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sweet storms

this is one of those fics that i started in the mist of writing others and completely forgot where i was going with it soooooo.. sorry if it sucks! thank you for reblogging my fics, i love every single comment you guys leave so keep them coming !! <3 (not a fan of this work so i only did a brief proofread so don’t look too hard if you see a mistake)

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alexandria. virginia. 2015

“daryl, leave her alone” carol reaches out to slap his arm but he moves before she makes contact.

“yer telling me ya ain’t a little bit curious on how she’s managed this long, the girl should of been one of the first ta go” daryls forced to move further away when carol tries to swat at him again.

the sun is beginning to set as the pair stand on the porch of the house they have claimed. both leaning against the railing as they watch onto the sight of some members of the community playing with the kids.

specifically you.

you chase the smaller children around in a long floral pink dress and white tennis shoes. a bright smile present that could battle the suns glare. the laughter of the kids fill the empty space as you reach down and pick one up, swinging their small body before gently setting them down and repeating the process again with another young one.

“she’s sweet. should hang out with her, think you’ll like her more than you think” daryl chances a glance at carol before scoffing, shaking his head before turning his attention back to your form.

you’ve given up on picking the kids up, even from across the street, daryl can see the thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin. he subconsciously licks his lips as he watches the way you wave goodbye to the small children as their parents pull them home.

“not sure we have anythin’ in common..” daryl grumbles in opposition.

“maybe not.. but doesn’t hurt to make other friends” carol throws a knowing look towards him as he grunts in response. he doesn’t need friends, never has and never will. especially not with someone like you.

“can make friends if i want too but i definitely won’t be choosin’ someone who believes life is nothin’ but prancing in a field and bakin’ cookies like we’re in some goddamn movie” carol steps closer, successfully swatting his arm this time. it doesn’t hurt but he grabs it with his hand and goes to complain-

“shh.. hi y/n!” daryl whips his head down to where you’ve approached the sidewalk infront of their house. you have two glasses of lemonade in your hands and a bag hanging from one wrist.

“hi carol!” daryl watches from under his bangs as your gaze shifts to him nervously, “hi daryl..”

he grunts in response before turning his attention to a hang nail on his thumb and when your eyes is no longer linger on him, his eyes are flickering to meet your form again, drinking in the sight as if he had a sudden quench of thirst.

“um.. i saved some lemonade and treats for you guys. didn’t want you guys to miss out even though i know you guys aren’t big on crowds..” you’re bashful, a blush on the high of your cheekbones, daryl can’t tell if it’s from the hours in the sun or his sharp gaze on you.

“well isn’t that sweet..” carol nudges him as she walks by to the stairs, sharing slight eye contact before she’s meeting you at the bottom step, “you didn’t have too, really”

“it was no problem! i usually make extra anyway, like to have them on hand for the kiddos..” when your hands are free, you place them behind your back and sway on your feet. the closer you’ve gotten, daryl can see more clearly the shine against your skin, a soft glow from your day in the sun in comparison to the pinkish hue that rests on your cheeks and across your nose.

daryl is many things but never a liar. he can recognize when someone is attractive and despite your infuriating bubbly personality, you are pretty. he doesn’t think he has ever met someone like you who at the very glance of, raises his blood pressure and nether regions. it’s conflicting and frustrating.

“thank you, you’ll have to come over and teach me a few things.. been awhile since i’ve been in the kitchen!” carol shares a laugh with you.

“of course! just let me know.. i’m free whenever!” your words fall into the air, silence encapsulates the space around you three.

“well, it’s getting late. i’m going to go set these things up in the kitchen then head off to bed. thank you again, y/n. have a good night” you bid her an even sweeter farewell, promising to come by soon as she goes to disappear into the house.

daryl is quick to get up, refusing to be with you alone but of course, life is never that easy. you call out his name softly just as he places his hand on the door knob.

looking over his shoulder, his eyes gaze over your figure. you still stand at the bottom of the steps, hands now clasped infront of your body as your fingers intertwine in a nervous habit. your eyes face the ground a couple inches from his feet, chewing on the corner of your mouth, deep in thought as you struggle to find the words.

“ya need somethin’?” you jump at his voice as you finally meet his piercing glare, he can’t help but soften when he sees the slight fearful look you hold.

your fingers wring together before you rip them apart roughly, a blatant frustration in your own ability to speak up, “um.. yeah, actually.. i-i found a bow in my basement.. you seem to know how to use them, was wondering if maybe.. you’ll teach me?”

daryl takes in the insecurity that lingers in your tone, your head having fallen forward, casting a curtain of bangs to cover your face: a clear indication that it took a lot of courage to ask him such a simple question.

yet he finds himself ready to deny it, not seeing himself set aside time to teach someone let alone the patience- plus he still doesn’t think being alone with you is a good idea..

but then you are looking up at him.

head tilted to the side with doe eyes and pouty lips at the prolonged silence from the lack of his response.

daryl can feel his body flush red with desire at the sight, his eyes narrowing, tongue quick to swipe over his dry lips as his hips shift to adjust himself discreetly.

“sure” his tone gruff with heat.

your eyes flicker with a new light, a smile curving onto your pink lips, “really?” you speak hopefully, bopping onto the tops of your toes in excitement, daryl can’t help his eyes flashing down to your chest that bounces with the sudden movement.

he is really trying not to lose it, his hands forming tight fists until his knuckles whiten as he nods begrudgingly, ready to end this conversation and finally head inside for a shower, specifically a cold one.

“okay! when?”

“tomorrow. we done?” despite the miffed tone in which he speaks, you still beam in elation, nodding in agreement to his question.

“it’s a date then!” daryl chokes on his own breath at your exclamation, “i’ll meet you here tomorrow!” you send him one last sweet grin, teeth flashing in white gleams before you bound away, a newfound pep in your steps.

daryl releases a breath he didn’t know he was even holding but lingering no further on the front porch, he opens the door and steps inside.

“a date, hm?” carol stands off to the side, clearly having eavesdropped on the conversation, an amused smirk placed upon her lips.

“stop” daryl shuts her down with a flush to his cheeks, ignoring her laughter as he makes a dash for the basement where his room resides.

he slips into the ensuite, turning the cold water on and stepping his entire clothed body into the shower in hopes of washing away the fiery pit that had settled into the pit of his stomach. he faces the shower head, his forearm resting against the wall as he presses his forehead to it, the water cascading over his head and down his back.

a shaky breath releases from his lips as his eyes slip closed, only to open seconds later when flashes of you and your body enter his mind along with every dirty thought imaginable.

he succumbs to them, his eyes pinching shut with a hint of shame as he envisions your body kneeling before him with those doe eyes and pouty lips.

he grunts as his hand defiantly slips down his front, cupping his bulge to the thoughts of you innocently begging him to touch you as you lie beneath him, squirming against his body and releasing sweet pleas-

daryl releases a growl before pushing his back flat to the cool tile of the shower wall quelling the heat that flushed over his body, his chest heaves with deep breaths as he removes his hand from himself, refusing to give into the burning need to get off to the thought of you.

an urge he finds himself constantly fighting since he’s met you and the many reasons he keeps himself away- never to subject you to the many filthy thoughts he has.

the idea of being alone with you is as daunting as ever and a situation daryl has worked to never make possible but yet, there he was- unable to deny you.

••

“hold it there..” daryl uses his finger to point at the indented grip, “raise it until ya can see out this slight window, tha’s where ya line ya target up with”

you sigh is frustration, dropping your arms along with the recurve bow in your hands, “why aren’t we training outside the walls? isn’t that where those dead things are?”

“i ain’t takin’ ya out there until ya learn how ta protect yerself, do i look like a babysitter?” ever since daryl brought you to this empty space inside the walls, void of people but lined with trees, you have had an attitude.

clearly unhappy with his remark, you huff and bring the bow back into position, “not going to learn much if i don’t even have an arrow to practice with..”

“i’ll get ya one when ya can keep a steady hand” daryl watches you roll your eyes, he finds his own patience wearing thin, yet the irritation that rolls off you in waves is intriguing. he has yet to see you as anything but charming, bubbly, happy. this side of you is new and just another reason why he can’t stand you because why the fuck does he find it kinda hot?

daryl shakes his head- both at his ridiculous thoughts and the way you handle the bow, “ya dun’ hav’ta grip it so tightly, just ‘nough to keep ya stable”

your arms drop again in exasperation, “maybe if you showed me how to do it instead of just pointing, i’d learn better!”

daryl had purposefully kept space between your figures, opting to stand off to the side and using his voice for directions instead of demonstrating- another reason to add to your growing frustration.

