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carmenberzattosgf · 1 year ago

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Thinking unhinged thoughts.

Carmy fingering you in front of a mirror. You both sit on the floor, you’re in between his legs leaning back against his chest for support. He wants to make sure you do it right. Maybe he has to go away on a trip for a week or two and wants to make sure his pretty girl can get off without him there to help.

Carmen starts easy at first, taking his time with you. He runs his fingers along your thighs until your legs part for him. His eyes instantly look at the dark patch of your underwear through the mirror. “Already soaked for me?” he teases, running his pointer finger along the spot.

Even when he takes off your underwear, his teasing doesn’t end. He takes one finger and draws lazy, slow circles around you clit. You can’t help but writhe against him, begging for more. “Carmy- please. Need your fingers.”

“You already have them, baby. You know I have to take it slow. Gotta show my girl how to take care of herself while I’m gone,” he murmurs in your ear, holding eye contact with you in the reflection.

He savors the way you moan when he finally presses one of his fingers into your cunt. “Fuck- Carm-“

“Yeah? That what you needed?” He presses another finger in without warning, stretching you out. The sounds of his fingers thrusting inside of you fill the room. You whimper and try to hide your face in his neck, but he has other plans.

“Watch my fingers. Don’t take your eyes off of them.” Suddenly, his fingers curve up, hitting that spot inside of you.

“Fuck- feels so good- please don’t stop,” you beg. You watch as his fingers work inside of you. Your wetness coats his fingers, starting to drip down his hand.

Carmen praises you to no end. “Look at how pretty you look. Taking my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me aren’t you.” His thrusts speed up with every sentence. Your high getting closer and closer. Your hands dig into his thighs for support.

He stops, right before you’re about to cum. He can see the look in your eye that you’re about whine. “I told you this is so you can learn how to pleasure yourself like I pleasure you. I want to see what you’ve learned. Go on.”

“But- please Carm. Wanna cum on your fingers.” You see his jaw tense as you beg.

“I’ll make you cum after you show me. Now listen and behave. Can you start with touching your clit?” You hand comes up to touch yourself. You’re desperate for that high you were so close to. Your fingers circle your clit quickly before Carmen stops you. “Slow baby, slow.” His hand softly grabs your wrist to guide your movements, setting an easy, delicate pace. “There we go. Just like that. Feels better doesn’t it?”

“Yes. Fuck-“

“Go ahead and put a finger in for me.” Carmy takes his time to guide you as you finger yourself. His eyes stay locked on your cunt the entire time, watching your fingers move. “Add another one. You can take it,” he praises. You follow his instructions, adding another finger and curling your fingers up like he did earlier. The feeling is instantly euphoric.

“Shit! Carm-“ you moan out, twitching in his lap.

“Atta girl. That’s the spot isn’t it? Fuck- so pretty. Doing so fucking good for me. Such a good listener.

The feeling of your orgasm draws near again. “Carmy. I’m close please. Wanna come on your fingers. Please, need you.” His eyes darken with lust in the mirror.

“Let’s try this then. Need you to trust me, okay?”

You nod. “Y-yes Carmy. Please.” Without another word, Carmy’s middle and ring finger prod up against your entrance while your own fingers are still inside. Your eyes widen as he begins to press into you. You’ve never felt so full, gasping and clawing at his thigh. “S-shit. Fuck Carmy-.”

“You can take it, just a little more.” Once his fingers bottom out, he wastes no time to bring you to orgasm. His fingers and yours move together in sync, releasing a pleasure all over your body. You clench around the fingers inside of you. The sight is erotic in the mirror. You’ve never seen yourself so full, stretching to accommodate the thrusting of the fingers inside of you.

“Carmy- I’m going to-“ he curls his fingers just so as you speak, sending shocking through your body. “Please- can I cum. Need to cum please.”

“Go on baby. Cum for me,” he commands, and your vision goes white. Your climax overwhelms you as you practically melt into his chest. Your legs tremble with after shocks. Your breathing is heavy as you try to catch your breath.

Carmy as always enters aftercare mode. After removing both sets of fingers from your cunt, he starts worshiping you with praise. “You did so good for me baby. Such a good girl aren’t you. So proud of you for taking that.”

Let’s just say he definitely has you face time him while he’s on his trip to make sure his lesson stuck.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago

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To a Tea 2

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A demanding customer grows increasingly needy.

Character: Raymond Smith

The title is a pun, don’t @ me.

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

You don’t often miss work, but that week, a burst pipe throws everything off. A morning spent waiting on your landlord, then the next few hours for a plumber, has things a bit off kilter. Even the next day, you’re not quite back on point.

The patched wall next to fridge reminds you of the disaster and a dingy smell persists. You hope it doesn’t cling to you as you set off for your shift that day. If you can, you want to pick up some hours from others if their up for grabs. Harry doesn’t like Saturday’s, maybe he’ll hand over some.

You try to leave your problems behind as you catch a bus down to the city centre. You get to the tea shop five minutes before the hour. Jenna’s wrapping up the opening tasks as you go to leave your things in the back. You tie on your apron and unlock the front door for the first customers of the day.

At first, it’s a trickle. Never very much at all. The early risers who often come alone or if they aren’t, they don’t speak much or very loudly. The smell of fresh baking and the slow rising sun add to the lazy din.

“Thought the special was strawberry today,” you comment as you transfer macarons from a cooled tray to the display.

“Eh, it was but we didn’t have enough jam,” she shrugs. “Changed the sign, is all.”

“Ah, thought my mind was lagging again. Everything’s been off since yesterday.”

“Eh, how’s the apartment, anyhow? Marilyn said it was something about a leak?”

“Burst pipe,” you explain, “they took out the wall above the sink, buncha clanging all day. When I tell you this place is like heaven.”

She chuckles, “can be.”

“There’s a formal tea booked in the Marigold Room at noon,” she intones, “forgot to mention that. With Mother’s day coming up, suppose we’ll get more bookings.”

“Suppose,” you go to check the schedule hanging on the wall. “Party of twelve, wow.”

“I’ll man the till. Honest, since those ladies at New Years, I’ve hated doing them.”

“No problem, Harry should be here, shouldn’t he?”

“Well, he’s... called in.”

“Again?” You whine as you face her.

“Are you really surprised?” She scoffs.

“No one else to cover? Not even Louisa?”

“Nah, she’s on holiday still.”

You huff, “fine. Not much of a choose then, is it?”

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The tea room is as close to raucous as you’ve ever heard it. You have your back to the rest of the shop as you balance the stacked serving trays with an array of sponge cake, fruit, and biscuits. It’s the typical assortment for a tea party booking.

You’ve already served the tea and the sandwiches, and dessert is the last bit, along with any further pots needed to be steeped throughout. With a partner, it isn’t hard to keep up, but alone, it’s rather overwhelming. Jenna does her best to assist but there aren’t many lulls around lunch time.

Beyond that, the tourists are chatty. You could hardly get away to fetch each course as they wanted to chat about the culture and your suggestions of what they should do next. It’s nice that they’re friendly but still stressful.

You put the trays on the cart and roll it around the counter. As you do, you nearly skid to a halt. In the rush, you hadn’t noticed him. Your eyes meet Raymond’s as he watches you. Intent, intense. You give an apologetic smile and nod in acknowledgement. Jenna wanted to deal with the main room, she’ll have to wipe down his table and do her best.

You roll behind the wall and into the Marigold room. You present the tray and grab it by the ring at the top, lifting it onto the centre of the table. You roll around to gather the empty plates and cups, taking two pots for refill.

You come back out and see Raymond standing, just as he was. He sees you too. Watching, hands folded, knuckles white, jaw set. He’s usually patient but you don’t know how long he’s been waiting.

You roll behind the counter and sigh, clearing off the cart as Jenna steams a tea latte.

“Can you wipe Raymond’s table?” You ask.

“Who?” She furrows her brow.

You glance over your shoulder toward the man in question and she follows. She rolls her eyes, “I tried, I wiped the the table. He didn’t sit.”

“Hm, well... did you wash your hands first?”

“Christ Almighty, what is he a child?”

“Jen, he’s just... you know, my mom’s the same. He can’t help it.”

“You can deal with him. I won’t be arsed,” she sniffs, “he was rude and you know I don’t got time for those ones.”

