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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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oh, don’t stress if you can’t get to this ask it’s okay!

i was thinking that cowboy sevika would definitely say that “save a horse, ride a cowboy” phrase to her girlfriend. as dumb as it sounds i feel like she would also tell her to “giddy up”, and no matter how many times she tells her to take it off because it “looks stupid”, sevika would keep her cowboy hat on while her gf rides her 😭

her girlfriend would try to be mad at sevika for acting so childish and unserious during it, but would actually be holding back a smile because she loves her sev so much

oh, i absolutely adore this omg

men and minors dni

sevika finds you in the side garden, weeding and pruning. she wolf whistles at the sight of you bent over, and you snap up, glaring at her. she chuckles.

"hey darlin'." she drawls as she approaches you, a horny glint in her eye. you chuckle as she slings arms around your waist.

"what do you want?" you ask, already knowing what your wife's tracked you down for.

"the girls took shimmer out for a ride..." sevika says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she grins. "so we got an hour before we get interrupted by the little shits."

you giggle, flicking at the rim of her cowboy hat, then leaning in to kiss her. she hums against your lips.

"well, whaddya suppose we do with that hour?" you ask, teasingly. sevika grins.

"i was thinkin' i could give you some more ridin' lessons." she suggests with a waggle of her eyebrows. you giggle, and then, sevika's dragging you inside, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

in a flash she's got the both of you naked, sans her strap and cowboy hat. you're perched on her lap where she's sprawled out on the bed, in a tussle with her as you fight to get the hat off her head.

"quit squirmin'!" you complain as you make another grab for the hat. sevika laughs.

"the hat's stayin' on, darlin', what kinda cowboy'd i be without my hat on?" she asks. you roll your eyes and relent, sitting back on her legs with a playful glare.

sevika smacks your ass and you jump. "get to ridin' cowgirl." she says with a smirk. you groan and roll your eyes again.

"you're so fuckin' corny." you groan. nevertheless, you sit up on your knees and guide sevika's strap inside you. you both gasp as it breaches your hole, and sevika shivers as she watches you slowly sink down on it, adjusting to the stretch. you sigh in pleasure.

"feel good?" she asks, her hands drawing circles in your hips. you hum and nod. "fuck, you're sexy." she whispers from beneath you. you huff a laugh and lean down to kiss her.

"wish i could say the same. unfortunately, that stupid fuckin' hat kinda ruins all your sex appeal." you say. sevika snorts, fondling your ass as you slowly start grinding circles against her.

"and yet, you're still ridin' me." she says with a smirk. you roll your eyes.

"wasn't that in our vows? i'll still fuck you when you look ridiclious? somethin' like that?" you ask. sevika laughs and claws you hips.

"somethin' like that." she agrees, grinning up at you.

fuck her for bein' so adorable. you lean forward again to kiss her soundly, sliding your tongue against her lower lip and sitting back up before she can bite it. she pouts at you, but then a goofy smile creeps up her lips.

you already know what she's gonna say before she says it. you shake your head no at her, trying to stop her. "don't say it." you command. sevika just grins and smacks your ass.

"giddy up, cowgirl." she says, grinning at you.

you'd strangle her if her little mischievous laugh wasn't so damn cute.

"i can't believe i ever thought you were serious and scary." you say. sevika giggles beneath you, her thumb fiddling with your clit, making you jolt against her.

"c'mon baby." she whispers, lust taking over her silly mood again. "ride me. 'm all yours."

you sigh, bringing her free hand up to your lips to kiss it, before you start bouncing up and down on her cock.

you both groan.

sevika loves watching you on top of her, and over the years, you've gotten pretty damn good at it.

"i ain't gonna last long, doll." she grunts out. "not with you lookin' so damn good ridin' my cock."

you giggle down at her. "i just started." you say. she grins.

"yeah, but i've been watchin' you in the garden all mornin'." she says. "fuck, you look so good all sweaty and bendin' over." she grunts. you chuckle.

"you're ridiculous." you say. she grins up at you.

"you look so good when you're hard at work." she says.

"you do too." you respond, breathily. she grins.

"yeah? so you do like the hat." she says. you snort, reaching forward to try to knock it off again. she catches your wrist before you can reach her, and you roll your eyes, bringing your hand down to her chest to fondle her tits instead. she whimpers at your touch.

"it's hot when you're all dressed up. with that lasso on your hip, 'n shimmer beneath you, comin' home all sweaty and dirty... fuck." you curse, the mental image of your wife doing something to you. she hums beneath you. you open your eyes to look down at her and burst into giggles. "it ain't as cute when it's all your wearin'." you say. sevika laughs too.

"and yet, you're still ridin' me." she says again.

you lean down to press your lips against hers, shutting her up again.

after a few minutes, you have to pull away to pant for air as you slam your ass down against sevika's thighs over and over again.

"fuck-- i'm close." sevika whimpers. you hum on top of her.

"cum inside me, sev." you whisper in her ear. she groans.

"what about you?" she whines. you chuckle.

"if you take that damn hat off i'll let you go down on me once you're done." you promise her. she grins and nods in agreement, her hands flying down to grip your hips and help you continue to ride her hard and fast, loud smacks filling the room as your sweaty thighs hit the top of hers over and over again.

sevika's face scrunches in pleasure and you tug at her tits, knowing she's close.

"c'mon baby." you moan. "wanna watch you cum."

sevika groans beneath you.

"you're such a fool for this pussy, aren't ya?" you ask. she nods. "y' had me this mornin' before the kids woke up, and it's only high noon now-- you're so fuckin' needy." you tease her. sevika whimpers.

"c-can't help it." she whines. you coo down at her.

"that's okay baby, i love it." you say. "y' know how to make a girl feel special. you're lucky i'm just as needy for you."

she nods up at you, gasping. "s-so lucky." she agrees.

beneath you, her legs start twitching, and you grin.

"give it to me sev." you encourage her, both because you want your wife to cum and also because you're dying to get her out of that hat.

she must know this, because right before her face scrunches up in ecstasy, something mischievous flashes behind her eyes. you know what's coming, nearly a decade with the woman means you can read her like a book. you try to duck down to press your lips to hers before she can speak, but you're too slow, and as sevika tips over into orgasm, she lets out a breathy, giggling, "yeehaw!"

you groan on top of her, a laugh wracking through your body despite your disgust, and you pinch her nipples hard in retaliation as she cums.

she jolts, then grins, coming down from her high to giggle up at you. you snort at her and flick her nose.

"i can't believe you." you mumble. she chuckles.

"you're the one who married me." she says, grinning.

"i'm starting to question my sanity." you say. she laughs.

you pull off her strap and stand on wobbly legs, taking a few deep breaths before you turn around and begin pulling your undergarments back on.

sevika gasps and snaps up to sit on the bed.

"fuck're you doin'?" she asks. "you promised me i could put my mouth on you!" you shake your head at her.

"you ruined the moment!" you say, laughing as you pull your pants on. "you can't expect me to be horny after that, sev. should think before you speak next time." you faux scold her.

sevika blinks at you owlishly. "you aren't serious." she says. you just shrug as you begin buttoning up your shirt. "baby!" she cries, scrambling off the bed to gather you in her arms. "c'mon!" she whines. you giggle.

"'s what you get for bein' a clown." you say. sevika reaches up and grabs her hat, then sends it flying across the room.

"there, the hat's gone now-- will you please come back to bed!?" she asks. you just shake your head no at her, pressing a kiss to her nose.

"no, i don't think i will." you say, before breaking free of her hold around your waist and sauntering away.

you only get down five stairs before sevika comes stumbling after you, her clothes in her arms as she tries to dress herself as she chases after you.

"darlin' wait! i'm sorry!" she calls.

you just roll your eyes and walk back out to the garden.

you'll let her stew in her disappointment for a while. and if she's lucky, maybe she'll get another shot at you tonight.

that is, of course, only if the hat stays firmly planted on the hook in the wall, far away from her reach, right where it belongs.

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madlittlecriminal · 5 months

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Saw requests for Rudy open and I'd like to req. an NSFW alphabet. Thanks

NSFW Alphabet ⤍ Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: mentions of the following: praise kink, breeding kink, bondage, dom/sub dynamic (switch), roleplay kink, cock ring

my god, do y'all think Bayardo knows how much we love Rudy? 🫠

nah, i just saw him play piano on his instagram story. AND THEN THE TATTOOS?! yeah, i was melted butter

this is also my first ever nsfw alphabet

A: Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

He loves taking care of you afterwards. He'll wipe you and himself clean before prepping a bath for the both of you before holding you close to him and telling you how good you were. After the bath, depending on the time of day, he'd cuddle you and trace shapes on your back until you fall asleep or prep a decent snack for you to keep you energized for the rest of the day.

B: Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rudy's favorite for him would probably be his hands. He does pretty much everything with them, but he loves that he could touch you and make you feel good with them in and out of the bed. He loves it when he caresses your cheek, and you lean into his touch with a smile. His favorite body part for you would have to be your thighs. No matter how thin or thick they were, he loved tracing his fingers along them in and out of bed.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside you, but when you look up at him after swallowing his cum, he groans as he wipes the access off the side of your mouth from what couldn't fit.

D: Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He goes absolutely feral when you pull on his dog tags. While you knew he liked it, you had no idea how it made him because on the outside, he'd be calm and only kiss you. On the inside? He was constantly telling himself to relax because he wanted to cum right then and there while being deep inside you.

E: Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing when it comes to sex, but he's also an experimentalist. He'd be down to try anything new with you.

F: Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Rudy loves missionary and cowgirl. Not only because you joking told him "well, riding a cowboy does save horses..." but also because he loved looking at your face and how seeing how beautiful it looked as he pleased you.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like he's a mix of both; while he could be serious, he definitely didn't mind some dumb things to make you laugh. There was one time he made you laugh while sliding into you, it quickly turned into a moan when he bottomed out.

H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes, they match, but he'd keep it trimmed or shaven, but not to the point where he was completely bare.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's so gentle. He'll ask you if you're okay and would praise you so much. He'd kiss you, his dirty talk would be so gentle and he'd switch from both English and Spanish. Even if you knew Spanish, something about his Spanish drove you insane, especially with how gentle he'd be with his words.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He'd only do it if he was away from you or if you just weren't in the mood. He would never pressure you which is what you loved about him. He'd quickly leave and hop in the shower before jerking off.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Again, he's an experimentalist, but he loves the dom/sub dynamic. He's a switch, so he has no problem switching for you if that's what you're into. However, he also loves bondage, and he has a breeding kink. If you weren't into that, he'd wear a condom without an issue or he'd pull out and cum either on your stomach or on the bedsheets but made sure it wasn't near your entrance. He was also into roleplay.

L: Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rudy is a simple man, so his favorite would be either the bedroom or the shower.

M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally you. Just looking at you turns him on. He thinks you're perfect. Other than that, he loved the make out sessions you'd both have. The slow and sensual kisses you both would be giving and the sounds the came with it was enough to drive him insane.

N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he just wouldn't be into anything you weren't. He wanted you to be comfortable and if you didn't like certain things, he just knew he wouldn't like it either.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a giver. Yes, he loves being on the receiving end, but something about getting you off made him feel fantastic. Just hearing you moan and whimper, feeling you grip his curls, the way your thighs would squeeze around his head or even how your legs would spread farther apart. Whichever way you'd react to it, he wouldn't care. As long as he could get you to orgasm over and over again, he didn't care.

P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'd be slow and sensual for sure, but if there were ever moment where you both wanted more or if the roleplay you were doing caused him to be a little rough, he would. He had no problem going rough when you wanted it, but he wasn't always a rough sex kind of guy.

Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They don't happen often because he would much rather take his time and making you feel good, but if it ever came down to it, it would usually be if it was going to happen, it would probably be when you both were in the mood in the morning and he had gotten a call for a last-minute mission or if you were both feeling risky.

R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes risks. Kind of like above, he'd go for quickies in the bathroom of one of his family member's houses if you were both in the mood. He doesn't mind experimenting, especially with edging. Seeing you practically begging him to keep going as you whimper does something to him that he can't explain.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can pretty much go round after round, but he lets you both take a small break before continuing. Unless you tell him to stop, he can pretty much on for hours, especially if he was pussy drunk.

T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you owned toys, he'd use them on you. If you didn't own any but made a comment saying you wanted to use them, he'd take you shopping to get some. Hell, he might get himself a cock ring.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you. He'd usually whisper sweet nothings or run his fingers down up and down your thigh. Sometimes he'd even let you sit on his lap, and he'd kiss your neck.

V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud, but he'll definitely moan in your ear and groan as well. If you told him that his noises made you more excited, he'd make sure to be honest with you, so if he'd ever feel a moan or groan crawling up his throat, he'd do it loud enough for you to hear.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rudy loves outercourse. If he could just hold you while kissing you or if it's a dry humping session, he'd enjoy every second of it. However, he did love the moments where you both would just cuddle and be in each other's arms.

X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's well-built and has veins on his arms and hands. He'd probably have stretch marks on his biceps too from working them out. His cock though...he's definitely thick and veiny. He's slightly bigger than average, but he's not one to boast about it...unless he's balls deep in you.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn't insanely high, but it's not extremely low either. Even if he does get turned on by looking at you, it doesn't always mean he wants sex.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll usually wait until you fall asleep before falling asleep.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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SUPER FLIRTY prince x FLUSTERED maid but make it really suggestive!! u can change the genders or prns if you want

His laugh was soft but died when she put a finger on the swollen flesh on his back. He couldn't hold back the moan and neither the curse.

"You know, Your Royal Highness, you would spare us all from sorrows if you weren't this reckless," she said and he buried his head in the pillows. Admittedly, he had been a fool. He had been told several times that he was good at hunting and riding. It was one of the few royal activities he actually enjoyed.

He had gotten cocky. Earlier today, once he had made sure that his maid was watching, he had tried to look especially heroic during the hunt.

In the end, too drunk on the thought of making her blush, he had fallen off his horse and landed on the hard stones of a shallow stream. She had been the one to save him from drowning in knee-deep water. She had been the one to find and calm down his horse an hour later. She was the one who was observing his wound now.

His face burnt.

"Where would be the fun in that?" he asked.

"The fun would include you being alive."

"Aw, you care about me." She let her finger touch his red skin again and he hissed, squeezing the pillow hard. He was glad his face was pressed against it. He was embarrassed for his dumb decision. But at least, her fingers were on his back and even though it hurt, he loved to feel her kindness.

"I care about the heir of my kingdom."

"Ouch." The next time her fingers were on his back, he flinched. The salve she had mixed together was colder than last time. But he was quiet this time. Her fingers went over his back, over his shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this safe. Probably when she had stitched a wound on his leg a month ago.

