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downbad4sylus · 26 days ago

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“You kept your name”

(part 2 to “I killed you”)

synopsis: You and Sylus take a ride to an eerily familiar field of flowers on the outskirts of the N109 Zone.

content: sylus x afab!reader; reader is MC; use of Y/N; soft!sylus; pre-relationshipish; cameo from the twins; smol angst; tooth-rotting fluff; kissing; possibly canon divergence (i make shit up about present-day sylus since we don’t have all the answers yet); mostly proofread

word count: ~3k (whoops)

tags: @evilldentists; @midiplier; @chillycheem

a/n: incredibly grateful for all the love for the first part so hope you all enjoy the second part just as much!!! anyone interested in a nsfw special part 3 >>;;;)))))

You had a much easier time falling back to sleep than you thought you would. Perhaps the exhaustion of reliving your past coupled with a weight you didn’t even realize you’d had finally being lifted off your shoulders.

When morning came, you woke again nestled in the same position you’d fallen asleep in, head resting on Sylus’s chest listening to his unusually rapid heartbeat. Though now, you supposed, it wasn’t quite so unusual.

You lifted your head and found Sylus still asleep. It was rare for you to wake before him, and you always took the time to admire his sleeping face. Carefully, you ghosted a finger toward his face, intent on lightly tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the shape of his lips—

Sylus’s hand snatched your wrist. “Having fun?” he drawled, not even opening his eyes.

“You ruined my fun before I could start,” you whined, sticking out your bottom lip.

Sylus chuckled and laced his fingers through yours. “Surely you’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

“I guess,” you muttered.

“How generous.”

You propped yourself up by your forearm as Sylus finally opened his eyes to meet your own. “Are you sure it’s okay we go? I know you don’t like being out during the day.”

He brought your linked hands to his face, twisting them to brush his lips along the back of yours. “I’ll be fine,” he assured. “It’s supposed to be overcast today anyway.”

“Okay, as long as you’re sure.”

“I always am with you, sweetie.”

Your heart squeezed. Such an innocuous statement yet it held profound meaning.

Sylus sucked in a deep breath. “Let me at least make us breakfast first before we go.”

You perked up. You loved it when Sylus cooked for you. “Do I get to sit at the island and watch?”

He chuckled. “Of course.”

Hardly able to contain your excitement, you leapt out of bed, dragging Sylus along with you out of the bedroom, into the hallway, all the way to the kitchen. You didn’t even give the man a chance to put on pants.

Rather than sitting at the island, as it was much too far away from him, you perched on the counter beside the stove, watching Sylus expertly cook two perfect omelets. Once they were plated, you both sat at the island, so close your thighs were touching. Before you could pick up your fork and knife, however, Sylus had already cut a piece of his omelet and was holding it in front of your face.

“Open,” he commanded.

You obeyed, cheeks heating as you opened your mouth and he placed the bite on your tongue.

“Now close,” he purred, sliding the fork from your lips, eyes trained intently on yours. “Good kitten.”

Trying very hard not to choke, you chewed the savory bite, moaning at how good it was. Sylus’s lips twitched in smug satisfaction.

“It’s so good, Sy,” you said after you swallowed, already digging in to the omelet on your own plate.

“Only the best for you, sweetie,” Sylus quipped, taking a bite himself.

Sylus insisted on feeding you once he scarfed down his omelet faster than you could keep track of. You protested at first, saying you weren’t a child, but when he pinched your chin and drawled in that deep, silky voice of his “You’ll be a good kitten for me, won’t you?” you folded instantly.

Cheeks as red as his eyes, you let Sylus start feeding you the remaining half of your omelet, losing yourself in the intimate moment—

“Boss? Miss Hunter?”

Your head whipped to the side before you could take the bite Sylus offered, eyes going wide when you found Luke and Kieran standing at the edge of the kitchen. Even with their masks on, you knew they had shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Uh, hi…guys,” you muttered, swiveling on the stool, giving them your back, too embarrassed to face them.

“Were we interrupting something?” Kieran asked.