“Jenna, I’m kinda up to my eyes,” you dump the used bags from a pot. “I know he can be prickly but just wash your hands and redo the table.”

“Ugh, fine,” she sneers, “but you owe me.”

“Let’s call it even,” you retort as you pour boiling water into the pots mouth.

She shakes her head and huffs, “guess it is.”

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It’s nearly three in the afternoon. It’s quiet. Harry’s on his phone instead of doing the cups and your wiping the empty tables to keep yourself moving. The door opens and you glance over to make sure Harry’s alert. He’s not.

Doesn’t matter. It’s him. Raymond. You stand and clutch the cloth tight in your hand as you greet him.

“Be right with you, Raymond,” you assure him.

He barely looks at you as he goes to wait next to his table. You go behind the counter and mutter under your breath in Harry’s direction, “...dirty cups.” You wash your hands and make sure to clink some of the empty porcelain in an effort to draw your coworker’s attention. He’s still entranced by his phone.

You take the disinfectant wipes and go back out. You approach Raymond as he checks his watch.

“How are you today?” You ask.

He grumbles and shrugs, “fine.”

“English Breakfast, black,” you declares as you finish wiping up, “usual.”

“So you remember,” he challenges as he steps close, closer than ever, before sidling around to sit.

“Of course, I always do,” you smile.

“And last time?”

“Last time...”

“Twice.”

You’re confused. What is he talking about?

“I came on Tuesday and you weren’t here. Then on Thursday, you didn’t even say hello.”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry, Raymond, it was a busy day. Tuesday, I had a personal emergency so I didn’t even know you’d been in--”

“I’ll have my tea now,” he interjects tersely.

“Right, tea,” you confirm and spin around.

“Crooked strings,” he remarks dully, “again.”

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daryltwdixon · 3 months ago

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The Ruins of Us: Chapter 19

Summary: You have a sweet moment with Daryl before tempers rise at shooting practice. Meanwhile, a childhood memory resurfaces, reminding you of a simpler time when an awkward, innocent moment with Daryl left you both embarrassed yet connected.

warnings: emoshie hehe, no other warnings. Shane is an ass!

notes: bit of a longer chapter than usual, sorry that the chapter mood board is off I'm too lazy tonight

You wake in the morning to the soft light of dawn filtering into the RV, the bed beneath you far more comfortable than you expected. Dale had insisted you take one of the back beds, figuring you’d had enough for the day. He didn’t think a tent or couch in the Greene house would do you much good after what you’d been through. Stretching, memories of the previous day come back in flashes, tugging at the edges of your mind.

You weren’t sure how to confront Shane. You weren’t one to shy away from confrontation, but Shane had become dangerous, more foreboding as time went on. The way he’d so easily laid hands on you, getting in your face with that temper flaring—it had you on edge. You’d have to be strategic when you spoke to him, preferably with people nearby or at least within earshot. Last night, you left Daryl in the late evening once his soft snoring filled the room, and after a few minutes by the fire pit, Dale had offered you the RV bed, bless him.

Thoughts of worst-case scenarios cloud your head as you shake yourself awake and rise from the bed. You can’t help but run through how you’re going to handle talking to Shane, how scary he’s become. It makes your chest tighten, but you push it aside for now.

As you make your way into the Greene house, the kitchen is already bustling with activity. Maggie spots you first, her green eyes lighting up as she gives you a wide smile. “Mornin’,” she says softly.

You glance around the kitchen, spotting Hershel, Patricia, and Jimmy moving about, chopping, stirring, and getting breakfast ready. A girl you haven’t met before, with long, wavy white-blonde hair, stands at the stove. She turns at Maggie’s greeting, and her big blue eyes meet yours. You offer her a quiet smile and ask, “Can I help with anything?”

“Just help yourself,” Maggie calls over when Beth stays quiet, turning back to her cooking. It hits you how strange it must be for them to have their quiet farm overrun by strangers. You’ve hardly been much help yourself, what with Hershel patching everyone up and doing all the heavy lifting.

“Hershel,” you say quietly, grabbing a slice of homemade toast and slathering it with jelly. He looks up at you with his usual kind expression. “Is there anything I can help with? Put me to work. I can handle manual labor,” you insist.

Hershel smiles softly, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. “Thank you, miss, but we don’t need you strainin’ those wounds just yet.”

“Please, it’s the least I could do,” you push, then add, “What about the horses? I can muck stalls or put out some hay.”

Hershel chuckles and nods. “If you’re so keen, Beth would probably appreciate someone taking over her chores for the morning. Go right ahead.”

You smile, grabbing your plate of eggs and toast and balancing a mug of coffee in the other hand. You make your way back to the downstairs bedroom, half-expecting Daryl to still be in bed, but your heart skips a beat when you find it empty. You peer out the window, chewing the last bit of toast. The sun is climbing higher, and you see the group emerging from their tents. Andrea is walking toward the tent farthest from the house, one nestled under a large tree. You don’t need to be told whose tent it is—you already know.

Out the front door and into the yard, you take long strides, careful not to trip or spill coffee as you make your way to the towering tree past the yard. You hear Glenn and Carol call good mornings to you, in which you nod your head to them, unable to wave at the moment. As you approach, Andrea is coming out with a small smile, and stops when she sees you.

“Hey,” she says softly. You stop in front of her now, waiting. You can tell she’s working out something to say, so you stand patiently with her.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday,” she says to you, “I can’t believe I shot Daryl,”

You swallow the remaining bite of toast that you were holding onto with your teeth, “it’s okay, he’s alive, that’s all that matters,” you try to smile, but your wall is still up with her after she so easily dismissed you yesterday by the RV. She nods, looking away, and walks off.

Stepping into the tent, you see Daryl laying on his back on top of a small cot, a book in hand. His shirt is open, and you can help when your eyes trail down his chest and stomach, to where his jeans sit on his waist.

“What, no picture book?” you tease him, handing him the plate of food, “where’d you go? How come you weren’t inside?”

He takes it with a small “thanks,” and you sip your coffee, sharing with him. He sits up as he shoves the toast in his mouth.

Daryl shifts on the cot, swallowing the large bite, “Got tired of bein’ in there, all these people around. Needed to get away,” he mutters, casting a glance at the opening of the tent as if he’s half-expected someone to walk in. “Can’t stand most of these people.”

You sip your coffee and lean against the post of the tent. “How’d you end up with these guys anyway? Especially Shane,” you ask, taking a slice of toast from the plate. You see Daryl tense at the mention of him.

His chewing slows, eyes flicking to yours before he looks away again. “Didn’t know he was with ‘em when we found the camp. Me and Merle…” he trails off, his face hardening slightly, “we were gonna take their food. Maybe a couple guns. Day before I found you.”

You nod slowly. It wasn’t shocking that Daryl and Merle had been planning something like that.

“But then Shane came back from the woods with that lady, Lori,” Daryl adds, quieter this time. His jaw clenches as he took another bite, his eyes narrow slightly as if recalling that moment. “Didn’t sit right. Shane always had that look on his face, like he’s in charge, like he can get away with anythin’.”

“Then why’d you stay?” you ask, trying to understand why Daryl, who disliked most people and was particularly wary of Shane, and especially from what you’d uncovered about what went down before the apocalypse. You’re surprised he hadn’t just walked away once he knew who was in the group.

He glances up at you, his expression guarded but flickering with something softer for a split second. “Figured it was better to stick around. See what kinda group they were. Especially when Merle went on the run with em’ the next day. Then I found you, and couldn’t leave you behind with… with that asshole runnin’ things,” he says, his voice quieter, “Couldn’t let him...not again…”

His words –said and unsaid–hang in the air for a moment. You aren’t sure how to respond, so you just watch as Daryl goes back to finishing his breakfast. The tension between him and Shane was palpable, and you can’t help but feel the weight of everything that is unspoken. You stare at him for a moment, letting the silence settle between you. Daryl rarely talked this much, especially about anything deeper than the surface. After what he shared last night, it felt like you were seeing a side of him that most people probably never got to. Something you hadn’t seen in a long time either.

Daryl shifts on the cot, laying and twiddling with an arrow from his crossbow as he glances away. “If it weren’t for that girl missin’, I’d be gone…out lookin’ for Merle,” he mutters, his tone a bit more distant now, like his mind had wandered to his brother.