Although, he had to admit, that had been much more stressful with her face close to his crotch.

"Are you not going to make any comments?" she asked and he could hear the smile when she spoke.

"Don't tell me you actually like it when I do that?"

"I am just wondering why you're being so quiet today," she said. Her fingers travelled down his back and his eyes widened involuntarily.

"I am thinking about your fingers. And where I would love to feel them," he said. He loved to make her blush but today, for whatever reason, he was the one who couldn't get rid of his hot face. She stopped going down his spine and he lifted his head. "Why did you stop?"

He caught a glimpse of her face. She worried her lips between her teeth.

"Oh, I...apologies. I was not-"

"I am starting to think that you enjoy touching me as much as I do."

She giggled nervously. "Well, I..."

"And I also think that you're searching for excuses to do so sometimes." She looked as if he had caught her in the middle of stealing something. He could only smile.

"Lay next to me?" he suggested and she didn't even hesitate to join him in bed. He made enough room for her but somehow when both of them shifted, he ended up on top of her. He looked down at her pretty lashes. His back still hurt but in a good way. "I like you."

Her hand found his biceps and he swore he saw the stars.

"You have got to be more careful," she said. "I feel like you do these things on purpose so I nurse you back to health."

"Well, what do you expect from me? When you have such gentle hands?" He lowered his voice. "When I would give away the throne to a total stranger, just to hear your laugh one more time?"

"Your Royal Highness, I..." Her eyes dropped to his lips.

"Every wound feels sweet when you're the one taking care of it, I fail to put into words what you mean to me." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was overwhelmed by the feeling of her hands on his biceps travelling up to his shoulders. He wanted to build churches dedicated to her with his bare hands. "You have always been more than a maid, more than a friend."

"You're not supposed to say these things out loud," she said but her hands found his face.

"I refuse to whisper them." And with that, she pulled him down gently and kissed him over and over again until he asked himself who was the royal and who was the servant here.

#g-g-g-g-gender #dont u just love it when your boy tries to impress u I do I do hihihi #writing snippet #request #an answer for an ask #kingdoms and royalty #m/f #princexmaid #prince x maid #maid x prince #maidxprince

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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pt IV doctor who but i've never watched it but i know loads about it for sure

It's half past 4 am and I definitely remember everything that you maggots yelled at me about this show I definitely do

There is a slutty head preserved in a jar that had many babies

There is a Doctor who was an OG doctor and his name was Wren or something no WILF RIGHT YES SOMEONE SAID THE DILF THE MILF AND THE HOLY WILF

Michael Sheen is a sexy planet with a mouth

Neil Gaiman wrote some episodes and it was very cool I think he made Michael Sheen the sexy planet

David Tennant I know you all love David Tennant well FUCKING HERE THEN TUMBLR DAVID TENNANT

There are time lords and they are the doctor and everyone was very cross when I asked that because apparently y'all periodically forget you follow me because im dumb

It's like gay or something at some point

Andrew Garfield is a dentist who gets flirted with like you too babygirl or whatever the 10th doctor says

Oh yeah the doctors are the doctor but there are 14 of them and they all go poof and then boom new actor except for 14 where david tennant re-emerges YEAH TUMBLR HEAR THAT I SAID DAVID TENNANT

oh and THEN the fifteenth doctor arrives but he fucking girlbosses a bigeneration and so escapes trauma or something and you all get to keep david tennant YEAH I SAID HIS NAME IF THIS HELLSITE HAD AN ALGORITHM THIS POST WOULD BE TRENDING SO QUICK ISTG

Oh the TARDIS is blue and not fucking yellow sometimes my brain gaslights me and also it can be anything it is a tree but it is a police box because it wants to be due to a glitch that the doctor hasnt fixed coz hes too busy hanging out with donna or being gay or being trans which as I know from experience are both full-time occupations

Theres like an intro or something it goes DOOWEEDOOOO and when i mentioned it people started singing it in the reblogs so like nostaglia hit ig

DAAAAAAAAAAVID TENNANT YOU HERE ME TUMBLR COME AND GET YOUR DAVID TENNANT HE FOUND HIS WIFE HERE YES HE DID HIS FATHER-IN-LAW WAS A DOCTOR YES HE WAS HIS DAUGHTER WAS THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER BUT THEN DAVID'S WIFE SO IDK GO SLAY GEORGIA

10th doctor is kinda bitchboy and we love him for that apparently

12th doctor is girlbossing prideful or maybe it was 11th or 9th WHO'S THE ONE WHO CALLS THE POTATO A POTATO

There are rhinos and they're police they're called Zookas and they transform people into something for their sins

I think it was the rhinos but someone looks like gollum had sex with a dead horse and got impregnated

There's a potato dude (gn)

There's a Meep and Meep's pronouns are Meep which is fab

There's a dude named Harry in the original doctor who

Shitty effects are beloved here

Someone installed a ramp on the tardis

there is someone named rose and the 9th doctor did something with a timeline and lost her to another 9th doctor and everyone's sad about it coz he knew he couldnt give her the life or something

Rose is kissy smoochie with doctor

Donna noble is played by catherine tate who knows less about the show than i do (which isnt saying much clearly im an expert)

The doctor is not actually a doctor it's something about yelling DOCTOR and they say DOCTOR WHO and it's like FUCK YEAH BABA GRIL NAMEDROP

Is this show title a knock knock joke like Knock knock. Who's there? Doctor. Doctor who? Yes now let me in.

one last time for you sluts DAVID TENNNANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

you're welcome.

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magnoliabutters · 1 year

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• THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE •

pairing: joel miller x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.

word count: ~6.3k

support your writer: reblogs for daddy joel ✨🌿

request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!

note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️

Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.

His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.

The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.

You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.

Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.

Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.

Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.

"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.

"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.

Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."

The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.

You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.

"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.

They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.

"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.

"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.

“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.

“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.

Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”

Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.

With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.

The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.

“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.

Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.

“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”

With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.

After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.

“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.

Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.

Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.

Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.

"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.

"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."

Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.

Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.

Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.

"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.

The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.

"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."

Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."

You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.

Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.

Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.

He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.

Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.

You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?

Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.

After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.

As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.

You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.

Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.

“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.

Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.

Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.

His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.

“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.

You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.

You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.

“Shit,” he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.

Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.

"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.

Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.

His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.

Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.

His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."

"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.

Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.

His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”

Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.

His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.

“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.

“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.

note: whatcha think? joel screams sub and fuck do i love it. also episode 3?? can someone just cry with me about that real quick? shall there be a part two? 🤫

*edit: there shall be & here it is

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Could you do a f/r where it’s enemies to lovers smut with Ellie,Abby or both

━ 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, porn with some plot, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), nipple play, slight degradation kink, teasing, hickeys, arguing, mean names ( abby calling reader dumb ), very tiny angst if you squint, fluff, kissing, make-outs, runner attacks reader, hypothermia, mentions of injury ( no blood ), nudity, dom!ellie, dom!abby, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/i mean i tried

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - well this was something, i cannot read it again it might drive me crazy loved the rq also went overboard but that's just my usual. thank you darling!! <333

reblogs are EXTREMELY appreciated ( i'm in my flop era lmaooo )

You were nearly asleep, waiting beside Abby for nearly a half hour. Ellie still nowhere to be found for patrols, but nonetheless here you both sat after you insisted on waiting for her.

Every so often Abby would glance over at your form sitting slouched against the bench with your hands in your lap. Eyes softly closed and head tilted towards her while you slowly fell back to the darkness your alarm clock and shaken you from earlier.

Your quiet breathing buffing out, visible from the cold.

If you weren't such a brat, she might've thought it was cute.

"You up?" "Hm?" You picked your head up, looking at her with sleepy eyes. "What?" "I'm ready to go." You looked around, rubbing your aching neck as if it was yelling at you for the way you had been laying.

"She's still not here?" "Yeah and I'm not walking all the way down to her stupid shed." "What are you, five?" You huffed, rolling your eyes before standing up.

"It's cold. I'm not waiting anymore." "Abby..." Abby rubbed her temples before shrugging. "Let's go, I'm not gonna wait every time for her because she cares more about her pillow." You huffed but followed after the girl, snow crunching beneath your boots.

"Get your horse." "Stop with the tone, I was on time thank you." Abby rolled her eyes.

"Don't even start."

Both of you walked a little to the stables you'd been sitting beside. Hoping Ellie would come here after realizing that she had woken up late. As much as she drove you crazy, she was your partner.

Abby then practically ripped open the door to the stall, bringing her horse out while you did the same walking beside her to the gate.

The crunching of snow underneath your boots was what you focused on. Satisfying you with every step leaving you unaware of Abby's lingering stare.

"Y'know, it's unsafe to look down when walking." "Seriously?" You looked up at her, giving her a strange expression making her laugh. "You could run into things, I'm looking out for your safety." "Oh fuck you, you just like ripping on me." Your tone was teasing but the way her eyes darkened made you nervous, smile fading slightly.

"Or maybe I don't want that pretty face getting ruined by walking into a pole. You might be dumb but at least you're nice to look at."

You weren't sure what to say, opening and closing your mouth like an idiot. Like you were stuck underneath a spotlight. Your face hot despite the burning cold.

"Well–"

"Oh fuck– shit." The voice broke your sentence, both you and Abby turned at the same time, Ellie appearing and hurriedly pulling Shimmer out of her stall. "Where the hell were you?" Abby snapped "My power went out, alarm clock reset." She said out of breath, meeting your eyes as you stood silently.

Without a word you climbed onto the saddle on the back of your horse, guiding him outside the walls with the two other girls right behind you.

"I don't care. Just another excuse." Ellie smirked at that. "Well fuck you too Abby."

"Will you both shut up? I can barely hear myself think and we just left the gate."

Both of them glanced to you, your eyes moving from Abby's face to Ellies until you suddenly felt small under their gaze and turned around. Avoiding their burning stares while you led your horse down the trail.

"Well aren't you talkative today. Or at least now." You glared at Abby, shivering as a cold wind brushed passed, shaking the trees around you. "Well maybe, I don't want to hear you both arguing my entire shift. I already have a headache, I don't need two more." You gave her a tight smile and turned to face forward once more, hearing Ellie huff from behind you.

It was quiet for a while, peaceful even if you ignored the two burning holes in the sides of your head. You weren't going to lie, it was cold, freezing even as winter rolled in over Wyoming and its usual lively look. The fields covered in a thick white blanket, little prints in the snow from animals that trotted through the area.

The thought made you smile.

Coming to your first checkpoint you looked up at the trees, shaking as the wind picked up, the clouds darkening to an almost scary shade. Ignoring the thoughts, you hopped down from your horse you walked up to the gas station. Goosebumps rising along your skin.

"I'll go right." Ellie said, sliding off of Shimmer. "Then I'll take left, commander." You shook your head, walking inside. It was silent, the first checkpoint usually was especially on this trail. But the quiet hurt your ears, almost wanting Abby and Ellie to be bickering behind you.

Quickly you signed your names in the checkbook that was hidden, marking what you needed. Reading over some of the others who'd signed their names on later shifts.

"Has there even been infected over here?" You looked at her before looking at the numbers before turning to Ellie and silently shaking your head.

"Tch, I dunno why they even make us come up this way." She spoke, looking around the walls, her short hair falling out all around her face. It almost complimented her. Almost.

"What if one day a huge bloater comes through here and starts killing everyone?" "Hm, let it, this place needs some spice." She slowly stepped closer, turning to look at you with a shrug. "You're insane." "Hey I'm not the one that came up with that idea." "I'm not the one that said to let it kill everyone."

She rolled her eyes. "Take a joke." "I can take a joke, but you never said one."

You'd just realized how close she'd stepped to you, cornering you against the counter. But it seemed like Ellie realized it, a smile making it's way onto her face as she took one more stride towards you.

"What?" She teased. "Nothing, we should go. Make sure a giant bloater didn't kill Abby." Ellie looked at the door, her knee bumping yours. The air was thick, suffocating, waiting in silence for her to respond with something.

Your stomach making you feel all sorts of things that you couldn't place, but you hated it. You hated her, because of that stupid cocky look on her face and her dumb jokes.

Her jokes didn't even make sense, they were stupid.

She was stupid.

"That bloater would be the best thing to happen to us in a long time." You smacked her shoulder, watching her rub it in pain, looking back to you with furrowed eyebrows.

"C'mon, it would do us both a favor." "As annoying as she is, she's still a person. And so are you, which means I have to keep both you morons alive while you argue like two kids on the playground."

Ellie scoffed, looking back down at you. "You love it." "Who said that?" She smirked.

"You don't have to, but you haven't switched partners yet. Have you?"

The question was so stupid, a comeback on the tip of your tongue but nothing came out. Choking on air and stuttering over your own words.

"Hey, dumb and dumber, you done?" Abby appeared at the door with a look you couldn't decipher. Staring at her before you nodded quickly. "The wind's getting bad, it's starting to snow I think it's gonna storm." "Way to point out the obvious." Ellie said, but her eyes didn't move from you, slowly looking back to her.

"We should get going then. If it gets bad... we can... I dunno take shelter in one of those big houses." You spoke, nodding and turning back to Abby while taking a few steps towards her escaping Ellie's hold. Which in hindsight, wasn't exactly a prison cell.

"Stuck, with you two? I'd rather walk in the blizzard." Ellie only laughed sarcastically at Abby while she flipped her off, following you out of the gas station and back to your horses.

The snow was light, but looking up you knew it wouldn't be for long. But your mind was also distracted, pulling you back to your interaction with the girl just a few minutes before.

You didn't want to look at her though, staring down at your horse as you guided him along the white road. Trotting along the covered pavement.

The river was just a ways up knowing the other two could see it even through the thick white sheen, the only body of water you needed to cross to get to the neighborhood nearby. But what you didn't see was the infected eating a deer nearby. So close they as soon as you came up they seen you.

But you didn't see them.

"There's a blue house that's safe.. even has a fireplace." You stated, looking over at them both. "We can–" The loud yell of the runner cut you off but you didn't get a chance do anything, getting ripped off the horse by your leg and thrown into the freezing cold water.

Breathing wasn't an option either, no chance to catch yourself at all at the current swept you down stream bouncing you off of every rock possible and smacking your head off the ground.

Nothing wasn't numb, you couldn't feel anything in your body, the water poking you like a bunch of tiny little knives.

All you felt was pain.

Everything muffled, panicking and looking around, trying to push yourself up.

It wasn't even deep, the current was just so fucking strong.

And the water was so fucking cold.

That was until you were pulled from the water, grabbing at the person's neck like it was a lifeline while you gasped for oxygen. Your lungs burning, shaking with fear and the temperature. Spitting up water while your eyes adjusted to the bright white light reflecting off the now.

