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I can vividly imagine sinister mark on his knees with a collar around his neck on a leash with a muzzle. I love this image so much and I wanna have this for all the marks. Why have one mutt when you can have way way more

I couldn't turn this into actual headcanons or anything, so just have me rambling for a bit about it, because I've had this thought for... a while. 

i will write smut about this if interested, i love this shit.

Me and my 16 evil boyfriends who do what I tell them to do... what Mark would even be the first to have joined the (harem...) group??? I dont even know what to call them all to tell them apart. Please let me know if theres like commonly accepted names, or should I just make my own names for them all. Cuz this is gonna get confusing. 

Like, if you hooked sinister mark first, I could see the others following suit, little by little. Like, theyd see him crawling on all fours, growling and drooling with his viltrum-level muzzle on. Cuz hes the type that would also need one of those bits, like you would find on a horse. Or maybe more like a gag of something. Something he can chew on and grind his teeth into, as he gets too excited and wants to start biting. 

If the other Marks make fun of his collar, sinister Mark beats the shit outta them. He doesn't kill them, only because he knows you'll praise him for holding back. They are all suckers for praise, I think that's just part of being Mark Grayson. They all act like tough shit, but theyll roll over and show their belly for praise, affection and something in their mouths.  

I think it's also part of being Mark Grayson that they're whiners and whimperers, when you get them that far. Some of them will act all tough and scary, but others will just start whining and begging almost immediately. And when the others see that this behavior gets rewards, well.  

It would be even more funny if you were just... a normal guy. Like, they just pulled up in your dimension and somehow you got sinister Mark in a collar, and one thing leads to another and suddenly your small apartment is filled with guys who could destroy earth if they wanted too. 

You have the world, and probably multiverse, in the palm of your hand. Only way to keep everyone safe, is to keep these guys collared, drooling and hard. How you get viltrum grade kink stuff, I have no idea, but you get it.  

I don't even wanna think about how you'll explain any of this to people. It's not like they can really work, since they technically don't exist in your universe, so you all live on your income. And no, you won't let them steal for you. Bad pets go in the crate and think about what they've done and why it was wrong. 

You dont want to explain to your universes GDA how you keep such dangerous guys under control. But hey, your planets gained new protectors, because your... boyfriends? Pets? Want to keep you safe and happy, and will bend over backwards for pets and kisses. Its extra awkward if your planet already has a Mark, and if that Mark is like the normal one.  

Imagine sitting in the GDA, because theyd wanna keep an eye on you and make an ally out of you at this point. One or two of your Marks are kneeling by your feet, heads in your lap, a third is draped over your back, nuzzling your neck. Your universes normal Mark has to pass through, maybe with the guardians, and you guys just... kinda look at each other. 

You swear you feel your Marks start growling and tensing at the sight of your universes normal Mark, like a pack of feral cats or dogs trying to chase off an outsider.  

Your universes Rex would have an absolute field day with this, and would pick on Mark with this fact. Seeing your Marks draped all over you also means people start underestimating them, until the GDA tries to hurt you or threaten you. Then everyone gets a reality check. 

I think most of the Marks keeps the steamy part of your relationship at home, but some of them would not give a shit that you guys are in public. If they notice you are turned on by something, they are ready to drop to their knees right then and there, or, bend over whatever there is to be bent over. 

Honestly, I'd feel bad for anyone with all 16 of them hanging off them, espcially if you are a normal person. There is no way you would be able to keep up with 16 viltrumites. But hey, maybe you can just watch as they please themselves, have them put on a show. Heck, you could probably have them help each other, if you are into that kinda thing, who am I to judge. 

I like to think they all wear some kind of collar. Some would be something as small as a necklace or choker, and others wear a straight up dog collar with spikes on it. One of those “DO NOT APPROACH” collars. Fuck it, put a shock collar on Mohawk Mark, guy needs it.  

Keep their favorite candy on you as small treats. Even funnier if you got one of those bags on your belt that you use for dog treats. Your universes normal Mark would lose his appetite for his favorite candy after seeing you use them to straight up train these guys to behave.  

Who knows, maybe you'll get a 17th Mark if your universes Mark is just a little crooked or different from normal Mark. The problem is your 16 Marks and if they would accept him, like a pack of wolves accepting an outsider. I love these guys. 

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hey betty wetty bo confetti

How’s about Ares x Reader in which she’s the daughter of Odysseus and and and she’s defending Telemachus & Penelope from the suitors and after getting into a fight with Antinous or however u spell his name, she meets Ares somehow?

BTW DONT FEEL PRESSURED OR FEEL THERES A TIME LIMIT - TAKE YOUR TIME 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Okay love ya 🤩🤗

that nickname concerns me BUT HIIIII so ion know how good this is :sobs: , i made it in the span of like 2-3 hours from a burst of motivation. HERE YOU GO TAKE THIS AS A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

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Warrior's Blood

Ares x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Action

Words: 1.4K

Published: 11-3-2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A loud belch sounded from the palace’s dining hall, followed by boisterous laughter and unorganized yells. The princess of Ithaca glared down the hallway while she stalked past the dining hall to her destination of the training grounds. “Men,” a loud voice called, the speaker standing up on a wooden bench, “we have been waiting for the throne for far too long. Can’t you see we are being played?”

Y/n slowed her pace, taking a peek into the crowded room to see the one suitor she hates the most speaking. Antinous. 

“I say, we take the throne. That boyish prince and his sister only stand in our way to the queen. Once we are rid of them, we shall have full access to the crown." Cheers and yells followed quickly. The onlooking royalty sneered in disgust. Normally, Y/n would only walk away and tell her mother about the new plan, but something inside her felt different—an urge to fight, a need for conflict. 

Taking a step into the light of the hall, Y/n cleared her throat.

“What would my mother think of this? Threatening to kill both of her children and then seizing her by force?" Y/n had to keep from gagging, not only at the idea of their threat but also the horrid stench of the room. 

Antinous turned to the princess with a look of pure murder and flame.

“Well, if it isn’t the weak girl. If you speak even a word of our plan, I will rip you limb from limb so you can meet your father in the underworld,” he stalked towards the younger girl with a vicious grin. “Now that I’ve thought about it, how about we begin that plan now? Starting with you.”

Y/n was wise enough to duck down, blocking an oncoming punch, only to be nailed in the gut with his knee. Falling to the ground with a sharp gasp, she was pulled to her feet by her hair. “Come on, girlie. You had the strength before to challenge me; where is it now? You’re as weak as your father.”

Staggering and getting out of his grasp, she pulled up a loose fighting position. The princess narrowed her eyes at Antinous’ insults while taking steps back to match his steps forward. Y/n tried to find some sort of strategy to take him down, like how Telemachus taught her. Her brother would always say to fight with wisdom, but there was no wisdom anywhere near this fight. Strategy only works if your opponent has strategy too. Antinous was anything but a planned fighter. 

So with her next best option, Y/n grabbed a nearby vase and chucked it at her rival's head. She missed, making Antinous even more angry. With a yell, a foot made contact with her stomach, throwing the princess to the floor and her head hitting a pillar. Pain shot through her entire body as she struggled to regain her breath. 

‘So, I did this easily. Thanks for the amazing lessons, Tele.’ Her mind wandered, forgetting about her approaching opponent as she took a glance at a nearby wall. There, up high, hung a tapestry by her mother. The twelve Olmpyians were displayed with divine glory. Glory that could help Y/n not die, if only they saw her. With nothing left to lose, the princess sent up a silent prayer before deciding to help herself.

With much pain and huffs, Y/n managed to stand on her feet once more with a sway.

Antinous offered a loud laugh, ricocheting off the stone walls.

“You just can’t stay down, can you? Do you not want to see Odysseus in Hades?”

“Don’t you dare speak my father's name,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She leaned onto the pillar with one hand while her other held her hurt stomach. Something other than pain burned inside her—a yearning to see him hurt, to see Antinous suffer. 

A new energy boosted her body; her muscles didn’t feel as sore, and the pain was dissipating. Deciding not to question this, Y/n dodged another punch aimed for her jaw. With fast footing, she grabbed a spear off the wall beside her and countered another punch.

Antinous grabbed the spear to rip it from Y/n’s grasp. Quickly, Y/n pulled the spear closer to her and kicked Antinous in the ribs. Instead of knocking him down, he only stumbled back. 

‘Left’ A voice spoke in her mind. Y/n was about to question the order until she noticed Antinous barreling towards her and instantly followed the demanded direction. 

Dodging a swipe of his sword, the princess swung her spear down at the man's knees, causing him to trip. Looking down to where he fell, a sudden push of rage flowed through her veins.

‘Blood’

She didn’t need to hear the voice again to know exactly what to do. With momentum, Y/n brought the weapons head down into Anitnous’ thigh, earning a scream from the male. She ripped the weapon from his flesh only to bring it down once more with another bloody cry. Her thoughts seemed barren except for a new order from the unknown voice. 

‘Stop’

That order only seemed to boost her adrenaline. Stop? She couldn’t. Not with all this pent-up anger and frustration she felt for Antinous. Y/n needed to make him learn where he stood as a guest in her kingdom. But as she raised her spear once more, the voice barked a command louder and all her pain and exhaustion rushed in.

‘STOP’

In an instant, her spear clattered to the floor as Y/n held her head with a groan. Antinous was being tended to by his fellow suitors, who had opted to stay on the sidelines. With labored breaths, Y/n managed to stumble away from the dining hall and towards the empty training grounds. 