“‘m good, now show me again” he nods his head towards the bow and the makeshift target on a tree ahead that you’ve been aiming at for the past thirty minutes but you make no motions to move, not at first anyway.. instead choosing to stare down his person in annoyance, hoping to intimidate him into doing what you asked but you finally give up and do as told, “hm.. k, pull the string back as if ya have an arrow.. keep ya head straight, breathe, then release once ya feel like ya locked on ya target”

“not going to have much time to breathe if a dead one is trying to eat me” you mutter under your breath as you adjust your stance.

“by the way ya holdin’ tha’ bow, ya already are walker food if tha’ was the case” daryl can see the last bit of resolve you held melt away at his teasing words.

“then show me!” clear aggravation in your tone as you yell at him, “you say you’ll teach me yet you haven’t done anything but point and tell me i’m doing it wrong!” your foot stomps childishly, your arms crossing over your chest which pushes your breasts up. the little bit of cleavage showing from your tank top now accentuated by the gesture and daryl is a weak weak man as his eyes fall to the sight.

although not strenuous work- handling a bow, the heat of the sun still boils down on them, creating a thin sheen of sweat over your bodies; your chest in particular glistening.

it’s almost hypnotic.

“uh.. think we’re done ‘ere” he cuts his gaze sharply, swiping a hand over his upper lip then scratching his back of head as he looks everywhere but you.

“what?” you ask perplexed.

daryl seemingly pays no regard to your confused state as he packs up what little things he brought, “carol prolly teach ya better, ask ‘er”

“why?” he ignores your questioning, “stop dar-“ your stalking towards him now, grabbing onto his arm as he goes to walk away, “why are you leaving?! you said you’d teach me-“

“n i told ya i ain’t no babysitter!” daryl rips his arm from your grip, “figure it out yerself”

before he’s stomping off, he gets a glimpse of your upset facial expression. your eyes filled with confusion and a lingering of hurt at his words. he finds his feet stuttering, an overwhelming urge to stay and take back what he said, anything to get rid of the look on your face that sends an unsettling ache to his chest.

he feels utterly ridiculous and uncomfortable that you make him feel so many things.

his head shakes as his long strides take him away from your stunned figure: a hope of getting rid of the unknown feelings that seem to possess his body when your around.

••

trees rustle as the wind breezes through the gaps. the leaves crunch under his heavy foot in the otherwise stark woods. he’d been tracking a deer for a week now, the same amount of time it has been since he last talked to you.

it wasn’t like he outwardly avoided you though, if the situation ever arises that you’d both be in the same place- he’d just simply ignore you.

but he’d seen very little of you during this period, not that he ever actively looked for you but given you lived across from his and carols house, he figured he would catch atleast a glimpse of you but it was like you vanished from his life- not that you were ever really in it to begin with.

the first few days, he kept himself busy, spending most his days in aarons garage, working on his bike before stumbling home as the sun began to set to meet up with carol for dinner.

he found himself glancing at your home, searching for a sign of life but it’d almost seemed abandoned. even carol became concerned, questioning him as he remained silent and indifferent on the matter before she took it upon herself to approach your home to make sure everything was alright.

it was only hours later that carol came home to chew him out for suddenly leaving your training session with such dismissive words. still didn’t change his mind though.. and soon it became apparent that she decided to take over when she disappeared for hours on end. you seemingly just as gone for those hours too and it didn’t take a genius to assume you guys had been training.

alas, it wasn’t his problem anymore.

you weren’t his problem anymore and that should have been a good thing.

except he found himself waking up everyday with his first thought being you. would he see you that day? were you still upset with him? what were you wearing?

it was like that one day of training with you opened a can of persistent worms inside his brain as he found himself thinking of you more often than not- which irritated him beyond belief.

even now, as his focus should be on tracking this big game that would benefit everyone.. all he can think about is setting aside some so that carol could personally deliver it you as he watches from the safety of his home, just so he could catch a glimpse of you. it’s an utterly ridiculous thought and one he probably won’t even follow through with but it’s there, lingering along the many other thoughts he has of you.

daryl huffs in frustration, kicking at the lost trail he continues to follow. as time passed, he’d found the ground no longer held the traces he very knowingly could tell was a deer but now, it’s as if it was picked up- evaporating into thin air as the tracks end abruptly.

another hunting expedition ending in failure.

he doesn’t have time to dwell on it for too long when a short scream catches his ears. he stands for a second as it echos in through the trees, an attempt to dissect the direction it came from. another sharp yelp is released and he is quick to dash towards it.

upon arriving to the scene, he comes up behind a fallen body that scrambles haphazardly backwards on the ground as two walkers stumble towards them.

daryl shoots his crossbow at one before unsheathing his knife and stepping forward to stab the other before turning around to the figure that lays still on the earths floor.

a heat of fury flares in his body when his mind realizes just who he’d come across, “are ya fuckin’ crazy?!”

a look of hurt and confusion cover your features at the clear edge of anger in his tone.

“wha’ tha hell are ya thinkin’?!” daryl looks at you incredulously before scouting the surrounding area, “where’s carol?”

your eyebrows draw deeper over your eyes as you continue to look up at him, your silence enough for him to understand.

“ya out ‘ere alone..?” although his voice is quiet, there is heat behind his words and even without the shake of his head at your prolonged silence, you can sense the irration that is beginning to roll off his figure.

it’s almost like looking at you is too much and he has to turn himself away, taking several deep breaths to calm the ever building rage he feels at knowing you put yourself into a dangerous situation.

no one probably knows you’re outside the walls and if you had been successfully eaten by those walkers, no one would have known you were even gone, he wouldn’t have known if anything happened to you. the idea nearly sends him into a heart attack and he finds himself overwhelmed with the urge to vomit but he holds it in, pushing all other negative thoughts and outcomes to the back of his mind.

his back still faces you, “get up. we’re going home” his words leave no room for you to argue, not that you really planned too.

daryl listens as you get up, his body twitching when you wince in pain but he makes no motions to turn around and check on you, instead he focuses on the aural of your actions to make sure your following his instructions.

the walk back to alexandria is quiet, he keeps an eye out for walkers but luck must be on your side when you stumble upon none. your steps behind him are staggered and loud, perfect enough that he is able to hear you without having to physically turn around to see you are still with him.

the cool breeze helps soothe some of the fire that is lit within him but he knows the second he faces you, it will flare again and he’ll lash out.

given that you didn’t respond so well to his words, he figures it’s best he keep quiet for now.

as the sun begins to set, the community begins to quiet down. not many roam the streets, especially when the weather begins to drop as fall approaches.

your uneven steps stay behind him, all the way to his home and as he stops at his front door, your body stumbles into his back with a small “oof”

you shuffle backwards with an almost mute apology as daryl turns around. your glum figure stands before him, shoulders curved in and a dejected look across your features.

it’s a pitiful sight that burns a new light in his body as you look up at him with such despair.

“wha’ are ya doin’ ‘ere?” it seems to take you a second to understand his words before you’re looking around the area, spotting the front door and the four digit numbers that settle next to it, clearly off to the ones that sit on your own home.

“oh.. um- i-“ daryl watches as you struggle to string a sentence together, hands wringing together in that same nervous habit. you stumble backwards, wincing in pain again and his eyes flicker down your person, searching for the cause of your distress. his eyes catch on the tear on the side of your jeans, reaching from your knee and halfway down your calf.

“wha’ did ya do?” he sweeps his body down to inspect the injury, a clean cut revealed from the split denim. “how’d this happen?”

“i-i don’t remember” your adrenaline of almost dying then the overwhelming disappointment of daryls disapproval had you paralyzed to any pain you may have felt but now, standing here with full acknowledgment of the wound- it burns and you find yourself shifting to one leg to reduce pressure on the one that’s been hurt.

daryl watches your shifting feet before he stands upright, immediately slipping an arm around your waist and guiding you into the house. in other circumstances, his body would be aflame at finally feeling your body in his hands but right now you’re physically hurt and he’s filled with an overwhelming desire to do anything to make sure you’re okay again.

“give me a sec” he helps you settle onto the couch gently before scrambling to get the first aid kit from the kitchen and coming back in an equally quick fashion.

his movements are swift yet soft, lifting your leg over his own, cutting your jeans- with your permission, and tending to the gash on your leg.

it’s all very mechanical; his motions. his mind doesn’t quite catch up to the fact that he sits so close to your body with your leg in his lap until your all bandaged up. only then, does he finds himself in an awkward position- unsure of his next gestures.

luckily you seem to not mind nor notice his hestitation as you fold your leg, bringing the wound closer to your body as your fingers dance over the white dressing.

it’s quiet for a short notice, your bodies still so close as your knee now presses into his upper thigh but daryl can’t find it in himself to move away.