"Hey, hey you okay?" "C–Co–Cold." You muttered, shaking as you wrapped your arms around Abby's neck as she held you bridal style. "Shit, Ellie–" "Yeah." You were using every ounce of strength to keep your head up as she walked you to Ellie's horse. "Stay awake for me, alright?" "T–That's easier sa–said than done."

Eyes drooping with every second passing, Abby hurriedly walked to Ellie's horse. Falling asleep with your head laying against her chest.

"Here, take her. She'll fall off if I put her behind you." The snow was bad now, barely able to see anything in front of you, then again you couldn't feel anything either. Holding Ellie's waist.

"You still awake?" You hummed, face buried in her chest and as much as you hated it, you didn't have the willpower to move. "Stay that way, alright?" You muttered something, feeling Shimmer come to a stop before Ellie pulled you away from her. "Stay up." "Ca–can't."

She slid off the horse and reached up, pulling you from the saddle and taking you to the garage. "When's the last time you were here?" You didn't respond, head falling forward, beginning to slip away into darkness. "Shit, Y/n. Stay the fuck awake." "Okay." You slurred, being jerked around as Ellie ripped the door open dragging you to the living rooms fireplace.

There was a mattress in front of it, Ellie tossing you down to start a fire.

"We have to take some of her clothes off." "What?" Ellie turned around, throwing the wood into the fireplace at the same time. "It'll make it harder for her to get warm when her clothes are soaked and frozen." Abby raised her eyebrow, coming over to unzip your soaked jacket, pulling it from your arms.

"What? Never seen a ladies skin before?" "Fuck you, I've seen more than you ever have."

"No–not ti–im–ime." You said, looking around yourself confused, as if you were completely drunk. The fire grew as Ellie fed it, Abby slipping your shirt off to leave you in your white tank top.

She had to keep herself from looking, moving down to your cold jeans, icy at the touch.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" You slowly looked down at her, nodding without another thought. "Be eas–easy it hurts." And it did, like little pokes all across your flesh, and it burned.

"You got it." And despite every ounce of anger you've ever felt for her, and every insult you've throw back and forth, she pulled them down as softly as she could. Lightly warming your skin with her hands once they were off.

"Here." Ellie threw a blanket over you, Abby adjusting it from her side of the mattress. "How you feel?" "Cold." You then stated, beginning to come back from your foggy mind, staring at the fire, teeth still chattering. "My h–horse?" "In the garage with the others. He got scared." Ellie replied, sitting beside your head just above you.

"Speaking of that, I'm gonna go check the house and close the garage door." Abby said. "Play nice while I'm gone." "Go away already." Ellie scoffed.

A few minutes passed in silence, hearing only Abby's boots going up the creaky stairs before it was quiet once more.

It was quiet, too quiet in all honesty. The air thick around you both. Feeling her watching you while trying your best to stop shaking. Basking in the hot echoing from the fire.

Finally you gathered up the courage to tilt your head up to look at her, cuddling deep in the blanket to where your face was nearly covered.

She wasn't looking at you anymore, instead messing with her hands while staring at the fire. "Thanks, for the blanket." She hummed instead of responding, entranced by the fire, blank faced before seemingly snapping out of it.

Ellie stared at you for an amount of time, neither of you looking away. You wanted to say something sarcastic, something to get a laugh out of her and to break the strange silence. But nothing was coming to mind.

So instead you sat up, covering yourself completely in the blanket, holding it over your shoulders. Sitting closely beside the girl.

It was quiet again, this time not so awkwardly silent though. Like you both didn't know what to say, instead it was like you both knew you had nothing to say.

Ellie soon took her jacket off and threw it aside, looking over at you staring at the fire and how the wood crackled. Ashes falling around it, popping every few seconds. The way the light reflected off your face and bare shoulders, it made her stare linger.

Soon the sound of the stairs creaking made you turn your head, looking over Ellie's shoulder to see Abby coming down the stairs with more blankets and some pillows.

"Thought you might want some of these." "Thank you." You said quietly, smiling as she threw them on the mattress that was surprisingly clean. "Yeah well I'd rather not hear you complain for the next few hours about being cold." "I almost died, dickface."

Ellie snorted, laying back on the bed just as Abby sat down on the couch. "That sucks." "You'd love that, wouldn't you? If I died of hypothermia." You asked, looking back at Abby. "Then I'd be stuck with just her, at least you make her quiet." "Oh fuck you. She does the same thing to you."

You then laughed making them both look at you.

"I guess I have a hold over both of you, it's cute, really. Thanks for saving me by the way, it was sweet seeing you guys care so much." Ellie sat up, leaning towards you, so close you could feel her breath fanning your face, warming your chilled cheeks.

"I can show you just how much I care, would that be sweet enough for you?" You grinned, "You wish. I'm good, thanks."

Your blanket had fallen, showing off your damp white tank top. Shoulders bare and hair still wet, dripping down your neck and onto the fabric.

"Y'know Y/n.." Abby began, catching your attention and your gaze. "You're a lot prettier when you're not talking shit." "I agree." Ellie then spoke up, making you turn back to her.

You weren't sure what to say, eyes flickering between them. Swallowing hard and shifting where you sat. And when you moved, Abby knew.

"You like it when we tease you, don't you?" Abby asked, sitting back against the couch, putting her arm up on the back of it.

"I–"

"You like when we call you things... tell you how dumb you look." They both watched as you bashfully looked down, hiding your face from them, unable to give them any sort of reply. "Or how pretty you are when you shut up and listen." "This isn't funny." You muttered. "Never said it was."

Ellie's fingers had come up to brush over your shoulder, her knuckles dusting over your warmed skin and collarbone. Running down to the string of your top, pushing it down as she went. Hanging onto your upper arm.

"You like it, don't you?" The sound of her voice mixed with her words ran straight through you. "I..." "I think that's a yes." You could hear them snickering, but they never took their eyes away. "Say it, Y/n. Or tell us to fuck off. We won't be mad." Abby assured.

"I like it." You whispered. "Hm?" Ellie moved forward, pushing her eyebrows together. "What'd you say?" "I... I like it." "Thought so."

You peaked through your eyelashes to see Ellie, half lidded eyes scanning your face and form. Eyes undressing you for a moment, her stare practically swallowing you whole right there and then.

"Why don't you show us how much you like it?"

Looking at Abby she seemed to have the same thought, leaning her head on her knuckles, waiting for you to do what Ellie had asked.

You brought your hands to the small strings holding up your tank top knowing that once it was pulled down you'd be showing practically everything to them. Something in you being grateful for not wearing a bra that day, something about too many layers.

Your fingers hooked underneath the hem, crossing over your front. "You guys aren't joking with me, right?" "How mean do you think we are?" You stared at her.

Without another word, you lifted the top over your head, taking it off and showing both girls your chest. Nipples already perked up due to the cold of the fabric.

"See, that was easy." "If you're messing with me..." Ellie cut you off, kissing you so hard it pushed you backwards. Holding yourself up with the palms of your hands. "Oh c'mon." You heard Abby say, but your mind was so hazy that all you could focus on was kissing Ellie back. Her hand going to rest on your neck.

Another pair of hands soon came from behind you, coming under your arms and around you. Warm fingers running over your little buds.

"You're still freezing." Abby muttered just beside the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe as she went. Kissing the side of your neck. Ellie laughed slightly pulling away from you, holding your bottom lip between her teeth. "We'll have to warm her up."

A chill ran up your spine, shivering as both sets of hands caressed different parts of your body. An ache growing between your legs, they laughed quietly as you grinded down onto the bed. Pleading for some sort of friction.

"Ellie..." You whispered, a desperate mutter to the woman. "What? What do you want?" Instead of speaking you leaned towards her again, her hand catching your face and squeezing. Puffing your lips out making her chuckle, kissing you. "Use your words. You have to ask." "I want you both."

"To do what?" Abby whispered. "Answer." Ellie pinched your nipple, her voice low, grinning as you jumped in reaction. The slight twinge of pain going straight to your core.

"I want you to fuck me. Both of you."

It was like those words switched something in their brains, Ellie grabbing your face once more and pushing you back against the soft surface. Kissing down your neck and over the barely visible marks that Abby had began to leave.

You glanced over at Abby as she began to undress each piece of clothing. Starting with her winter jacket and then her shirt, keeping her eyes on the way Ellie had began to kiss between your tits. Running her tongue over your chilled nipple.

"Ellie.." She heard you, loving the way those words rolled off your tongue and soaked right through her boxers. Body reacting to each of her little touches, lightly pecking your cool skin until she got to the band of your underwear.

Teeth grazing over the elastic band, kissing right above where you needed her.

"Ellie please– please just fuck me." "Now those are words I like." She grinned, hooking her fingers underneath the band and practically ripping them from your body. Tossing them aside where you undoubtedly would have to search for them later.

She hiked both of your legs up onto her shoulders, her eyes taking in the view of your soaking pussy. It made you hot, shy, bashfully turning away from her gaze to look at Abby again only to get a smack to your ass.

"Don't look at her, look at me." The ache was becoming too painful for you to handle, clenching around nothing. Her mouth hovering just over you clit, letting her hot breath fan your swollen bud. "El–"

Her tongue licked up your entire slit, kissing your clit. Harshly sucking, watching every reaction you made, each small noise like music to her ears.

"Fu–fuck Ellie.. that's good oh fuck–" You push your lower half towards her face, grinding down on her mouth. Your one hand tangled into her hair, pushing her head closer to you earning a small chuckle from the girl. "Don't stop m'kay– don–don't stop."

"Aw, is she making you feel good?" Abby grabbed your neck, tilting your head upward to look at her. "Y–yea–yeah–" You moaned out, a few girlish whimpers coming after as you stared at Abby with big doe-eyes that nearly rolled back into your head.

She had nothing covering her top half now, your other hand coming up to reach for her.

"You like when Ellie fucks you?" "Mmmmhmm–" You could feel her lift you up, laying you back against her bare chest while her hand played with your tits. Ellie soon backed up, sticking two fingers knuckle deep into your hole, watching your face contort into pleasure.

You then looked down at her fingering your pussy, Ellie moving in and out quicker causing a loud squelching sound to fill the room along with your whines. Abby's hand beginning sneaking down your torso, sneaking up just over your cunt.

"You want me to help you feel better?" You nodded quickly, mouth falling open as Ellie slipped a third finger inside of you. "Pl–ple–" The word was cut off, her fingertips gathering your wetness as she began to circle your clit. "Abby–" You cried, head falling backwards, digging into Abby's chest.

"That feel good babe?" Ellie asked, going faster as you tried to answer, stuttering out a few noises in response. "Yeah?" A throaty noise leaving your lips, mouth permanently open and eyebrows pushed together. Her fingers running along your walls. Bumping your g-spot with every rough thrust.

"I'm gon–gonna cum..." You dragged your words out as the coil in your belly wound tight, Abby's other hand roughly playing with your nipple before moving down to your other thigh that Ellie couldn't hold. The hand on your clit lightly slapping the swollen bud making her lips moving up in a grin as you jolted with a cry.

"Oh fu–fuck Ellie please fas–faster–" She listened, gripping your thigh tight, sure to leave dark fingerprints to remind you later of the days events. "I'm gonna cum–" You cried, Abby's free hand grabbing your jaw, kissing your cheek. "Cum Y/n. Show us how pretty you look when you cum on our fingers."

You finally let go, your juices flooding over Ellie's fingers as you cried. Your loud moans bouncing off the walls while your hands gripped Ellie's head and Abby's arm.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–" "Good girl." Your whole body jumped, Abby holding you tightly as you came, jittering and whining for Ellie and her to slow down. Pushing their hands away with little to no strength.

"To–oo mu–much.." "Yeah? But you're being such a good girl, you can take it, right?" You shook your head, her hand coming up to squish your cheeks, kissing you hard, taking your breath away as Ellie pulled her fingers from your plush walls. Abby's hand falling away as well.

It was quiet again for a moment, only your heavy breathing filling the room. Abby's hand petting away your sweaty fly aways from your forehead, not noticing the way Ellie stripped from her shirt and jeans.

"Abby lay against the couch." Abby sent a glare to Ellie, noticing her lack of clothing as she helped you up, holding you in her arms. "Why?" "Just fucking do it."

You had barely realized they were talking though, mind fogged over and dazed, laying against Ellie's sports bra. Inhaling her forestry scent mixed with a faint mens cologne.

"Here babe, sit up on Abby." You moved where Ellie guided your hips to, sitting up on Abby's abs. You could feel yourself dripping onto her stomach, Ellie gripping your waist. "Grind." Was all she said into your ear, Abby's hands resting on your thighs as you began to move back and forth, your sensitive clit running along the muscles.

"Ellie..." The girl kissed along your neck, biting and sucking at every inch of skin along either of your shoulders. Holding you up so your legs didn't give out from under you, rubbing your pussy along her abs.

"It's s'good." You moaned, putting your hands on her upper arms, Abby laughing, holding onto you as you messily rode her muscles. Leaning down to kiss her lips, lightly holding her cheek as you explored her mouth while Ellie's hand snuck around to rub your clit.

"You having trouble talking back now?" Abby asked, seeing you nod, picking up the pace as Ellie rubbed harder. "Say sorry for being mean to us." You looked up at her with big eyes, muttering out, "m'sorry." "For what?" she then asked as you moaned, Ellie's other hand roughly grabbing your neck. "Being me–ean to you guys." "Yeah?"

You nodded profusely, rutting your hips so desperately it made them both smile. Ellie's hand on your hips and the other picking up on rubbing your clit.

You were still so sensitive from cumming just a few moments earlier, biting your lip so hard it started to hurt. But it didn't matter, Ellie whispering little things in your ear did, turning your head just a tiny bit to kiss her.

"You're doing so good for us." Ellie muttered, grabbing your face, seeing you smile through your sweat and blurry eyes. Mouth hung slightly open with a dazed expression.

"You look so pretty, doesn't she Abby?" Ellie kept her grip on your jaw, turning your head to show Abby how you looked.

"Yeah she does." Abby squeezed your thighs making you move your one hand down to rest on hers. "I can't..." You whined, hand resting over Ellie's while her fingers continued to play with you. "Yes you can." It was becoming too much, getting closer nearly tipping over the edge. Whining cries falling from your lips. "Please Ellie... m'close.."

"Yeah?" Her hand let go of you, moving down to play with your nipple. "Mhm.." "Well cum then babe." She circled harder, moving quicker as your moans grew louder. Head falling back leaving your neck open for her mouth. "I'm cumming–" Hips stuttering and body jolting, you moaned loudly against Ellie's mouth while Abby made sure you stayed riding her.