Exhausted, she slumped to the sandy floor and leaned her back against a rack of swords. Her eyes shut against the glaring sun as the royal attempted to regain her breath. To her pleasure, the heat was blocked by a sudden shadow. The young adult cracked open her eyes to see a darkened figure wearing the full armor of a Spartan soldier. A mixture of emotions flooded into her soul as she recognized the nation's armor. Was this news of her father from serving beside the Spartans? But her hope was snuffed out as the familiar voice spoke.

“Stand up.”

She wanted to argue, but something in her felt compelled to follow the instructions. So, shakily, Y/n stood up in front of the warrior. From a new angle, she could see the stranger's identity. All breath escaped her lungs as she recognized the being from similar statues and paintings.

“Ares.”

The god, who towered over her with his divine form, smirked at the recognition.

“Indeed. I’ve seen your skill, princess of Ithaca. You fight well,” the god of war stalked around the girl in a circle, seeing her state after the fight. 

Finally, the two pieces connected in her mind as she turned to face him.

“It was you. The voice. The orders. That was all you.”

“You follow orders well, except for when you’re told to stop. I like that sort of fight.” Ares stood tall, power and bloodlust radiating off him as his armor seemed to brighten a bloody red in the sun’s light.

“Why’d you stop me anyway? You are the god of bloodlust, are you not? I could’ve killed him and solved the whole problem!” Y/n argued, upset at the missed opportunity.

“Have you forgotten the laws of hospitality? You would have been punished harshly by the gods had I let you continue. Not even I can defy those.” He glared down at her with warning. In response, she looked away with a defeated huff.

“Why’d you even help me then?” She grumbled, looking at the nearby swords; a few training weapons had begun to rust from limited use. 

"You have the ambition needed for the battlefield. Why would I let such skill go to waste with no proper mentor?” This caused Y/n to look at him instantly in shock, meeting the gaze of a grinning god beneath his helmet.

“Mentor?” 

“Y/n of Ithaca. You fight to protect. You fight to the last stand. That is a warrior’s blood. Like your father before you, you have the makings of a legend.” Ares held out his hand like he was shaking for a deal. “Become my champion, and I will help you become stronger than any opponent you shall face.” 

Y/n thought it over for less than a few seconds before grabbing the gods hand in her own and shaking them up and down. 

“Deal.”

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TURN BACK ANON MY ANONYMITY NOAAAAUUU /J

ive been thinking about this idea the whole day but imagine in human effects, a group of humans shamelessly talk about who they would bang bang in ll and them being superised that; minibots (cough swerve) are oddly popular because in the humans words 'thats probably the only size they can bear without being impaled to death', rung and ratchet is somehow in there because some have a preference for the old ladies (dilfs) etc etc

theyre talking thinking no ones listening since its a bar full of drunken bots but the fact is half of the bar is eavesdropping, esp after the events of the first human effect. some waiting for their names to be mentioned, some absolutely puzzled by their preferences, some fistpumping thinking they might have a chance (brainstorm HAHA)

u dont have to write anything if u dont want to!! love ur writting!! running away now!! have a good day slash night!!

Effects of Drinking

Word count:2.1k

Warnings: talking about sex, hookups, speculated workplace relationships.

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I absolutely loved this idea and got to work on it the moment I read this. So enjoy another part of human effects.

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The sound of Swerve is always loud with the mingling of bots and humans alike, the sound of laughter, crying and venting was a causal occurrence for the many drunk patrons that frequent the bar. But tonight It was bustling even more than it normally is. Swerve shakes his head in amusement as me brings a plate of drinks over for the human crew. Swerve whistled cheerily as he whisked through the busy bar, expertly weaving between crowds with overloaded trays of alcohol and snacks balanced expertly on his servos. The atmosphere pulsed with raucous revelry.

Setting down his latest platter of Human-sized drinks, he flashed the smaller patrons a dazzling smile. "Hope y'all're enjoyin' the party! What's the special occasion tonight, if I may ask?" His optics twinkled mischief. Leaning casually on the bar, taking care not to endanger any of the humans. Swerve propped his chin in his hands attentively. "Seems like a lively bunch are in to spill all the juicy deets. Come on, I'm all audials. what's worth celebrating tonight. 

Millian shoots Swerve a smile. "Oh it's gonna get messy tonight Swerve Taylor just had a break up" states which earns raised glasses from the other human crew mates. "To the shit show of a long distance relationship" Nadia calls out and she downs her first shot. "Fucking hell your an alcoholic" the Liason states to the rest of their the crew as they shoot Swerve another smile. "Thank you for the drinks, Swerve I'll try to keep this unruly lot under control, and hopefully Taylor and Nadia dont get to shit faced" they state to him. 

Swerve's optics gleamed with intrigue as the Crew shouted their toasts and explanations. "Oooooh, messy breakups and long-distance woes, huh? Been there, done that," he chuckled knowingly, a cheeky gleam in his optics. "Well hey, if Taylor needs a shoulder vents or an audial, you know where to find me," he offered with a friendly wink. "And as for the rest of you rowdy lot..." His vocalizer took on a playfully stern tone. "I expect nothin' but the finest conduct from representatives of our new friends on Cybertron. No pukin' in the vents, no startin' bar fights - at least, no winnin' any," he jested. 

Laughter fills the area as the two waves Swerve off back towards the bar. Nadia whistles softly as she watches Swerve walk off. "Careful now, don't let Taylor catch you drooling, she'll make you drink tequila with her" Millian teased softly, jostling Nadia's elbow with a grin. Her friend simply chuckled and took another sip of her drink, eyes still following Swerve's retreat fondly.

"Can you blame me? Those Mech's are something else," Nadia sighed, resting her chin on one hand dreamily. "Tall, strong... kind soul. If he was human, I'd be all over that bartender like rust on spoiled bolts." Millian shuddered as they pulled a face at Nadia. "Ugh, don't put images in my brain, thanks. I swear if I have to watch you flirt with another thousand-pound machine..." 

Nadia swatted at him playfully. "Oh hush, like you wouldn't ride Optimus Prime like a mechanical stallion given half the chance." It makes Kyle spit his own drink out as he laughs and chokes at the same time. “Shut the fuck up Kyle!” Millian hisses. The group's Ambassador rolls Their eyes. “Behave you two, God forbid I have to get Garry to drag you both back to your rooms later” they state with a smoke of Their head.  

Taylor begins pouring herself tequila shot after tequila which gets her a look from the others realising just how hard she was taking the breakup. As Taylor's shots began piling up at an alarming rate, concerned murmurs arose among the human crew. Millian shot Nadia a look across the table. "Woah there Tex, maybe ease up on the hard stuff for a bit, yeah?" They suggested gently, resting a hand on Taylor's wrist to still the next pour. 

 "Breakups suck shit, believe me - but that's what friends are for. No need giving yourself An alcohol coma!" Nadia nodded supportively. "Mil's right, T. We're here to help you forget that piece of shit, not drown yourself." She flashed Taylor a cajoling smirk. "And who knows, might find someone else worth your time out there. Wouldn't want to miss your chance at a rebound, all because you're too fucked to function!" 

The team's Ambassador shoots Taylor a look too Check on her. "We are here to try and make your night better without you drowning yourself Tay, plus I'm pretty sure Nadia is more interested in the 'eye candy' as she likes to put it" they tease back Which earns a snort from Kyle. “Yea seems ready to jump anything that looks her way” he states partly amused as he goes back to sipping his beer. Nervous laughter arose from the humans at their ambassador's gentle teasing of Nadia. She accepted it gracefully, raising her glass in cheerful concession. 

"You got me there, boss. What can I say - alien ships, alien bars, alien hotties. A girl's gotta have her fun!" Taylor managed a half-smile at her friend's antics, tension easing slightly as others diverted focus her way. "Thanks, everyone. I know you're just looking out for me. It's been a rough week… plus this on top of it" Her gaze softened gratefully. 

Nadia leans in to Taylor with a smile that could only spell touch. And both Kyle and the Ambassador know what's about to come out of her mouth. "Sooo.. who wants to play smash or pass?" Kyle and another one of the mechanics shoot her a look as if to go ‘really?’. 

In the background curious optics watch the rowdy group of humans, some ears dropping in on the conversation others only shooting looks over when one of them gets over vocal. 

"Ooh, I love this game!" Millian crowed, bouncing mischievously in his seat. "Lay it on us, Nads - who's first on the bot buffet?" 

Skids’ optics go wide from his own seat as he turns around to watch the commotion over at the other table, partially intrigued after the last late night bar conversation with some of the other mechs, he gives Hound a slight nudge as if to get him to look over at the other Table. 

Their ambassador sighed fondly. "As your head officer, I should discourage such fraternisation... but as your friend, please try not to get yourselves into trouble God forbid I have to do the sign off overbone of you trying to get cosy with the crew." Nadia cackled, unrepentantly salacious. "Hey, no kink shame in my smash or pass!”

They go around the table multiple times asking each person a bot to smash or pass little to their knowledge or drunken state had they realised quite a few of the bots listening in on their conversation.  "You lot are a bunch of menaces, I swear if I have to drag you out of the bed of one of these good mechs because you got to grabby I'm not going to be happy" they state in a playful tease as they begin drinking their own drink.

The humans cackled irreverently at their ambassador's mock threats. "Aw, don't be like that boss!" crowded Millian. "We're just havin' a little fun gettin' to know the local talent. No harm in window shoppin', right?"

"Speak for yourself," Nadia shot back with a wink. "Some of us plan to do more than just look. A girl's on a schedule, after all - and these mechs are some mighty fine cuts of steel!" 