“thank you..” your voice is timid, “for saving me.. and you know..” you gesture to the covered area of your leg as your head hangs further in embarrassment.

“wha’ were ya doin’ out there alone?” daryl still can’t understand why you would even step outside the walls with full knowledge that you weren’t quite prepared for what lays ahead.

“carol was going to take me but..” your shoulders drop, “she got held up at the pantry, said we would go another day.. i-i just needed to get out so i snuck out”

“ya didn’t tell no one?” his questioned filled with disbelief, before he was just guessing but the confirmation of it has him fueling up in anger again.

“i didn’t expect to be out long.. just wanted to see what it was like” you shrug your shoulders.

“ya were lookin’ for trouble, tha’s wha’” daryl shakes his head at your carelessness.

“i wasn’t purposefully and it was only two dead ones! i could have handled it” your arms cross defiantly over your chest.

“yuh. looked like ya had it all handled” he rolls his eyes as he stands up, the irration of being in your presence again rising in his chest.

“you’re so mean” it’s childish the way the words spill from your mouth, a pout settling upon your lips after as your head hangs even further.

you remind him a lot of someone.. someone who was just as sensitive but held a fire within them that opened up his own softness.

someone he couldn’t protect then.

he’d be damned if you fell to the same fate because his own feelings got in the way.. daryl has a staggering realization that he’d do absolutely anything to make sure you were safe, including training you so that you would be able to protect yourself.

“‘m sorry” your head whips up fast to stare at his figure that stands a few feet away, back still turned and all.

“w-what?”

“i said ‘m sorry” daryl spins around, “not good at.. this” he can still see you are confused, “jus’ dun’ want ya hurt”

it’s silent for a bit before your lips curve into a small smile, “i’m sorry too.. i won’t go out anymore without letting you- someone know!”

daryl can only nod, the atmosphere feels intimate and that’s a feeling he has yet to figure out how to navigate so all he can do is shift awkwardly.

“i-i can keep trainin’ ya..” he realizes how dumb he sounds once the words have left his mouth, carol is already doing it so why insert himself when it’s clearly been handled?

he doesn’t have to dwell on it too long when your spirit seems to liven again, eyes wide and bright, “really?”

once again he finds himself at a loss of words, shoving his hands into his front pockets as he sways his body and nods his head in confirmation. truthfully he would feel more comfortable if he was the one to do it, atleast then he’d know that you were properly trained- no offense to carol but it would lighten the weight in his heart to physically see that you were able to protect yourself and not just take word for it.

••

“and keep ya hand ‘here” daryl swallows roughly as your body heat rests against his front.

it’s been a hell of a day of training, from trying to teach you the proper way of holding the bow to his many attempts of keeping his own excitement down everytime he has to be in close proximity of you.

“here?” a breathy word releases from you and you have to know what you are doing when your hips sway against his, he has adjusted your stance- there should be no reason for you to be shifting.

“mhm..” he clears his throat, putting distance in between your bodies as he allows you to shoot whenever you please. the arrow shoots past the target on the tree and you’re turning to him with a pout. “yer’ll get it, jus’ be patient”

at his soft reassurances, you nod with a smile and walk to get the arrow, bringing it back to try again. already he can tell you are going to miss so he saddles up back against you, arms reaching around and adjusting the position of them.

“breathe..” the words are a soft whisper near your ear and even though he feels your body shiver against his, you still find enough control to let the arrow go and hitting the target.

“i did it!” you gasp excitedly, pulling away to point at it as he nods his head in agreement with his own soft smile at your radiance.

he doesn’t expect your figure to be bounding over to him- your arms snaking around his neck and bouncing on your toes as you thank him profusely- so his arms remain limp at his sides.

when you don’t let go after a few seconds, he allows himself to divulge in his desire of placing his hands on you, wrapping his arms around your back to encompass you fully into him.

daryl isn’t sure how long you two stand like that but whatever time limit your affections had was not enough as he feels you reel back. as luck will have it, you only lean your head back, arms still settled over his shoulders but your faces now only inches apart.

his eyes travel over every expanse of your face; this close and he can count every eyelash, the scattered freckles that paint delicately over your cheeks and dictate the exact hue of your eyes as they gaze up at him.

he can’t help when his eyes fall to your plump pink lips, subconsciously licking his own.

“you want to kiss me daryl?” your words don’t catch up to him for a bit as he is stuck in a trance but when they do, his whole body twitches in shock.

“w-wh-what?” his brain stutters to find the right words.

“you can.. if you want too” your head tilts prettily, a soft encouraging smile on your lips, “i want you too”

his resolve breaks at your approval, a switch of confidence turning on in his body at you being so open and willing.

“i can, hm?” his words full of taunt as you nod mutely, suddenly bashful at your own forwardness. it takes him a moment to fully grasp that you actually want him to kiss you, long enough that you become impatient-

“please?” the word leaves your lips in a soft whisper, so polite and sweet, he thinks as it only lights the fire burning is his heart even more.

“since ya askin’ so nicely” his head dips down, hovering over your lips with his before slotting them together. your lips part slowly before a fevor of need takes over and he’s pressing them harder together. a whimper releasing from your throat and daryl can’t believe you’re fucking real.

he finds his hands have a mind of their own; one cupping the back of your head to guide you and the other wandering down your body, caressing your waist and settling just above your bottom- pushing your hips further into his.

your lips part with a resounding smack, the sound alone having you both pulling back together for one final drawled out kiss.

“mmm.. wanted you to do that for so long” you smile blissfully, sighing in content in his arms.

“ya been plannin’ this?”

“not exactly. you did catch my eye when your group first arrived but you’re not an easy man to get alone so carol said i had to find similar interests..” you shrug your shoulders, “and i’ve always wanted to learn how to use the bow”

he remembers how you were one of the only ones in the community to greet them with open arms immediately, bringing them random items that you thought were useful and treating them to all the baked goods you could make.

it was no wonder carol talked you up, it wasn’t like he didn’t know you were a good person- his judgement of character was always spot on but you also held the utter disregard of reality as the many other alexandrians.

although it seemed he was a little off on that mark as you atleast had an interest in learning how to protect yourself.

“ya been chattin’ it up with carol ‘bout me?”

“sometimes.. we talk about a lot of things together but you’re one topic” your tone holds hidden secrets as you pull further away from him with a small teasing smirk.

“like wha’?” his hands reach out to grab at your body, an attempt to pull you back and lay flush against his own.

“things you like..” you’ve gone bashful and his heart thuds painfully in his chest, you’re just so damn sweet.

“mhm, n wha’ that?” something about flustering you was so very enticing to him.

a flush of pink spreads beautifully over your cheeks, “just things..”

“well tha’s not fair.. ya been plottin’ behind my back” mock condensation in his tone as you peer through your lashes at him, “wha’ do i get outta it?”

your eyes light up at his suggestive words before your dropping to your knees.

his stomach tightens as he watches your hands fiddle with his belt, the clanging of metal echoing in the small area. he scans to make sure you guys are still far enough hidden in the trees, the field of woodland you both reside in sits at the back of the community- normally void of any human interactions.

distracted by his own actions, he jumps as your hand wraps around his cock- seemingly have pulled him out of his briefs and jeans while he was stuck in his own head.

now though, he watches as your wrist twists dryly over him, the sensation painfully good.

and it only gets better when your lips finally part, allowing his tip to be swallowed into your warm, wet mouth.

daryl grunts, “good girl..”

your eyes gaze up at him, twinkling at his praise before you’re taking him further, tongue relentlessly twirling anywhere it could reach. you push yourself more, wanting to have him all but he’s too big and you’re gagging, having to pull off to take a deep breath and sending him a sickly sweet pout.

his hand is quick to reach down and cup your chin, thumbing at your slick bottom lip, “yer unreal”

your lips spread into a smile before your pushing forward again, feeling the weight of him on your tongue and humming in satisfaction.

you’re sloppy with the way you handle him, tongue swiping messily at the sensitive veins of his cock, saliva building up and making the glide of your mouth easier.

daryl wants to watch it all but finds himself falling victim to the pleasure, eyes rolling as his head falls back with a deep groan.

as if his moan was encouragement, you’re hand drops to caress his balls as your head bops faster. he drops his head forward, peeking through his fallen bangs to watch you, “hmph.. tha’s it” his hand comes to rest on the back of your head, gripping a handful of hair.

he won’t last long, not with how good it feels to have you on your knees infront of him, looking like an absolute vision.

you must sense it too as you pull off, kitten licking around his cock before suckling on his tip and that, that nearly sends him over.