Each bump of her abs hitting your clit just right while Ellie's hand finally left your pussy letting you begin to come down.

"Done?" Abby asked as you fell forward onto her shoulder, her hands coming up to hold your naked body. "Too much." "Already?" Ellie asked playfully, setting up the pillows on the bed. You hummed, stilling up and wiping your face, feeling the way Abby's thumbs caressed small circles into your skin.

"Here." Ellie pulled you off Abby, cleaning you up with a rag from her bag, Abby disappearing to do the same for herself. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, seeing you nod a bit while tiredly staring at her.

"So... is this like a thing?" Abby then questioned, slipping her shirt back on while climbing onto the mattress on the opposite side of you. Ellie laying down on one of the pillows while shrugging. "Depends." "On what?"

Ellie looked at you silently, seeing you messing with the top of the blanket while listening to them. Thinking.

"Only if you guys stop fighting so much, it's only hot sometimes." You could hear them laugh, a bit of awkwardness between the two. "No promises." Ellie groaned, rolling onto her side to face you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "M'kay. Abby?" "Yeah, yeah." You smiled, sitting up and kissing her cheek before turning and kissing Ellie's.

"Good girls." You giggled. "Don't make us fuck you again." "No promises." You muttered, laughing when you felt Abby squeeze your ass. "Go to bed." "You're no fun." "See?" Ellie asked, looking at you while Abby scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?" You groaned with a roll of your eyes. "Here we go."

A/n: Imma be honest I hate this but I can't stand to look at it anymore

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Letters to My Love

Fandom: Lord Of The Rings Return of the King

Pairing: Haldir x fem!reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, angst, kissing, awful sugary fluff (I need a happy ending as life is a blackhole of existential dread).

Summary: You leave Lórien after spending time recuperating to visit your friend Eowyn and promise to send word back to your friend Haldir. Though you think of him more than that, does he feel the same though?

Word count: 6040

Comments: More Haldir for the Haldir throne! First longer piece in the LOTR fandom. Hopefully I've kept Haldir relatively in character. Thank you to @heilith for the encouragement and motivation to finish this and post. You're a wonderful inspiration.

Putting your quill down you stare at the ink now drying. Reading it over you frowned in concentration, trying to make sure there was a tone of friendship without any of your clear desire bleeding through. Friendly and precise was the aim as always in your now routine one sided correspondence. It was getting increasingly difficult with each letter though to tow that line especially with who the recipient was.

You look at the envelope already set aside, Marchwarden Haldir in your neatly block printed handwriting followed by the address; it always gives you a small rush even to write his name.

You had left Lórien after promising Eowyn to visit her and her new betrothed and not wanting to outstay your welcome with your Elven hosts you had set off as soon as you were well enough to ride alone. But it had been a bittersweet parting. Of course you had wanted to come and congratulate your friend on her new love but you felt loath to leave the peaceful forest, and your new friends.

Haldir had asked you to send word that you were safe when you had left Lórien, your logical mind telling you that it was out of friendship, but the slight frown as he had softly requested it had made your breathing hitch. It almost seemed for a moment as if he had been nervous to ask. The usual stoic mask he wore as Marchwarden slipped if but for a split second under the morning sun.

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"I promise my friend." You had replied after climbing on your horse smiling gently. After all it was the least you could do after being able to rest and recuperate after the battle with Sauron in the beautiful sanctuary of Lórien.

You tried to ignore the traitorous voice in the back of your head whispering that you were a coward and running away.

Gripping the reins tightly till your knuckles went white you swallowed hard. The growing feelings you had developed for the ellon in front of you were pushed down and sitting uncomfortable in your chest waiting to crawl up your throat and crow out to the world.

Haldir had stood by your horse, hand on its neck stroking it softly as he went quiet, the morning breeze stirring his immaculate hair. It had seemed to you he had wanted to say something, his brows drawn into a small frown that you didn’t know when you had started to recognise.

“You must promise me to be safe, the roads are still dangerous,” He had spoken eventually into the horse's neck, fidgeting with a lock of its mane. You had opened your mouth to try to defend your skills but the words choked in your throat, your mouth shut promptly at the way his hand stilled with its incessant action. His head turned suddenly to you and the frown had deepened.

“I do not doubt your skill,” He continued and he pressed closer to you, his blue eyes boring into your own. “Just promise me to be watchful.” Haldir finished, his free hand moved to your calf for a brief moment of contact but enough to feed your hunger for him.

His gaze struck you dumb, a heat rising to your cheeks. All you could do was nod mutely in return, the blue of his eyes usually clear as the summer sky were troubled and stormy. Was the thought of your safety that important to him? Perhaps he thought of you also as more of a friend?

A watery smile tugged at your lips at the possibility, a foolish notion to be sure for someone so perfect to find attraction in the imperfections of a mortal such as yourself. You leaned down and the bittersweetness of causing him concern selfishly comforted you slightly in that you were not alone in the emotion when he had parted from you to go on patrols. Now before him, you missed him so and you had not even left his presence.

“I promise you Haldir,” You had spoken softly, proud that there was no wobble to your tone as you reached out and grasped his shoulder. Those blue eyes cleared of the storm for a moment.

“I will write every time I stop, you shall receive so many letters you will regret asking me,” you tried laughing and you saw the corner of his lips curled up slightly. “You shall receive so many you will have to clear a bookcase to house them.” You giggled lightly at the image and he gave a breathy laugh that sounded more like a relieved exhale. His hand returned to your calf and squeezed lightly.

“I shall clear two.” He stated with the deadpan tone that you have come to crave. Tilting your head you stared at him a moment to engrave the way the sunlight played across his face, it lit the blue of his eyes in a blinding shade that you would willingly go sightless staring at. He seemed to be watching you just as carefully and you smiled softly at him, in the way that only he provoked from you.

“Just as well, Rúmil and Orophin have gifted me enough supplies to paper your flet.” You smirked and watched as the mention of his brothers made Haldir grimace a moment. The hand on your calf moved to your hand resting on his shoulder.

“Best to put them to good use then, I shall hear no end of it if you do not.” Haldir had spoke in that exasperated tone he always used when speaking of his younger brothers. You couldn’t help the grin on your face though at the twitch of a smile on his lips that always betrayed his tone.

A tightness in your chest returned then, you would miss them all, Rúmil and Orophin never failing to make you laugh at their antics. Their merciless teasing of Haldir stretched now to you in a way that gave you a sense of pride that the brothers felt comfortable enough to torment you.

Haldir's hand was warm against your own, the rough callous of his fingers a seductive rasp against your responsive skin. Goosebumps danced up your arm at the contact. Your gazes met again and a heavy silence fell over you both. The cool breeze in the trees whispered around you as the heat from earlier played across your cheeks again.

Parting from him shouldn’t give you such pain, but knowing you would wake up the next morning not being able to see his face made your stomach turn in unease. Goodbyes were never such a heartbreak for you before with a life constantly on the road but now? Here where the breeze was sweet in your nose and the warm sun dappled on your skin this was a place that finally felt like a home now despite being a mere mortal.

You let your eyes lower as you don’t want Haldir to see the sadness in your gaze, not when you were parting like this.

“Promise me you will stay safe also Haldir.” You whispered, his fingers had flinched when you spoke his name.

“I promise.” Haldir stated resolutely. Slowly raising yourself straight in the saddle you reluctantly withdrew your hand from his shoulder. Haldir stood watching you again with that inscrutable look for a heartbeat before raising a hand to his chest in a farewell gesture.

You mimic the gesture and force a smile on your face though you can feel the burn of tears behind it.

“Farewell Marchwarden Haldir.” You spoke, the forced smile started to crack. Moving your horse forward through the forest you had felt eyes watching you the whole time and knew it wasn’t your imagination.

*****

A knock and giggle from behind you snapped your mind to the present again as the door to your room opened.

Twisting around you see the familiar face of the servant girl Molly bustles in. Turning back you frown and rest your fingers on the letter in front of you again. Sighing softly you look out the window of your guest room in Minas Tirith. The sun starting to set it lit up the city below, throwing shadows across the stone you mind wanders off to tall trees and blue eyes.

Lazily leaning on your hand the picture of Haldir gazing at you plays across your mind again. You had never seen a more perfect colour of blue than his eyes. No sky, ocean or flower could come close to his piercing gaze. It had not taken you long to understand it was not just the colour but the soul behind the eyes that made them so alluring. You felt a pull to him from the moment the two of you had met.

You counted yourself lucky that Haldir had given you the opportunity to become close. Though the act of saving the others' life in heavy battles, had helped forge a bond between you and the handsome ellon. It was he who had invited you to stay with him after Aragon's coronation having now no fixed plans. Your old companions had teased you mercilessly after finding out.

"An invitation from the Marchwarden himself? A rare thing indeed." Aragon had asked with a large grin and a wink making flushed heat rush from head to toe as you stood beside the elf. Stealing a glance up at him you had noticed the twitch in Haldir's jaw.

You hear Molly clear her throat behind you and you blink away the memory.

“Sorry for disturbing you m’lady would you like me to lay your dress out?” Her warm voice makes you shake your thoughts.

Turning around again you face her smiling, glad of her company.

“Yes please and tell me any new gossip.” You grin. Molly clicks her tongue but throws a smile back at you.

“Of course, you need new material for your letter to your friend?” She asks but the sly look and emphasis on “friend” makes you glance at the floor as you try to squash the girlish giggle.

“I enjoy his company, he’s a very interesting person.” You try to insist as Molly opens the wardrobe and with an expert eye pulls out a long gown.

“Of course he is,” She replies, her dark eyes are warm and clearly don’t believe you. “I caught a glimpse of him at the Kings coronation,” Molly continued plucking out accessories. Turning to you she raised an eyebrow and tried to look serious. “He looked very interesting.” She teased lightly.

“Oh stop you.” You grouse half heartedly. Standing up you make your way over to the bed and trail your fingers over the fine gown laid out. Surely it was a little over the top for a small party? You go to voice this but stop yourself after all Molly knows more than you ever could about court protocol and the younger woman had been a godsend in helping you navigate the intricate politics thus far.

“Does he answer back?” The other woman asks innocently. You stand over the dress still and go silent. Noticing your actions Molly turns from the hair pins laid out and tentatively steps over.

That was the thing, the thing that hit you like a gut punch and made you lie awake at night. All the letters you had written over the weeks you had not received any in return. You didn’t want to admit the thought made you not sleep for the last couple of weeks though the results were clear every time you saw your reflection.

“No.” You reply still gazing at the dress. Focusing on the delicate embroidery of flowers and vines it made you think of lush forests and your stomach lurched. You felt Mollys body hover near you.

“I’m sure he’s just been busy m’lady.” She voiced softly.

“Yes, he has a lot of responsibilities.” You say carefully, feeling your throat constrict around the words. You hoped that was the case, he was on a long patrol and couldn’t write back. But what if he had been hurt or what if he just didn’t want to indulge a silly human and her infatuation? You clasp a hand to your chest at the dull ache hiding behind your ribs at the thought. Perhaps it was time to stop the letters.

A hand drifted over your arm gently luring you away as the door knocked again.

“Come m’lady the bath is here then let's get you ready.”

You hum in agreement as the bedroom door opens and two other servants carry in a tub with jugs of hot water.

“Where is Eowyn?” You ask out of reflex, speaking to her always lifts your heart.

“Lady Eowyn went riding earlier. I’m sure she is getting ready now for tonight.”

You hum again, tonight’s party was to be a smaller affair. You hoped that it was for an announcement between Eowyn and Faramir’s wedding date. The way the two of them looked at each other, if they didn’t get married soon you were sure they would be announcing something other than a wedding.

The bath is quickly set up and Molly closes the bedroom door softly behind the other servants, before coming back over. The scent of lavender and honey drifts over from the tub of water. Scents that should give you some comfort but the icy claws of doubt have struck deep in your chest.

“May I help you with your dress?” She asks, her hands neatly folded in front of her.

You nod silently still looking at the flowers on the dress, it was a beautiful gown gifted by Eowyn for tonight. Raising your hands to your face you pinch your cheeks lightly, this was no face for a party. Seeing your old companions would cheer you up, you were sure of it.

*****

The stone of the balcony was cold to your touch as you clutched in the night air. You had left the party and wandered outside to take a breath of fresh air, the ballrooms' heat with the tight corset of the dress you were wearing was not a happy match.

Earlier thoughts of distracting your mind with the welcomed company of your friends had worked for a little while. But after some time the world had seemed to shift, you were watching them laugh and dance as if you were looking through a window from outside. You felt an outsider lost, alone and unbearable cold in this sweltering hall. Taking your goblet you nodded to the others and whispered to Eowyn you needed a breath of air, her bright eyes had glanced at the closed main door before nodding her response.

“You look beautiful tonight.” She had whispered to you.

“I look tired.” You retorted. Her gaze is quick and sharp, little escaped her notice.

“Does something ail you?” Eowyn asked and you tried to open your mouth but one look into her eyes and you stopped. That knowing gaze, a mixture of sympathy and pity. You let a bitter smile twist on your face.

“Am I that obvious?” You asked and hoped the others wouldn’t come and pry. You know they mean well but the thought of having to talk about it fills you with an exhaustive dread.

“Only to me,” She said softly and made a show of smiling brightly, fingers running over the sleeve of your gown, pretending to comment on it. “I know that look too well my sister in arms,” You can ‘t help but smile at the honour of her calling you that. “I know because I wore it’s mirror image not that long ago.”

Leaning close she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek she whispered softly making you close your eyes tight to shut out the threat of tears.

“I will see you happy again sister.” She finished, your closed eyes fluttered and missed the furtive glance she gave the door again.

“I’ll be back soon. I just need a moment to myself.” You said leaning back. Seeing her smile and nod, you had walked out.

Closing your eyes you feel the night air cool the sweat beading at your hairline after being in that ballroom. The heady scent of honeysuckle makes you dizzier than the wine at your elbow. The city beyond was quiet at this height, the twinkling lights below like stars. Perhaps you could make your life here now? You would be welcomed for sure. You should stop writing the letters now, let Haldir go, it could never work. He only saw you as a friend, a comrade in arms. Not as a woman, not as an equal in soul.

Perhaps that was for the best, with how short a mortal could live compared to the age that elves did it would be selfish of you to ask for that love from him knowing it would be a blink of his eye and you would be old and grey. That you would be dead and dust and he would have to live on with that grief.

No this would be for the best then. You nodded to yourself and picked up the wine to take a sip. Lost in your own thoughts you never notice the presence of someone approaching behind.