Sylus placed a hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothingly. “Just breakfast,” he stated simply.

“Why are you having breakfast, Boss?” Luke asked. “You aren’t usually awake at this time.”

“Y/N and I are going on an impromptu trip today, which means you’re both in charge while I’m gone.” His voice took a bit of a sharp edge as he said, “I don’t want to be bothered.”

“Of course, Boss,” said Luke.

“You can count on us!” finished Kieran.

Sylus hummed in approval, squeezing your thigh. You looked over at him and was surprised that he was holding another piece of omelet for you to eat.

“Sylus,” you hissed, eyes darting over to where the twins now stood across the island. Did this man have no shame?

He tilted his head. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” he asked teasingly. “Not hungry anymore?”

“Can we have the rest of your omelet, Miss Hunter?”

You turned again, now looking at the twins. The thought of having them witness Sylus feeding you was enough to make you lose what was left of your appetite.

You snatched the fork from Sylus’s hand, threw it onto the plate, and pushed it toward the twins. “Knock yourselves out.”

They cheered their thanks and immediately dug in, lifting their masks only enough so they could shovel fork fulls into their mouths. You ignored Sylus’s frown and instead grabbed his wrist, leading him from the kitchen back to his bedroom.

Around a half hour later, you and Sylus had changed (the man had a closet full of clothes just for you, obviously) and were making your way to his bike.

Staring at the sleek motorcycle, you wondered idly if Sylus preferred riding to driving because it reminded him of flying. You’d ridden on the back of his bike enough times to know he frequently ignored speed limits and you’d even caught him a few times without a helmet. You weren’t sure if the half-crazed lecture you’d given him about not caring about his safety actually got through to him, but Sylus made sure to have a helmet on every time you saw him after that. Not that it mattered, only you could kill him anyway, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to get injured.

Knuckles rapping softly on your forehead tore you from your thoughts.

“Did I lose you, kitten?” Sylus asked with a smirk.

“Sorry,” you breathed. “I was just…thinking.”

His head tilted. “About what?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip, unsure whether to share said thoughts with him.

Sylus pressed his thumb against your lip, tugging it free from your teeth. “Don’t bite your lip,” he murmured. “Tell me what you were thinking.”

“I was wondering if you like riding your bike because it reminds you of flying.”

His brows twitched closer, his lips teasing a frown. You instantly regretted what you’d confessed, the last thing you wanted was to upset him.

“I’m not upset,” he said, easily reading your facial expression. “Just a bit caught off guard.”

“Why?”

“Because you only just remembered our past and you’ve already figured me out.”

You thought back to the puzzle pieces that had been put in place after you’d woken from your memories, how easy it was to understand the Sylus before you now and how his actions reflected the Sylus you’d known then.

You smiled. “I feel like it’s less impressive when you’ve had an advantage over me this whole time,” you protested jokingly. “You figured me out pretty quick, too.”

Sylus chuckled. “I guess that makes us even then.” He reached behind him, grabbing the helmet he’d gotten for you (yes, it had cat ears), and hooked a finger under your chin, tilting it up. “You ready?”

“Yes,” you answered firmly.

He placed the helmet over your head, buckling the strap beneath your chin, and gave it a soft tap when he was finished. He then put on his own helmet before swinging his long leg over the seat, gesturing for you to join behind him.

Seated on the bike, arms wrapped securely around Sylus’s waist, he took off onto the streets of the N109. Your surroundings blurred as he weaved his way through the zone, heading toward the outskirts.

Closing your eyes, you imagined you were on his back while he flew you through the sky. It was freeing, affording you a newfound appreciation for rides with Sylus. Perhaps now they could be reminiscent of the past for the both of you, not just him.

It didn’t take long before the N109 Zone faded into the background, Sylus now riding down a long stretch of road with open fields on either side. There were no flowers though, so you wondered where, exactly, he was taking you.

Your destination became clear however, when a shock of red greeted you on either side of the road.

Sylus slowed the bike to a halt, kicking down the stand and cutting the engine. As he took off his helmet, you remained still, looking out at the field of red flowers that was just like the one in your shared dream. How was this possible? Was it merely a coincidence that these fields existed in this lifetime too?