Ratchet shoots the group A rather disapproving look knowing if anything happened he'd have to deal with the fallout. The ambassador shoots him a look with a shake of their head while sipping their drink. They knew their group weren't exactly being subtle about it. 

Kyle groaned and hid his face, though the tips of his ears still burned hot. Even Taylor was gradually relaxing into laughter again. Catching their ambassador's imploring gaze, Taylor smiled ruefully. "Don't worry boss - I'll make sure this lot don't embarrass us too badly, we don't want a redo of what happened with Kyle and David. And if anyone does end up, er, occupied for the night... Well, I'm sure security footage could be omitted from our reports. For diplomatic purposes."

“Oh my God, one time, I go to see Kyle one fuckin time” David huffs in embrassment while pressing his face into his hands. It's Millian who realises who the ambassador's eyes are lingering On before they make a sly comment about it. “Ohhh got eyes on the old medic?” They tease before Nadia speaks up. “Mmmm bet he'd have a lot of experience, bet he'd be real nice in bed” she purrs while her eyes dance across his plating. 

One of the Bluestreak begins choking on his drink of high grade earning him a laugh from a smokescreen who slaps him on the back. He curses as he tries to make it seem that he wasn't ears dropping on the conversation. Nadia's keen eyes noticed the bot choking on high grade at the adjacent table.  

She grinned, nudging her friends eagerly. "Hey, I think we've got an audience! That mech over there started glitching when talk turned to after-hours bump and grind."

Heads swivelled covertly, giggling and pointing out the bot now sporting a rather flustered frame as his companion gleefully slapped his plating while laughing at him. 

"My, seems our alien friends find human proclivities just as intriguing as we do theirs," Kyle noted dryly. 

Millian snickered into their drink. "Bet they've never met a crew so eager to sample the merchandise firsthand." 

Nadia stretched lavishly. "What can I say - we aim to broaden cultural exchange through... hands-on cooperation." Her grin turned downright feline.

“Not that type of hands on cooperation Nadia, but I do appreciate the enthusiasm of building decent relations with our crew” The Ambassador states as their comm link goes off with an incoming call, they sigh when they read the message that pings through. ‘Needed on command deck due to an incident involving Rodimus and Daniel’. The Ambassador sighs before getting up. "I've got head, got another Accident report I've got to go process due to our captain's Asteroid surfing again" they state while moving from the table, their attentions were diverted as their ambassador rose from the table with a resigned sigh. 

"Duty calls, it seems. You lot try and stay out of trouble while I'm gone, please? I'd hate to have to bail any of you out of the brig for 'cultural exchange' gone too far." They fixed Nadia with an arched brow ridge before departing with a chuckle. 

"Tch, spoilsport," Nadia huffed affectionately. "Care to place bets on how long it takes our ambassador to get sick of Roddy's scrap and maroon him for good?" Kyle scoffs as he takes a drink. "With the amount of times the Ambassador gets called away you'd think it's a cover up story" he states as the alcohol begins going to his head. David Shakes his head as leans against Kyle. 

Nadia's eyes gleamed deviously at Kyle's insinuation, while Millian and Taylor look at him with a shocked look. “No… you don't think..?” Taylor starts 

 "Oooh, sneaky! You may be onto something there, flyboy." Nadia tapped her chin thoughtfully. 

"Let's think - who've they been spending an awful lot of 'alone time' with lately..." 

"Rodimus is always dragging them to the bridge for 'meetings'," offered Millian with wiggle-voiced air quotes. 

Taylor giggled behind her hand. "I've seen Drift approach them in the halls an unusual number of times..." 

"Megatron's been having private strategy sessions, he says," mused Kyle slyly. 

Their giggling swelled into raucous laughter and speculation at the myriad possibilities. It's only when Swerve makes his way back over to ask if anyone else wants new drinks that the drunken lot of humans continue to giggle, laugh and speculate. 

Swerve's audials perked as he drew near the boisterous human table, curiosity piqued by their spirited discussion, he leaned in eagerly. 

"Oho, sounds like you cheeky fleshies are having all the fun over here! Care to let ol' Swerve in on the gossip?" He flashed a playfully pleading grin. "A bot's gotta live vicariously through someone, after all."

"Trust us, handsome, you don't wanna know," Nadia snickered salaciously, tossing back her last shot. David  smiles, swirling his drink. "We were just speculating on who might be keeping our dear ambassador... occupied during their frequent 'calls'." He made air quotes with his free hand. 

"Oooh!" Swerve's optics flashed with glee as implications dawned. He lowered his vocalizer conspiratorially. "Do tell! I love a good intra-ship romance." Quite a few bots seem to lean in and listen in hope that it might be their name that people speculated. 

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Someone kiss me!

Chandler Bing x Fem! Reader

The New Years pact doesn’t go as planned

rest in peace Matthew Perry 💕🕊️

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The New Years party wasn’t going exactly as everyone planned, everyone had brought dates completely ignoring the pact the group had made but something went wrong with their dates. You were the only one who didn’t actually have a date to bring and actually laughed at everyone when their date went wrong.

You didnt want to bring anyone, not like you had anyone to bring but even if you did you wouldnt. You were barely a party goer anyway so you weren’t expecting anything interesting. You were hoping Chandler would’ve showed up alone to give yourself at least a bit of distraction but no. He brought Janice, his horrible ex girlfriend.

You sat in the middle of Joey and Ross on the couch with Marcel on your lap. “I dont get why you just ask him y/n. It’s new years, you need someone to kiss, he needs someone to kiss, perfect match!” Joey said. Ross nodded watching Marcel jump off my lap and walk around to the other guests, “i agree.”

You shook your head, “he’s my best friend guys it would be weird, theres no way he’d want to do it anyway.” The boys rolled their eyes but you didnt notice, you had gotten up to get another drink, “she has no idea.” Joey whispers to Ross. “Clearly.” Ross whispers back leaning against the back of the couch.

Chandler was talking to some girl about something she clearly wasn’t interested in but you couldn’t hear what it was. You poured yourself a drink and heard Chandler practically yell, “please kiss me at midnight!” You turned around and looked at an annoyed, desperate chandler starting to follow the girl before giving up.

Chandler shook his head then looked up and saw you, anyone else watching him would’ve seen his eyes light up but you didn’t notice. “No luck?” You ask taking a sip of your drink. Chandler laughed, “no she actually said yes.” You laughed softly at his sarcasm, that was one of your favorite things about him.

“Oh guys we only have 2 minutes! Change the channel!” Phoebe yelled to Joey and Ross who both scrambled to get the remote. Eventually the group slowly started migrating to you and chandler. Dick Clark announced that the ball was dropping and Chandler turned towards you and the group, “and the moment of joy is upon us!” “I guess that no date thing worked out.” Joey mumbled. “Everybody looks so happy, i hate that!” Phoebe complained and you nodded agreeing with her. “Not everybody’s happy.” Monica said, “hey bobby!” We all looked at her ex who started sobbing and gesturing her away.

They all started ranting about the kiss and no one seemed to be agreeing but somehow the only thing on your mind was Chandler. “Alright somebody kiss me.” Chandler complained. Everyone started trying to get him to shush but he didn’t, he jumped up and down, “somebody kiss me it’s midnight!” You felt a nudge on your arm and looked over, Joey was gently pushing you towards him and Ross was nodding at you.

“Alright, alright, alright.” You said grabbing his face with your hand and pulling him in, kissing him. Your friends cheered and you expected Chandler to pull away but you felt his hand on your lower back and his other on your waist as he kissed you back.

“Okay, okay enough!” Joey complained and we pulled away, i turned slightly to look at Joey, “congratulations you actually got a kiss at midnight.” He said rolling his eyes, “oh and i thought i was the sarcastic one.” Chandler joked and Joey slapped his shoulder. Chandler laughed and so did the others. “So much for the pact huh?” Ross joked.

Chandlers hand was still on your lower back and it stayed like that the rest of the night, but you weren’t complaining about it.

A/n: thinking of making a part two to this. Let me know 🙈💕

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The wild dream I had last night that I woke up soaked to

I had met you before, one of my brothers friend's dad's l. You invited ne over to your house and I assumed ut was something to do with my brothers friend.

I knock on the roof to the house and you let me in, your wearing swim shorts and no shirt, your still in good shape even though your well into your 50s

"Hey how are you? Drink?"

You say and I accept, the first sip burned my thought and I coughed abit, you apologise for how strong u had made ut but I jeep drinking it any way.

You ask me if I want to go for a swim and I accept, although I do t have a bathing suit

"Just wear your underwear, or skinny dip" you say

At first I laugh until I realised your serious, it made me wet thinking about newing completely naked around you, were still stood in the kitchen when I start to take my clothes off, I can feel your eyes scan my not as I see you link your lips

You say nothing as we walk outside, making sure I go first so you can watch my ass jiggle as I walk.

We get outside and I finish the drink you make me, slightly dizzy from the drink I walk into the pool, you follow me quickly and put a hand on my bare waist

"You whore completely nude in my pool, your enjoying this ain't you?"

He puller me closer towards him, my pussy twitched in anticipation. Whore. It made me wet, just the word, you somehow know this

"Whore, whore, whore, whore a dirty little whore who I'm going to ruin"

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a clear view of my tits and pussy, you carry me out of the pool and chuck me on the bed tying my arm and legs to each post, I dont struggle or resist, you say nothing and put the television on.