“let me see ya” his voice gruff with pleasure as the hand in your hair tightens, pulling you completely off of him and tilting your head up. his hand covers the one you still have pumping the base of his cock, your mouth dropping open, close enough that you still can flick your tongue against his slit.

you hum as your lips slip around his mushroom tip, mouth suctioning tightly before releasing him with one last flick of your tongue.

he wishes he could milk this out forever, the feeling unbearably good and your pretty face gazing up at him has his stomach clenching but alas, he doesn’t know how long before someone stumbles across you guys and he’d rather not be interrupted.

“gonn’ swallow for me, sweet girl?” you nod your head eagerly, mouth dropping open as he jerks both of your hands back and forth. his mouth releases grunts and groans of pure pleasure before his hips jerk and he finally comes.

the first blurb of cum lands on your tongue before your pushing your head forward again to close your lips around his tip, suctioning every last bit of it into your mouth until the oversensitivity becomes too much and he’s pulling your head back with his grip on the back of your head.

you settle back onto your knees once he completely releases you, content to swipe your chin from the spit and cum that mixed and drippled down it before licking your fingers clean mindlessly.

his cock twitches at the sight before he is putting himself back into his jeans as you rise to your feet with a look of elation.

“mm, think we’re even now” you giggle and daryl can only shake his head with bemusement, a smile curling on his lips before he grabs the back of your head and smashing his lips against yours- your body falling into his and molding perfectly in his hands.

how he ever thought he could resist you is beyond him because now that you’re here; your soft warm body in his arms and having tasted the sweetness of your lips, he has plans of never letting you go.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon x reader #norman reedus #twd x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #the walking dead #daryldixon #daryl dixon x reader fic #rite4fun #romantic #pining #smut

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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I’m honestly living for the potential Miguel angst in your YouTwo fics, like him realising it’s pretty much entirely his fault that you got so injured/traumatised. Excellent Yandere potential right here lmaoo.

No but really, because like your standard edition default yandere could be like "oh, you're so weak and delicate, only I can protect you, only I deserve to have you, oh you're so wonderful and lovely, you are incapable of actually truly taking care of yourself like i can" and you know all the mushy shit that is varying degrees of truth and delusion

And here you have Miguel, who like, let's look on "the timeline" that we've kind of established here, ok, because, wow does he have some reasons to uh, go feral

-you guys have a cordial, team-up kind of first meeting against an anomaly in your home dimension, you wind up being invited to Spider Society, one day your home universe is JUST GONE while you're out and about in Nueva York or elsewhere

-You're like basically homeless, traumatized, depressed, like what was all of that for, what was all your suffering for, those deaths and tragedies you experienced, you SUFFERED to be a Spider, and now, your home is gone, what does this mean, like, you have the most justifiable existential crisis one can imagine, you had a DESTINY my dude! And it's GONE NOW, POOF

-Spider Society becomes new home, new community, new thing to keep you going and alive and grounded and they all like you and sometimes you think you're actually happier than ever, you feel very loved and supported, even teach your own class, people like you, little do you know how much lol

-but you still have depression and anxiety and self doubts but hey everyone supports you 🥺 part of being a Spider is picking yourself back up right?

-youtwo shows up, you feel weird, somwqhat threatened by their presence but, also some kinship actually, maybe they even feed you some story either genuine or a lie and you allow them to be you once or twice, they get drunk on it, kind of trick you, fans out, starts stealing your identity. Suddenly what purpose you had in your life is at question. If anything and everything you can do can simply be replicated, what use is there for you? Whatever depression and issues you have before are amplified

-members of the community start mistaking you for the replica and treat you varying degrees of disregard to outright disrespect and you wonder what that means, if they were all just nasty liars to "real you" or if you were just never really that special or anything to begin with and they just latched onto "real you" for some random reason

-you get framed for something youtwo does,sabotaging a big society construction project that you saved the day on but got injured for. YouTwo doesn't even need to pretend it wasn't them, you're framed and people believe it, they believe the narrative that you wanted to feel needed and set this up to be the hero and people treat you with either pity or disgust or just coddling "oh, poor them :( they shouldn't have done that though..."

-you just kind of start hating everyone because it's at the point where now YouTwo hasn't just stolen your life but put you in a position where EVEN WHEN your identity was believed, your reputation and relationship with others is tarnished. Like picture with me here, put yourself in the moment, you're crying you're feeling so sad and outraged because you genuinely cannot believe what you're hearing as Miguel stands there forcing himself to be emotionless and saying "the footage doesn't lie and we have a witness" and it's just YouTwo planting bombs and they stole your costume or were manipulating people and spreading lies or something, and you're just, like, feeling literally fucking violated that this is happening to you, you're literally sitting there with like a hip or broken femur because of being injured in the incident, where you also saved other people by the way, and you're being accused of being the perpetrator, after everything you've done for them, with them, after never having done this sort of thing before, you're just. Outraged doesn't begin to describe it. Whether you love or respect him you can't believe someone who was like family to you, not just him but by extension all of them, would do this to you. You're more alone than ever, and stuck in a wheelchair where they try to pitying dote on you while you completely clam up and some of them interpret it as guilt and you eventually just tell all of them to leave you the fuck alone (again, a little interpreted as guilt)

-Miguel like legitimately thinks he's doing what's best for you. The time he finally truly sides with YouTwo and winds up actually hurting you the worst is when he's trying to be like, "see I finally believe you, Im sorry I doubted you, I'll fix this I promise, I'll get rid of the second one" and he's saying it all to. YouTwo. Like imagine how bad that fucking hurts. You're either crying or just laughing at the absurdity of it, either weeping or actively antagonizing him until you blip away from having your bracelet broken/removed when you're "exiled"

-after you're gone, that's when he realizes how BAAAAAAADLY he's fucked up. He's got definitive evidence the you in front of him is the fake, he has no idea where you are, if even that you're alive. really, you glitching away instead of outright dying basically makes you an anomaly, even more than before anyways. Maybe the fact you just vanish instead of have the whole cell death thing gives him hope that you're still out there and he obsessively searches for you, but can never find you

-until one day when he's at his near breaking point, I mean this man is hanging on by THREADS at this point, you just, glitch back into his life. Like a miracle. And you're hungry. And you're cold. And you're hurt. And you need help and he NEEDS you, needs to be the one to help you, to atone for what's happened, especially when he sees your deteoriated state mentally, physically, and emotionally. Like. He latches on to you like a parasite, please please PLEASE let him make this up to you he is like BARELY holding himself together he NEEDS you and needs to help you (oh wow that whole construction disaster "causing a problem to reap the benefits of fixing it" is unintentionally coming back full circle for you ain't it dude, the apollo gift of prophecy levels of projection lmao)

And you know I mentioned in the past "what if you get rescued by another Miguel and latch onto him" but like if Reader is so emotionally and mentally worn down, I think really having "your" Miguel so desperate for your forgiveness and seeming so genuinely attached to you would really sort of activate the Oh God I Just Need Someone To Love Me And Need Me insecurities and traumas. You wake up from a good rest after first coming back and he's apologizing to you profusely and you just kind of break down and immediately accept him back because you just. Need to feel like you matter. Like the toxic codependency of you needing to feel loved and him desperately wanting to make things up to you, giving you any praise or affection or attention he wants to give you and you feeling somehow reassured by the dedication, but also him being in this position of power and authority over you where he, if he wants to, has extreme control over your life. You're just over here barely keeping it together and critically depressed and needing hugs and needing to matter and you have this hulking almost 7 foot behemoth of trauma of grief who has a More Than Unhealthy Attachment to you who does have Intentions is now being fully in control of your care, of your safety, of your environment, with a heightened emotional investment in just. Literally everything about you

Oh yeah, he's all too happy to give you food and shelter after your traumatizing multiverse travels. But he also didn't want to let you leave in the first place. Now he won't let you. He's partially convinced he shouldn't ever let you out of his sight ever again, period. He's just becoming Downright Mentally Unstable because not only have these things happened to you, between you and him, but also, there were people who helped YouTwo, helped the scheme, whether intentionally or not, and now he's more untrusting of his peers and surroundings. He grows colder to the ones he doesn't trust. He programs his own watch to give him notifications on your status on those occasions you're apart like when he has to go fight anomalies, which is suddenly magically Way Too Dangerous for you to do anymore you're basically on house arrest

You really truly become All He Has Left, like borderline his reason for living at this point besides his own motivations and drive as Spiderman 2099 and his mission to protect the multiverse. But you're a big thing keeping him going. Even if you don't love him, he'll make sure to stay by your side and not leave you ever again. He won't make the same mistake twice, he promises. You just have to give him the time to prove it

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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idyllic-affections · 10 months

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I see that you do tbhk! If you could can I request friendship hcs for nene, hanako, and Kou? Ty in advance :)

general friendship hcs.

summary. general friendship headcanons with the main three.

trigger & content warnings. references to death.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. yashiro nene & reader, hanako & reader, minamoto kou & reader. 0.8k words. no pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. hello dear!!!! yes ofc you can.... the tbhk fans have been finding me recently and it makes me so happy helshsjghfh that's my comfort manga (i say, knowing it is the most horrible, gut-wrenching, soul-crushing manga i have read thus far)!!! i COULD say that this is my first time writing for tbhk, but that would make me a liar, because it's not! my first reader insert longfic was a tbhk one on quotev way back in 2021. i'd say i've improved a lot since then.

