a reason to hate you... And I really REALLY want to..." She says as she clenches and Unclenches her fists letting her tears fall as I start to feel my own build up in my eyes. She wants to hate me? I knew this would be bad... But I could never hate her or stop caring for her... I just don't love her like I used to. I started backing up until I hit the desk chair and fell down into it. Fully letting the fact that she wants to hate me sink in as I feel hot tears fall down my face, my mouth hanging open slightly. She is facing away from me as I hear her sobs echo throughout this now a seemingly tiny room that we used to share. "Just- just lie to me... Lie to me one more time... Tell me that there's someone else, tell me that you never loved me... Let me have this... Let me have a reason to get over you quicker...." She whispers as she stumbles over and sits on her side of the bed. I can barely see her through the tears clouding my vision, maybe she did need to hate me... If that's what will help her move on... That's the least I can do for her if it's the last thing I ever do for her.

"There's- there's someone else..." I whisper as I hang my head and feel my heart break from the words I'm saying. I hear her give one loud sob as she holds herself and looks away from me. "Just leave calum... Just go away."

I go to our- her closet and grab what I can and put it in my suitcase that was still by the door left over from my return from tour. I zipped up what I had and managed to sneak in a photo we took on our one year anniversary. I went to open the door to leave the girl I was supposed to grow old with to cry herself to sleep. I look back one last time

"I'm so sorry Y/n... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner..." "well, I guess there's just never a right time to say goodbye is there?" She says as she lifts her head up still looking away from me. I take a moment to collect myself and then turn to leave the place I once called home... The place where I just broke a beautiful girl.

.....Did I really make the right decision?

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So this one is a repost because I accidentally deleted my main blog that had all my writing on there. Feedback is always appreciated and requests are open. I'll be posting more of my deleted content over the next month :)

[a-simple-imagine]

Mind Games - Pt. 5

Requested by me: You’re having a hard time being bad and J is getting fed up. So in an attempt to be more like J and Harley you make a deal.

Pairing: The Joker x Reader x Harley (poly)

A/N - This accidentally got deleted so i’m just reposting. The ending is intention by the way, it’s not incomplete.

 WARNINGS - Sexual references, guns, death, drowning, stockholm syndrome, and daddy kink…I think that’s it?

// PREV

"Just pull the fucking trigger." J shouted from across the room. My grip tightened around the gun. A gun that was designed specifically for me. It matched Harley's but it was still mine. I held it to a man's forehead. Tears streamed down his pink tinted cheeks. Would this ever get easier? With each passing day I wondered if I'd be able to do it without hesitation. I could tell J was getting more annoyed but it was hard. To simply take someone's life away.

"Harley go and get her!" He demanded.

"Sure thing mistah J." And with that she cartwheeled over to me.

"You could have just walked..." he sighed before disappearing through the doorway.

"Y/N." Harley called pressing up against me from behind. Her arm snaking down mine, placing her hand on top of my hand. Then she applied pressure to my trigger finger.

Bang.

The body fell backwards to the floor.

"See easy as pie." She giggled. "Now come on, we gotta go."

I was dragged across the room but I couldn't help but look back. I didn't even technically do it and I felt bad. We eventually met J leaning against his van in a nearby alleyway. Frost next to him. They both stared as we walked closer. I watched the clown's blue eyes descend to my hand that was firmly in Harley's. She immediately let go. He rose to his feet entirely. Circling me once. "I'm getting real tired of this."

"Tired of what?" I asked, regretting it. He leaned in close, a soft growl leaving those crimson lips of his. And not his normal growl, I've heard him growl a variety of times each with a different situation. But this one was predatory, there was something scary about it. I backed up slightly, almost tripping over my own feet but he just followed till I was firmly against the wall. I glanced towards Harley, whose head was rested upon Frost's shoulder. They both stood watching.

"This. How many times will it take before you can kill without Harley's help huh? You're already a murderer, embrace it." His eyes were dark and he slowly reached up. His hand wrapped around my neck, each digit adding a different amount of pressure. "Look it can be fun."

His grip tightened and I felt my airways slowly become obstructed. My initial reaction was to try and push him away. My hands grabbed his arm trying to push back but he wasn't letting up. I tried kicking him but that was no use either. I didn't have the strength. I was pinned against a wall, he pulled me upwards and I cooperated by raising to my tiptoes. "Watching your victim squirm. The life slowly draining from their eyes. Seeing their final breath."

He was smiling but that wouldn't be unusual. "See. Fun."