"Hiril vuin," comes a familiar voice from the shadows and you feel your breath hitch. Turning slowly you grip the goblet in your hand till your knuckles hurt, it can't be him? You're tired and thoughts are just added surely?

Silhouetted in the doorway stands a tall broad chested figure. The moonlight catches his features as he takes a step closer and whispers your name.

"Haldir?" You call with a pitiful whisper, praying you were not dreaming.

"Good evening," he says, all shadow and silver light.

You can't help but give an incredulous laugh and confused smile.

"I can't believe it!" You cry with a catch in your voice. "Am I dreaming?" You ask the night air as he moves to stand in front of you.

"I'm very real." he replies, smiling gently. The blond ellon is just as tall and perfect as you remember, dressed in his grey grab as Marchwarden. Reaching out a hand you let your fingertips graze his chest and sweep up to rest on his shoulder. There's a near perceptible shiver that runs through him at the physical contact. He watches you carefully, seemingly finding your giddy wonder amusing.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, still not fully convinced this is a fanciful hallucination brought on by drink and the heat.

He raises a perfect eyebrow and paces a hand on your own that is still on his chest.

“I was invited and I came for an important task.” He responds, his voice low and calming as if to soothe an excitable child. Perhaps that’s what he saw you as. The thought makes the smile slip from your face and you try to pull away but his grip on your hand stops you. You pause and look at him quizzically.

“Important task?” You ask and he nods.

“Yes but now is not the moment to talk of it.”

You press closer to him and let your trapped hand splay across the broad expanse of his chest. You can almost feel the quick thrumming of his heart, perhaps he arrived in a hurry.

“Aragon and the others are inside if it is that important.” You say and his expression gives nothing away. His eyes make you shiver though. The blue you love is a thin ring of silver in the moonlight, blond lashes catch the light like gossamer. This close you fancy you can see your desire for him in your own eyes reflected in his blown out pupils. The black expanse drawing you in.

Your earlier sensible thoughts of moving on from him are promptly forgotten now, you are a mere moth to the radiance that pours off him. It was foolish to ever think you could extract yourself from him.

“Calad nin.” He whispers and his free hand reaches out carefully to touch your shoulder. The meaning of his words are not lost on you, you wonder if he could hear your thoughts about being drawn to his light. For surely he does not feel the same as you do.

“I have missed you.” You confess and the tell of his lips curling slightly makes you want to reach out and trace it. Engrain it in your memory till you can always feel it at your tips.

“As I have missed you.” He replies and the words alone make you grin wildly.

“You have?”

“You doubt me?” He retorts with a quirk of an eyebrow in a mockery of admonishment.

“Never.” You breathe out, a giggle escaping in the process, and fling yourself at him, clutching at him tightly. Your carefully pinned hair is surely a mess but you'll face Molly’s scolding later for wrecking her hard work.

It takes a moment before he responds. A strong arm wraps around you and drags you closer till you’re not sure where you start and he ends. If only it could always be like this. The evening wind whistles against the unforgiving stone as the two of you stand still clutched at each other.

“Did you get my letters?” You ask eventually breathing in his scent. The fresh smell of woodland and sandalwood makes you relax.

“Yes.” He responds, his arm around your waist has moved to the small of your back running his fingertips where your spine is hiding under the corset. Not moving your head you run your fingers over the edge of his robe.

“You never replied.” You say in a small voice you barely recognise as your own. You feel a sense of accomplishment you have kept out the hurt or accusation from the tone.

“When you left,” He started and then with a little protest from you he pulls you back a little so that he could see your face. “I was sent on patrol for a few weeks, you’re letters were passed on to me when they could but,” And he pauses and looks over you from head to toe as if only realising your state of dress.

“You are truly a sight to behold,” He breathes out like a prayer. You grip his arms and feel the heat from your face rush below. Twisting your fingers in the bulky sleeves of his tunic you wet your bottom lip and don’t miss the narrow of his eyes on the action.

“You were saying?” You asked and tugged in his sleeves.

“Yes,” He continues and he looks momentarily embarrassed that he had his previous statement aloud. “I was on patrol till only a few days ago and my own stationary supply was very limited and couldn’t send my replies back,” He releases you a moment and digs into a pocket within the recesses of his robes.

Letting go of his arms you fiddle with the sleeve of your gown as he extracts a bundle. Haldir passes it over to you solemnly like a great treasure and to you it is. Wrapped neatly with a green ribbon is a small stack of envelopes. You take them reverently and hold them in both hands. Your name is written neatly in a precise, strong hand that fits Haldir well.

“You replied.” You say out loud as the doubts and heartbreak of unrequited affection are doused.

“Did you think I would not?” He says and this time there is a tone of reproach to him.

“I- I know how busy you are, important,” You start and he takes a step forward to you as you stare at the bundle of letters not trusting yourself to be able to stop crying in relief if you look at him.

“With responsibilities other than replying to my silly letters.” You choke out and you curse yourself for getting so emotional. His hands are suddenly on your own cupping the letters between you both. The calluses on his fingertips trace up to your wrists causing another flush of heat to pool below.

“Nothing about you is silly.” He tells you and you close your eyes as his thumbs stroke across the pulse in your wrist. Eru, the things the ellon did to you with such a simple touch.

“I feel it at times when it comes to you,” You say softly. “A silly human yearning for your attention.” His hands still and you bite your lip. You’ve gone too far. The hands on your wrist slide with deliberate slow ease, an illicit seductiveness.

“Look at me,” He commands and you lift your head immediately, your breath catches in your throat at his look. Silver hair and intense eyes as he moves a step closer making you tilt your head back to look up at him and keep eye contact.

“There you are,” He speaks and his voice is low like a purr. “I will only say this once, I never want you to put yourself down because you are human.”

You nod softly and bite your lip.

“The things you do to me,” He mutters. “The way you move me,”

One of his hands trails up to your jaw tracing along it. All you can do is let out a soft whimper at the contact. “No one else has been able to do so in all my years, regardless of who or where they were born.” His thumb moves to swipe over your bottom lip.

“But I have only a short number of years Haldir compared to you. If we,” And you pause now not sure how to word your thoughts.

“If we?” He asks provocatively.

“If we are together,” You continue and heat rushes to your face and down below at what that implies and he hums deep in his chest at the word. “How could I sleep with you beside me knowing the inevitability of what will happen to us? Of leaving you begrudgingly alone and I am nothing but bone and dust?” You raise one of your hands to cup his jaw and he leans into it his warm lips as they press against the delicate skin of your inner wrist. Goosebumps ripple along your arm and across your collarbone.

“Has this been troubling you?” He asks and rubs his nose to nuzzle your pulse.

You nod again as his gaze watches you carefully.

“I wish you had spoken to me sooner so I could ease your mind,” He states. “It is the nature of things that we will die.” He states calmly.

“But,” You start.

“Maybe it will be I who dies first.” He interrupts you.

“Haldir, that’s not funny.” You scold but he only looks at you with a flicker of surprise.

“I was trying to flatter you.”

“Flattery is telling me how pretty I look in this dress, not that there’s a chance you will leave me a grieving heartbroken woman.” You retort hotly and he presses his lips to the pounding pulse under your skin and smiles.

“You're breathtaking in that dress.” He corrects you.

“Haldir,” You start and his lips twitch into that smile.

“And when you’re angry,” He adds and you look at him with what can only be exasperation.

“You are not alone with those thoughts, I spent a long time thinking of the exact same thing.’ He continues and the irritation subsides in you.

“And?” You say almost frightened at what his conclusion is.

He still has your hand and leans into its touch, closing his eyes a second seeming to savour it.

“That a life without you would grieve me more,” Haldir speaks softly. “In all my years I have given myself freely to the responsibilities of my position as an older brother then Marchwarden, it is something I will not ever regret,” His eyes open and flick to you and his a chaste brush of his lips to your fingertips he pulls your hand back to the letters you are both still holding. “Till I met you, grew to know you. I have never wanted anything for myself,” You watch his expression shift from contemplative to resolute.

“Neither of us knows the future and how long we have,” Haldir pauses. “But I do know that the future is meaningless without knowing your love. I shall continue to exist but it shall only be that.” He brings both your hands up to rest on his chest above his heart.

“A song does not last forever but to experience it let it live in you is what makes us alive, though we may mourn it’s end,” Haldir leans down so his nose rubs against your own softly and now it’s your turn to close your eyes to savour the action.

“So will you take a chance and let us sing this song of ours together?” He whispers to you and you let your eyes flutter open. It should be intimidating to see his trademark intense gaze but it only makes your lip wobble and eyes fill with hot tears of happiness.

You move one of your hands from his grip and reach up to his jaw, fingers caressing it and watch as it tenses under your touch. You let it linger before following the line of Haldir's throat, his adam's apple bobbing as your fingers touch his jugular. You can feel his own heartbeat race under your skin.

“Yes Haldir.” You answer and his impassive mask breaks as he smiles as though he wasn’t sure you would agree.

“Yes?” He asks and exhales, letting his shoulders drop with a short soft laugh.

“Yes Marchwarden.” You repeat and close your eyes to let out a small giggle as he pulls you against him again. His arm tightens around your waist as he buries his nose in your hair. Your free hand wraps around his neck as you move your face to press a soft kiss to his jaw. Haldir lets out a low sound that vibrates through you and makes your toes curl. Moving slightly he presses his lips to your ear making you tremble.

“You shiver, are you cold?" He asks, his voice low and lilting.

"No it's not the cold that makes me shiver." You say and turn to meet his gaze. Those ice blue eyes are burning and you revel in the fire.

Haldir's arm runs up your back as he mutters words in Sindarin too quickly for you to catch. His hand stops at the nape of your neck before cupping the base of your skull. His breath fans your cheeks and you close your eyes in anticipation of the handsome ellons kiss. Your ellon now, you licked your bottom lip at the realisation.

There was a brief heartbeat before you felt his chapped lips brush against your own. The chaste action made you mewl softly and you felt the low groan from him before he pressed closer. His plush lips unforgiving against your own as you kissed back desperately. Your arm moves to loop around his neck to tug on his long hair and you're rewarded with a grunt and sigh from Haldir as he nips at your bottom lip. Sighing with content you grant him access to your own mouth which he ravishes with the keen precision he does in everything.

You tug on his hair again and let out your own soft moan as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper. Both of you are teeth and tongue as you scrabble for one another. There’s a far away cheering and laughing over the start of a song that startles you both apart.

You try to catch your breath but it’s difficult when you're tangled with Haldir in his vice-like grip. He’s gazing at you again with a softness that makes your chest feel like it will burst.

“If this is a dream don’t wake me.” You state to the universe and Haldir's lip curls slightly softening his usual steely expression.

"It should be I who asks if you are the dream." He finishes.

"Why is that?" You say, your fingers moving from his hair to graze his jaw.

"Standing in the moonlight is how I often dream of you." He murmurs and nuzzles against your cheek.

“And tell me, what do we do in these dreams, Marchwarden?” You tease and let out a breathy laugh as he lets out a shaky exhale.

“I would rather show you dearest.” He mutters his voice dark and delicious as his arm moves so his fingers hold your hip tight.

The sound of laughing and music fades back in again interrupting

“Maybe we should wait till we’re sure we won’t be interrupted?” You ask your throat going dry at the thought of being alone and playing out your own dreams with him. You hear him agree and press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips.

Pulling back from each other you run a hand over your hair to try and see if it can be saved and do a half hearted attempt at fixing it. You had all you needed now, you could stand to play a little loose with propriety. Smoothing your gown down, you glance up to see him standing watching you with what only could be described as wolfishness that sent your pulse racing again. You reached up and smoothed his own hair and gasped as he grabbed your wrist.

“Haldir?” You ask as he presses his lips against your wrist again.

“Your pulse flutters like a bird.” He states calmly.

“And who’s fault is that?” You accuse him which only makes him smile longingly at you.

“I shall bear the responsibility, I apologise I needed something to sustain me a while till we could be alone again.” He reports so matter of factly it makes you grin.

“And when shall I have time to read your replies my dearest?” You laugh and Haldir pauses a moment.

“That was the important matter I came here to discuss.” He tells you calmly and you frown.

“What is it?” You ask concerned. He steps closer again and brushes the back on his fingers against your hand which you immediately turn your own hand to clutch on to.

“On a desperate matter of if you should feel ready to return with me.” He whispers softly, leaning down so he is eye level with you.

“Return to Lórien?” You ask with a quiet excitement as he nods.

“To return home meleth nin.” He says and watches your reaction. You blink a moment as the words sink in.

Home.

Hot tears fall immediately but Haldir is already holding your face gently and wiping them away with his thumbs.

“Meleth nin?” He asks all serious and alarm. You can’t help but give a gasping laugh which makes him relax again.

“Of course I shall you silly ellon,” You mutter and close your eyes as he kisses you again though softly as if to remind himself you are truly saying those words. “I love you after all.” You confess and you feel his smile against your lips.

“I love you too.” He whispers then says something soft in Sindarian which you need no translation for.

A loud applause erupts from inside as the music finishes.

“We should go back inside, I need to speak to Eowyn,” You say and pull back holding his hand to trail after you to the inside door. Pausing, you look at him, grinning wide and ecstatic.

“I shall tell her I am needed and will be going home soon.” You explain with a mock primness. He glances down and in the moonlight you swear it almost seems he is blushing.

“Yes, you are very much needed.” He agrees with such solemnity. But even in this light you can see his telltale twitch of lips.

“After all, I have important correspondence to catch up on.” You murmur with a happy smile as you press the letters close to your heart.

Haldir smiles warmly and presses a kiss to your hand before letting go and stepping close.

“I shall clear another bookcase at home for them all meleth nin.” He whispers with a smile.

#haldir #haldir x reader #lord of the rings #haldir fanfiction #lotr fanfic

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mint-yooxgi · 3 months

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I just finished reading the first part of Hotel California and I need to say it: you are just calling it "yandere" for clickbait.

The only chapter that really feels like a yandere story is the first one, maybe the second one a bit.

Tf is all this narrative of "we are equals" and "you don't own me"? You know you have a BAD yandere when it don't terrify the reader and the characters. If I'm reading yandere shit I want to scared, I want to see the characters be scared and disgusted. The whole yandere thing is a horror trope and in my opinion it should stay that way.

A yandere isn’t just a love interest who’s a bit possessive or overprotective, it’s a HORROR TROPE of a violently jealous character.

Oh sweetie, don't come into MY ask box, on ANON, and tell ME about what is or isn't acceptable as to how to write a yandere. I can clearly tell you have a very shallow understanding of what yandere actually entails, and I actually feel sorry for you that you believe the only way a yandere can be written is if they're abusive assholes towards their love interest.