I'm completely naked spread on the bed and you put the most filthiest porn you can find on the big television and leave the room turning the volume up so all I could hear where the moans of the girls in the videos. You only occasionally come in to force some more Alcohol down my throat.

My pussy is so desperate to be touched, my thighs and the vet wre covered in my juices after an hour and a half of no touching and watching straight porn, I try anything to get to my pussy buy the restraints are to tight.

You come in and I immediately start to beg you to touch me you just laugh at me and strap a vibrator to me and turn it on full power, the pleasure rips through me and suddenly it stops

"I was just checking ut was working whore"

And you walk away again, not even coming into the room just turning the vibrator on for a few seconds every few minutes. I'm so overstimulated all I want is to ne fuck and filled with cum.

You walk back in wearing nothing, your cock is fully hard, I negotiate and plead for you to use me and breed me full of cum. Your cock pulses you put a finger inside my hole,

"Such a good little whore for daddy so wet already"

You lowered your head vetween my spread legs and slowly licked at my stolen overstimulated clit before penetrating my tight whole with your pulsing cock.

I moaned loudly and came right then and there

"Fucking slut, Cummings already all over daddy's cock, you can cum as often as you want slut, but I won't stop no matter how hard you beg"

You fuck me hard and fast, I cum to many times to count moaning your name, as I get cock drunk, you had fucked so many loads of cum into my pussy to breed me like the slut I am that you got board, switching netween my mouth and pussy i was so cock drunk that I didn't even realise my face, tits and pussy were drowning in your thick creamy cum.

You got up leaving me tied to the bed my brain all fucked out leaving me all covered in cum.

"I'll be back slut, I might even bring some friends next time"

[auxins-insanities]

been meaning to say this, but i am very soon going to be going on a possibly pretty long hiatus. there's stuff going on with family currently, im rethinking some decisions, and overall i just dont want to be the adult that wishes that they spent more time outside or doing other irl things as a teenager. this isnt a goodbye, but definitely a change in how things will likely be from now on.

i also might have a new account soon - hopefully this one will still exist, but just a forewarning in case someone pops up and says "heya its me".

ava community , you have been so amazing and supportive through everything. i cannot thank you enough for incredible times had and people met. we've been together in the silly and the ,, not (first thing that comes to mind is the us election. we've made it this far and we will continue to). this has also just been the best ava space ive ever been in , truly. i have not met a single toxic person here.

followers and mutuals , thank you so much for tuning into my ramblings, doodles, and massive amounts of bring me the horizon reblogs. im not sure what all to say to all of you because oh my god 44?? that's crazy man . i will say though.

@storgicdealer, you have helped me more than you'll ever know. you inviting me to the ava community last summer and allowing me to watch it grow is such a privilege , and also just. the fact that you felt my blog was relevant enough in ava content that you thought of me within the first 70 invited is so wild to me. and im sure you made a lot of those other 70 feel the same way. also my autocorrect keeps trying to call you storage 😔

@starry-907, you somehow manage to share my exact train of thought. it may be witchcraft, im unsure /silly . also i still think about that one dark and vic metal band idea from however long ago. also my autocorrect tries to capitalize your name so its like the soda 😔

@toridoesartstuff , haiiiiii!!! it feels like we haven't talked in forEVER but ive missed you ! i still think about you a lot but never can think of if anything to say without sounding stupid. and im bad at initiating conversations that arent "hey can i explain the whole lore of my hyperfixation to you right here right now". my autocorrect leaves your name alone, but its changed like. HOW MANY TIMES NOW? /j /silly

@dynamic-k, you've been here from the beginning. you were one of the first people i followed and i remember you were one of the first to interact with my one ANCIENT dark post. thank you, although we never talked, im not sure if my blog would be where it is if you didn't interact with my silly little post a year ago.

@chanceplushsk8r , you're cool. im sure we have had some wonderful interactions that i am currently blanking on, but this post wouldn't be complete without you on it. also i love your art grrrrr /silly . you were again one of the people i feel like have been here forever, and can't thank you enough for contributing to the community and just. being there and being cool i guess. also my autocorrect tried to spell your name like brook the body of water once 😔

@bmft, you're so so talented and because you share an interest with me, you're automatically cool in my eyes. i actually didn't recognize you from the bmth server until i saw your art posted here lmao. also my autocorrect tries to call you birthday 😔

now some questions im sure no one was thinking but i will answer anyway:

how long is this hiatus planned to last? likely until the summer, and by that point i will be off doing cool summer stuff and will probably have lower activity than usual. unless its too hot to go outside, in which case ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

what do you define as a hiatus? little to no activity, so if you see me occasionally liking something, you don't have to be like "they are a liar!!! and lies about this hiatus!!!!!" . right now im just playing it by ear.

should i respond to this post (if i was mentioned or otherwise)? yes!! the actual hiatus will likely start in a few days, so i will see your responses.

im in the ava community? youre gonna be giving me a long ass recap come summer lmao /silly

i hope everyone does well!! and do feel free to mention me if something is important and you feel i should be involved as soon as i can be. all that being said, you can expect me to go of the radar within the first week of this month, as long as this plan doesn't fall through . love you all, and stay safe <3

[melkyt]

Law has enough eccentric genious vibes to be House or any soap opera level doc lol

This amazing doctor with zero people skills, even more, this doctor that hates interacting with ppl while being the best in the country if not for all the complaints and lawsuits on his record just on the basis of being an asshole or ghosting patients even if he cures them

Luffy, some famous daredevil adventurer type with more money than he would know what to do with probably part of the mob somehow, has an older brother who needs a heart transplant. With all the other issues that Ace has, its unlikely he'll get one, even if they are on multiple transplant list, and nobody actually knows whats wrong with his heart.

(I use Ace for this trope in every fic Im not sorry. That boi can be a damsel in so many ways cx)

Luffy being Luffy decides to wander around hospitals until he A: convinces someone to give up a heart or B: Find out whats wrong with Ace, with no success on either front.

Then while wandering around he hears someone go "Yeah Trafalgar Law, best fucking doctor I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, dudes a fcking headcase but he gets the job done."

Luffy doesnt listen to most of it. He heard a name and best. Tracks Traffy down immediately! No hesitation.

With the full intent to throw money at the hospital to make them put Law on his brothers case.

But he doesn't have to, Law is ahead of him, as he keeps an eye on cases that enter his hospital and not like Luffy has been subtle in looking for Law lol, and he drops a letter in the room "Ill treat your brother, if you stop looking and leave me the fuck alone"

Luffy dumps money at the hospital anyway, and he doesn't leave Law alone, but not on purpose. The dean of the hospital keeps doing everything so they dont meet as they know as soon as they do, and Law opens his mouth, thats it for the money flow.

Luffy isnt about to go with anything anyone tries to make him do, so he finds himself trying to avoid doctors and nurses.

Law does the same, and thats how they meet. In an empty unused exam room that's more of a storage space than anything.

Luffy has no idea who Law is, he didnt bother seeing how he looked after getting the letter. He stopped looking cause it is Ace's life on the line.

Law, meanwhile, knows exactly who Luffy is, though doesn't say anything. They bond over hiding out, and soon, it becomes routine to hang out.

Eventually, Ace gets a new heart and is cured of whatever. He is discharged.

Law almost regrets that he won't spend time with Luffy anymore. He's grown to like their talks.

Luffy doesn't think about it yet. Happy his brother is healthy. When they are about to leave the hospital. Ace points and says 'yo thats the doc, i know you asked who the fuck he was' Ace only saw the man once, and Law ofc pissed him off by flippant remarks. "He's an ass"

Luffy follows his gaze and grins. "Woah, woah, that's the doc I was hanging with! He's the best" He bounces on his heels "Hey! TRAFFY!" Thats ofc what he has been calling the doc even if they never met. He runs over to Law. "My number! We should hang out all official like, I'll text you!" Then he runs out without waiting for an answer, going after Ace.

Law is a little stunned and more than a bit embarrassed that he yelled that in front of everyone. Rumors spiral for days. Law waits for his phone to buzz from Luffy but decides that it's not gonna happen and tries to go back to his life. Which is the exact point that Luffy texts him. 'Picking you up at 9!' And that's it.

They go on a date, if it can be called that. They go urban exploring because Law mentioned he was an enthusiast but didnt have the time or motivation. Luffy drags him to all his favorite places. Its the best date he has ever been on.

They go like that for awhile, at the most random times and days, Law always drops what he is doing, its a highlight in what he considers an otherwise annoying day to day.

Luffy is just happy he can make Traffy happy for saving his brother.

Law is the one who asks if Luffy wants to make it official, be boyfriends. For the first time in his life he finds himself almost stuttering over his words.

Luffy grins and nods enthusiastcly, then they kiss and everything is cool.

Law now marginally happier then he was, gets less complaints and gets along with patients a little better even if they still annoy him, he knows that if he didnt interact that one time, he would have never met Luffy.

Requests Open till 08/09/2024

[granolawriting]

hi can you please do a platonic anakin x reader where the reader is his age and a fellow jedi knight? i see a lot of platonic anakin x padawan but i think it would be interesting to see how his dynamic would be with someone his age. maybe comfort or something of them being equally supportive and protective of each other? <3

pairing: Platonic!Jedi reader x Jedi Anakin

Summary: The night you graduate to a Jedi knight, you're a bit more sad than anything else. The fears of the responsibilities of a Jedi loom over you, and you are afraid of losing yourself. That is, until Anakin finds you and reassures you that if nothing else, you will have each other.