Your heart sinks a little at his words. It wasn’t that you don’t understand—Merle was his brother, after all, and almost like your own—but the thought of Daryl leaving, of him disappearing again like he had before, leaves an uncomfortable ache in your chest.

“You’d leave us behind, huh?” you ask quietly, trying to keep your voice light, though you can’t hide the edge of sadness that crept in. You manage a small teasing smile. “Guess it’d be karma if I had to get used to you takin’ off and leaving me behind this time.”

Daryl scoffs, shooting you a look that makes it clear he thinks you are being ridiculous. “Don’t be stupid,” he grumbles, shifting in his seat to face you. “You’re not leavin’ my side anymore.”

Your eyes widen a little at the sudden firmness in his voice, but before you can respond, he adds, “Tired of one of us gettin’ shot when we ain’t together. Shit never woulda happened if you were with me. You woulda never let me do half the stupid shit I did out there on the ridge neither.”

There’s a rawness in his words, a frustration that you hadn’t quite heard from him before. It’s like he’s carrying the weight of both of your injuries—the bullet wounds, the close calls—and blaming himself for every second you weren’t by his side.

You swallow hard, trying to push back the lump forming in your throat. “Daryl, we couldn’t have known—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cuts you off, his voice rougher now, like he’s angry with himself more than anything. “Shoulda been there. Shoulda kept you safe. Ain’t happenin’ again.”

The intensity of his gaze makes your breath catch for a moment, but instead of backing away, you reach over and lightly touch his cheek, just below the graze of the bullet yesterday, “You always have my back, Dare. And I’ll have yours.”

Daryl glances down at your body being so close now, the hand against his face. His expression softening just a little before he gives a small nod. He doesn’t say anything more, but the look in his eyes says enough.

“I didn’t think I’d ever belong anywhere,” you admit, your own voice wavering slightly, surprising yourself with the admission, “not until I met you.”

Daryl’s gaze softens, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he doesn’t look away. There was something between you that didn’t need saying—a shared understanding, a bond that had been there long before the world went to hell.

After a long silence, Daryl finally nods, his expression hardening slightly like he was trying to protect himself again. “Don’t go makin’ it sound like I’m some kinda hero,” he mutters, but there was no bite to his words.

You smile softly, knowing he was deflecting, but also knowing that deep down, he was grateful. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you tease gently, letting your hand slip from his face.

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After mucking the couple of stalls in the barn for Hershel, you’re left sweaty but satisfied with the feeling of hard work. The sun is rising higher in the sky, casting a warm glow across the farm, and you wipe the back of your hand across your forehead as you make your way toward the house. As you walk, your eyes land on Rick, Shane, and Glenn gathered around the blue truck, deep in conversation.

Shane spots you first, his sharp gaze locking onto you as you get closer. The easy banter he was sharing with Rick dies off, and his eyes follow your movements, lingering just a little too long, always staring.

“Y/N, comin’ to target practice?” he calls. You peer around and see Beth and Patricia by the truck too, figuring they must be joining. He has his arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on you with that smug look he always wore.

You hesitate for a second, stomach twisting in anger and wariness. Every fiber of your being tells you to ignore him, to walk the other way and not give him the satisfaction. But if you’re being honest, part of you wants to show him you could handle yourself, that you weren’t afraid. A couple more people are accumulating as well, making the idea of joining them a little more convincing.

Reluctantly, you walk over, keeping your face neutral as you approach the group. Shane’s eyes follow you the whole way, but you don’t flinch. You won’t give him that.

“Figured you could use the practice,” he says, his tone casual but dripping with that same condescension you expect from him.

You swallow down the immediate retort that came to mind and give him a curt nod. “I’ll give it a shot,” you mutter, walking up to the car and sitting in the front passenger seat.

You cross your arms over your chest. When you look back over at the tent, Daryl is watching, but instead of the usual glaring he did at whatever Shane was up to when it came to you, he has a smirk playing on his lips. It’s all it takes to ease your tension, your shoulders sagging in relief, and almost smiling to yourself. You’re a good shot. The best hunter you knew taught you how to shoot, for god’s sake. This would be easy, and maybe…maybe even fun.

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The sound of glass bottles shattering and pinging rings through the air as people are shooting them from the fence posts. You smile over at Carl, who Shane is talking to about holding a gun correctly. You remember Shane telling you about his gun classes, and you had to admit when he wasn’t being intimidating, he was sweet with the kids.

He stands fully then, letting Carl take a shot, and the kid hits just off the side of the bottle, making it clang but not fall.

“Keep workin’ on that aim little man,” he pats his shoulder, then looks over at you. Your smile falters when his dark eyes find yours.

“How’s that practice comin’ along?,” he says to you, sauntering over.

You roll your eyes and lift up the handgun you’d been given without another word.

Shane watches you closely, but you ignore it. The others are eyeing you curiously but keep quiet. You take your stance, line up your shot, and with steady hands, squeeze the trigger. The bullet hits dead center of the glass, causing a blast and falling to the ground. You can feel Shane’s eyes narrowing behind you.

“Nice shot,” T-Dog comments from the side, giving you a nod of approval.

You reload and fire again, another dead center hit. But before you can take a breath, Shane steps closer, standing just behind you, his voice low and almost too close for comfort. “Didn’t think you’d come over. Thought you’d been avoidin’ me,” he says, voice dripping with fake friendliness.

Your jaw clenches, but you don’t take your eyes off the target. “Been busy,” you reply coolly, taking a shot again and hitting another glass bottle. The tension between you is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Yeah? Busy with what?” Shane presses, his tone harder now, the underlying challenge unmistakable.

You lower the gun for a moment and turn your head just slightly to look at him, your eyes meeting his with a steely glare. “Don’t push it, Shane,” you say quietly, your voice firm but controlled. You know better than to provoke him now, but the edge in your tone is clear.

Shane’s lips curl into that same infuriating smirk. “Just sayin’, you’re missin’ out,” he mutters, but it’s clear the tension between you isn’t lost on anyone.

Just as Shane’s presence becomes almost suffocating, you hear footsteps to the side of you. Daryl strolls up casually, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the scene. His crossbow slung over his shoulder, he looks relaxed—too relaxed, considering the tension. He stops just short of the range, leaning against a post as if he’s watching the whole thing for his own amusement. You hadn’t seen him join the group of cars heading out, but you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you notice him.

“Teachin’ or just standin’ too close for fun?” Daryl quips, his eyes flicking between you and Shane.

Shane’s jaw tightens, and he steps back slightly, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “Just makin’ sure she knows what she’s doin’,” Shane mutters, though the edge in his voice is clear.

Daryl gives a half-smile, clearly enjoying the fact that his presence has knocked Shane off balance. “Looks like she knows better than most of y’all,” he says, nodding toward the empty fence where your shots have burst the glass bottles, “taught her well, didn’t I?”

You can’t help but smirk a little yourself, feeling some of the tension ease off as Daryl’s eyes meet yours, still amused, but maybe proud?. He isn’t going to step in directly—he rarely does when it comes to you handling yourself—but just his presence is enough to shift the dynamic.

Shane, on the other hand, isn’t done. “You oughta watch yourself,” he mutters, still close enough for only you to hear. “Ain��t smart to go thinkin’ you can handle everything on your own.”

You feel a flash of anger rise up, but you refuse to let it show. Instead, you calmly turn, locking eyes with Daryl. His expression remains neutral, but you catch that subtle twinkle in his eye—the kind that says he has no doubt you’ll handle this. He doesn’t need to step in. He knows you can stand your ground.

Without a word, you calmly hand the gun to Shane, the weight of the weapon hitting his palm harder than expected, and you give him a small, dismissive smile. "Funny thing is, I don’t need to handle everything by myself. I just don’t need your help."

Shane’s brow twitches, but before he can respond, you spin on your heel and walk over to Daryl, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. As you reach Daryl, the faintest hint of a proud smile tugs at his lips.

X flashback x

The spring sun had been a welcome beam through the windows for hours, casting golden light across the tiny kitchen. Winter was soon to be over, but the cold still stuck in the air. Daryl was perched on the countertop, legs swinging back and forth as you tried to figure out how to make lunch for yourselves. You had your feet on the floor as he was passing you random cans of food from the cupboard. His dad wasn’t around, and you were thankful for it. Merle had just turned 16 and was off to who knows where, so it was just the two of you in the Dixon trailer. You were both still so young to be on your own, but you had gotten used to it by now. You both welcomed the time spent with just the two of you.