Here's a helpful link on all the different characterizations of yanderes to help you out, since you seem quite lost. And aggressive at that.

Please focus on the subheading of "Types of Yanderes", I think that will greatly help. Specifically the subcategory on obsession. I think that'll be very eye opening for you.

Not all yanderes are going to be violent towards their love interests. That doesn't make them a 'good' or 'poorly written' character. It all depends on what the writer wants, and what fits the story. You don't have to like the character, but you shouldn't shit on an author because it's not a character you wanted to see, or they're not written how YOU wanted. Close the book/tab/page, or whatever you're reading on, and move along.

Don't you fucking DARE come onto MY blog and tell me how I SHOULD or SHOULDN'T be writing MY OWN FUCKING CHARACTERS.

If you didn't like it, click away. It's not that hard. You don't need to send such aggressive and downright RUDE messages on ANON. Tumblr is free. My writing is free. You know what I didn't ask for, though? Your shitty opinion.

Maybe educate yourself on the different types of yanderes before you come into MY ask box, on MY blog, of which I've been writing and researching this trope for almost TEN FUCKING YEARS NOW, before you spew some dumb shit.

Also, you know horror isn't all just slasher violence and abuse, right? You know what else falls under the horror category?

PSYCHOLOGICAL! WOO!

Here's another wiki page on just how many horror genres there are. Thought this might be helpful to you as well!

And that's not even to mention yandere is technically part of the ROMANCE trope.

Can't wait until you find out Misa Amane from Death Note is a yandere. You might faint!

There are plenty of fics where the love interest gets abused and torn apart by the yandere in question. This is not one of them. Go get off somewhere else, your high horse isn't that high.

#ask #good fucking day anon #if you come into my ask box with this kind of attitude #expect to receive it back tenfold #fuck off with this shit #I don't have time for this

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pourcap · 11 months

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thoughts: kr chapter 14

Damen spent two fruitless hours with Nikandros trying to plot a course (...), until Laurent wandered in and outlined a plan so outrageous that Damen had said yes with the feeling that his mind was splitting apart. how much pleasure do you think laurent got out of damen going with his plan instead of nikandros'?

(...) the young, triple-crowned Pallas, Lazar, who had whistled at him, (...) i would like a pallas x lazar spinoff

(...) Damen tried not to think too deeply about the reasons why Laurent thought it necessary to bring a physician. i reread chapter 13 and honestly i wouldn't be surprised if damen was worried about injury while laurent was planning for something else, like jokaste said: "he has his own plans." idk what he's expecting to happen but maybe the 'outrageous plan' and paschal being with them means more? ugh no idea

(...) ‘I see. My wife is the leverage for my good behaviour?’ ‘That’s right,’ said Laurent. is it just me or is easily admitting to something not really characteristic of laurent? i want to know how he said it. was it just "that's right" or was it "that's right" with a glint of "you're so dumb" flickering in his eyes? every chapter i read i think of that one part in book 1 (i think??) where damen tells laurent he doesn't think laurent does anything without ten different motives (that's me paraphrasing obv, i can't remember the exact words :/)

Damen dropped the pitcher. stop

Laurent’s arms were bare. His throat was bare. His collarbone was bare, and most of his thighs, his long legs, and all of his left shoulder. Damen stared at him. horny damen is back!!!! <3333

Laurent sat down. (...) It was even shorter sitting down. he's not even listening, is he?

'Yes. Sorry,’ said Damen. And then: ‘What were you saying?“ lmao i loooove damen so much

They had only twelve soldiers. Twelve-ish, amended Damen, thinking of Paschal and Guion. let me repeat that: i love damen (and his sass)

of course nikandros disagrees. remember when laurent asked damen if he thought nikandros would like him? i guess we all know the answer lol (maybe someday ☻)

'I wish to restate my strong objection,’ said Nikandros. ‘It’s noted,’ said Damen. I LOOOVE DAMEN

Even so, Damen heard himself saying. ‘You can’t just barge in on—’ ‘Open the wagon,’ said the Captain, ignoring him. if only this dude knew who he's really speaking to

also how are they getting out of this lol

Laurent stepped out of the wagon, (...). He said, ‘How did you convince Jokaste to play along with the guards?’ ‘I didn’t,’ said Laurent. no way

He tossed the wad of blue silk in his hands to one of the soldiers to dispose of, then shrugged into his jacket in a rather mannish gesture. IN A RATHER MANNISH GESTURE

laurent is so hot

i'm so sorry but he's literally so hot

"Don't think about it too much,' said Damen. can you believe how far laurent and damen have come? the easy acceptance of each other's personalities, the appreciation for how much they've helped and will continue to help each other by one person making up for what the other lacks, the absence of judgement? and just, in general, how well they know each other by now? i just love them. i love them.

Laurent held out his hand to escort her back from the supply wagon into the main wagon, a bored Veretian gesture. Her eyes had the same bored look as she took his hand. ‘You’re lucky we’re alike,’ she said, stepping down. They looked at one another like two reptiles. i imagine nikandros staring at damen right now and i know exactly what his face would look like

(...) ‘I’ll be swift, and I’ll take our best rider with me.’ ‘That’s me,’ said Laurent, wheeling his horse. i just think they're very sexy

'The undergrowth was thinner when I was a boy.’ ‘Or you were.' stop flirting omg (jk pls go on)

damen constantly thinking about all the nice places he wants to take laurent and the people he wants to introduce him to and the memories he wants to make with him... it's doing things to me. he's so in love. they're so in love. <3

'You left the dress in the wagon,’ said Damen. ‘Thank you, I do have other ways of getting past a sentry.' yay more flirting!

'You’re late,’ said Damen. ‘I brought you a souvenir.’ Laurent tossed Damen an apricot. Damen could feel the quiet exultation of Laurent’s men, while the Akielons looked a little dazed. laurenttttt (i said that with a squeal)

‘Is this how you do things in Vere?’ ‘You mean effectively?’ said Laurent. (...) lauuuureeeennttttt <33333 (he's so cute and i love him and i know damen's competency kink just flared up again but can laurent pls stop needling nikandros lol)

(...) Earlier, Laurent had tossed Damen his bedroll and said, ‘Unpack this,’ and Pallas had almost challenged him to a duel for the insult. (...) imagine if pallas knew even half of all that happened between damen and laurent lol. also it's not like damen is a perfect gentleman but, you know. i appreciate the loyalty (and love pallas)

Damen poured a shallow cup of wine and passed it to the soldier beside him (Pallas), and there was a long silence in which Pallas stood obviously garnering every piece of courage that he had to reach out and take it. damen is so good to his men; i love that he knows pallas meant well, so this is a nice gesture. also, bc it's just impossible to ignore: damen is so hot.

Laurent strolled up to the impasse, threw himself down on the log next to Damen, and in an expressionless voice launched into the story of the brothel adventure that had earned him the blue dress, which was so unabashedly filthy it made Lazar blush, and so funny it had Pallas wiping his eyes. (...) i just got super emotional bc remember when in the beginning of book 2, damen told laurent he needed to bond with his men in a way that wasn't just manipulation and laurent said he didn't have time for that? i love that it's happening now, and has of course been happening for a while, but that laurent is coming more out of his shell and actually enjoying himself now and then.

Pallas did a decent impression of Paschal’s riding. Lazar watched Pallas with lazy admiration. It wasn’t the impression he was admiring. Damen bit into the apricot. 1) i will read all the lazar x pallas fics there are. 2) damen always noticing the soldiers flirting is so funny to me. first jord and aimeric, now these two

laurent and damen lying side by side under the stars ahhhhh

'You smell of horse,’ said Damen. ‘It’s how I got past the dog.' whyyyy am i so emotional? can you believe i'm crying over damen saying laurent smells lol

'You want me wandering around the Akielon countryside naked at night?’ And then, ‘You smell just as much of horse as I do.’ ‘More,’ said Damen. He was smiling. he was smiling !!!! and i am crying now :)

'They’re Artesian. Aren’t they? From the old empire, Artes. They say it used to span both our countries.' bring it back! bring back artes!

Damen heard himself say it. ‘There’s a summer palace in Ios outside the capital. (...)' His pulse beat with uncharacteristic nerves, so that he felt almost shy. ‘When all this is over . . . we could take horses and stay a week in the palace.’ (...) He felt Laurent holding himself carefully, and there was a strange pause. After a moment, Laurent said, softly, ‘I’d like that.’ you know how i just said i was crying? i am sobbing now :) damen and laurent both being shy and cute and in love and full of yearning for peace and happiness 😭 I love them so much 😭

that was such a good chapter :')

#i genuinely loved this #capri #captive prince #damen #laurent #damen of akielos #damianos #damianos of akielos #laurent of vere #lamen

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green-alien-turdz · 3 months

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any life tips for someone still in school(school tips or not)

really mfin struggling n your real smart so i figured id ask you first

Ion know if I'm the best person to be askin life advice from, but I'll do my best. Also I suck with mildly vague prompts, so I'll do my best.

-Give yourself some mfing grace. You are not perfect n you won't ever be. That's not a bad thing! You're only human. Of course, set goals for yourself n always aim for somethin greater, but holy fuck, it's okay to not meet that. At the end of the day, you fuckin tried n that's all that matters. Even if the only effort you can put into tryin one day is just showin up or even just plannin shit out, it's a step towards bein better. You don't have to meet all of these unrealistic expectations you have for yourself. You are not a robot.

-Take breaks. Legit, if you keep pushin yourself too hard, you WILL burn out n the longer you've been pushin yourself, the longer you will take to get outta that. People will spend years thinkin that they have to constantly be this machine. Eventually you'll start to stumble, get mad, push even harder n then fade out. It can happen in the blink of an eye, which is why it's SO important to take time for yourself. Make sure you're not stressin 24/7 about whatever it is you be stressin over. The world will not end bczus you needed to catch your breath.

-Appreciate what n who you are, no matter what stage in your life you're at. If you're flunking classes, you've still got greatness in ya. If you aren't that great at socializin with friends n shit rn, that doesn't mean you're a terrible person. We can't always be what we want to be, n there's nothin wrong with that. Every second you are alive, you are growin in one way or another. There's ups n downs, but that doesn't mean shit. You are gonna be way harder on yourself n think 10x worse of everything you do that just about anyone else would. n even if there is some dickhead out there who wants to talk shit non-stop about you, fuck what they think, man. If some sad mf has nothin better to do than to put others down, then their word don't mean shit. There are times in life where you won't like what you see lookin back at you n if you're ready to change, go for it, but if you need a minute, that's okay too.

-Make an effort to see the good. Whether you're really strugglin rn or if you're in a good position mentally, always take a second to just appreciate anythin that is good. It can be the smallest things! They can be stupid things, it doesn't matter. Find some sort of positive anchor to keep you as grounded as you can be. Life treatin you like shit n you feel like shit? At least I know that this show or movie I really like exists. Did you lose someone? Well at least you had them for the time that you did. So on n so forth. Sometimes you just gotta step outside n breathe, allow yourself to just realize that you're alive. It might not be great, or good, or even okay, but you're here n there are good things out there for you.

Okay, now some like actual life tips lol

-You are not your grades bro. Whether it be your parents expectations or your own, the way schools gradin works just doesn't always align with how a mf might work n operate. Sometimes we just mess up a bit too or don't understand a topic all too well n there's nothin wrong with that. It just seems like a big deal bcuz of how they like to measure n quantify how smart they think you are with a letter or number. You're not gonna get everythin in life, so it's complete bs that something that you maybe just needed more time on can have a shitty score slapped on it n have you made to feel dumb n shit like that.

-If you can get a job n want one, then fuckin do it. Apply everywhere. Even if it's somethin you don't think you'd be good at, trust me, you'll pick it up. The rejection can suck, but you get right back on the mf horse n apply more places. Call or go in to check in on your application (this just reminds them sometimes to fuckin look). Interviews can be nervewrackin, but for a minimum wage job, they'll legit be around 10-15 minutes (n that's stretchin it for some). When you get the job, you will probably feel like a dumbass or a child bcuz you don't know how to do shit yet- but give it a few weeks n you could do everythin with your fuckin eyes closed. They are not gonna treat you what your worth n it's gonna suck. Hours are long when you need more time for school n non existent when you need cash. If it doesn't work, that's fine too. Hopefully you can stay at jobs for at least a year, that shows commitment on resumes.

-Don't allow yourself to be walked all over. I know this kinda goes against some of what I was sayin in the work tip, but that's slightly different (but there comes a point there too where you need to put your foot down to bein treated like garbage). This world will try n chew you up n spit you out a hundred times over, but don't let stupid mfs be the ones to do it. That friend who kinda treats you like shit? Well, talk to them about it, see if they change. n if they don't, end the friendship. Yeah it sucks, especially bcuz you probably still care about them, but if you allow even one mf to treat you n your feelings like some useless or disposable thing, then others will take the same opportunity with you. It's not always that simple, trust me, I still have people in my life that have done horrific things to me which I still allow to treat me like shit- but if you can, please bring yourself to do it. You are worth so much more than how some people might treat you. Even if this isn't an issue in your life rn, there will be people along the way who will be douches n try to take advantage of you or your generosity or whatever the fuck else. Shut that shit down as fast as you can.

#asks #dude i'm hella scatter brained rn so i had to cut this off #if you had specific tips you wanted lmk #i don't think this is what you were even askin for #i just can't think clearly #sorry #i hope things start lookin up for you dude

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caernys · 10 months

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i only dream (when i'm lying down)

relationship: spencer reid x reader, romantic pairing (part two)

summary: you're an agent of the violent crimes division of the fbi and you’ve fallen in love with spencer reid.

notes: also posted on my AO3 account, kitkat_katsuki

trigger warnings: vague mention of a dead body, and guns

part one -> part two

spencer reid was an anomaly and he knew it. he was used to being the smartest person in the room, a mysterious kid with an iq that could rival einstein’s– and he loved it. there was a certain rush that came from thinking circles around someone, being able to calculate equations with his mind. there were downsides, of course, but this is how he was put on this earth and he was going to make the best of it.

what was the use of hiding a mind that could remember anything? dumbing himself down to tend to others’s egos and adhere to normal standards? spencer reid was anything but normal, and he knew it.

another anomaly: spencer reid had trouble with women. morgan would tell you that that was anything but an anomaly, but morgan could get a date by handcuffing himself to a table and letting people line up.

contrary to popular belief, spencer reid knows how to talk to women. he knows how to talk to them once he’s comfortable, and then it comes easy, but spencer reid does not get comfortable easy.

he supposes it’s from his horror story of a highschool experience, but everytime he opens his mouth he finds himself on guard, closed off and wary. logically, he knows that there’s an extremely low chance that a random girl he meets at a club with the team will strip him naked and tie him to a flag pole, but he can’t help but worry about it. just a little bit.

the chance is never zero.