Content warning: comfort!Anakin, implied star wars politics, struggle with identity, mutual comfort, you and anakin have been childhood best friends, reassurance and fluff

word count: 1k

A/N: this was such a cute thing to write <333! I love expanding Anakins character in my mind, and how I would see him do certian things. These are always such a treat to write. So sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy it! BTW... dont fact check me about the blue milk claims........

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You sat awake within your dwellings, unable to properly sleep as the days ahead of you loom above you as a cloud of darkness is to tell even the kindest child that their times of peace come to a nearing end. The frown and pain painted upon the heart of a lost innocence, or moreso a graduation into adulthood is something that plagued your waking mind. 

To be a Jedi knight, is to put your life on the line in the name of the republic. Democracy. And it was your duty, as of today, to value the Jedi order more than your own individual life. 

What were you supposed to do with that information? You knew you were supposed to relish in this idea of becoming a knight, a selfless champion of peace that campaigned for justice and security, but part of you was unable to shake the danger that came with the title. The inevitable mortality that became evermore clear to you as you sat there staring at the lines within your palms, the creases defining you as uniquely you. A reminder to yourself that no matter how hard you trying to tell yourself otherwise, you are just one person. And that is terrifying in the wake of the enemies of the Jedi looming over your horizon. 

…

The hiss of a door reveals Anakin to stand behind its frame. 

Anankin, whom had just recently graduated to Jedi knight as well. You and him were younglings, padawans, and thereafter knights together following the life of a Jedi in a similar fold. You and him had been close all your life for that reason alone, always feeling as though no matter how foreign the environment, to find anakin within it's mix is to know you had a friend. An ally. 

“Hey, was expecting a bit more of a party in here given the big news today.” 

Anakin opens up with a casual smile, noticing the frown upon yours and immediately finding means to try and right it. He had always been a bit childish, it was in his nature, when talking just one on one he was prone to more silly urges of support. There had been many times where he’s needed to help you in the past, and many more where you’ve needed to do the same for him. You and him had a very special bond, one that consisted of mutual support and love, but above all respect. 

“I just don't know how I feel right now, Ani. I thought that becoming a Jedi knight would make me feel amazing. That I’d be throwing a huge party or something. But, honestly I'm just scared. Conflicted.” 

You take your eyes away from your hands and face them towards Anakins face as he walks closer to you, a sense of fear and sadness coats your every word as the phrase “becoming a Jedi knight” leaves your mouth with negative connotation for the first time. 

Anakin sits beside you, holding your open palm between both his hands. He flashes you a grin once more and says; 

“To be honest, that's partially why I came. I was a bit worried I somehow was not invited to the party. Was planning on crashing it a bit.” 

He laughs a bit, but then the smile falls to a more stern, serious demeanor as he continues. 

“But now that I hear what you’re saying, I understand. Do you remember how I was when I became a Knight? Honestly just a few months ago feels like so long. But, I didn't have any kind of party either. At least, any that I wanted. Even being the chosen one I never felt truly whole being a Jedi knight. They strip away a lot of self identification, as means for a greater cause. And that cause is liberating, sure, but it hurts to not know who you are outside of just being a Jedi. And I understand that more than you know.” 

Your eyes meet his with welled tears within them, you hadn't planned on talking to Anakin about how you felt, but you grew to realize within that moment that he was the one person who really understood you. He was an equal, not because he was just a Jedi knight, but because he was young still, and he was human. Just like you. 

“Hey, how about we make a pact.” 

You look at him with questioning eyes, and he urges you to let him continue. 

“You’re afraid of losing yourself, aren't you?” 

You nod your head in agreement. 

“And so am I.” 

A moment passes before he speaks again, 

“How about we make a promise to one another. To learn about each other. Individually, separate from the Jedi order, or any missions we may go on. To remind ourselves we are more than just what people tell us we have to be.” 

He smiles once more as he continues on with what he proposes; 

“Like, for example. Did you know I've never had blue milk?” 

A smile coats your face and brings you to a laugh at such an astonishing claim. 

“What? You lived on tatooinian for like, 10 years. That's like one of 4 things they have out there to drink.” 

“Nope. never drank it once. It kind of scared me as a kid, not sure why.” 

The two of you grow to laugh as time goes on, telling one another small details about their life, things that make each of you unique and special. 

As time grew on after the day you became a Jedi knight, any time you or he could, nights were spent with your best friend learning about him as he learned about you. And every night that was spent swapping stories about favorite genres of book or least favorite planet, you grew to feel unique and individually perceived, and slowly you felt loved. The Jedi didn't scare you anymore, because without them you would have never met Anakin. And he is sure to feel the same. 

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey cas, so this just happened and im so pissed abt it.

So me and my brother both have tumblr right. When he first got it i was the one who helped him set it up bc i convinced him to get it. I asked to follow him and he was fine with it and i told him specifically not to follow me or look at my posts bc anything i put on tumblr i either tell him, show him, or dont want him to know. He didnt follow me bc hes a pretty good brother (if this somehow gets back to him, i didnt say that).

Anyway, today i was talking to him about my tumblr with my dad in the room, and he asked what my tumblr username was. I said i dont remember its just a keyboard smash (its not. But i put stuff on here about my sh and things like that. Plus i talk about me being gay and my dad thinks me talking about being gay at all is "making it my whole personality") he said he didnt like that i was "keeping secerts" like what?? So he was a bit annoyed and then my brother a little while later showed me something on HIS tumblr (an out of context comment that i knew the context of) under the table (it wasnt bad we were just doing something else with our family and he didnt want to draw attention to it) my dad got annoyed and asked to see it and then started looking through all of my btlrothers notes (this could genuinely have been a mistake. My brother was accessing the comments from all of his notes and my dad pressed back thinking it would take him to the post the comments were on) then my mom asks to see it and i offer to put it to the post but instead of wanting to see the post she goes to my brothers account. She started going through EVERYTHING his posts, his LIKES, his dash, his messages (he luckily didn't have any, but she tried) his following, and then she went through their accounts. She saw he reblogged the amtrack official and started going through that account. All while my brother was begging her to give him his phone back (not because he had anything secretive but because this was WEIRD) plus she kept laughing at certain things she thought were 'cute' like how his description is something funny about how times new roman is the best font. Then she went through his notes where i was a frequent liker and had commented on a few posts. I even reblogged one and said "hey this is my brother check him out he's funny" and i was terrified she would start doing the same with my account which is fucking terrifying to me bc of what i post and the she would ask to see everything else bc my posts are way more 'concerning' than my brothers.

It felt like such an invasion of privacy bc tumblr is literally anonymous, and that's part of the appeal for my brother and me.

Im worried to show her memes on my dash now. Im worried to show her things that excite me or a tumblr i was planning on making about my baking that i wouldve showed her the entire thing, but then she would probably get to my main account somehow. Idk it felt so weird and wrong, and she was laughing while me and my brother were very obviously upset by it.

I can definitely see why you were upset. THis is like a parent reading a diary, it's not okay at all. You deserve privacy, especially since you didn't do anything wrong! Like it's not like she found out you were doing something illegal and searched your phone for that reason. It's frustrating, because when parents do things like this it makes kids not trust them.

If you feel like you have the relationship with her to tell her it upset you, you should tell her that. But if not, then just know that I think you have a right to be upset. <3

[reineyday]

i’m back to say that magnificent was so so so good!! i love the uta mihawk interactions and how mihawk wants to protect her. i think my favorite part though was when mihawk was talking to shanks all nervous about whether he could call uta his daughter, but shanks answers with an “of course.”

this fic made me wonder why mihawk would do if he was present during the one piece film red… would he come along with the red crew, or would he already be there like the others (luffy, law, etc)?

awh 💖💖 thank u for your continued support! it means a lot :') and im happy you enjoyed the fic haha 🥰

UH, long answer short: i kind of have headcanons that position him before, during, and after the movie hahaha. sorry this reply turned out longer than i expected but my brain's got a mihawk & uta agenda goin' on rn. 😂 thanks again for the ask! ➡️

i actually have a bit of a draft going of mihawk seeing the "shanks destroys elegia" headline, seeing what's up, and finding uta, which i started before i wrote up magnificent lol. that's kinda where i picture him--doing something before everything happens, bc his curiosity makes him wonder why shanks would do smthg so uncharacteristic.

i recognize that's kind of a cop-out answer tho LOL so in regards to the movie itself in the canon(ish) timeline, i imagine he'd probably be there beforehand like luffy etc. he'd be there bc buggy and his crew got tickets and he was somehow dragged there against his will (similar to how law says he's chaperoning bepo but a lot more antagonistic about it aha), probably bc croc decides it might be beneficial to go, for whatever reason. probably scoping the crowd. (pls imagine the cross guild at uta's concert garnering Looks and standing out very obviously, but no one wants to say anything about it LOL even if the crowd is very anti-pirate. like, the strawhats and soen charlottes were there so. why not some ex-warlords?)

when there, he'd be like, "hey wait isn't that shanks's kid? didn't he say she left to sing? huh." and then maybe possibly even dial shanks on his baby den den about it bc if he's the type to bring luffy's poster all the way to an island, he'd probably try to ring up shanks. then he wouldn't be able to connect and clock that something is Up bc he knows shanks is just kinda hanging on his ship rn, on his way out from wano. i dont think he'd be with shanks along with his crew, and i dont think he'd bother going after the fact to help if he wasn't there to start with, which is why i think he'd already be there for separate reasons. ;P

anyways, i also have the start of an idea where the movie happens but uta survives, and shanks, stressed, is like, "hey, y'know what, everything's ramping up and everyone's trying to kill uta and she's still recovering from this wakeshroom shit so she'd probably be safer on land but the marines will be looking for all my known close associates... i'm gonna drop her off with mihawk. he trained those two other kids and the misanthropic fucker (affectionate) has probably found a new island by now anyways, since he isn't a warlord anymore. it should be fine. he'll say yes."

he sets out with his crew to follow mihawk's vivre card. benn and yasopp get the news coo and start laughing about something but they don't tell him, and whatever, he's going to see mihawk soon. he's definitely being led to land, which makes him feel vindicated, until it becomes more and more clear that the structure standing out on the shore is a huge big top tent, and there's an unfortunately very familiar flag flying, and shanks is like, "oh god, don't tell me," and then promptly has to dodge a flying fist and yelling about how he isn't welcome here and what the fuck is mihawk doing with buggy???? and benn and yasopp, having seen the cross guild poster in the news and hidden it from shanks, are laughing so hard at him while he deals with this momentary crisis where two completely different parts of his life have seem to connected without his knowing about it.