He had found an old can of soup in the cupboard and you were both poking at it with forks, figuring it would do. You plopped it in a small pot on the stove, turning on the gas flames. You weren’t really paying attention to anything but the mess you were making when, out of nowhere, Daryl got quiet.

He’d been stealing glances at you, his brow furrowed like he was thinking way too hard for someone who was supposed to be focused on lunch. You finally noticed the shift and stopped what you were doing, looking up at him.

“What’s your problem?” you asked, trying to sound tough, but you were genuinely curious. He was always a little quiet, but this was different.

Daryl shifted where he sat, his legs swinging less now as he mumbled, “Nothin’... just thinkin’.”

“Thinkin’ about what?” You poked him In his leg with your finger, making him glance at you nervously. You had no idea what was going through his head, but his cheeks were starting to turn pink. You couldn’t help the toothy smile as you giggled at him for being such a weirdo, but returned to your cooking.

He shrugged, and then, out of nowhere, leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours—quick, clumsy, and totally unexpected. The kiss lasted no more than a second, and when he pulled back, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it.

Your eyes went wide, and for a second, neither of you said anything. You could feel your own cheeks heating up, and your stomach did a weird flip. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to feel about it.

Then Daryl started rambling, trying to cover up what he just did. “I saw it in a movie once. I dunno. Just wanted to see... what the big deal was.”

You blinked at him, processing his words, and then burst out laughing. “You’re such a weirdo, Daryl!” you said, still giggling.

Daryl’s freckled nose scrunched up, embarrassed and frustrated. “Ain’t no big deal,” he mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning his back against the upper cabinets like he was mad, but the corners of his mouth were twitching.

You both waited through the quiet—awkward and unsure—until the silence broke when the soup in the pot started to boil over, hissing and spilling onto the stove. You yelped and he jumped down from the counter, both of you scrambling to save what little lunch you had managed to put together.

“Look what you did!” you teased, trying to scoop the soup back into the pot with a fork, laughing through it all.

Daryl finally broke into a grin, shaking his head. “It’s your fault!” he shot back, playfully shoving your shoulder.

Soon, the awkwardness faded away, and the two of you were back to being the kids you were, chasing each other around the kitchen, laughing like nothing had ever happened.

#daryl #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl one shot #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl twd #the ruins of us

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eliounora · 1 year ago

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I'm not a big disney fan outside of childhood nostalgia but every time I see one of those prince rankings I'm like ok but I could rank them better. and I happened to be bored so I did

some mentions I have to make so people don't wonder:

flynn rider: basic choice. scientifically engineered to be a hot man. no bite or edge to him. if you look at concept art he was supposed to be a big guy but they changed him to this market researched douche with a soul patch. absolute travesty

aladdin: he’s cute and good-hearted, lies to get his way but learns to be true to himself. lessons we all learn in life. next

jim: has the best song. i too want the moment to be real

phoebus: mmm. ehh

prince charming: literally what it says on the tin. storybook prince. not a man, a plot device

cinderella's prince: has a thing for feet. nice. funny in the sequels but a cardboard box is more interesting than his design

and now the top 10:

10. hercules: hunky demigod himbo. true hero is tested by the strength of his heart. the lesson all gym bros need to learn.

9. quasimodo: has heart and character, and sang “out there” like an angel.

8. prince eric: spends all his days with his dog and playing the recorder. who let him out of containment. too nervous to kiss a girl he likes even though she is sending obvious signals. he wants to get the know her better. king

7. tarzan: loin-clothed hunk with the facial structure of a statue. roams the jungle to the tunes of phil collins. loves his mom without being weird about it. prime man

6. the beast: eye and soul candy for the monsterfuckers. hot take but he wasn’t that bad as a human. he was hot. especially when you consider that his backstory included him being so snobby and vain that he was turned into the beast. like isn't that the consequences of your actions pretty boy. love to see it

5. milo: linguist. has round glasses and that 90s curtain haircut. all features that can indicate sleeziness but he is a good guy, meaning sometimes a man with round glasses and 90s curtain haircut can be trusted. a lanky charming nerd and therefore my exact type unfortunately

4. kenai: excellent protagonist. so deep in the throes of toxic masculinity he gets turned into a bear. isn't that the consequences of your actions pretty boy

3. shang li: bisexual king. nothing more to add.

2. prince naveen: now I may come from a protestant culture but a lazy jackass learning the value of hard work and love is what it’s all about. a dish. gets turned into a frog, isn't that the consequences of your actions pretty bo-

1. robin hood: “he's a fox hahah furry" FUCK YOU. HE IS THE FINEST MAN OUT THERE. HE HANGS OUT WITH HIS BEST FRIEND IN THE WOODS. HE HAS BEEN TRUE TO HIS SWEETHEART SINCE CHILDHOOD. he thinks he’s not good enough for her, but in a chivalrous way instead of pathetic. steals from the rich and gives to the poor. great with kids. they don’t make men like this anymore, and with that I mean men of integrity. “MARIAN MY DARLING I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.” (CRIES)(THROUGH TEARS) LOVE IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY YOU WERE JUST A CHILD AT PLAY

#nor's rambles #does not include commentary on why disney turns all their poc protagonists into animals. saving that for some other time #i love to see a man learn a lesson

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sugary-bluebell · 2 years ago

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Can I request genshin impact Short genshin boys (Specifically Tighnari, Cyno, Heizou, Venti, And Kazuha) with a lazy yet genius male reader. If you don’t do Headcanons with multiple people then I’ll let you choose one of the short boys

short boys with a lazy yet genius bf

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°•A/n: so, I left out Cyno since i don't have a good understanding of his character yet Imo, also so sorry for not writing this sooner, love. i have been a bit busy with things :')

◇Warnings◇: none(?)

°•Characters: Tighnari, Heizou, Venti and Kazuha

°•Reader: male, can be read as gn tho

Tighnari:

What is he gonna do with you?

Don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores you but can you PUlease get your work done?

As much as loves taking naps with you somewhere in the forest he doesn't want you putting your work till last minute

Again, might he add

You two first met in the academias library...you were passed out while reading for one of ur major exams the night before

While other scholars and students thought you were cheating your way through, cuz all they see you doing is napping or messing around

Tighnari has experienced ur hard work, and to answer ur question, no it wasn't because he was tutoring you or through a group project, we aren't in a romantic fantasy ofc or are we-

No, thanks to his good hearing, he can hear your mumbling when you're memorising or the scribblings of your pen when it hits the paper

You and him make a good team when it comes to research or work in general

He keeps you motivated to finish the said project without procrastinating and you not only remind him to take brakes, you have also stopped him from poisoning himself with wild mushrooms on multiple occasions-

You also love using his tail as a pillow, and he let's you! :D

Heizou:

Honestly, if it wasn't for your laziness, you would've given him a run for his mora-

ofc he'll never admit you could be a better detective than him, not only for his pride but also to keep Sara away from you

He LOVES when you visit his office <3

Plus you almost always bring snacks with you

Sometimes you tag along with him to the crim scenes

Yes, technically, he isn't allowed to bring you there but he loves when you help him out

And lemme tell you, he LOVES how after you two are done, your eyes get droopy and an adorable pout-

He'll die happy if you were his last memory

Venti:

While this alcoholic loves and appreciates how smart you are- he loves that your lazy way more

Why? Well, he likes napping with you during the afternoon on the hands of his statue, you also bring blankets and pillows too

Dw he helps getting them up there-

Every time there's an event at angels share he drags you with so you can calculate the cheapest price he can get for high quality wine

Loves listening to you rambling about ur work while slowly falling asleep <3

He does drag you on walks tho, he worries so daily walks in or out of mondstad is a thing

Offered you a sip of his fave wine only to drop his glass once you told him you figured out the ingredients and methods in making it

Kaeya lifting his eye patch with his jaw going slack in the background after hearing what you just said

Kazuha:

Goo goo eyes in your direction 24/7 from him but your too tired to notice

Loves reading poetry to you and loves getting feedback from his beloved bunny <3

Calls you bunny cuz he saw your cheek squashed against the table you were working on and thought of a bunny

You tried to write a poem for him but it took so long that you thought to give him it another day-

..only for him to find it and blush like a madman while reading what you wrote

It doesn't even have to be good cuz he's touched that you squeezed in the time to write this from him, knowing how many projects you have going on

When you pull all nighters, he lights calming sented candles, makes you the drink or snack of your choice, gives you a kiss on the forehead with encouraging words and leaves you be to focus

Looking into the things your passionate about to engage in a conversation about it just cuz it makes you happy and they way your eyes light up is just so beautiful to him

#genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact venti #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact heizou #genshin impact tighnari #genshin impact headcanons #m!reader #x male reader #x gn reader #gn!reader

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pampanope · 1 year ago

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Graves Headcannons from Shadows’ POV (Part 3):

part 1 Part 2

((Hey ya’ll, hope the weekends a good one! More Graves stuff~))

The Graves manual made it back to 7-11 a mere two weeks since his last entry.