YASHIRO NENE—

being friends with nene means getting dragged into all of her supernatural adventures. if you're close enough to her, that is.

she, without a doubt, rants to you about her crushes and asks you for advice! she'll also complain about hanako to you, if you so happen to know about him.

she's super supportive. she's always cheering you on and encouraging you! and also, if you want advice or want to rant to her, she's completely open to that.

she rants to you, so you should be able to rant to her too. it's only fair. she does admit, though, that her advice might not be that good.

also i think nene would be physically affectionate. always hugging you, maybe giving you a lil kiss on the forehead if you're comfortable with that! hand-holding is also common with her.

she would be SO happy if you shared her interest in gardening or cooking! she'd love to have another friend to do those things with. if not, that's okay too! she doesn't want her friends to feel uncomfortable or forced to participate in any way.

she cares about you so so deeply and genuinely would be devastated if you ever got hurt because of her.

if you're a ghost, i don't think your dynamic would change much at all, actually. i think she would still treat you the same!

tell her she is pretty!!!! do not let her insecurities get to her!!!! reciprocate her supportive energy!!!!!

she might actually cry if a friend of hers were to support her so passionately.

HANAKO—

like nene, being close enough friends with hanako means you end up getting involved in things you probably shouldn't be involved in LMAO

i don't think he MEANS to get you involved, because he does worry about your safety, but it just sort of... happens. you end up involved regardless.

dude follows you everywhere, 100%

it's like what he does with nene, just without the romantic subtext LMAO

if you're human? he's sitting in your classes with you. he does it mainly for two reasons: one, because it reminds him of when he was alive, and it's strangely comforting. two, because he loves you and wants to annoy you <3

he's generally very clingy, and if you happen to be a ghost? ohohoho it's FAR worse.

he's always touching you in some way.

playing with your hair, fidgeting with your hands, hanging off of your shoulders... he's very touchy. poor thing is so touch starved.

personal space? he has no idea what that phrase means!

(he does, and if you seriously ask him to, he will respect your personal space and boundaries.)

it doesn't come from a bad place. he just finds it grounding. reassuring.

hanako also generally won't come to you with his problems.

he's not keen on being an open book. if you've known him for long enough, he would absolutely be more open to being honest with you, but if you haven't known him long at all? yeah... he's not cracking. trying to forcefully pry him open wouldn't help either.

MINAMOTO KOU—

he will absolutely, without a doubt, make you cute little homecooked meals.

we all know he's the only one out of his sibling's who is both old enough to use a stove and competent enough not to burn the kitchen down, so of course he would spend time making you a lunch!

especially if he felt like you weren't eating enough or you needed something extra to get you through the day. he notices the little details like that.

he's an acts of service kind of guy. he does little things to show you that he cares.

btw. if you're close enough friends with him? tiara and teru will both know you by name. you'll become like another member of their family <3

(tiara would get so excited every time she gets to see you, practically bouncing on her heels.)

i like to think he's a lil protective!!!! he worries about your safety and worries that supernaturals might want to hurt you bc of his involvement with you :c

teru would smite them before they got the chance, though, so kou really doesn't have much to worry about.

if you're a ghost, i think this dynamic would be very fascinating.

teru would try to kill you. yeah... sorry.

kou wouldn't let him though!! he would believe wholeheartedly that you're good and have no intention of being harmful, and because teru isn't really interested in ruining his relationship with his brother... you get to keep living your afterlife!

(please don't betray kou's trust.)

also if you're a little bit older than him, or if you just seem wiser, i think he'd ask you for advice on a bunch of things!

he doubts himself a lot. be sure to reassure him that he's doing the best he can for someone so young.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#yashiro nene x reader #hanako x reader #minamoto kou x reader #kou minamoto #hanako kun #nene yashiro #yashiro nene #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound x reader #toilet bound hanako kun

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slut4strombolis · 3 months

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Hi!!!

My name is Brittany but you can call me Brit!

I'm 14 (I know I'm young but I'm not one of them annoying sensitive fans I promise you)

I ❤️ the Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Johnnie Gilbert, Larray, Tara Yummy + many more!

My favourite artists are Madison Beer, Reneè Rapp, Sabrina Carpenter and Nessa Barrett + loads more and my favourite songs at the minute are tummy hurts by Reneè Rapp, MINOR by Gracie Abrams, Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers and Dear Society by Madison Beer!!

My favourite show is pretty little liars but I'm only on season 1 so if you've watched it please don't spoil!!

I'm new on here I made this account last night and was just lurking through tumblr and decided to do it up and make it pretty today i heard about tumblr through twitter and I thought it seemed cool! I've not read too many fics yet but my fav writers and fics so far have to be

head over heels by @sturnioloshacker

East Side and friends with benefits by @lovingmattysposts

Guilty conscience by @lacysturniolo

and part 1 of dont resist this by @m0telwh0r3 so I recommend you read those if you haven't already!!

I hope I can make a bunch of friends on here and eventually write a few fics!

#sturniolo triplets

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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Hi, sorry for the radio silence!

If your requests are open, can I ask for a wolfman x reader where the flyboys see the sonogram in Leo’s locker (he keeping it a secret but acting a little different) from the fwb fic?

I understand if you deny this request and respect your decision!

Sorry again,

Your biggest fan!

Sonograms

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe x Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Characters: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Warnings: Fluff, I had fun with this one, I am very proud of Goose in this one, especially of one phrase he says (hehe), the guys love her, Iceman knows about everyone and the recent tea, Ron's a dad now, Charls and reader cannot go a day without betting, it's becoming a problem... or is it?, why is this so cute?, who authorized this amount of cuteness, the guys are such gossiping hens

Word Count: 1,774

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One month later…

“This is really happening,” you tell the two.

“I guess it is,” she nods.

“Yeah,” Leonard nods. “What are we talking about?”

Charlotte takes a deep breath, keeping her comments to herself. “I’m still surprised you’re having his baby.”

“So am I, Charls. So am I.”

“Hey. Why are you two ganging up on me?”

“We’re not,” you turn to face your friend, “are we?”

She shrugs and snatches the instructions from your hands and flips back to page one. “Okay, this- this just isn’t working. Should it be this hard to put a crib together?”

Leonard shrugs and tries to screw the bars for one of the side panels. “No.”

“No one asked you,” she snaps back.

You chuckle, “you just did.”

“I’m pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.”

She nods, pointing to him. “I knew I liked him.”

Your bottom lip sticks out as you fight the urge to fight back. Maybe a joke would be a better thing to say, lighten the mood a little. “I’m pretty sure you told me you hated him when you realized how close he was with your ex-boytoy and his best friend.”

“You’re a liar. She’s lying,” she hands him the screw he’s looking for.

“It’s okay, he didn’t like you either.”

“What?” Her head snaps over in his direction.

“I never said that. She’s lying,” he turns to you. “Stop talking, stop saying things. The changes you’re going through are making it harder on you to keep these things to yourself so just,” he shushes you.

There was a bit of tension in the air as Charlotte and Leonard finished building the crib.

Two weeks later

He quickly places the latest sonogram picture back into his locker at the sound of the guys coming in.

“We missed you up there… again.” Nick claps him on the shoulder.

He's quiet and doesn't respond, which isn't like Leonard, at all. It instantly puts the troublemaker on edge.

“Where’s your head at?” Pete asks.

“You’ve been off,” Rick comments, also wondering what’s going on with his friend.

“Nothing. It’s nothing- I haven’t- shut up.” He tries to fight the urge to blurt out the truth, but he knows you aren't quite ready for anyone else to know just yet.

You're trying to plan on having a gender reveal party- or something similar to that. He can't quite remember what you said, all he knows is that if you do plan on throwing a party, you'll be stressing out a lot.