(buggy is happy to see uta bc for all that they fight shanks and buggy did make some sort of effort with their brotherhood every now and then so he knows uta and she calls him "uncle bugs"!; mihawk ofc says "yes" to taking care of her bc he feels qualified to handle young adults now lol (he says this with an air of gravitas that is hilarious when considering how he interacts with zoro and perona, which is stoically and poorly); uta makes fun of her dad relentlessly for not having made any moves on the guy he's been in a situationship with since she was a literal child; and croc comes home from a meeting to find international pop sensation uta (that the news said tried to take over the world during her concert or something???) reclined on their couch drinking tea. wild day for everyone.)

[mirophobic]

eye for an eye

@princeasimdiya12 ;; can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine Aizawa as a street rat and the reader as an innkeeper who offers hospitality and protection to Aizawa to keep him safe from the guards. What do you think?

a/n ;; mhahah I love this very much. aizawa is very street rat pls be kind I am new to writing

Its very dangerous working as an innkeeper, but you had nothing to worry about,

“Hello mr. Do you think I could get a room? Just for one night.” a shaggy looking man walks through your doors. He has black hair that obviously hasn't been combed in days, and a scarf wrapped around his mouth so you cant see his whole face. You nod at him, grabbing a key from your wall and handing it to him.

“Thanks, how much?” He pulls out a torn up coin pouch. “Don’t worry about it, unless you're wanted.” he looks at you, ‘i don't think he got it…’ “im joking. Go on up” he looks at you very surprised, before grabbing the key off your desk and walking up the stairs. 

‘What an odd guy’ Aizawa thinks, the inn's halls are empty, the only sound in them is his feet hitting the ground. The key says ‘room 104’. 

He passed it? The door closest to him says ‘room 106’ so two doors the other way, so he turns.

‘Room 103’ …what? So if it's not next to 103, where is it?

‘Maybe ill go ask the keeper.’ he returns downstairs and sees the boy talking to another person, he's laughing with her, making jokes.

‘Oh no…not her…’ Aizawa quickly turns around, but he's too late, she's seen him.

“Oh my gosh! Shouta, is that you??” Emi, aka the singer Ms. Joke runs up to him. “Nope not him, but you really shouldn't call him by his first name, he doesn't like that” he turns his face away from the girl next to him. Emi laughs loudly before the innkeeper speaks up “you too know each other?” he asks from his desk “of course!! Shouta is one of my closest friends, besides you!”

Emi forcefully turns Aizawa around and his scarf falls off his face. “Hey I know you, you’re wanted by the palace guards.” you point out, his face goes pale. “Uh, you must have the wrong person…?” Aizawa pulls his scarf back over his nose, “don't worry i wont turn you in no matter how big the bounty!!” the innkeeper laughs.

Aizawa stands there, emis arm wrapped around his neck, this handsome guy in front of him who wasn't gonna turn him in?

“I'll repay you somehow.” he lets the scarf fall again.

“Dont worry about it”

…

“Ooooo flirting” Emi says and you laugh

“My names y/n by the way, nice to meet you” he puts out a hand waiting for Aizawa to do the same.

He puts his left hand out and suddenly remembers why he came down there 

“Oh! I got lost” he says, showing the room 104 key.

 ”Really, how?” he tilts his head, grabbing the key and looking at it. “Oh! That's why, follow me.” 

They both walk up stairs “when this place was made, they made two 103 rooms” he points to the room across from them “so this one is the hidden 104 room” he unlocks the doors and holds it for him, “enjoy your stay, Aizawa.” The shaggy man walks into the room and looks around. 

The room was nice, the walls were made out of wood, and there was a bay window with knitted pillows on it. The lamps on the walls gave a nice warm color to the room. 

And the bed looked heavenly.

The sheets were washed and wrinkled, they smelt like coconuts.

“If you need anything,” Aizawa turns around, and the innkeeper continues “don't be afraid to ask” he nods and the man leaves the room.

...

[sonicthehedgehoglover2]

I had an idea to player interactionwith others in cis and het au but tumbler consider it to hideos to send to you and to share. Okay, if it not allowd me to send that i ment yo send, i will make my sinopsises.

Bonny : it theyr now underling and follower. They care about them and use theyr Sifsprite to gave them more comfort.

CisHet!party -at the first glance they terrifued by them... but with some time they start to feel curiouse about them. Like... that bring them to ghis state? That is still familiar and that is not. Wich part of the story they already know and wich is new? (Then they finally tierd from research of programming on theyr end, they deside to messed up with them alittle... and they somehow create a conection with Mira! They... have no idea why or how, but it is fact and they dont knkw how to feel about this, but niw they literally ready to kill anybody who make her feal upset. Maybe it thanks to a fact that they suggest her to thinm about them as angel guardisn but... something about her is just so familiar and related and to you it so easy slide thrue her cracs and saw the same heart in her exsausted soul... you just wanna see her smile and happy and youll be damn if you will not do anything to it(where just so many the same issue that other dont see cause they dont look in wrigh angle. It like a switch. If you dont look on wrigpht angle you will not going to see it))

Loop :they as always partner in crime and fighting ti fix it all(and they both have each other to hate and rely on each other)

Cisfrin :this is wery confrontational on both ends. It is wery difficuld and hurting both sides(and Player still use Siffrin sprite as theyr main base body(can you imagin that this dopelganger that is being embodyment of everything that you hate in yourself, this shameful parts of yourself is appear and your friends, your family... liked this stranger, love all that you hate in yourself, all, that you change to be with ones who you love? Can you imagin this grief and hate and longing???))

O, and Player will wear a dress, just because they want this, and they genually looks good in dress. They maybe a creature outseid understanding of merely humans(characters) but they also like to be beautiful! And this dress suits them wery well!

(I'm kind of scared about the fact Tumblr would not let you share stuff involving cis and het au).

There's something heart breaking about Bonnie begging the Player to use the Sifsprite.

(Imagine Bonnie curled into themselves, hugging their arms and trying not to cry because only babies do that. And Bonnie's definitely not a baby.

"Hey, guardian angel," they mumble, quietly. You perk up at the sound of your nickname. "Can you, maybe, use the little Frin?"

You're confused for a second before you remember your Sifsprite. You leave from Bonnie, emerging from their little shadow, until you form into a slightly smaller version of Siffrin.

Bonnie stares hard at you before they're rushing to hug you. You're shocked by the the sudden affection and instinctively hug them. "I know you're not my Frin," they say into your chest. "But can we stay like this for a little while?"

You nod even though Bonnie can't see it.)

The Player's definitely confused by the sudden change in to the older members of the party. I find it interesting to have the Player have some sort of attachment to CS!Mira. (Mainly because I feel this would make Bonnie and Loop upset. Because why would you like this fake version?)

Then there's Loop and the Player. Of course they both dislike each other, but there's something wrong going on. Like or not, Loop understands that the Player - and Bonnie - are the only ones that can help them fix everything.

CS!Sif seeing the Sifsprite would be an interesting thing. Imagine seeing someone who looks so much like you, but not you. Siffrin would definitely be hateful of what he sees. The Player would probably be upset, seeing as they liked Sif and now he's like this! (But also they're intrigued because why? What happened?)

Also, sure!! Let the Player wear dresses!

[my-mt-heart]

Hey,

Just a bit of (hopefully) "positivity", or sort of:

The good news is that its starting soon, wich means its ending soon (6 ep, right?) Wich means we can focus on s2 soon

In the meantime, i'll personnally try to avoid at all costs reviews, réactions, twitter and blablabla, unless Daryl somehow mentions Carol or dreams abt her or hallucinates her or whatever. I might watch the scene, and the scene only, then.

Laurent is probably a nice kid and character, but im not watching the shipping fest on the net that (canon or not) Isaberyl or whatever their ship name is gonna be, because there will be a ship name, no doubt..

So yeah, end of season 1 soon, in a way!

Ps: have Clemence been seen on the s2 set? I dont follow really, in fear if disappointment. Maybe Isabelle dies in s1! Who knows

I think you laid out a good strategy for getting through the next several weeks and I would encourage anyone who’s feeling especially vulnerable right now to take the same precautions or just step away for a while. It’s been rough enough already, it’s going to get rougher, so please decide what’s best for your own wellbeing. You don’t owe AMC and co anything. They owe you a show you can be excited about.