He groggily left his blanket cocoon of warmth, shambled towards the door, wrenched it open ready to chew out the impertinent little shit who’d been rapping at it incessantly, only to have the massive binder shoved into his chest with enough force to stun him; too stunned to catch the identity of his unwanted visitor, who had the sense to haul ass immediately away from the doorway.

There was giggling accompanied by several voices and boots scampering down the hallway.

Ballsey, noisy, and reckless enough to bother an officer at 0600 on his one day of zero responsibility? Clearly they were the fresh batch of recruits he’d been working on, still too new and wet behind the ears to have callsigns of their own.

If he was any other lieutenant 7-11 would’ve given chase, hunted each of them down and handed out extra drills and the honor of scrubbing one of the barracks’s communal showers.

Alas, he was only himself; lazy at his core and an unrepentant enjoyer of his day off. No baby Shadows he needed to teach, no training with his platoon, and no paperwork. Unless the more senior staff or an act of god (Graves) said otherwise, 7-11 wasn’t gonna exert more energy than he needed to.

Sleep ruined, 7-11 rubbed the grogginess from his eyes and plopped the heavy binder onto his desk. Might as well add some shallow, surface level Graves trivia, because anything deeper was too much for his fuzzy mind.

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-it’s not that he’s ashamed but he’s very self-conscious of his accent; he’s aware of the stereotypes attached to it, so he softens and flattens it a bit when dealing with clients.

-but when he’s relaxed, exhausted, fighting off sleep’s siren call? The accent thickens, sweet as molasses.

-turns red when he thinks he’s been caught nodding off though. Everyone should pretend they didn’t notice and wait for sleep to drag him under. Calling attention will just fluster him.

-some of you’ve seen or heard the boss mumble in his sleep; again, pretend you never noticed.

-He seems to bristle or shy away a bit at showing vulnerability or receiving affection.

(Like a growly coyote that won’t admit to enjoying head scritches, 7-11 mused fondly. Let’s see if we can fix that.)

-although he likes the occasional drink, Graves tries to keep a sober head most times as commander, especially on missions (the Graves Alone Xmas fiasco, as many Shadows have taken to calling it, was a damn fluke, an aberration, and 7-11 will make sure there will never be a repeat)

-he bites. Hard. No, i will not elaborate.

-has a fragrant woodsy scent (it’s fucking distracting, especially during spars)

-Graves is possessive. More on this another time.

-gets severe road rage; Graves will shout, abuse the horn, roll down the window to insult you, your mother, and your shit driving in that order, and stick a hand out to flip you off; he’d flip you off with both hands if he didn’t need one on the wheel at all times. (The Shadows are glad he isn’t reckless enough to try and overtake anyone while cuts him off, he’s just REALLY loud about it.)

-he isn’t bad at cooking, he’s actually pretty good. Just limited in what he makes, but they turn out delicious. (“Hell, if you get stuck with me in some safe house, at least you won’t be swallowing down burnt MREs while pretending you wouldn’t sell my ass for a single corn chip.”) In this, he’s excellent wife material self-sufficient.

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7-11 decided that was enough writing on his day off before shutting the binder. He got up, did some luxurious, toe curling stretches, and padded towards the bathroom to get the day started.

If he’s lucky, he could find a warm patch of grass to nap on before the sun rose to high. Preferably somewhere pesky baby Shadows wouldn’t find him.

#sorry 7-11 but those recruits like you hahaa #shadow company #phillip graves #call of duty #mw2 #mw3 #my stuff #graves cod #cod graves

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nanistar · 2 years ago

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Any advice on how to draw backgrounds? Gotten to the point in my art where im semi confident in drawing poses and expressions but backgrounds?? girl help i can only somewhat draw a tree

oh hell yeah i love backgrounds, ive been working on more interiors lately (when not overburdened by sbc work lol) but im assuming you're asking about nature so that's how im going to answer it as okay so: -first of all find yourself a good TEXTURED blending/smudging brush because it will save your life. i use these rock texture brushes from This Studio Ghibli pack, it's $6 and i HIGHLY recommend the whole pack because it's the main one i use for most of my bg foliage/grass ect and i love it dearly

-find references either in irl photos or other artist's work. if using another artist's work watch their speedpaints or look at what you like about their art style and techniques and steal it. im serious. obviously don't trace it and pass it off as something of your own but look at how they do the aspects you struggle with, and try to incorporate that

for me, that struggle is forest foliage because i have a hard time filling out the spaces without everything looking like same colored blobs, so i looked at how my buddy hannah mudshadow does bgs because she's really good at filling out a scene and making it look natural, and i noticed she uses a lot of abstract shapes instead of trying to render every leaf, so rather than doing my base work for bushes/trees with a leaf brush, i use a chunky scatter brush now and it looks really good, and then i can go and add some leaf brushes on top of that for more definition in areas that might catch light ect so that will give it the thick, bushy .. bush look without looking crowded or too shaped

-nature is messy as hell and things are never going to be perfectly shaped and toned unless you're drawing perfectly managed hedges or something. got some dirt brown on your green bush? those are dead leaves now. accidental weird texture on your tree? the bark is gone there, something ate it. bushes and trees have dead branches that just hang out there in them, grass grows long and sometimes a deer or whatever doesn't eat the whole patch so there's long uneven sprigs sticking up. petals fall off flowers. trees have huge webs of branches

-don't try to detail everything. make things further away more abstract and messy to give the illusion of detail. throw a gradient over it for some slight tone variation or something so it;s not completely flat but ppl are going to look at your subject and see the rest of it with the corner of their eyes, so you don;t need to fully render every flower in the field. here's some examples of that

the cactuses in the far BG are just V and Y shapes, the joshua tree in the middle distance is dark with some light blobs right on the edge where the needles would catch light.

this is from 2021 so be nice to me but as the flowers go back in the distance, i stop rendering their petals and start doing blue dots with white dots, and then even further away i just sorta blend blue and green together to give the illusion of a field of flowers.

-i dont know what your style is, but i personally hate using a ton of layers and tend to merge them as i go, but for the most part i draw every panel of SBC bg on the same 1 layer, going back to front (start with sky, mountain, bg grass, foreground grass and cactus, then go back and scatter foliage as necessary) and it keeps my stuff loser and i tend to get less precious about making things look perfect. i also work very fast because i am unironically really lazy at art and am desperate for shortcuts.