Letting go, I dropped to the floor my body now starved for oxygen. My breathing was heavy. "I don't know how long I can keep putting up with you if you're so useless."

He knelt down, his finger finding it was under my chin. He pulled it up to look at him and I swallowed hard. Scared to say anything and not entirely sure I could if I wanted to. His expression had changed however, he no longer looked angry more, sympathetic. "Be careful doll, I know how easy you are to break."

Was he talking figuratively or? He got in the front, a henchmen starting the engine. I followed Harley around the back.

"You okay?" She asked as the van roared to life and began its journey.

I nodded now rubbing my neck. That was gonna leave a bruise. I was biting back tears not wanting them to see me cry. Although technically Harley had already seen it happen, it was dark so it hadn't mattered as much.

"I know he can be a little rough sometimes but-"

"You don't have to defend him, Harley. It's okay."

She gave a solemn sigh. Harley hugging me from the side. Our relationship was twisted. It was dark. I knew what I was getting into the moment I agreed to help my torturers. I hadn't quite expected to develop feeling but the heart wants, what it wants. However, recently J was....rougher - not that he was necessarily softer but still. I looked around the array of faces in the back with us. They all looked miserable. Apart from Harley who was looked to be bopping to music that wasn't even playing. A smile was on her lips though so at least she was having fun. I remained silent the rest of the way. I couldn't tell what made me feel worse the fact I just killed another man or the fact J was so annoyed with me he decided to strangle me. Both hurt - one more physically - it was still a tough call. Arriving back at the compound, I followed Harley who was more than happy to let me hold onto her hand and walk behind. She was sweet no matter the situation, probably because she knew the struggle of loving a madman. Entering the building Harley led me upstairs and pushed me gently against a bed. She lay down next to me. The joker seemingly going off to do some work.

"You're not upset are you?"

"No, don't be silly. I love being called useless." I rolled my eyes, turning to lie on my side

"Don't let that get to ya, I've been called worse. He's just grumpy."

"I guess, I don't know."

Her hand was placed over mine and she turned onto her side to face me. We lay in silence for a while. My mind wondering about the events before while also curious as to what the other girl was thinking about. She's never this quiet. I caught her gaze as a smirk spread across her lips. And before I knew it our lips were together. It was a slow and tender kiss. Carefree almost. I loved that about her. She never seemed to worry about consequences. This was all like a game to her and I envied that. How did she go from a simple psychiatrist to a murderous thief without a care in the world. I was in the same position. I'd gone from one side to the other but what was different? What took away the last of her sanity and conscious. That's when it hit me. J went mad after falling. Harley jumped in for him. I was missing the sacrifice of sanity. The chemical "wedding."

"Earth to Y/N, Mistah J wants us." Harley proclaimed, poking me repeatedly in the side.

"Stop it." I squirmed causing Harley to giggle. She took ahold of my hand, yanking on me like a rag doll.

"Get you're useless ass up. Now." Harley let go and I fell down. The words making me sit up sharply. That wasn't Harley. The Joker stood in the doorway. The expression on his face unamused. "I have a job for you."

"Thought I was useless."  I remarked, my brows furrowing.

"This is so simple not even you could screw it up." He replied, walking closer. He towered over me and so I rose to my feet.

"What is it?"

"I want you, my dear to go collect a few crates for me. Nothing too hard." I shrugged.

"That's it?"

"Yes. There shouldn't be anyone there so I imagine you'll be okay."

"Okay. On one condition." I didn't know how he would respond so my breath was shaky. His eyes narrowed for a moment before nodding. I took that as a hint to continue.

"I want what you guys have."

I tried to glance at Harley but I was stopped and forced to keep my gaze on him. His fingers pressing into my skin.

"What we have?"

"I want the madness. I want to take the dive." I didn't know what to say it. Chemical wedding didn't seem like the best way to word it. He wasn't exactly the marrying type. "I want ...to be like you."

His touch softened and I met his blue eyes. He leaned in stopping just as our lips almost met, instead pulling back and lingering. "You want this?"

I nodded, a whimper leaving my lips. He seemingly smirked, planting his red lips onto mine. I savoured the moment. He may have hurt me but there was something that just made me melt at his sensual touch. Every time.

"Hey I want in." Harley called. The joker pulled back.

"Do as I say and I'll give you what you want my little princess."

The female clown's hands slipped around my waist. "Can I take Harley along?"

His head shook slowly. "I have a different task for her, now run along."

I slipped out of Harley's grip and headed off to pick up J's packages.