If you do stick around, remember there’s an entire community of people just like you who have found comfort in Caryl’s story all these years and are more than willing to talk. My inbox and DM’s are always open, although I do not plan on watching the show or reviewing. I will check out relevant Caryl/Carol clips, I’ll post links from the one reviewer I trust, and I’ll share a few big thoughts after the season is over.

I’m not confident the transition from S1 to S2 will be smooth. I think a lot of work will have to be done, but I do look forward to not having to deal with any of this ridiculous promotion anymore or lies constantly being spread. I’m looking forward to Shalaka’s and Vanna’s Caryl podcast that’s going to breathe new life into me, ISTG. And most of all, I’m looking forward to Carol/Caryl hopefully getting the stories they deserve in S2.

Thanks for trying to spread a little bit of positivity, anon.

I think CP filmed at Mont St. Michel in May, but I haven’t heard anything other than that. I don’t need her character to die. I need AMC and Zabel to not use her as the latest prop for Daryl’s masculinity.

[creatorbiaze]

Short Story Mini-series; Keiluvi

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Vizerxa sat at her desk in her office, filling out her notes on how the Lux Aura kingdom and the Fallen Pantheon were doing. Since Light Song's death, Vizerxa's rise to the throne of the Fallen Pantheon, her new(ish) responsibilities to Lux Aura, the Fallen's home kingdom, and the delay between Light Song's death and Vizerxa's new status, she had a lot to do over the past few months. Vizerxa was grateful that her office was one of the few not-blindingly bright rooms in the palace, and was instead more similar to Amist Memoriam's old castle.

A few notifications in quick succession from Vizerxa's phone makes her pause her writing, and she sighs as she realizes she forgot to put it on silent. She puts down her pen, checking her phone.

Of course it's the group chat, she mentally sighs, what happened this time?

Snow Sky

hey guys I made food :D

Blood Moon

NO

Path Changer

Snowy I love you but you're not allowed to cook-

Keiluvi

this doesn't seem disastsjserous at all ^^

Vizerxa

*Disastrous, Keiluvi.

Snow Sky, you're banned from the kitchen for a reason, remember? Thank you for your care, but that does not change the rule.

Snow Sky

Vizerxa you dont even eat anyway :<

Path Changer

yeah true- last time I saw Vizerxa eat anything was... a month ago ago?

Vizerxa

I don't eat when others are around.

Keiluvi

Sounds like a good excuse to use to pretend you DO eat at all

Vizerxa

I do eat.

Keiluvi

Can anyone prove that 🤨

Bright Sky

Vizerxa eats at least once a week, I've seen her slinking into the kitchen to put dirty dishes in the sink

Vizerxa

Exactly.

Bright Sky

Man's like a cat, just slinking in the shadows and glaring at anyone that dares notice them

Vizerxa

Lies.

Bright Sky

[insert a picture of Vizerxa mostly hidden by shadows, glaring at the viewer. she's midwalk, having been going back to her room] 

Ma'am, you G L A R E.

Vizerxa ​​​​​​

I do not. Why did you take a picture of me in the first place?

Keiluvi

[insert the Vizerxa picture, but with cat ears badly photoshopped onto it]

Vizerxa

Hey Keiluvi. How about you come over here to us. I want to talk.

Keiluvi

NOPE. NOPE. I DON'T WANNA FREEZE. IM NOT FUCKIN' WITH YOU

Vizerxa

I just want to talk, Keiluvi.

Keiluvi

I KNOW HOW YOU WORK YOU SCARILY SMART DRAGON

Vizerxa

I'm not scary..? I'm just observant.

Keiluvi

OH GREAT YOU'RE SOMEHOW OBLIVIOUS AS WELL

Vizerxa

Come to the Bright Palace. Trust me. Come here, Keiluvi.

Keiluvi

I DONT WANNA DIE SO NO <3

Vizerxa

Come here, Keiluvi.

Keiluvi

SORRY I UHM. I FORGOT TO. TO WALK THE MICROWAVE. GTG SORRY

Vizerxa

Keiluvi.

Snow Sky

LMFAOOO

Vizerxa

come back here, Keiluvi.

Silence followed Vizerxa's last message, and she knew the other members of the Fallen were laughing. She chuckles softly. Keiluvi really was an odd yet fascinating being... mysteriously showing up in all 'important' group chats, yet never being seen in person.

Vizerxa long since figured out Keiluvi lives in Quoruvelm, but hasn't been able to figure out more about the anonymous being.

She sighs softly as she sets her phone to silent, putting it face down on her desk, and going back to work.

[bmpmp3]

my dear followers let me tell you my tale. a tale that spans years - decades even.

this is my childhood home, my childhood bedroom. when i was but a wee bmpmp3, aged 7, i walked into my bedroom and reached up to turn on the light. the light was a small classic boob light, with incandescent bulbs. as i flicked the switch the light shorted, making a very loud zapping sound and terrifying me. it turns out the light fixture needed to be replaced, it must've gotten fried from the short or something like that?

the next light was another boob light. a different shaped boob, a bigger one, the generic one you see for cheap everywhere with brass toned metal and vaguely swirly white glass. this one never shorted, whatever electrical issue was there must've been fixed when the light was replaced. it took two compact fluorescent lightbulbs - a little safer and cooler than the old incandescent ones. this one lasted a long time, until i was about 20

but what didn't last was the cover - when i was 8 the thick glass boob kept falling and crashing on the floor. it scared me every time, somehow it didnt crack? the light was too large and heavy for how my ceiling was built, but it was the only size we could find. so my parents decided to remove the boob glass to avoid it falling on their 8 year old, etc - but this 'cause a new problem: without the glass to defuse the light from the two CFL bulbs, it was FAR too bright and hot. we removed one bulb and luckily it still worked, so for the next 10+ years i lived my life with 1 fluorescent lightbulb attached to a boob light base. and it was fine

except for how hot it got in the summer and how much bugs loved to fly directly into the bulb and die and fall in burnt smithereens below. compact fluorescent bulbs are cooler than incandescent, but they can still get hot!

BUT it worked. kind of. sorta. it was rough on migraines, etc. a few years ago my parents were replacing some recently busted lights with generic cheap LED fixtures, you know the ones. while they were at it, they replaced the one in my childhood bedroom as well as it was also not long for this world.

the LED fixture is solid, cooler, a lack of bugs dying it is nice! it is too cold of temperature though, and its diffusion is poor so it's also not good on migraines. but it works, someday i'll find a better one

but most importantly, its a quarter of the size of the boob lights. the base of the old boob light was removed along with any securing screws. as mentioned before, this ceiling is very weak, so this left a lot of holes surrounding the small LED fixture. small ones from the screws, but also a large empty gash right next to the light. looks something like this:

the gray being scruffs and holes surrounding the light. we figured we'd do something about that later

fast forward 5 years later - i see some bits of fluff fall from the ceiling. stuff falling is not unusual, this is an old house that creaks and moves, sometimes bits of plaster fall out the holes. fluff was new though. i look closer, it looks like insulation. i dont think anything of it. 10 minutes later. i see another bit of insulation fall. i look up. i see

HIM.

a cute little snout, whiskers illuminated in the LED light. i yell "HEY" for some reason? he crawls back in the hole. i frantically update my blog (important). the mouse is up in ceiling for now, but i worry he'll get to curious and fall down. my bed is right under the light. ruh roh.

with the help of my father, we devise a method to fill the cracks with steel wool to deter the mice, and then patch up and reinforce the rest with duct tape for the time being. hopefully this temporary fix wont be here for 5 years again LOL

this has been my story. this is how we got in this situation. i will leave you with this bonus photo of the current setup:

thank you and goodnight <3

every day at 4pm the mice in the attic like to run or wrestle or play bowling balls or jump up and down or dance or explode or something

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in seasons 2 & 3

warning: LOTS of sexual references

Sounds Good

Yours and Daryl’s relationship had been...interesting, for quite a while. It started after the group found Sophia in the barn. Daryl was affected in a bad way, and because everyone was rightly worried about Carol, nobody noticed Daryl storming off. Except you. As quickly as you could, you told Rick you’d go look after Daryl, and you sprinted after him. Naturally, Daryl was pissed at you, he snapped at you a few times, but you kept following him. He eventually realised that he wasnt going to stop you, so every so often he glanced behind him to check you were still there, and every time he saw that you were, he’d scoff and shake his head.

The two of you stumbled across a farmhouse, and in the basement was a goldmine. It was an alcoholic’s wet dream, bottles of alcohol covered the walls of the dark, cold room. Without a word, you and Daryl barricaded yourselves inside, and started to drink. The tension eased the more you drank, and before you knew it, you were rolling on your backs laughing at anything and everything. You dont remember anything after that, and neither does Daryl. All you know is that the two of you woke up completely naked, with your body sprawled over his. To say that was a surprising wake up call would be an understatement.

Daryl woke up to the sight of you pulling your jeans back on, and he checked you out for a few seconds before you noticed he was awake. You rolled your eyes at him, but you were smiling.

“This stays between us.” You told him once you were both dressed, and Daryl held his hands up in surrender.

“Aint plannin’ t’ kiss and tell!” He said, and you laughed as you headed back up the basement stairs.

“Whatever you say, Big Dick Daryl.” You teased him, not needing to look over your shoulder to know that he was blushing.

“Absolutely not.” He said, and you burst out laughing.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“Ya cant call me that.” Daryl told you, the shock of what you had just said was still scrunching up his face.

“Alright, what can I call you?” You questioned playfully.

Daryl did his signature scoff-laugh at that. “Anythin’ apart from that!”

And you smirked to yourself mischievously, knowing he would regret that choice of words. Challenge accepted.