-oh yeah one more thing. assuming you draw cats, cats are SOOOOOO small in comparison to literally everything. as warrior artists i think our perspective gets a but confused sometimes (i am certainly guilty of this too!) and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this because sometimes that's just how you have to build your scenes, but it really makes me laugh when i see scenes of like, rusty jumping off his fence to go into the woods, but the fence is only a bit taller than him. so try to remember things are huge and cats are small as hell

na'ni's a huge cat, all things considered but look at her compared to my small aloe plant

or the cedar tree in my front yard.

absolutely microscopic. don't look at my slippers.

so yeah. i hope this helps, it's not so much a tutorial because i don't think i'm the best person for tutorials because honestly i dont know much and this is all stuff i've picked up on, like i dont know shit about composition or values or color theory but this is important stuff to keep in mind about the environments themselves. don't worry too hard about colors at first because you can always change it by adjusting your curves n stuff. or slap a filter on that bad boy. or dont. also pay attention to your horizon line because it helps angle the rest of your piece. but look up tutorials for that because i only started learning about it like a week ago

#mine #art advice #idk man #ppl feel free to add on to this #nani irl

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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💖 This one's an anon request for our adorable ot8 reacting to their s/o wearing eye patches because of their lazy eye. I am, as always, really happy that I received it. My darling, you are such a uniquely beautiful human and don't you forget it. Pairing: ot8! skz x reader Genre: fluff

Felix cares a lot about why you decided to start wearing one, to begin with. His concern doesn’t come from a place of judgment. He just wants to make sure that you don’t feel like you have to wear it in order to be attractive because he loves you exactly as you are and he’ll reassure you of that as many times as it takes for you to feel secure in that fact. No stranger to wearing eye patches himself, Han understands that the decision to wear one isn’t the easiest to make. He truly wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin so he offers to start wearing one too so that you don’t feel awkward in certain situations. Even if it's just hanging out at home, he’d wear two and walk around blind before he left you feeling alone. I.N doesn’t think much of you wearing an eye patch. You know it’s there. He knows it’s there. It doesn’t mean anything or change how he views you. Especially not when there are 1001 more interesting things about you than that. You’re his partner, his best friend. You're his favorite face to wake up to and his favorite voice to hear on the other end of a call. You get him in ways that no one else does. What else could possibly matter? The reaction isn’t as passive when it comes to Seungmin who’s a bit agitated about the situation. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with being worried that you made the decision because someone bullied you into it. Who did it? Just give him a name. He might be overprotective at times but it’s only because you’re so special to him. If there's anyone in this world he's a big ol' softie for it's you and that'll never change.

Hyunjin supports you wearing it since he knows you choose to do it at least partially to treat your eye but he hates that the other part of it is insecurity. Something he’s always loved to do is draw these beautiful sketches of you in his notebook. It excites him that he can add your eye patch to those portraits now. It's something new to love about you. He truly hopes that his art can make you see the beauty in you that he does. It’s no secret that Changbin loves to be showered with praise but he loves showering you with it even more. He’s far from pushy with the way he cheers you on but he’s your #1 hype man and it's basically instinct now to cheer you up when it's needed. On days when you might feel down about your eye patch, he puts in extra effort, turning to you at random moments to tell you how lucky he is to have you and he means it. Minho’s support of you isn’t too verbal. Hell will freeze over before he ever makes you feel like you can’t talk to him but his way of making you feel comfortable while wearing your eyepatch is more subtle. You can find his offerings of affection and comfort in those starry-eyed gazes in your direction, in those gentle squeezes of your hand or your thigh when he senses insecurities flaring up, and in those sweet forehead kisses that make your brain tingle. You aren’t escaping a full-on discussion when it comes to Chan. There’s no pressure to tell him how you feel about wearing one. You can’t help but open up to him when he questions you though. He'll sit up with you all night if needed, letting you express yourself, giving you the tightest cuddles, and making you laugh with his cheesy pickup lines. At the end of the day, he just wants to make sure you’re happy with whatever you do and he’ll put his whole heart into making sure you are.

#stray kids fluff #stray kids headcanons #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #bang chan fluff #lee know fluff #lee felix fluff #seungmin fluff #i.n fluff #hyunjin fluff #changbin fluff #han jisung fluff

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jensensfanfic · 2 years ago

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can you do prompt 23 from that prompt list you reblogged with ellie williams? where the reader is the one saying it to her <3

SOMEONE THAT SOMEONE CARES FOR

pairing: young!ellie x gn!reader

prompt: #23 from this list

tw: injury description, blood, lmk if i should add smth else here

word count: 778

a/n: thank you so much for being my first ellie request! -> this is set in winter, after joel is mostly all better. that's basically all that is plot-related. also, no mentions of gender or y/n. -> got lazy with the title, might change it later.

thank you to my two betas on this one 💖 @wolfchild28 & @first-kanaphan

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You misjudge how heavy the door in front of you is as you push it with as much might as you can muster in your current state. The force causes you to tumble when said door flies open with ease. It hits the wall and then bounces back, hitting your side. A strong arm catches you before you can fall.

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy." Ellie's arm wraps around your waist. Her other hand takes yours and pulls it around her shoulders. "I gotcha."

Your exasperated sigh and eye roll combo is ignored as Ellie glances around the empty house looking for somewhere to sit. Clearly, she finds it as she guides you over, releasing your hand slung over her shoulder to brush away some old newspapers.

"Here we go. Sit down."

"Really? Ellie, it's not that bad. I just slipped in the goddamn snow. Shouldn't we be more worried about Joel."

"All good here." Right on cue, Joel enters the house, closing the door behind him. He leans over the sofa, where you are now sitting with Ellie. His eyes find the wound on your arm. "You need to patch that up, though. Then we can get moving if you're feeling good."

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While running from some rather unpleasant people, you'd simply tripped and fell in the snow, your knife sliding free from your grip. Then, somehow, you had managed to land on the blade, an almost perfect straight gash.

You were running from people, with bats and axes, bows, and guns of all kinds… yet you'd ruined your injury-free streak of four days via your own weapon and your clumsiness.

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"Ellie? You, uh -" Joel looks at your bloody arm and then at your friend. "You got this?"

"Got it."

"Good. I'm gonna check out the place and see if there's anything we can use."

"'Course." Ellie shuffles closer as she lays out some things in the little space between you. "Okay. We got some bandages that look… clean enough. We have our handy dandy rags, and then… some water."

Ellie begins cleaning up the wound, whispering apologies whenever you wince. It takes just a few minutes for her to deem it clean enough before she starts to wrap. "It's not deep enough that you need stitches, I don't think. Not that we have any anyway. I think you're just a bleeder, huh?"

"Guess so."

"Think Joel'll find anything good? Maybe more comics?"

"Maybe."

"'Cos I really can't handle these cliffhangers."

"Mm." You stare off past Ellie into the kitchen area where a little jar of old hot chocolate sits. Ellie notices and follows your line of vision. "Hot chocolate. Have you ever had it?"

"Nope." You glanced down to see that Ellie has finished. Her hand still lingers over your secured bandage, but you ignore it. "Should we get moving now?"

"Wait." Ellie frowns. "What about your arm? Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, it hurts a little still, but‐"

"What about everything else? Legs, neck? You feel pretty hard. Maybe we should just rest here for the night."

"Why? I'm fine." You sigh loudly and then push yourself up from the sofa all too quickly. Your head immediately starts to spin, and you lose your balance, falling right back down again.

"See. You might have hit your head. We should sleep. Joel won't mind." "Ugh, fine." You cross your arms and pull your knees up to your chest. "But this is stupid."

"Well, we can't keep going if you're dizzy. You could break a bone or something next time." Ellie gently puts a hand on your shoulder. "Hey. Why are you always so stubborn with this stuff? We can't keep going if one of us is hurt… and we are not leaving you behind, if you even think about–"

"I wasn't gonna say that, I-"

Your eyes find hers, and you only see genuine concern and kindness. She's worried about you, you know that. You can see it, but your mind, your past, it won't let you believe it.

"What?" Ellie pushes because she always does, always tries. "You can tell me anything."

“It’s hard to get used to…"

"What is?"

“Being someone that someone cares for…”

"Oh." Ellie's eyes widen slightly, her mind more than likely racing with possibilities of what could've happened to lead you to think this way. "Well, I'm a persistent person. I will make sure you know how much I care about you… as long as it takes, even if that's forever."

"You promise?"

Ellie's hand falls from your shoulder, and then she wiggles her pinky finger between you. You link yours with hers, as she whispers, "Promise."