I was text the details and the task itself was easy. He hadn't lied when he suggested the building was pretty much empty apart from the contact I was collecting from. My mind was set on J's agreement to the chemical wedding, at least I hoped he get what I was laying down. It's hard to tell with him. He's cryptic to say the least. I took the crates back with some help from a member of J's gang. I've never had the pleasure of commanding them like Harley or the Mistah J so our connection wasn't as bad. As I stepped through the door I was met by an all too cheerful Harley.

"You're back!" She jumped on me excitedly. "How did it go?"

"I'm a big girl Harl, I can go pick up some boxes." I rolled my eyes.

"Did you open them?" She cocked a brow, a playful smirk on her lips.

"No, I learnt my lesson last time." He was already mad best not to make it worse. I wasn't really curious this time. "Where is J?"

"Busy." She said with a firm nod. I sighed.

"Like always."

"That's what happens when you're the Joker, sweetie."

"I guess." I shrugged.

I walked off, thinking of what to do to distract myself while I waited to speak to him. It wasn't long before Harley followed. We ended up watching Cartoons at the other's request. I had no issue. I enjoyed them too if I was being honest but there was a new episode of Scandal I was just dying to watch.

"Were you serious?" Harley asked. I looked towards her but she was still watching the screen.

"Huh?"

"Before. You said you want to be like us. I've been thinking about what that could mean since you're already like us." She replied finally turning her attention to me.  "I mean apart from-"

"Yes." I interrupted.

She kept her eyes on me for a moment before turning back to the television. I went back to watching too. A silence came between us, the only sound in the the room being the theme song of the show.

"Why?" She abruptly asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do you wanna be like us? I love you how you are."

I took a moment to think about my answer. Why did I want this? Just so I could murder people easily? Or was it something more? What was compelling me to want to get rid of the little sanity I have? Was it the nightmares that haunted me? I shrugged. "J doesn't..."

Harley sighed. "Yes he does, he's just not great at showing it."

"No he doesn't. He's getting sick of me and... I'm not sure I can make it up to him. I'm never gonna be able to shoot people without hesitation or stop having nightmares unless I do this." I argued.

"I don't want you to change."

"Why does it even matter to you? I'm still gonna be me, Harl just hopefully with a little less of a conscious." I explained.

"You won't be the same Y/N." The girl pouted, she slipped down and rested her head on my lap. Looking up at me with a sad smile.

"I promise you, I will."

"Don't lie to me, I know you won't. I like you being a pussy. I like that you value people's lives and want to do good but choose to do wrong. You have a kind heart miss Y/L/N." she tapped me gently on the nose.

"I'm sorry Harl but I really want this. Just think of it as my dedication to you. I love you and J a lot."

"I know you do puddin. I love you too but I'm just worried this will change you for the worst."

I smiled as a whistle drifted to my ears. Sometimes I wonder if he thought we were dogs. "Guess he's finally done."

"Yay!" Harley practically leapt up off the sofa. I followed her lead up to the Joker. He sat in a chair behind a desk. His feet  up on the mahogany. He didn't look happy.

"I don't want you both. Harley. Out."

A groan left the girl but she did as she was told. Skipping out with a smile on her face. I watched as she left now a little worried.

"Uh...you called?"

"I did. I see you can follow basic orders."

I didn't know what to say and so I just waited for him to continue. Dropping his legs down, he rose from his seat.

"Will you do something else for me," he began as he made his way closer to me. "My dear?"

"Of course, anything."

He chuckled. "Oh you wouldn't do anything now would you. Taking a life seems difficult for you."

"I know, that why I want to...y'know." I dropped my gaze, sort of ashamed of my words."

"Say it."

I shook my head.

"Say it. Say it. Say...it. Tell daddy what you want."

"I want to fall into the chemicals like you did." I replied.

"I never fell, 'twas pushed." He declared, turning his back to me.

"Fine. Like Harley."

"I won't deny you such a thing but I'm not sure you deserve it."

I remained silent though I imagined he wanted me to more than likely beg for it. I just stared at his back. There was a knock at the door and J turned sharply.

"Go away Harley."

The door pushed open, it was frost.

"Boss, we got a problem."

He walked over to the clown, whispering something in his ear. J's grimace became a bright smile. Almost menacing. They continued to whisper between themselves as I watched on awkwardly. Frost walked out and J went to follow him, stopping abrupt before the door.

"Come."

"Where are we going?" I asked

"To work, go grab Harley and wear something pretty."