"Maybe his old lady finally has him by the- well," Nick pauses, giving the guys a second to think. "You know what I mean."

Pete shoves his friend’s shoulder while Rick throws a crumbled paper ball at him. "Knock it off, knucklehead."

"She's not like that," Leonard chimes in, defending you.

"Is it that one chick you were talking to at the bar a while back?" Pete asks, taking his arms out of his sleeves, tying them around his waist so he can cool off.

"Uh- I mean, which- uh- who are you talking about?"

"The one who's close with Charlie, right?" Nick adds.

Pete grimaces with an affirmative nod. "Yeah, her."

"She's nice," Rick adds.

"If it is that one, I like her. She keeps you in line."

The cowboy hat lover let's out a fake chuckle, "you're so nice man. Yeah, it's her."

"You finally manned up and asked her out on a real date instead of lying to yourself. Dare I say," he wipes away a fake tear. "I'm proud of you."

Pete pouts. "Wait- now I'm lost."

"What he said? We need some background information," the mustached man gestures to him and his partner in crime.

Leonard rolls his eyes and quickly nudges his locker open just enough for him to grab his helmet, except he knocks it against the inside of the door and knocks off his pictures.

"I’ll help you," Rick offers, since his locker is right next to Leonard’s. He picks up a few random pictures everyone has seen (since they're more or less likely in them) and then he stumbles across a very special one. "What's this?"

Nick furrows his brows at the question and leans over, his brows instantly shooting up when he starts at the black and white, very familiar photo. "Oh, yeah. Dude, I'm going to need some background information like now because that," he points to it. "Is not something you can easily avoid. Also, congrats. Now you'll understand my struggle."

"And, what's that?" Leonard asks, snatching the photos from Rick's hands.

"Running on five hours or less of sleep with a newborn. I mean," he glances him up and down. "That is, if you two are going to do this together and you didn't leave her high and dry because, I'm not going to lie that'd be- the ultimate dick move."

"I'm pretty sure they're together, Goose."

"We'll, I can't just assume. What if she mailed him a letter and gave him a choice but he hasn't made one yet or he did and that sonogram is a reminder of what two people can create in the heat of the moment whether they love each other or not, huh. Explain that Mav."

Rick shakes his head and slaps the back of their heads. "You two, shut up. Wolf, what happened?"

"Uh, well-" He scratches the back of his neck. "We were "seeing" each other for a bit and then she left one night and then it was over."

"Oh, that's makes sense now."

"What makes sense?" Tom asks, with Ron coming in behind him.

"We finally got the official answer about why cowboy was depressed a few months ago," Nick tells him.

"It was a girl, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I already knew that."

"Okay," he pushes past Pete and Rick so he can lean against the lockers closer to the blond. "But now we know our infamous Wolfman, has some- well, I don't mean to be crass but," he claps Leonard on the shoulder (again). "He's got some excellent cowboys in his holster."

It took everyone a moment to realize what exactly Nick is talking about and everyone in the room groaned.

"I know. I know, I'm not proud of it either but it was the best I could come up with."

"So..." Tom starts.

"Yes?" Nick replies.

"Not talking to you."

"Rude."

"Are you two-"

"I'm not going to miss anything in the bubbles life." The corners of his lips twitch upwards. "We just built the crib."

"Wow..." Pete nods.

"How long did it take?" The mustached man asks.

"It would have been smoother had Charlie not tried to steal everything. I had to restart everything she did."

"Wait until the mood swings come."

Ron shakes his head with a groan, "don't remind me."

"How old are your kids again, Slider?" Pete asks.

"Tony's going to be three in four months and Lindsay just turned one."

"One already? It seems like they were just born yesterday," Leonard says.

"Wait, till you understand that feeling... dad."

Leonard groans, laying down on the bench, placing his hat over his eyes. "Shut up, Pete."

"Never."

"Better him than me."

"You're both equally bad," Tom points out, glaring at Nick.

"But now you know a little bit of what you have to look forward to," Ron nudges him.

"Yeah, oh, I remember when we first heard Bradley's heartbeat. I cried."

"The heartbeat can make any man cry," Tom points out.

"Is there something you're trying to tell us, Icepop?" Nick asks.

"You're hearing things, mother goose."

"Not helping." Leonard pushes himself up.

"The most helpful thing we can say is, congratulations again and then we call your future baby mama and pass along the same-"

"No!"

Nick and Pete glance at one another with their eyebrows raised.

"You weren't supposed to tell anyone, we're you?" Tom chimes in, asking the very question they were thinking.

"I have to go out now, come on, H-Wood."

Leonard grabs his friend by his collar, forcing him out of the room.

Charlotte hangs up and grabs yours and her lunch. "I owe you."

You shake your head, "no you don't."

"I do. You won."

"He squealed."

She nods, sitting down on the couch beside you. "He did. The guys know and I'm sure Viper's going to know before the end of the day."

"Never bet against me. You know that."

She sets her cup down and quickly swallows her sip so she can whine. "Don't be mean. I get it, you're the queen of bets."

"Damn right I am."

"Should you be cursing around the baby like that?"

Your smile instantly falls from your face. "Oh my god. Mini wolf's first word is going to be some curse word, isn't it?"

"As long as you don't do it often... maybe you'll be fine?"

"You're not helping!"

"Don't start crying again, please."

"Oh, thank god you're back- oh," Charlotte holds the door open for Leonard and the others to walk through the door. "Why are there more of you?"

"Well, they- uh-"

"We know they know but why are they here?"

"We wanted to say hi," Nick chimes in, with Pete right beside him.

She narrows her eyes at the two and sighs. "Fine, come on in. You better have brought food, at least. We do have someone who's eating for two."

"We did," Tom lifts one of the many bags they have.

"Thank god, one of you was smart."

You walk down the hall at the sound of many people talking, people you know you weren't expecting. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby." Leonard pecks your cheek, "and baby." He places his hand on your belly, smiling. "How is our little bubbles?"

"Growing... but I was actually thinking of changing their name."

"Oh?"

"What do you think about mini wolf?"

"I think our baby's going to be very confused when they're born."

You nod, "yeah but I want to have a cuter nickname because you make me and mini wolf happy."

He smiles. "I’m happy to know that but I think bubbles was always a cute nickname. Now come on." He grabs your hand, "we brought a feast."

"Really?"

"Of things you probably shouldn't be eating but, we'll deal with better now."

"So," Nick says, extending the word. "Any names picked out?"

"Not yet."

"It'll come to you in the moment."

You smile and nod, "I hope so."

"Okay, we need to hear it from the source," Ron interrupts.

You furrow your brows. "Hear what?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Finally, things are getting interesting," Charlotte mutters.

"Can it, Charls."

Previously: Part I

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diamanterutherford · 2 months

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rating every single arctic monkeys song (on spotify)

(this is in no particular order tbh and I am very biased. sorry I'm still stuck in my 2004 alt rock phase. and no there is like zero commentary.

I bet you look good on the dancefloor

⭐⭐⭐⭐

groovy and an absolute classic

bigger boys and stolen sweethearts

⭐⭐⭐⭐

I love alex's voice in this, like, it's so emotional in a way. definitely not my favorite though.

chun li flying bird kick

⭐⭐⭐

belongs on my lemon demon playlist tbh

when the sun goes down

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

very vampire-ish, catchy

stickin to the floor

⭐⭐⭐⭐

reminds me of some queen songs for like, zero reasons? groovy tho

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

UNDERRATED OMG so good tbh

settle for a draw

⭐⭐⭐⭐

literally love this one sm

the view from the afternoon

⭐⭐⭐⭐

literally anything from wpsiatwin is awesome, but this one >>

cigarette smoker fiona

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg this is SUCH a finn lynch (dirty old town) song!!

despair in the departure lounge

⭐⭐⭐

this feels like a hint to tbh&c tbh

no buses

⭐⭐⭐

it's okay honestly

who the fuck are the arctic monkeys?

⭐⭐⭐

groovy ig

leave before the lights come on

⭐⭐⭐⭐

also super underrated

put your dukes up john

⭐⭐

not for me tbh

fake tales of san fransisco

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I love the storytelling

dancing shoes

⭐⭐⭐

groovy (not my favorite tbh)

you probably couldn't see it for the lights but you were staring straight at me

⭐⭐⭐⭐

storytelling again!

still take you home

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

one of the few songs I can actually sing 👍

riot van

⭐⭐⭐⭐

ah, memories of childhood

red lights indicate doors are secured

⭐⭐⭐⭐

solid track tbh 👍

mardy bum

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

idk but I love his accent in this

perhaps vampires is a bit strong but...