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#tbh i didn't wanna follow plot too much for my first fic #but i wanted to mention joel being better in there bc of where i went with it #but yeah.. i also kinda just went with the flow of this.. didn't really have a plan #can you tell im nervous to post my first ellie fic amongst all the incredible ones on this app? 😂🥲 enough rambles #my writing #mine #jensensfanfic/millerstation #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #tlou fic

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retlasute · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

THANK YOOOOUU @penny-lane-123 FOR TAGGING ME ❤️ and I'm sorry I'm late, I've had smoke coming out of my ears for three days

And I don't interact with many people here but I'll tag you @imalovelymoth because I'm curious and I'm just entrosando🫶

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? Currently 3, but I have another 2 works ready

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? Nearly 300.000 words

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only for hot jojo cowboys

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Turbinio with 340 kudos, itrmw with 70 and Change Partners with 20 if I'm not mistaken

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? YES I DO! I love interacting with readers and I always take the time to read their comments, it really motivates me to keep writing

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None have been finalized and I don't want to give spoilers, but itrmw probably won't have as ''good'' an ending as Turbinio

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again, I'm not the type to make truly happy endings, but the most optimistic will be Turbinio

8. Do you get hate on fics? Surprisingly I've never gotten any hate on my fics ?? I've always been a person who gets in trouble easily and always seeing wonderful comments on my fics is something that disarms me and makes me😳😳😭😭❤️❤️

9. Do you write smut? WELL I TRY 😭😭 I'm the last romantic and what was supposed to be a 1500-word erotic scene becomes a complete book and I'm sure that must annoy some people who read looking for cock and get 14 paragraphs of pure internal conflict

10. Do you write crossovers? No, writing for something silly like steel ball run already takes half my gray matter, a crossover would kill me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? YES, but it was at a time when I was still writing stories in portuguese. A son of a bitch stole all my poems and my first jotaro fic

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Noo

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yesss and it was in 2020 in a ficwriter community (I fought with everyone and was banned from there)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I would say gyjo but I'm too jealous so my favorite ship is Joseph x Caesar

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I don't think I have something that I'll never finish because I work with random peaks of energy, last year Turbinio was nothing more than a 2000-word one-shot and now it's 65 chapters long

16. What are your writing strengths? I honestly don't know, I can only answer what I like to do best, which in this case is to describe the appearance of the characters. I like to imagine a more realistic picture of how the characters would look after 116 days crossing deserts and frozen forests, whether they would be vain enough to shave, wash their hair or simply sleep properly. I think details like dark circles under the eyes, pallor, unshaven beards and patched clothes are things that I miss when I read the manga and see that they always look so flawless

I also love describing specific pains like the tight knots of a suture cutting into the skin, how the salt from tears stings an abraded face and things like that

17. What are your writing weaknesses? irregularity and laziness. It takes me two weeks to write a paragraph, and then on a random day I make a caipirinha shake and write 5000 words and publish it the same day because I'm too lazy to read and correct it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I usually keep only slang and sayings. As the protagonist of Turbinio is practically polyglot, I like to add details to her speech such as a certain slowness or brief pauses, as if she's trying to remember how the word is in english (I confess that this happens to me all the time, so I make her say the word in spanish out of laziness to look up the translation)

In some of the first chapters I also used to make the answers she gave Diego simpler or vaguer because at the beginning she really struggled to understand that british accent

19. First fandom you wrote for? Diabolik Lovers 💀💀

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? IN THE RICH MAN'S WORLDDDD i love this fic because it's a project i started in 2019 and it was SO DETAILED and full of nuances

now I'm writing a much simpler version but still full of details that I'm really enjoying writing, even though Turbinio has a special place in my heart and I particularly prefer a good old latina protagonist

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limotes786a · 3 months ago

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Official Pittsburgh Steelers NFL Brute Squad t shirt I also have a lazy eye, was the Official Pittsburgh Steelers NFL Brute Squad t shirt, and my eyes still don’t work together. However, every time I’ve talked to a Official Pittsburgh Steelers NFL Brute Squad t shirt about it, they tell me they’ve fixed it as close as they can get it, and any further work would be a toss up or whether it makes it better or worse, and so they encourage me to just leave it. (It also makes me ineligible for LASIK in their opinion. I’m still not sure that I agree though…) My lazy eye especially comes out when I’m tired or after a couple (read: 2) drinks, or when both are together. That being said, I’m so sorry that you were treated how you were. I remember hating my eye patch, but they gave me stickers to add to it, and my best friend at 2-5 yo was kind and understanding and never made fun of it as children can do. We also both had awful speech impediments, to the point where our parents had trouble understanding us, but we knew exactly what the other one was saying all the time. I’ve had coworkers ask about it (I was traveling to Europe so very jetlagged and therefore, my eye was off doing its own thing, whereas I can often semi pass when completely rested), which was a bit mortifying, but also I know the person was just curious. It’s something I’m very self conscious about, but it didn’t leave me scarred because growing up, people really didn’t tease me about it, and I still had friends. I was never attracting a ton of male attention either, only dated a couple guys before settling down, but I was never made to feel it was because of my eye. I just wanted to leave this here and say others do understand, and I’m so sorry you were treated that way, because it doesn’t have to be that way. There are some pockets of human decency still out there. I wish you the Official Pittsburgh Steelers NFL Brute Squad t shirt on your way to recovery!

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marcusoseman99 · 11 months ago

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songs of the isle pt.8

*Vick and Apollo walk their sperate directions, when Apollo is back into the thick of the forest he leans against a tree and holds his wound then holds his hand up to see blood covering it and drenching his hoodie*

Apollo: Reagan’s gonna need to work his magic again.

*Apollo walks further into the forest till he stops randomly*

Apollo: I give praise to you lord hades.

*Apollo gets on his knees then bangs on the ground three times then a glimmer hits Apollos eyes but once it dissipates a wood fortress appears it is similar to old Greek or roman fortresses but larger and older.

Apollo opens a gate into the fortress and sits at a table in a room with around five or six other ones and giant fire pit in the middle, however its flames run cold*

Apollo: REEEEGAN

*The fire pit sparks to life and a slightly older man appears with long straight black hair he is dressed in a white shirt and a light green flannel shirt over it with light grey jeans with blue converse, he walks over to Apollo and kneels next to him*

Reegan: how many times do I need to tell you, it is Reagan not Reegan.

Apollo: then stop spelling it like Reegan, jackass.

Reegan: I can just let you bleed out.

Apollo: And you will be on your own again.

Reegan: you need to let up on these patrols, there will always other people and creatures in these woods

Apollo: well, there were Kappas.

*Reegan disappears for a second then returns with a metal box*

Reegan: I thought they were from Japan.

Apollo: they are, that’s why I need to look out for the one that got away.

Reegan: You need to rest first then you need to realise that they don’t know about this place or the thing you are protecting.

Apollo: I can’t risk that; I thought I could escape from everything here but now I need to make sure that some jackass doesn’t use the circle to make themselves a monster or something worse.

*Reegan places a paste on Apollos wound making grunt and tense up*

Reegan: *laughs* Huh that’s you patched up you werewolves heal fast anyway.

Apollo: that we do

Reegan: if only I had that gift.

Apollo: oh, please not again, stop bringing up your death.

Reegan: you don’t know what it’s like to be trapped here.

Apollo: you shouldn’t have entered here.

Reegan: how was I meant to know that the barrier was weak, and how dangerous it was.

Apollo: *laughs* really *laughs*

Reegan: what are you laughing about.

Apollo: you didn’t die because of any supernatural forces, your dumbass slipped after the glimmer of the barrier got into your eyes, they you had unfinished business, and just to add insult to injury you can’t even figure out what it is.

*Reegan slams the metal box down and disappears*

Apollo: come on Reegan, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- crap.

*Reegan is in the rafters on the fort wiping his tears, Apollo walks out of the room for a few minutes then comes back with pop tarts*

Apollo: I’m sorry

*Reegan appears then grabs the box*

Apollo: I don’t know how you kept your sweet tooth, but I guess that’s just one of those mysteries, right.

Reegan: *laughs* I guess.

Apollo: Right, I’m going to sleep.

Reegan: wait, you got another story for me?

Apollo: hmmm, sure why not

*Apollo and Reegan both place a chair each by the fire and sit at an angle so that they are facing the fire yet still see each other*

Reegan: so, what is our tale about

*Reegan twists around with his legs crossed while nibbling at more than likely out of date pop tarts, the pair make eye contact for a couple of seconds*

Apollo: where’s the drink?

Reegan: come on, I just sat down.

Apollo: and you can teleport to anywhere in the fort, stop being lazy and move.

*Reegan sighs then disappears for a couple of seconds and then returns with an unmarked bottle that looks dusty and abandoned yet somehow inviting and under his arm is two glasses, Reegan sits and hands Apollo a glass then the bottle, Apollo pulls the cork out of the bottle and takes whiff of the contents of the bottle instantly pulling back*

Apollo: *laughs* oh fuck can’t tell if that’s good or if its gonna kill me after a sip.