He exited and I went off to fetch the other girl. I was never really sure what he meant by work but I was, however, relieved when we pulled up outside one of his clubs. This was one of the jobs I oddly didn't mind doing. Dancing in his clubs. Entering the building, I sat down at the edge of an empty podium. It was pretty busy tonight. I caught J in the corner of my eye going off into the back, I was about to follow him when Harley appeared.

"What did J want before?"

"Nosey aren't we?"

The girl shrugged.

"He just asked about what I wanted. Said I don't deserve it." I kicked my feet out in a steady rhythm that matched the music.

"Well thats good, now you don't have to go through with it."

I sighed. "Harley, don't start that again."

"But-"

"I don't see what you're not getting. I want this Harley, stop trying to convince me otherwise."

I knew she wanted to say something but that I'd just get angrier if she did.

"Do whatever you want, Y/N." she eventually replied with what looked like a sad expression. I felt bad but I wasn't arguing with her again. I get that she likes me this way but I don't. J doesn't either and that needed to change. I no longer felt like working so l just sat looking over the crowd of happy faces. Watching strangers dance. Oblivious to the world around them. Frost suddenly came and got me, taking me into the back room. Inside was J, a few of his henchmen, Frost and a guy I didn't know. I wondered where Harley was. The Joker sat on the unknowns lap, rising as he noticed my presence. He approached me, pulling me forward. I looked down at the male in the chair. He seemed scared, worried. I felt cold metal placed against my palm. I dropped it. And a grunt came from J. He bent down and retrieved the gun.

"Kill him."

"Why?" I asked, backing up slightly.

"He betrayed me. He dies. And I want you to do it without Harley."

I should have guessed this was where it was going. I shook my head.

"I-I can't, you know I can't."

"You can and you will, or there's the door doll."

He held the handgun out and I slowly took ahold. I stared at it in disbelief. I still wasn't convinced I could do this but I was more surprised that I was considering it. Would he really get rid of me so easily? I didn't want that. I don't think I could go back to what it was like before. Without him or Harley. I held the gun up and pressed it to the man's right temple. I closed my eyes and tried so hard to pull the trigger but it just didn't seem to go off. A chill spilled down my spine as I felt his breathe on my neck. He whispered in my ear.

"Do it and I'll grant your wish. No questions asked"

I gritted my teeth. It was just one guy right? Only it wasn't there would always be another. And another. And another. I'd always be on the wrong side of this fight. unless I returned to Batman but as my nightmares continue to plague me, I know that's not what my heart wants. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Tears making their way down my cheeks. I don't know why I was crying. For him or me? I tightened my trigger finger, the blast ringing in my ears. I felt both guilt as well as relief. I finally did it. I did it without Harley.

"Yay Y/N, oh my god I'm so proud of you."

My shot eyes opened as Harley jumped on me from behind, planting a kiss on my cheek and I instantly dropped the weapon. The girl hung on to me with all her might as I looked down at myself. Blood splatter on my clothes. I couldn't comprehend it. I looked towards my love. He made me do it. It was all for him so I could feel...wanted. Loved. I let out a shaky breathe as Harley finally let go and J caressed my cheek.

"D-do I deserve it now?" I asked softly, not sure I actually wanted the answer.

"Your wish is my command." He let his hand slip down, trailing his forefinger over my neck.

"....really?"

"If it's what you want then it will be my pleasure." He bowed before me and I frowned before my lips slowly curled into a smile as he left. I didn't even care if he was being weird, he was giving me what I wanted. Not that he normally denied me. He gave me the world when it was on his terms to do what he wanted but this was actually for me. I almost forgot that I just killed someone for this honour.

"Guess we got a wedding to plan." Harley winked, a giggle following. I laughed along, glad she wasn't upset. Planting yet another kiss on my cheek, Harley ran off back into the clubs and I ran after her. A smile on my lips. I was looking forward to the future now.

Everyday that went past made me long for  the day I would get what I wanted but when it came I was more nervous than anything. This no longer seemed worth it. I'd gotten better at ignoring the voices in my head telling me no. I'd gotten used to the sound of my own gun firing. As the three of us stood on the metal platform that over looked vats of chemicals I wanted to run. I stood at the edge looking down. I wondered how a place like this was still open. It looked rundown and yet steam rose from the chemicals below. What if I couldn't get out? Would they help or leave me? I kept my eyes locked on the bubbling liquid.

"Whatcha ya doin?" My heart raced as her hands slapped onto my shoulders.

"Don't do that."

"Sorry pumpkin, did I scare you?" Her all too familiar laugh filled my ears. My head shook.