(also, he deals with the absolute worst part of humanity for a living, and grabriella kingston and her crazy psychopathic pole tendencies seem to pop up in every third person he meets. he’s allowed to employ a little caution, damn it.)

so when he’s following penelope, who’s tearing out of her apartment and running down the stairs, he can’t help but think about what he’s going to say to the woman on the security feed that penelope had pulled up on her computer.

the women who had shot penelope’s almost-killer, jar of peanut butter cookies in her right hand and a gun in her left, hands steady and eyes cold.

she was beautiful.

spencer had a few issues talking with beautiful women, because beautiful women looked like gabriella kingston, and gabriella kingston lured him to a football field and stripped him naked and tied him to a pole.

and it was exactly because of those ever present issues that the first words he said to you were, “did you know that cows and horses only dream when they sleep lying down?”

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the first thing you did after firing the shot was drop your gun and put your hands in the air. you weren’t stupid enough to keep holding a gun in an fbi building while wearing civilian clothes. your badge was in the back pocket of your jeans, so you slowly moved to set the cookies down and turn around, hands still clasped behind your head.

“there’s a badge in my pocket,” you said, motioning slightly to the left one with an outstretched elbow. “i’m fbi. violent crimes.”

the man behind you, who had pulled a gun from a desk drawer pretty much as soon as you had fired the shot, slowly approached.

“which pocket?”

“left.”

his hand pulled lightly on the edge of the pocket, the cold metal of his gun nosing into the your lower back. you waited while he flipped to your id picture, then flicked the whole thing to the shivering analyst who still looked slightly ill.

he examined it, pecked a few keys on the laptop, and gave a quick, jerky nod to the man. he lowered his gun.

you shifted your weight to your right foot, then solely lowered your hands. the man stepped around from behind you and outstretched his hand. you didn’t take it.

he let it hang there for a few moments before his fingers curled into a slightly exasperated fist and he dropped his arm to his side. his lips pulled slightly down at the corners, and he moved to hook his thumbs in the pockets of his slacks.

“i already know your name, but i’m hotch. you didn’t need to step in back there.”

oh, go to hell.

“yeah.” you step past him, wrap your hands around the jar of peanut butter cookies. your eyes flick over the body laying on the floor. okay— maybe it hadn’t been your finest moment. but for all “hotch” knows, you’d probably just saved his stupid life.

“you just executed a man!” hotch snapped, and you kept moving, not turning around. if he wanted, you could cite the exact bylaw in the fbi regulations that allowed you to take down an armed and clearly crazy man threatening agents inside the building. besides— you’d have to do the paperwork, not him.

you dropped the peanut butter cookies on the nearest flat surface and resolved to text penelope their approximate location as soon as you were downstairs. you took the long way across the room, neatly avoiding the sprawled corpse that was starting to leak on the carpet.

maybe you should stay and clean that up.

hotch was still yelling, and you were still moving. you were halfway out the door and going strong when something collided agasint you.

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the flying object (that you had noted and catalogued while it was still hurtling at the speed of neon colors and boas five feet away) was penelope. you maneuvered her agasint your body and back through the front entrance where she’d come, blocking her view of the body.

there was no need to further upset her.

not that penelope couldn’t handle it, of course— penelope was one of the strongest people you knew. but just becuase she could didn’t mean she had to.

just like you techinically could try austin’s gravy that she had devised from the depths of hell, but you didn’t have to. something which you had made abundantly clear.

the familiar weight of her in your arms was both comforting and refreshing. the assault of colors and the warm hug briefly drew your attention, but you could clearly see dr. spencer reid standing behind her.

spencer reid was your white whale. you say that never having read moby dick and not truly understanding the metaphor, but the sentient was there:

your elusive arch-nemesis.

the little goal that you used to dream of surpassing.

the goal you had surpassed.

the man in the stupid patterned little suit that no self-respecting doctor would wear to a charity ball. (even if it was kind of cute.)

spencer reid.

he’s cute. his fair flops almost frantically around his face, and he has a rather nervous energy around him.

you open your mouth to greet him, but he beats you to the punch:

“did you know that cows and horses only dream when they sleep lying down?”

you can’t help it. you laugh. reid looks minorly crushed for the few seconds it take you to say:

“yeah, i did. but that’s an article from a few years ago, dr. reid. they just published an update with a rather fascinating dissection of the involved rem cycles.”

penelope giggles in your arms and you push them out to examine her. “you okay?”

she looks a little frayed around the edges but nods and leans forward to nip lightly at your mouth. you smile and lean back on your toes, moving subtly out of her reach.

so maybe you wanted to look slightly available for doctor reid. so what?

reid bounces forward eagerly, shoves his fingers out for a handshake, then aborts halfway through and stumbles a little in his haste to return his hand to his pocket.

normally, you would’ve introduced yourself, but the adrenaline rush from the confrontation with the gunman has faded and the restless night you had yesterday is catching up with you.

penelope seems to notice, and starts to guide you to the elevator, looking harshly back at hotch’s cough of protest. spencer waves after you.

“i’ll see you later, then?” he asks, and you look over your shoulder.

“definitely.”

#Spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #no yn #x reader #Spencer reid #im making stuff up again #Spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 1 year

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He hasn't been himself

What -- we're still in S02E05 Chupacabra, and Daryl gets some stitches (courtesy of you), T-Dog teases you about calling that mangy hick so many pet-names, and you come face to face with your big brother Shane's descent into something that you're afraid of you don't recognize.

Relationships/ is there fluff? -- yes! found-family fluff and slowww-burn Daryl x Reader fluff

Perspective - 2nd you, 3rd Daryl at the end

When - right after Spell your last name, please. when Daryl is getting some medical attention after his very rough, hell of a day

Pronouns - neutral, y'all

TWs - some language, and light discussion of giving sutures (stitches), and Daryl's significant scarring (the result of child abuse) is mentioned

I always do my assigned reading, what chapters will help with context? XD -- all of them muahahahaha Start with souls stripped bare, then the Invisible, tugging strings Part 1 and Part 2, then of course Spell your last name, please.

is there a crappy screenshot of the mangy hick? -- yes, you'll be embarrassed on my behalf.

Masterlist -- Official One here, purely chronological one here :)

Have fun and happy reading!

You

Because Maggie and everyone else but Hershel and Rick are leaving the room, you use your uninjured side to take over maintaining pressure on Daryl's head wound.

That he wanted specifically you to stay made that strange, invisible string on your chest tug more. And that you had to curl your arm gently around him so you could press the rag down properly didn’t escape your notice. Neither was the way his hand just brushed against yours to take over for you.

While you’re waiting for the tugging string to give it a rest, Patricia mumbles to you that she’ll come back in to help clean Daryl’s head once Hershel gives the okay.

“Daryl, is this about what you found?” Rick asks.

“Hell yeah it is.”

More quietly, he wants to know “Would it be alright if Shane and Carol came in, too, or is it better if it’s just Shane?”

You think he means if what Daryl had to tell him was good or bad news regarding Sophia.

“You and Shane seem to be a package deal,” Daryl grunts in response.

“Like a BOGO sale,” is your unhelpful, dumb comment to yourself followed by a more helpful, “Oh snap, doc, his second bag is empty already,” when you see his IV fluids are drained again.

A blunt, “Remove it and bandage him,” answers that. “The wax for the needle point is in my kit.” Mr. Greene’s patience gauge is pointing to the E, that much is plain.

While you’re busy taking out the IV catheter (guess what!—this time you did the venipuncture and IV setup! You can do that now!) and pressing a gauze pad to the site, Rick lets your brother in.

Shane seems kinda terse when he hands over the search map and squats on the little ottoman.

Rick places the map on the bed in front of Daryl, then kneels down to face him.

Before anything is said, Mr. Greene points to the bloodied rag that Daryl is not pressing down like you’d directed. “Are you able to maintain firm, constant pressure, or will Rick have to assist you?”

“I can hold a rag,” he responds back in that…unpleasant way he’s got.

You make a face at him. Rudeness is bad enough, but 1.) rudeness to the host, 2.) to the host who’s offering medical care, and 3.) whose horse he’d stolen borrowed without asking and now lost, and 4.) who is about to teach you stitching, and 5.) was using/had used a ton of his own stock of medical supplies? Who 6.) also just lost a man he considered family because of helping your group, like dude?

Daryl. Use a tablespoon of that gentleness you got in there.

Hershel looks at you, and you hope he sees the apology in your eyes.

“Y/N, if you’re going to observe,” he begins, pulling the towel off Daryl’s back and putting it aside. “Wash your hands again with me in the chlorhexidine solution and position yourself on this edge of the bed, there.”

It sucks that you’re all out of gloves. You’ll have to add that to the supply list, along with IV fluid if possible. Fortunately, there was enough chlorhexidine as well as iodine to sanitize, plus the leftover doxycycline but don’t get you started on how that’s unsafe antibiotic use, there’s only so much you can do.

Under his breath, Hershel explains, “We used the clamp and forceps during the boy’s emergency, but they aren’t sterilized. Stitches are best done with a clamp, but as you can see, it will be just our fingers today.”

Thankfully, you have clamps in the med-bag, you’ll donate one.

“Shane, in the med bag, there's a small bag with blue stripes, in it are two clamps,” you call over. “Grab one for me?”

“Swirl it in the solution first,” Mr. Greene requests. “Y/N, did you observe the two times you were stitched, and when Theodore had his?”

“Not the first time.” You shake your head. “But I did watch when Teddy got his, when you did Carl’s, and when Miss Patricia redid mine earlier.”

“She what?” your brother cuts in.

You idiot, Y/N.

“Y/N, what happened that you got stitched up again?”

You’d not told him on purpose. It’s not like you did anything wrong in not telling him, but you immediately feel overheated and guilty as if you had.

You reach out to accept the clamp from him. “Yeah, she checked them earlier,” you do your best to reply in a way that would imply it as being a routine course of action. That didn't count as a lie, right?

Mr. Greene to the rescue: “Y/N, watch what I do, then copy it on your own when I say. I’ll guide you along.” He holds up a small packet. “This is called a swaged needle. There's no eye, the thread is part of the needle. An ordinary straight needle can be used, likewise regular thread, in an emergency, but ideally a curved and swaged is best for obvious reasons. Cleanliness would be a concern, for one.” He opens the packet, points to Daryl’s side.

You sit where he asks and look at Daryl’s wound.

Hershel continues: “We’ll do a simple continuous stitch, the pattern is straightforward. If Daryl pops them, then I suppose you’ll learn how to do interrupted suturing. It’s time-consuming, but more secure.”

That your eyes travel down Daryl’s back again isn’t intentional, but there they get stuck, the same way your eyes had gotten stuck staring at it earlier when you’d helped remove his shirt.

The poor man.

What you thought you saw earlier, back at the house, was correct. Scars. Very big ones.

It looks like the tattoos he’s got on his upper back are partially to cover/distract from some of them on the more visible places up near his shoulders and neck.

A lot more money for a lot more ink would’ve been needed to try concealing the rest of what that person did, those scars were very thick and wide. And no, an accident would not have made such specific scarring, unfortunately, how those got there had to have been deliberate. Scattered all around were cigarette burns, too, some in patterns.

Statistically, it was probably a parent or parental figure.

Mr. Greene’s hand passes over your line of vision as he calls your name. You blink out of it, see his finger wag as if to say ‘don’t look at them anymore.’

After wiping your eyes with your forearm so as to not contaminate your hands, he points to the spot and nods once. “Daryl, I’m going to begin. It will pinch, then burn. Stay still.”

You cringe as the needle goes in. The invisible string tugs when you see Daryl’s breathing pattern hitch and his muscles clench in discomfort. Your stomach tells your eyes to look away when the skin tugs as the needle exits and the thread is lightly pulled.

“Then use the tool to gently bring it across like so,” Mr. Greene murmurs, “going slowly with the thread.” He does two more, then pauses. “Alright, now take over.”

Already?

“Rest in peace, bud,” you joke, whether to ease Daryl or yourself. It’s an insane blessing you have the doxycycline, is all you’re saying.

Slowly you thread the needle, as smoothly as you can. You use a low angle to pull it all through and gently hold the skin down to reduce how much it pulls…oh my gosh, you’re giving sutures right now. “You have my leave to cuss me out if it’s hurtin’ too bad.”

“Ain’t nothing.”

“There’s that phrase, dude,” you quietly tease, focused on closing the wound and Mr. Greene’s silent guidance.

Daryl must be doing okay (or is toughing it out like a champ), because he starts to talk to Rick. “Right around here is where I saw the doll, see where the creek bends there?”

“Was it on top of the ridge, or down by the creekbed?”

“Creekbed, right near a waterfall. Spotted it from up top.”

“Was there a little camp or any tracks?”

“None that I saw. My guess is she was thirsty, but got her feet stuck in the mud and needed both hands to get out. Or somethin’ made her run again.” He stops pressing the rags to his head to look at the bleeding for a quick second.

Shane speaks up. “You run into any walkers by that spot there?”

“Yeah.”

“How many.” Not really a question.

You lose your focus for a moment, hearing his tone and being disappointed and a little frightened by it, so you pause the suturing. Breathe slowly and bite your tongue.

“Why? They friends of yours?” Daryl tosses at him, completely unphased even if dickish. You’re on his side with this one. “They wouldn’t have been a problem if I wasn’t stuck on my back with a bolt stickin’ out of me.”

Shane raises his eyebrows as if to say “See? Told you,” then licks his teeth but doesn’t say anything other than: “Yeah, so I just wanna be realistic about this. Think we all do.”

“Daryl, I’m all ears,” jumps in Rick, ever the decent human being diplomat. “Can you tell us more?”

Mr. Greene taps you and directs you to get back to it.

Daryl tells Rick, “I’m thinkin’ the doll flowed downstream a ways after the rains yesterday, see the area closer to the road, there? I’d check around there.”

“I’ll take some people there tomorrow.”

“Not now?”

“Sun’s going down.”

Without looking up as you resume your work, you know Daryl will understand. His own words were 'Out in the dark’s no good.'

Rick then points to the map. “This spot here?”

Daryl hums in agreement and nods at wherever he’d showed him. “She must have dropped it crossin’ there somewhere.”

Rick looks back at your older brother and tells him “Cuts the grid almost in half,” as if it were a plea.

And just as you and Mr. Greene finish stitching him back up, Daryl grates in the most unattractive way possible, “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

Rick whips out his skill at de-escalation again. As poor Hershel has to quickly remind you to snip the suture from remaining thread in the packet (you legit forgot, so he does it for you), Rick turns the focus on the patient. “How’s he looking?”