Reegan: that’s what makes it good.

Apollo: whatever you say.

*Apollo pours Reegan a drink then himself one they both drink at the same time Reegan laughs after his while Apollo coughs*

Apollo: God you are a monster *coughs*

Reegan: I’m just stronger than you, all that training is not shit, man *laughs*

Apollo: eat my ass, Casper.

#comics #gay #horror #lgbtqia #mythology and folklore #original character #script #webcomic #songs of the isle

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angelsnake99 · 1 year ago

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TW: Disability, pain, anxiety, depression, judgement, trauma, self harm, prescription medications

Dude, it takes so much for me just to get to normal. Like, baseline. Where everyone else naturally wakes up at. Between the rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia pains combined, on flare up days (caused by stress, over exertion, extreme heat or cold), the pain is like torture. Every joint in my body, every finger and toe, between every vertebrae; my fucking FACE; skull joints like jaw and base of skull/neck...it feels like they are filled with glass and poisonous thorns, and someone has a vice gripped around each one, slowly tightening and loosing it at completely irregular and unpredictable intervals. Then the fibro...every nerve. In patches surrounding the sore joints that are sometimes so large that they cover my entire body. Tender pain, like I'm covered in bruises. Like I was beaten. Sometimes, the weight of my clothing on my SKIN is too much to bear. The RA fatigue and fibro fog make it so hard to do anything. But you know what's worse than all that? What it does to me psychologically, and how it impacts those around me. The anxiety and depression, the shame and guilt and embarrassment when I don't live up to normal people's expectations, because you can't always see my pain with your eyes, and I'm very good at hiding it by now. When I can't cook dinner for my husband because I can't lift the bowl. When I have to ask a stranger to help me do my job at work because I can't lift the equipment and I'm out in the field working alone so I can't ask for a coworkers support. When my husband's family doesn't understand so they think we're just lazy. When my son wants me to play with him or pick him up and he doesn't understand why I can't. When I want to see a friend but I have to cancel because I can't lift my arms to drive. And the constant effort I have to expend to function, to just go to work and do basic things like laundry, dishes, showers, driving, sleeping...eating. I cant eat sometimes because of the pain. But when I express it, everyone around me is miserable too. So I hide the pain. Because the truth is, I am legally disabled, but I'm too young to accept it so I refused disability from the state. So I did this to myself and it's all my fault. Because I couldn't be honest with myself and my loved ones about how bad it really is. I've wanted to cut recently but I already hurt so much and I've stopped doing it for so long I can't go back. But I am overwhelmed. My add is out of control lately too because of it. I can't take medications for pain and ADHD at the same time. Too much. Plus I already think people don't understand how severe the pain is anyway and how badly I need my meds. I'll be annoying and spacy and unfocused and unmotivated over more pain. #rheumatoidarthritis #fibromyalgia #anxiety #depression #adhd #selfharmrecovery #younganddisabled #ptsd #trauma #venting #disabledbutable

#rheumatoid arthritis #fibromyalgia #young and disabled #disabled but able #tw depressing thoughts #tw self harm recovery #awareness

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theoneeyedwriter · 4 years ago

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writing characters with one eye

i can pretty much guarantee that ↑that↑ is not a heading you see everyday.

now i will not be giving advice on writing cyclopses, (though it may be sort of the same thing) i still hope this will be helpful for some people out there that are looking to provide a more diverse cast to their wip!

i have never ever ever read a book, watch a show movie etc etc that involves a character with one eye. (aside from those badass characters who wear eye patches bc they lost sight in one eye in some badass way)

for context: i am one of many people who was born with microphtalmia, an eye disease that results in one or both eyes develope smaller than normal at birth. i myself was born with a smaller left eye, which resulted in my left eye being removed exactly twenty days after birth.

microphthalmia (along with many other eye diseases) typically leads to being half or fully blind. i lucked out and only lost my left eye which i am so so thankful for.

i would really really love to see more representation for my community in literature, especially so people would come to see that being half blind isn’t as unusual and weird as people make it out to be.

without further ado, i present to you, a list of information, facts, and first hand experiences from yours truly!

i’ve had prosthetic eyes made to fit my eye socket for about fifteen years (i’m 16 lol) (the first 6ish months after the surgery i never had a prosthetic)

in my life i’ve had four different prosthetic eyes made because just like other people, my eye socket grew alongside the rest of me, meaning the prosthetic needed to be made bigger

i’ve had my current prosthetic for four years now, the past ones lasted about 2-3 years at a time. this one will probably last me through the rest of my life unless i need/want a new one

as opposed to most media/assumptions, my prosthetic (along with most prosthetics) is PLASTIC (people always think it’s glass) and only half a circle!!

i’ve had three surgeries related to my eye

i do not have depth perception which makes doing certain things very difficult (estimating distance, how close/far i am from something etc)

driving is not affected too much, i just have to turn my head more than other people. i believe being blind in the right eye might be more difficult, but i couldn’t say

doing my make up is kinda easy, except for eyeliner is a pain in the ASS since most people close their eye to do it on their upper lid, but clearly i can’t close my right eye whilst doing it lol

my family as well as my friends and even myself often forget i have a prosthetic, which sometimes results in awkward/funny situations

i hate walking with people on my right bc i can’t tell where they are unless i’m constantly looking down at my/their feet

i sucked at basketball bc i had such a disadvantage (no depth perception, i could only see half the court, i was constantly turning my head) but professional swimming is much easier for me since it’s not a contact sport and doesn’t really require for me to be paying attention to a million things at once

i rarely have to take my prosthetic out, and if i do, it’s either to clean it, (we do get eye crusties on our prosthetics just like other people do when they have pink eye or sever allergies) it’s bothering me/really dry, or i want to take it out to show/scare people lol

a lot of people don’t realize when i first meet them that it’s fake bc my recent prosthetic is amazing accurate to my real eye. others notice and assume i have a lazy eye since it doesn’t move

for some reason people think i can’t cry out of my left (prosthetic) eye??? i still have a tear duct??? i actually think more tears come out of my left tear duct than my right lol

i am extremely self conscious about it, but i know there are other one-eyed beauties out there who aren’t which is amazing!! i try to live vicariously through them lol

i make sooo many jokes about my eye lol, and i’m usually ok w other people making jokes as long as they aren’t like overly rude/offensive, then i’ll feel a lil bad about my self

people never really made fun of it, but kids in middle school likes to wave things in front of my left eye/on my left side that i couldn’t see which got really annoying after a while

getting custom designed prosthetics are available, but they’re really expensive (so are normal lol) they costs thousands of dollars, just like other prosthetics do

i run into things that are on my left side ALL THE TIME it’s actually kinda funny lolol

i try to hide my left eye/turn more to my left side in photos bc my eyes aren’t always looking in the same direction, which really gets to me

i wear glasses for both protection and bc my right eye is -1.75 lmao but i did used to wear non-prescription glasses purely for safety

i do have contacts to wear during the summer, swim meets etc, for when i don’t want/can’t wear my glasses but need to see. bc of this, i have a second pair of glasses that have no prescription

if doctors/scientists managed to figure out a way to fix microphthalmia (a birth defect), or do a sort of eye transplant, i would not be able to have that done to me because all parts of my left eye have been removed from my body

microphthalmia is NOT the only disease that results in the haver losing sight in one or both eyes!! there are many others, but it is not my place to share any experiences for something i have not experienced!!!

for once i just want to see a clumsy character who has one eye that WASNT a result of some tragic event.

so please please please consider including a character with one working eye in your wip. it would mean the world to myself and all the other members of the community (there’s a lot of us, trust me) plus, i wouldn’t mind starting an acting debut playing a half-blind female protagonist, that would be so dope.

that’s about all i can think of for now! please send an ask or reply to this post if you have any questions, i’m willing to answer any!!! and if you happen to be a member of the one eye club, please add to this post!! that would mean the world to me:)

#writers block #writers on tumblr #writing #writingtips #writers of tumblr #authors of tumblr #motivation #writer #writing tag #writing tips #writing troubles #writing help #writing community #writers community #writer support #writer shenanigans #micropthalmia #one eye #half blind

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