"No don't be silly, I'm-I'm not scared."

"You sound scared."

"I'm not scared." I stated firmly.

The clown giggled "pussy."

I was about to argue back when I heard my name leave the clown prince's lips.

"Do you remember when you told Harley you loved her?"

"I do." Harley added

"Nobody asked you." He shouted his demeanour changing as he looked back to me. I nodded.

"And what did you tell me?"

"That I also loved you...?" I questioned. Clearly wasn't the answer he wanted since he just stared at me.

"Anything else?"

"Uh..."

The man shook his head. "I'll take that as a no." He groaned. I raised my shoulders in a shrug.

"You made a promise. An oath, shall we say. One Harley made at this very spot." He emphasised the 't' and I glanced to Harl. She gave me a firm nod.

"Right...and?"

"This is like the ultimate sacrifice. There is no backing out now." Harley commented

"You've done a lot for me Y/N, despite your best interest. You could have left at any point but you stayed. You gave up your power..." he was surprisingly close to me. "Now to make the final leap. Make it officially shall we say. I doubt Batsy will want you back after this."

I opened my mouth to say something but remained silent. What would Batman think of this whole situation? He wouldn't approve surely. But would he never want me back? What if one day I came to my senses and decided this life was wrong with me? I feel like J would recreate my nightmares if that happened. I turned away from the joker. I was no longer sure about this.

"You asked for this." He stated from behind. I looked towards him with a frown.

"I know."

"And yet you're scared." He chuckled. Harley giggled too. I looked between both of them, unsure of what to say. I was scared but didn't want to admit it. "What is it that you fear, my dear?"

"I don't know but it doesn't matter. Can we just get this over with?"

He signalled to the edge with a smile on his lips. I took a deep breath. I could do this....right? I walked over and stood so that my feet were hanging just over the edge. Harley took ahold of my hand. "Want me to jump too?"

I shook my head. I couldn't keep relying on Harley. Hopefully after this I won't have to. I let go of her but still couldn't bring myself to move. "Thought you didn't want me to do this?"

"Oh right. Don't do it."

"You don't sound very convincing." I cocked a brow.

"Will you hurry up, I haven't got all day." Joker shouted. Clapping his hands rapidly. I closed my eyes, waiting for me to do it. I wanted this so why weren't my legs cooperating? I knew this would be good for me. I'd finally be the girl J wanted, maybe even liked.

"I-I don't think...I can do this." I said softly, looking down.

"Oh Y/N. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Too late for that."

I backed up until I hit Something. It was the clown himself. His arms wrapped around me and despite the situation I felt somewhat comforted. His grip was tight. "You're not backing out are you? Giving up on what we have."

"No I just don't want to jump. I'm not exactly running off back to batman." I argued.

"Do you trust me, Y/N?" He said as he began walking me forward. He stopped at the edge but didn't loosen his grip.

"Yes." I nodded, placing my hands over his. This was nice. I never wanted to leave this embrace. I did trust him, a lot. It was strange how much faith I put into this mad man. It wasn't even like he gave me a reason to.

"And that, my little princess..." his voice trailed off into barely a whisper. "is where your fault lies."

I was no longer in his arms. I was falling. Harley waved at me but J just walked away from the edge. He'd threw me off without a second thought. I watched as Harley became smaller and smaller, fearing the moment I would hit the liquid. It was later than expected. My body suddenly felt lighter but also on fire. A sharp stinging pain became evident in both my eyes. I closed them tight. The chemicals were thicker than expected. Sinking deep and deeper, it took me a moment to realise I had to get myself out of this. But I no longer felt like I could move, the pain of the chemicals bleaching my skin was overwhelming. I was running out of oxygen so naturally my mouth opened to take in more, the yellowy/green liquid rushing in to fill the space. It hurt like hell. When I gave myself the moment to think, instead of focusing on my impending death, I thought of when J had strangled me a while back. It wasn't the most violent I'd seen him but directed towards me it was arguably one of the worst. It wasn't like having a knife pressed to my skin or a gun pointed at my head. The threat had felt more real. Like he really didn't care. I can't believe that's where my mind when I was drowning. They say your life is supposed to flash before your eyes when you're dying and that wasn't happening, so maybe this wasn't the end. Each burning second that passed by felt like forever. It wasn't quick like I'd imagined. Seemed like time had slowed just for me. I wondered if J would send Harley to come rescue me like he had all those other times or was this a way to get rid of me? I opened my eyes to try and focus on getting back to the top - not like closing them had helped much anyway - but I was too weak. Guess The Joker was right in calling me useless. My vision blared amongst the liquid, as I felt myself beginning to drift. My hands clawing for something to grip but having no success. Eventually I had to give up and accept that this was-

// NEXT

[sylvaetria]

So, I have decided, because I hit 20k (and over) recently…

I will be opening up sigil requests soon!