Whacky, sexual petnames was how you began flustering him. You’d jog up to his bike, knowing that’s where you’d usually find him, and greet him loudly enough for him to worry the others could hear.

“Hey there sexy!”

“What’s up, the human embodiment of arousal?”

“Why hello, you sexy hunk of man meatloaf!”

“Hi there, sex on legs.”

The way Daryl’s eyes would widen at every new petname you invented for him, the way he blushed and scoffed and shrugged you off; tormenting him was just delicious. It was all in good fun though, and Daryl knew that.

What was less fun was when Daryl gained the confidence to retaliate in his own way. Whenever you greeted him with something whacky, he figured out exactly how to fluster you in return.

“Well hi, sunshine.”

“Hey gorgeous.”

“‘Ey beautiful, y’ alright?”

“Mornin’ sweet girl.”

Somehow, Daryl had figured out that because you were so comfortable calling him overtly sexual things, it must be the more cheesy stuff that flusters you. And he was absolutely right.

Soon enough, the two of you had pretty much formed a relationship that consisted of nothing more than ridiculously blatant and loud flirting. It started as a battle of who could fluster the other the most, but considering how constant it was, you both got used to each other behaving that way and getting flustered became more difficult. So instead, it just became a fun thing between you two that was guaranteed to make each other smile, as well as make anyone within earshot laugh or want to bleach their ears.

Once the two of you were confined to the prison, it only got worse for everyone around you.

Daryl casually leant back on the truck as Rick searched through it, his eyes were glued to your form as you headed for the doors with a basket of laundry. Daryl nodded at you.

“Ay gorgeous, ya headin’ my way?” He called out to you, and you grinned at him.

“In your dreams!” You shouted back, to which he laughed.

“Damn right!” He responded, his eyes lingering on your hips as you entered the prison doors ahead of him.

Rick just chuckled and shook his head, unfortunately used to situations exactly like that.

Neither of you had any real consideration for who overheard your comments, so long as the kids didnt hear the more sexual ones, of course.

“You comin’ by my cell later?” You’d ask Daryl whenever he wasnt on watch that night.

“Why, ya need tuckin’ in?” Daryl would smirk at you from the other side of the room.

You’d lean on the table that stood between you, so that you were dramatically pushing yourself towards him. “Ooh, keep talking, it’s just getting to the good part!”

And then you and Daryl would break off in fits of laughter, going about your separate business.

There were smaller and more common comments too. At least once a day, someone would overhear Daryl walk by you in a lowcut shirt and simply say:

“Nice wrack.”

Overall, though, the group had grown accustomed to the fact that although it wasnt the typical relationship, it was your own cute way of showing each other how you felt. Strange, but cute. So although at first it was shock after shock with the stuff you’d say to each other, everyone was so used to it by now that they simply smile and shake their heads like proud parents.

“Good morning to the sexiest man alive!” You call as you exit your cell, knowing that Daryl would be close by, waiting for your daily complimentary greeting.

Sure enough, as you round the corner you see him sitting on the floor fiddling with his crossbow, laughing at what you’d said.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.” He replies, giving you a smile he reserves just for you.

Later, you find yourself tending to the crops in the prison field while Daryl patrols the fences on watch. You wipe sweat from your forehead, holding your hand above your eyes to shield you from the son as you wolf whistle at him. Before Daryl has even turned around, he’s smiling, because he knows exactly who that whistle came from.

“What d’ya want, sweet girl?” He asks as he strolls over to you.

You very dramatically rake your eyes up and down his form. “You’re really gonna walk around here looking that good and not makeout with me?”

Daryl laughs, his eyes flicking between the ground and your eyes, smirking at you teasingly as ever. “Naw, you couldnt handle it.”

You bite your lip as you smile up at him. “Oh, I can handle anythin’ you’ve got for me, big boy.”

Daryl scoffs and shakes his head, trying to hide his slightly pink cheeks. Anytime one of your comments has the potential to link to his dick size, it’s guaranteed to fluster him, no matter how many times you do it.

“Get back t’ work, horny girl.” Daryl tells you before walking back over to the fence, and you smile away to yourself. Once he’s back at the fence, Daryl turns and sees you still smiling at the crops below you as you tend to them, but he knows you’re not thinking about tomatoes.

Finally finished with your farming duties of the day, you head back inside the prison. A few seconds after you flop into your bunk, you hear a vehicle drive in, and you jump to your feet. It takes your sore limbs a minute or so to get to the doorway, and since you only see Daryl, you assume that those who had just returned from the run have gone elsewhere in the prison. You stretch your arms above your head and let rip with a petname you have been waiting to use.

“HEY ANGEL DICK-“ But much to your soul destroying surprise, Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, and Carl, are standing with Daryl, so the rest of your sentence doesnt pass your lips.

You stand in the doorway with wide eyes, everyone staring at you, before they burst out laughing. Rick has his hand on Carl’s back, the two of them hunched over they’re laughing so hard, while Maggie and Glenn are crying laughing as they hug each other, and Hershel is chuckling and shaking his head at you. Blushing furiously, you bury your face in your hands as everyone loses their minds.

Daryl tries to laugh as quietly as he can since he doesnt want to add to your embarrassment, and he walks over to pull you into his chest so you can hide away. The rest of the people that heard your words are still laughing as they stumble back into the prison, leaving just you and Daryl outside.

“Did’ja need me for sum’?” He asks you quietly, that same teasing tone in his voice. He is never going to let you live this incident down.

However, you’ve had enough time to collect yourself and the pitiful remnants of your confidence, so you pull away from Daryl just enough to look at him as you sigh very dramatically.

“I got that fatal sickness again.” You break the news to him with a mocking sad expression.

“That so?” Daryl questions, his face already twisting into a smirk, and you nod.

“Yeah, the one that can only be cured by seeing the most arousing smile to ever grace the earth. A swoon is the only way to save me, Daryl, Im feeling faint!” You fall back dramatically in his arms and he, of course, makes sure you dont land on your ass.

“Fine.” Daryl smiles at you and you smack your forehead with the back of your head, wobbling your knees as you swoon.

“Im cured!” You cheer.

“Sure you dont need some rest? I can take you back to your cell.” And the smirk is back.

“Already coming onto a girl fresh out of recovery! Bad boy! I’ll talk to you later.” You flick Daryl’s biceps, and he laughs as he drops his arms from your waist and strolls back inside the prison.

Turning around, your eyes drink in his form as he walks away from you. Unfortunately for you, Daryl was not the only person in the doorway. Carol stands there, smiling and shaking her head at you.

“You are so in love with him.” She teases, and your jaw almost hits the floor.

“WHAT!?!” You whisper-shriek, not wanting Daryl to overhear and come running because he thinks you’re in some kind of trouble.

“He’s in love with you too, you are both being ridiculously obvious about it and you’re somehow still blind to each other’s feelings. Crazy kids.” Carol sighs, shaking her head as she walks around you, the two of you choosing to sit on the edge of the truck trailer.

You scoff. “The chances of Daryl actually being into me are next to none.”

Carol looks at you like you have personally insulted her. “Are you insane?!”

You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Carol. Daryl and I can flirt as much as we like, but he deserves so much better than me. The whole reason I dont make an actual move on him is because Im waiting for some beautiful girl to steal his heart from right in front of me.” Staring down at your jeans, you feel your own words weigh you down.

Carol’s quiet for a moment, and you barely notice because you’ve lost yourself to a period of sad overthinking. It’s only when she speaks up again that you realise she hadnt already replied.

“I think a beautiful girl has already stolen his heart.” Is all she says, and when you’re about to question her, Carol hops off the trailer and ever so casually waltzes back inside. Your eyes follow her, and that’s when you see Daryl leaning against the prison entrance with his arms crossed.

Feeling petrified all of a sudden, you snap your gaze away from him, not knowing what to say or do in this scenario. Somehow, Daryl is the one who knows what to do in a social situation, more than you do, because he strolls right over and sits down where Carol had previously been sitting, right beside you.

“Ya really thought I wasnt bein’ serious with ya this whole time?” Daryl asks you after a minute of silence, his voice hushed.

You just shrug, your gaze fixed on your jean covered thighs.

Daryl scoffs. “Jeez, (Y/N). How’re you the only one that cant see how crazy I am about ya?”

You stay silent, unable to find any words to speak as you lift your head to look at Daryl, but he’s staring off at the prison field.

“There aint nobody on this earth that could come take my heart from me, ‘cause I don’ have it no more. Ya’ve had ma heart since that night in the basement, and ya aint even known it.” He confesses, shaking his head and letting it hang as he falls into silence.

“If this is real, you have to promise to never bring up the angel dick incident ever again.” You tell him as you sniffle, wiping away the happy tears that had started falling from your eyes.

Daryl lets out a hearty laugh at your words, the kind of laugh that only you can bring out in him and he looks at you from the side. “Fine, I’ll sacrifice that trump card if it means you’ll believe me.”

You smile at him warmly, cheeks rosy as you breathe deeply and rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you stare out at the sunset, seeing the world in a true moment of peace, and understanding it.

“So, you wanna come back to my cell later?” You ask him, and he chuckles at you using one of the most classic lines within your flirtatious relationship

“Ya need tuckin’ in?” Daryl responds with a classic reply, and you sit back up, shaking your head.

“Nah, I was thinking you could stay.” You shyly meet his eyes, biting your lip, and seeing his eyes darken makes your stomach flip. Daryl leans in real close, his lips mere centimetres from yours when he decides to answer you.

“Sounds good.”