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

def on my top twenty

from the ritz to the rubble

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

literally cannot sing this but I love it sm

a certain romance

⭐⭐⭐⭐

underrated and a bop

if you found this, it's probably too late

⭐⭐⭐⭐

brianstorm animation aftermath tbh

brianstorm

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

AHHH SO SO SO GOOD OMG

temptation greets you like your naughty friend

⭐⭐⭐

it's okay.

what if you were right the first time?

⭐⭐⭐⭐

groovy (pt 3)

da frame 2r

⭐⭐

goofy

matador

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

love love

florescent adolescent

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

catchy and again sUCH A FINN SONG

the bakery

⭐⭐⭐⭐

cornerstone before cornerstone existed

plastic tramp

⭐⭐⭐⭐

why does this feel like a regulus black song 💀

too much to ask

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg I love this one

teddy picker

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

AHHHHHHHHBHBBBHBHHHHH

bad woman

⭐⭐⭐

not my favorite but it's good

the death ramps

⭐⭐⭐⭐

so so so so good

nettles

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

OMG I LOVE THIS SM (and it needs a fic 100%

d is for dangerous

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

literally anything from fwn is a solid 10/10

balaclava

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

ALSO SUCH A ZARA SONG LIKE OMG

only ones who know

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

gives off dramatically sobbing while baking chocolate chip cookies vibes

do me a favor

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

AHHHHH

this house is a circus

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

fwn basslines are just so yummy

if you were there, beware

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

his voice in this>>>

the bad thing

⭐⭐⭐⭐

okay song buttt not my favorite

old yellow bricks

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE OFF OF FWN

505

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

fan favorite that deserves it tbh

diamonds are forever

⭐⭐⭐⭐

good cover 👍

crying lightning

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

my favorite off of humbug

red right hand

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

sounds like the plot of a show or something

I haven't got my strange

⭐⭐⭐

it's good, not a favorite

cornerstone

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

only because of the mv

catapult

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

underrated af

sketchead

⭐⭐⭐

not for me tbh

fright lined dining room

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

the writing omg>>>

my propeller

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg omg omg his voice

joining the dots

⭐⭐⭐⭐

good 👍

the afternoon's hat

⭐⭐⭐⭐

not a favorite, but good

don't forget whose legs you're on

⭐⭐⭐⭐

one of the best b-sides tbh

dangerous animals

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

so hot but slightly cringe with the spelling

secret door

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

underrated and for what? I love this one sm

potion approaching

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

AHHH YESSSSSS SO SO GOOD

fire and the thud

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

OMG THE WRITING>>>>>>

dance little liar

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

hot

pretty visitors

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

literal drugs

the jeweler's hands

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

so underrated, and the writing !!

don't sit down because I've moved your chair

⭐⭐⭐

it's okay.

the blonde-o-sonic shimmer trap

⭐⭐

💀

i. d. s. t

⭐⭐

💀

the hellcat spangled shalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

⭐⭐⭐⭐

goofy.

little illusion machine

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg I love miles in this!!!

suck it and see

⭐⭐⭐⭐

you never kNoWwWwW

evil twin

⭐⭐⭐

their most y/n song ever

she's thunderstorms

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

the whole sias album is a lullaby tbh

black treacle

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

yawn

brick by brick

⭐

no. no. no. no. no. (it's catchy)

library pictures

⭐⭐⭐

goofy and definitely hinting at tbh&c

all my own stunts

⭐⭐⭐⭐

it's good

reckless serenade

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

play this at my wedding pls

piledriver waltz

⭐⭐⭐⭐

the submarine version was better

love is a laserquest

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

so good

that's where you're wrong

⭐⭐⭐

it's okay 👍

r u mine?

⭐⭐⭐⭐

boppy, not my favorite

electricity

⭐⭐⭐⭐

underrated

do I wanna know?

⭐⭐⭐

good, not the best

2013

⭐⭐⭐⭐

I actually enjoy this 💀

why'd you only call me when you're high

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

yesss one of my favorites

stop the world I wanna get off with you

⭐⭐⭐

you really that horny?

one for the road

⭐⭐⭐⭐

wHooOo wHooooOoooO

you're so dark

⭐⭐⭐⭐

pure longing

arabella

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

yesss another Finn song

I want it all

⭐⭐⭐

why does this remind me of varya 💀

no. 1 party anthem

⭐⭐⭐⭐

yawn but it's good

mad sounds

⭐⭐⭐⭐

ohHh laaAALaaLaAaa

fireside

⭐⭐⭐⭐

it's good, feels like my grandparents' car

snap out of it

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I wanna dance to this one

knee socks

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

same as with snap out of it

I wanna be yours

⭐⭐⭐

this just makes me laugh 💀

star treatment

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

literally all tbh&c are gonna get the same ratings bcs the instrumentals are bops

one point perspective

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg the 'di di di di di di'

american sports

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

tranquility base hotel and casino

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

golden trunks

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

the world's first ever monster truck front flip

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

the ultracheese

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

the ending omg omg

batphone

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

four out of five

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

science fiction

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

she looks like fun

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

(cheeseburger)

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg I love this one sm

anyways

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

there better be a mirrorball

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

AHHHHHH THE 'FORRRE MEEEE' PART>>>>>

body paint

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg the emotion in his voice>>>>

perfect sense

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

why do I relate to this so much -

I ain't quite where I think I am

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

omg the 'wah wah' guitar -

sculptures of anything goes

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

SO GOOD OMG

jet skis on the moat

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

so good but I don't really understand it

the car

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

ahh this feels like a goodbye

big ideas

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

OMG YESSSSSS

hello you

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

one of my favorites tbh

mr. shwartz

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

so good omg

(this took like, two hours 💀)

#music #spotify #arctic monkeys #song #songs #song ranking #ratings

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opinated-user · 8 months

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So a bunch of anons have been going to Ginger about Lily drama, and her and Lily have been having fun reblogging some of these messages, calling them stalkers, delusional etc.

A quote that got my attention was Ginger saying she won’t stop being friends with Lily “because she's cool and I like her and the fact that Lily isn't a spiteful person”. Look, I don’t know her personally so I have nothing to add about the first two points. But the third one?

She isn’t a spiteful person?

Lily Orchard?

Lily “made a comic, video and hate campaign to harass her ex” Orchard?

Lily “stole her exs last name as revenge and now her wife has that name too even though it would have been the perfect opportunity to change it” Orchard?

Lily “writes self-indulgent fan fics where she straight up murders the characters she doesn’t like” Orchard?

Lily “we should kill all cops and republicans” Orchard?

Lily “commonly uses the phrase “drink bleach” or other methods of suicide as a retort” Orchard?

Lily “several past friends and fan have come out and openly talked about her toxic behavior and proceeds to openly say their names so her fans can harass them” Orchard?

Lily “her sister came out about her trauma surrounding their family and Lily herself, and Lily calls her a liar and an abuser” Orchard??

…Does Ginger seriously have her head stuck in the ground, or does she simply not care about how Lily had treated other people?

(Note: the fanfic one is fine on its own. Everyone should have freedom of expression. My point was that, and everything else put together paints a pretty telling picture)

not only all of that you mentioned, but i remember how LO was right after she and Ginger broke up. maybe ginger forgot or doesn't care or legitimately forgave LO for it, but i still remember those posts vagueposting about ginger, about how upset she was about the break up, about how unfair it was and it all looked like simple rage bait into having Ginger react negatively just so LO could have a new punching bag. just like how she did out of Lizzy, just like she did out of Carousel. LO was willing to have a whole "comedic" bit on their TOH podcast episode about how Ginger being so weeb was the reason they broke up, without telling Ginger about it mind you, and even MO, who usually is the ultimate yes woman for everything her wife does, was shocked that was ever her thought process. Ginger either is in the deepest hole of pure denial because of all the years of grooming LO put her through, or she truly never realizes how close she was to be the target of LO's spite for the crime of not wanting to be her girlfriend anymore. either way, her lack of any compassion towards the many obvious examples of her injustified ire tells me too much about how little she cares about others outside of herself.

#lily orchard

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gusgus373 · 9 months

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Recomendando Fanfics

Fanfic abandonado y con potencial desperdiciado, de por si hay poco de Pretty Little Liars en general, menos en español.

Lo poco escrito esta muy bueno, una gran idea que se dejo de lado, yo no puedo hablar de hacer fanfics largos pero digo que si no piensas actualizar podrías de alguna forma pasar tu idea y que alguien se base en ella para hacer otra cosa, pero como no soy autora mejor no opino.

El principal interés amoroso es Jason DiLaurentis y poco mas se puede decir, aunque hace mucho no publiquen espero que alguien lo lea, se inspire y decida empezar a escribir un fanfic de esta serie.