Sigil requests will be open every Saturday and Sunday. I am in the Eastern Time Zone (UTC-05:00), so please keep that in mind when sending in requests. 

I have decided to put a limit on the sigils I do, of 15 per day - I will take 15 requests on Saturday, and 15 on Sunday, for a total of 30 sigils to be drawn and posted during the week. When I have reached the 15 requests for the day, the requests will be closed again, and any requests gotten afterwards will need to be resent the next time requests are open. I will let people know if their request made it in time or not, as well as make a list of the sigil requests that were accepted and will be done.

I reserve the right to change the times and days I do decide to take sigil requests.

With that being said, here are the rules. (It’s sad that I need rules tbh, but I do, so here are the rules.)

I will make a post announcing when I will be accepting requests, and also when my ask box is closed to requests. The description in my blog will change to reflect this, and the message in my ask box as well. Please respect my wishes on this; if an ask gets sent in with a sigil request when I am not taking them, it will be deleted.

I will not accept “when you open requests again, can I have a sigil for [intent]” messages. Requests are open when they’re open - I won’t be pre-booking slots for sigils. Any of these messages will also be deleted.

Please only send requests via ask - not through the messenger.

Only one statement of intent / sigil request per ask.

I reserve the right to turn down any request I am not comfortable filling out. I hope that needs no explaining, and I dearly hope you guys can respect and understand that. I may not necessarily respond to those requests, particularly if they are on anon, because I don’t want to spam the dashboard or possibly trigger anyone.

If a request goes against the list of sigils I am not comfortable making, it will be deleted outright. Please see under the “read more” cut at the bottom of this post for the list of sigils I will not accept requests for - trigger warning for multiple sensitive topics.

If I have already created a sigil with the exact same or similar intent, I may redirect you to that sigil so it may help you. If it does not suit your tastes, please let me know and I can make you a new one - this option will only be available to those not anon, so I can remember the username and if they made it within the limit for sigils.

Please specify if you want your URL to be kept *private.* Everything will be posted publicly on my blog regardless, but if you wish your URL to be kept off the post, it will say “requested by anonymous” versus “requested by [blog name].” 

I will fill out the requests when I have the time. Due to life and other things, I cannot guarantee how soon or quickly they will get posted, but I will do my best to finish them with speed while also retaining quality.

I will not be responding to any “where’s my thing?” messages. Period. I am offering this free service to you guys, on my down time. Please be patient. If it is an emergency, I suggest you try elsewhere, or seek mundane methods to help you.

The sigils I post will not be pre-charged. You gotta do that part on your own, because I would just be flat broke for energy if I did that.

I can make no guarantee that a sigil I post will work for you. Different things in magic work for different people, after all. If a sigil I created for you doesn’t work, we can always try again later. (Depending on energy levels / how many requests I have, I reserve right to postpone a rewrite or even turn it down if I just don’t have the time or energy.)

I am not responsible for the results, or lack-thereof, of my sigils, and I cannot be held accountable for anything that happens as a result of using my sigils. You choose to utilize anything I post of your own free will, and as such the responsibility for dealing with the consequences of your own actions falls on you and not me.

Feel free to write any filled requests down in your personal Book of Shadows / grimoire, but please no reposts of my stuff. If you wish to show off your grimoire, or my sigils in use, please link the sigil you are sharing and credit me in the post.

I reserve the right to change these rules whenever they need changing.

I also reserve the right to close requests permanently / indefinitely if people are not respecting my wishes and boundaries. Again, this is a free service I am offering, I do not feel that asking for some understanding on certain limitations is too much to ask.

The sigil requests I will not accept are under the “read more” cut for possible triggers.

I will not accept requests for…

name sigils

sigils regarding the zodiac signs (i.e. Virgo, Libra, Sagittarius, etc.)

sigils to manipulate a specific person to love you

sigils to manipulate any specific people for any reason

sigils for people that are not you in general; all my sigils are created with “I” statements, and are designed to work only for the person directly using them

sigils regarding pregnancy, in any way

sigils for any health matters

sigils to assist with relationships with deities

sigils regarding legal matters

sigils regarding abuse

curse sigils