“I had no idea we’d be going through the antibiotics so quickly.”

Fair enough.

Hershel then washes his hands again, so you do the same. “Any idea what happened to my horse?” he then states more than questions, in the way you might confront a teenager who left their dirty clothes on the kitchen floor after sports practice.

And God save him, that mangy hick has no shame. Caught red-handed, he still yips like a grumpy little coonhound, “Yeah, the one who almost killed me? If it’s smart, it left the country.”

You either just huffed, tutted, scoffed, groaned, or made all four at once. RIP invisible, tugging string.

Mr. Greene’s response implies his generosity, which makes you feel shame on Daryl’s behalf all the more. “We call that one Nelly. As in Nervous Nelly. I could have told you she’d throw you if you’d bothered to ask.”

Your friend says nothing back. He stays quiet, and simply twists onto his back and starts spacing out at the ceiling, pressing the rag to his head and looking as if he feels very small and very tired.

His eyes close—and you remember that he’s just been through hell and back. He almost died how many times today?

As annoyed and on-guard as he is, Mr. Greene was offering him due kindness and patience when he didn’t get overly short with him.

Still, the way the older gentleman next chides in the most graciously Southern way possible, “It’s a wonder you people have survived this long,” strikes you as having such dry comedic timing that now you’re the only one cracking up in a room full of uncomfortable people.

It doesn’t stay full of uncomfortable people for long; Shane and Rick see themselves out.

When the door opens, you spot Lori in her worried-position (on the floor with her knees curled toward her chest). As she leaps up from the floor to see Rick, you give her a little wave before the door is once more shut.

Quiet and stillness passes over the room. You breathe out. Breathe in.

Okay, it's probably just about time to clean up and bandage Daryl’s head.

You turn to see him still laying there on his back, eyes still closed. By the looks of it, he wanted to cover up; he’s pulled the side of the quilt over his stomach. You take the towel you’d used to give him some modesty earlier and gently drape it over his exposed abdomen.

But your big brother’s voice sounds through the door before you can do anything else.

The beginning of whatever he said, you don’t catch, but it doesn’t matter. You hear enough. “…Hershel on this one. Can’t keep goin’ out there, not after this.”

Rick is saying something back, but his voice is softer and you can’t make out as much of it. “Daryl” “risked,” and “first, hard evidence” gives you the gist, as does Shane’s response to him:

“That’s one way to look at it. Way I see it, Daryl almost died today for a doll.”

“Yeah, I know the way you see it.” Rick’s footsteps then fade down the hall.

On the other side of the door, your pulse thumps in your ears. Your breathing is faster than it should be.

Shaney still has that little girl written off?

“Y/N,” Mr Greene calls from the bedside.

Before you calm yourself down enough to turn to help Hershel, your brother starts talking again.

He’s whispering, but it’s still recognizable enough that you hear every word. “I’m not out to be a hard case, just bein’ realistic. He’s just gotta start making the tough calls.”

Shane's speaking to Lori, then?

His footsteps are moving down the hall, and you quietly open the door in time to hear him mutter, “You know I’m right.”

Door now open, your fist grips the knob and doesn’t let go.

“I may not agree with all his choices, but I respect him,” Lori states.

With all she's got going on, she shouldn’t have to deal with how much Shane has changed for the worse. In fact, in your gut you don't want your brother even near her, now that you know they’d been intimate. And that she’s pregnant…

You miss her first few words, but do hear “Your way isn’t harder, it’s…it’s the easiest thing in the world to cut our losses and to not help. You keep telling yourself you’re making the tough calls, you’re really just trying to justif—”

He cuts her off by mumbling, “—The only thing I care about now in this world is Y/N, you and Carl. So I, apologize if I appear to be insensitive to the needs of others, but see, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the three of you safe.”

His words aren't a put-on, that's what alarms you. You know what smooth or schmoozy Shane sounds like; but that there was genuine.

Lori calmly shakes her head and walks toward him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Even abandoning a lost child?” she prompts. “Really?”

She sounds like she expects Shane to snap out of it and think better on it. To remember his goodness.

But.

To the woman that his best friend since childhood married, and in the context of not caring about a missing, abused child, your brother instead tilts his head and offers Lori a small grin.

He’s…he just flirted with her.

Lori takes a step back.

Her back tightens, her head bows slightly. “My son and I are not your problem anymore. Or your excuse." She turns away. "As for Y/N, they’d be horrified to hear y—” she cuts off as you loose your grip on the doorknob, making noise, causing her to finally notice you standing there.

“You’re right, Lore, they would be,” you drawl, voice soft. “Sh-Shane, get out.”

Whatever he starts responding with, you don’t give a fuck, your softness vanishes as you growl back, “Get. Out.”

You link your good arm into Lori’s and take her down the hall to Carl’s room. She stops you from plowing through the door by holding you by the waist. You take a moment, turn toward her.

She looks you in the eyes and shakes her head, silently mouthing “Please.”

“I won’t,” you mouth back. Still, under your breath, you do stress “B-but he, he needs a leash. Rick can leash him.”

She looks into your eyes but says nothing back.

As soon as the door is open, your words charge out, “Ricky, Shane needs—

“—Mom! Y/N! Mr. Dixon found Sophia’s doll! The one Eliza gave her!” interrupts Carl, (crying and) grinning so wide that your cheeks are getting sore just looking at it.

You take in the room.

Carol and T-Dog are there along with Rick. Lori goes to her son, takes his hands and kisses them, Beth scoots in behind you holding three glasses of water.

Seeing your nephew helps you remember yourself, and you begin to smile back. Your lip wobbles. “He found her doll, little dude.”

Some tears decide to fall when you take a moment and lean against the wall.

Shane is scaring you.

You are frightened of your own brother.

And no, it's not just how he's been after Otis got killed, he hasn’t been himself. He’s scaring Lori, you saw it just now—and this is before he even knows about the new baby, oh my God how are you going to fix this? God, Shane doesn’t even care—doesn’t understand—that a clear sign of Sophia was found today.

And, and he doesn’t care about anyone else here, either, not even about Rick? “The only thing I care about in this world is Y/N, you and Carl.”

If that was really just him trying to flirt or whatever, you aren’t sure whether you’re more disgusted that he claimed to not care about jack-shit else to do it, or that he was saying something that awful not only to flirt but to flirt with a married woman. His best friend’s wife.

That you’re at Rick’s side and murmuring low, “Shane’s a problem,” doesn’t register in your head until he’s replying with what’s pretty much a platitude: “He’ll see reason.”

Even coming from Rick, it doesn’t comfort you.

“But how to we fix it?” you whisper. “Ricky, it’s like I can’t see him anymore. I’m gettin' scared of h—” you stop what you’re saying, a little alarmed that you just started to confess it out loud.

Rick is quiet.

“He hasn’t been himself,” he admits.

Lori’s whispering cuts in, “Honey, w-what are you two talking about?”

You figure she’s scared that you’re telling Rick more than is your business, so you subtly shake your head, then ask “Lore, have you noticed Shane ain’t been himself?”

The expression on her face is controlled. “He hasn’t been.” And she turns to sit back down beside her son and takes one of his hands into hers.

Rick rubs your arm a few times, and nothing else is spoken.

Whatever, you need to get back.

You’re supposed to be helping patch Daryl up, not hiding moping in here like some idiot bitch.

Cursing yourself that not only did you admit to being scared of your brother, but that you’re scared at the possibility he’s still in the hallway, you hold your injured side to lessen the pain when you bend down to peck a kiss on Carl’s forehead. “I’m headin’ off, baby, to help with Mr. Dixon,” you mumble in goodbye.

“Wait, Y/N.”

You turn back around to see Carl giving you his—sneaky grin? Why, what’s he about to rag you about? “Mr. Douglas told me you called Daryl ‘baby’ like a hundred times after he fainted.”

“That ain’t true,” T-Dog cuts in. “Y/N, I’m sorry, he’s mistaken.” He turns to Carl.

Wait up, T-Dog’s doing his pout thing he does before teasing somebo—

“First off, Y/N was at it before he even passed out.”

*sigh*

“And it wasn’t just ‘baby’, it was also ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart’ and ‘sugar.’ Oh yeah, and ‘mangy hick,’ gotta admit that one threw me.” He makes a particularly wide smile in your direction. “Can’t remember if they also called him ‘darlin’ or not, though.”

“However many times Y/N called him a sweet name, Mr. Dixon deserved every one and more,” Carol softly tells the room.

As for you, you must feel lighter, because now you’re smiling, too.

What's better, you’ve thought of a way you’ll feel safe comfortable if Shane’s still in the hallway (that won’t include taking Rick, because you’re pretty sure Lori needs him to feel safe comfortable right now).

“Theodore, will you walk me back to darlin’ baby sugar sweetheart Daryl’s room, please?”

“Walk you a whole six yards down the hall?”

“Please," you ask him more urgently than you'd intended.

He might could've noticed, because he quickly stands and goes to the door with you. "I'ma charge you for this, though."

"Naturally, how many of my jewels will it take?" you joke.

"You gotta call him 'mangy' again for me."

You snort so hard it makes your new stitches hurt. That's the easiest possible exchange he could've made. "Deal."

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Him

When he heard from outside the door their soft, “Thank you, Teddy,” his muscles relax again.

He’d been worried. Last thing he knew, Shane must’ve been saying some bullshit, ’cause Y/N had dead-ass growled at him to “Get. Out.”

After two knocks, a pause, and a “Daryl, it’s me,” he realizes he’s gotta call back, “You’re good,” so they’d come in the room. Usually people knock and just bust in, it was real nice to have someone wait until he said it was cool.

He’s damn relieved they’re back and doing okay. Other than worried about whatever crap their brother was slinging around them, he’d felt…small, and, and naked without them in there. Now that they’re back, he feels safe, like he’s got clothes on again.

It’s the total opposite of earlier that morning, when he’d felt like Y/N had seen too much of him, and him too much of them. Didn’t feel like that no more.

“Well, you’re still lookin’ nice and mangy, so I guess I haven’t missed much,” his friend jokes, then shuts the door behind them.

Why did they just make a face to whoever was out in the hallway?

“Where’d Mr. Greene go?”

Daryl grunts, unsure.

Y/N sinks into the little footrest by the window. “We’ll get you some dinner in about an hour, okay, sugar?”

Another pet name, another weird feeling in his stomach and chest.

His friend stares out the window and massages their shoulder and neck. “Oh, are you thirsty?”

That he can answer. “The opposite.”

“Ah, let me help you get up—wait, maybe let’s wait for Patricia or the doc to get back, just in case. Can you hold it?”

He just grumbles back. Ain’t like he’s two years old, of course he can hold it. "What's the deal with your brother? Heard him mouthing off."

"Yeah. He, um, he ain't been himself." Y/N grimaces as if there was a bad taste in their mouth, then covers their face, sighs, and changes the subject. “Should we might call today ‘rough,’ or pick a different adjective?”

No idea. Today was…“Today was somethin’ else.”

“Whoa, we’re going hardcore.”

He starts to crack up, which is how he learns that now, laughing makes his head and side ache.

“Crackin' up hurt, didn’t it?” they guess correctly.

A grunt passes as his “yes.”

His friend breathes in slowly, out just as slow. “When you’re up and at ’em again, I’m taking you with me to go light all the candles at that little church to help thank the heavens you got home alive.”

…he feels all warm and can hear his pulse again, what gives? Like, it’s just that he’d imagined Y/N talking about his coming “home” safe, it’s just weird it’s coming up again in real life. Not a bad weird, but still.

“Well,” they scrunch their nose and stare into space, “‘home’ might be different than the usual definition, but you know what I mean. You got back alive to us after all that, it’s—I dunno, God’s got plans for you yet, dude.”

Hadn’t had a friend say stuff like that to him before, so he just lays there like a beanbag.

Y/N is still still staring into space. “And like, all afternoon I had this tense…dread, that you were hurt. Kept explainin' it away, with a quick prayer just in case.” A chuckle. “We’ll bring Carol and Sophia with us when we go light those candles, deal?” Then they give him a look he can’t translate. “Right-o, bud, let me see that side of yours, I wanna admire my handiwork.”

Standing up with a wince, they walk to him. When he begins to slowly twist back onto his side, they stop him and tell him to stay comfortable. His stomach gets all funny again when he partly pulls aside the towel covering his abdomen and his friend gets close.

Y/N starts to put their hip on the bed, then pauses. “Does it hurt you when the bed jostles, baby?”

His stomach goes all funny again. He’s, um, he’s hungry… “You’re good.”

And not a moment after sitting on the bed and exhaling does Y/N groan and start to jabber, “Oh, Moses, I just did it again, look how red you got. Tell me, did you feel redder when you knew how many of us were crowded around you like seagulls on french fry, or when I kept callin’ you pet names? T-Dog’s been poking fun at me for it.”

He…grunts again. It’s, um, he isn’t really sure what else to do, this isn’t a conversation he knows how to tackle. Hadn’t had a friend who called him a ton of pet-names while taking care of him after he’d pin-balled down a ridge twice and got a bolt lodged in his side and fought off two zombie bastards after dreaming up a conversation with Y/N and Merle.

Now Y/N is looking at him in the way they usually look at Glenn before they goof off together. “Wanna compare yours and mine right quick before they get back?”

Well, he hums this time instead of grunts, so that counts as conversation.

“Carl and I joked that we have temporary, sewn-in friendship bracelets. You’re in the club now, too, welcome!” They lift their shirt slowly, blocking the rest of their belly with their arm. Their stitches are up by their ribs aaaaaannd why are Daryl's goddamn cheeks feeling hot again?

“We both have white nylon thread. Carl got blue, though, real fancy,” Y/N says, cute smile on their face.

“He showed me his when I talked to him last night, actually.”

With a giggle, they nod. “Of course he did.”

The front door to the house opens, and the muffled voices of Dr. Farmer and Patricia sound outside the closed bedroom door.

Y/N looks back and forth from their stitches to his, then mumble to themself, “Miss Patricia definitely gave me a different stitch, check out the variations.”

Daryl couldn’t tell from the angle he was in, to be honest, but…“Yeah, mine are way better.”

Y/N deserves a compliment. And, dunno, he’s not an expert, but his side is probably sewed together nice. It’s not like it's still bleeding, right?

Y/N almost misses it. “Hey, the stitches Patricia gave me are grea—ohh.” Their face lights up, and they bop him on the arm. “Aww!”

Daryl feels the corners of his mouth raise. His shoulders relax.

Dr. Farmer Mr. Greene calls from the hall, “I’m opening the door,” and finally walks back in with Patricia.

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