Pronto les traeré un fanfic de PLL completo.

#fanfic #fan fiction #recomendando fancfics #fic recommendation #pretty little liars #wattpad

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hazelfoureyes · 1 month

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Your new fic a doe in fall has got me..... smiling like a dummy, rolling my eyes back, slamming myself against a damn wall. It hits a little harder bc im also a sexy lil dancer irl 🥹 You're such an amaziNG WRITER AHHH. The part when alastor is talking to his fan I was cackling I can't believeeee I read that with my own eyes, that was gold. And the way you write himmmmm, I love how you are portraying his asexuality in this. Fucking amazing. Beautiful work. Chefs kiss. Muah muah💋 all your works have been divine. I can't wait for more.💕

I basically cuddled this inbox message in my arms for several days 😭 thank you so much! I think Human Alastor had to deal with a lot of issues Demon Alastor doesn’t. In hell everyone knows his reputation and doesn’t even try to fuck with him. But I think human Alastor had to deal with a lot of bullshit and a lot of uncomfortable situations for the sake of fitting in. A lot of “okay if I do this then maybe they wont leave yet”. I think when he does have sex with reader, it’s from a place of just intense emotion about feeling accepted and seen as a whole image and not the mirage he casts out into the world. The moments where he finds himself suddenly not alone he feels compelled to get closer to reader in one of the most instinctive ways humans can, physically tangled together.

sorry, I am obsessed with this story in a weird way, it’s become my HC about his life before his death 🫠

➻❥Hazbin MasterList

Story linked below the cut

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall smut💦

Part 1 - Pretty in Red Part 2 - Liar Part 3 - A Tragedy

#alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor #human!alastor #human alastor #HazelSaysHi

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hiyaa! been reading your trigun fics recently and they do things to me 😭🩷

if you're up for it, what do you think about tristamp vash stepping up his game because you thought he was just joking around whenever he's hinting he likes you/flirts w you 🥺🥺

ahhhhghlsdfjk yes omg. i felt the need to write this in vash's pov, also one bed trope bc it's the best plus little time skips

Vash keeps his chin in his hand, lips turned down in a ridiculously deep frown. The small town he's found himself in is rather quiet, though, like any other town, it has a bar packed full of the desert-weary and sun-drained. He drums his metal finger on the tabletop, his brain wracked with thoughts and thoughts and even more damned thoughts of you. Which, in hindsight, is definitely not a bad thing. He watches as you push your shoulder against Wolfwood's, laughter spilling across your lips as you point at him and splash a drop of beer on his lap. You're in a particularly good mood and even though it's most definitely because the ceiling fans are blowing cool wind and your belly is full, Vash is delusional enough to think he could have also contributed to your heightened spirits. He's been overly playful and mindful for a long time now and he thought he was doing everything right. You'll notice, he'd think. You'll return his affections the same way, he'd hoped. Then again, as clueless as he can be sometimes, in this respect you far surpass him. It's endearing. It's frustrating. When your eyes slide to him, he perks up, wiggling his fingers at you in a small wave. You roll your eyes, albeit fondly, before returning to your conversation with Wolfwood. Vash isn't usually the jealous type but, well, the way your hand falls on his arm just does something to him. He stands up in a flash, feigning a stretch of his arms above his head, before he walks to you and wraps them around you. He leans his chin on your shoulder and when you turn your face toward him, he relishes the attention. "What's up with you?" You ask. "Hmm?" Vash keeps you locked in his arms, "Nothin'." "Liar. You've been pouting for the last hour." Vash scoffs a laugh but he doesn't deny it. Instead, he places his chin on your other shoulder and glances at Wolfwood. Luckily, he's turned to someone else. Happy to breathe you in, to take the momentary semblance of privacy, Vash rubs his cheek against yours. "You're like a little cat." You pat his arm. He smirks but finds the moment cut short, like always. Someone bursts into the saloon and he's quick to grab you up, push you aside, tug you close. All three of you run and if not for your hand gripping tight to his, he'd think it would be best to throw you over his shoulder.

While traveling, Vash trails after you loyally. His frustrations with himself, with you, come out in neediness that is almost nauseating. He brushes his fingers on your arm, your hip, your lower back; wherever he can touch, hoping you'll feel even a spark of the electricity that he does. He scoops you up when you get tired and he kisses your forehead gently when you wake from sporadic naps. Yet, like always, you just pat his shoulder fondly or ruffle his hair before turning your attention back to the sand.

"You're pretty." He says around a fire one night, brushing a strand of your hair away from your mouth and the grease from the food you're eating.

You scowl, "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not!"

You toss the stick that held the meat into the flames, "You're always joking like that." You lay back in the sand and stretch your legs, the hem of your shirt lifting as you throw your arms above your head. "If you weren't my best friend, I'd smack you."

He frowns as you shut your eyes, wondering for the umpteenth time if he should do something more rash. Instead, like usual, he sits and watches; the stars, the dunes, you.

Always you.

The small inn smells like old smoke. Vash sniffs and rubs his nose while you lead him through a hallway, your eyes searching for the room number. This is nothing new. There's been plenty of times that you'd had to share a room with him. Only now, his stomach twists and flutters.

"One bed." You muse aloud, staring at it. "Want me to take the chair?"

Vash glances at it, "Why would you?"

He throws his bag down and sits in it in a huff, the sandy window pane letting in a wash of golden, murky evening light. You shake your head and smile, tossing the key on a short table beside the bed. Hands on your hips, you look around the room, though you've never been one to complain. You've both slept in worse conditions.

Before you can leave, whether that be to shower or find something to eat, Vash moves. He reaches for you without really thinking, though once you're seated in his lap, he knows that he's not gonna let you go. Not yet, at least.

You settle against his chest, familiarity easing your usual tense muscles. You place your hands atop his forearms where they wrap around your abdomen and you do it so normally, like a second-thought, like a habit. He subtly brushes his thumb against your ribcage and if the hitch in your voice is a fluke, or his damned imagination, he'll take it.

"This place could use some decoration." You ramble, leaning your head back against his shoulder. "Some new paint. A good scrubbing of the floor."

Vash hums in response, distracted. His gaze is caught on your hands on his arms, on the rise and fall of your chest, on the tilt of your lips as you say something about the ugly comforter on the bed. He feels you shift and he shifts with you, his legs spread just enough beneath you to keep you from falling over.

"You wanna go check out the saloon?" You ask.

"Not yet." He breathes, dipping his head closer to your own. "Let's just relax."

"How relaxing can this be?" You laugh a little and squirm, no doubt wanting to get up to keep him from discomfort.

He holds you tighter. Not enough to hurt, of course, but just enough to keep you still. He gulps at the weight of you, at the true proximity of you. Do you notice? Do you realize that he's trying so desperately, so whole-heartedly, to make you understand?

He'd brought you small trinkets from dingy shops, he's done his best to keep you warm in the dunes, he's kissed your cheek and he's hugged you more often than not. What else can he do, but this?

Even he has limits to this specific form of patience.

You turn your face to him and you study his face, "What're you thinking about? You're quiet."

He brings a hand up, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. Your jaw.

Suddenly, as if there was some sort of igniting spark within your brain, your eyes go wide. He watches what he can only hope is realization spread across your features and he's fully prepared to let you go now, to let you walk away if that's what you want. He hopes that isn't what you want.

"If this is a joke-"

Vash turns you with ease until you're straddling his lap. You gawk at him and if he wasn't so determined to make you fully understand that he's never joked about this, about you, he'd laugh. Instead, he keeps a hand on your hip and another on your face, fingers spread against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw.

"Not joking." He says.

You don't say anything as he gently nudges you, drawing your face closer and closer until finally, you accept what he's been trying to give you for weeks now.

You moan against his mouth and he revels in the sound. Your lips are softer than his, your breath warm as you open your mouth, your body jolting forward as he stands. You wrap your legs around his waist until the short trip to the bed is over, yet you simply wrap them more securely when he settles atop you.

You mumble something and he pulls away, breathless.

"-whole time?"

Vash tilts his head a tad, "What?"

You release a quick breath and place both of your palms against his cheeks, as if trying to keep his attention. "Were you trying to hint that you liked me this whole time?"

He grins, "So you did notice?"

You stare up at him, expression dropping, before tugging him back to you. He lets out a soft sound of surprise when you push your tongue back into his mouth. As you soften beneath him and his hands begin to travel, he thinks that maybe he should have been this forward a long, long time ago.

#this was so fun and cute to write tbh #i really hope you like it!#ask #prompt suggestion #vash x you

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