Your helmet being unbuckled and lifted off your head broke you from your stupor and you found Sylus standing in front of you, waiting patiently with a hand outstretched. You took it, letting him support you as you climbed off the bike. He laced your fingers together once both your feet were on solid ground, and led you forward, into the flowers.

It was surreal, walking through the field beside Sylus. It felt like two worlds colliding, past and present melding together. It made your heart flutter with excitement knowing that this time would be different. This time you’d be damned if you didn’t get your happy ending.

Sylus stopped abruptly, giving you no warning before plopping onto the ground, dragging you down with him. You squealed as you fell into his lap, giggling as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

The first time Sylus found this field of flowers, no different from the one outside of Tarus City, he’d nearly been brought to his knees. He wasn’t one to believe in signs but this one felt undeniable, too much of a coincidence to not mean something. It was before you’d officially met, but it gave him an unfounded confidence that once you did, he’d have his beloved again. He’d promised himself then that he wouldn’t come back here unless it was with you, and now, he’d fulfilled that promise.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you said, threading your fingers through Sylus’s soft hair.

He hummed, the noise vibrating against your skin. He placed a single, chaste kiss on your pulse point before pulling away and meeting your gaze. “Ask your questions,” he said gently.

You pursed your lips as you decided where to start. “Are you still a dragon?”

Sylus huffed, amused. “Well,” he began, sucking in a breath, “yes and no.”

You raised a brow in silent command for him to continue.

“I’m more human than I am dragon now, but not fully either,” he said.

That certainly explained the strange comments he would make every so often.

“Do you still have wings?”

He nodded.

“Horns?”

Another nod.

“Tail?”

“Yes, kitten, all three.”

You looked at his head, thinking if you stared hard enough, his horns would appear. “But…where are they?”

“Hidden away by my Evol,” Sylus answered. “It takes a lot of energy to do so.”

“Is that why the sunlight bothers you? Is it easier to keep them hidden during the night?”

Sylus smirked. “Clever kitten,” he said, all the confirmation you needed. “What else?”

“Can I see them?” you blurted.

His brows rose in surprise. “Not right now.” When you pouted, he added, “Some other time, when we’re in private.”

“Fine,” you relented. You glanced down at where his arms encircled your waist and slid a hand over one of his. “The linkage is my doing.”

“That’s not a question,” Sylus teased.

“I know,” you said. “Just wanted to get it out in the open, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“When did you realize it was my curse?” you asked instead.

“The first time,” he said simply.

You snorted. “Of course you did.” You lifted your head to meet his striking red eyes. “Is there anything you’re bad at?”

Sylus barked a laugh, causing your heart rate to increase. “I’m sure there’s a few, but I haven’t figured out any of them yet.”

“Ugh, your arrogance is immeasurable sometimes.”

But you still love me, was what Sylus wanted to say, but settled on, “What other questions do you have for me?”

A thought occurred to you suddenly and you sat up straighter in his lap, brows drawing together. “Did you make me shoot you to see if I actually wanted you dead?”

The bastard grinned. “Maybe.”

You slapped his shoulder. “Sylus!”

He was laughing, but damn it did you love to hear him laugh. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

You shook your head. “You’re insane, that’s what you are.”

“An important trait needed for the leader of Onychinus, something you haven’t shied away from.”

“Guess I’m a bit insane as well,” you muttered.

“Guess so,” Sylus agreed, smiling.

You softened, unable to stay annoyed with him when he looked at you with such tenderness, something he reserved only for you.

You reached up and lightly traced beneath his right eye. “You kept your name.”

“If you couldn’t pronounce my true name, I’m pretty sure no one else would be able to either,” he teased.

You chuckled. “You’re right, Sylus is much easier to pronounce.”

“And it was given to me by my beloved, how could I not keep it?” he murmured.

His beloved. You were his beloved, then and now.

And he was still your dragon, even if the dragon part was currently hidden.

You leaned away from him, something he nearly growled at, but stopped himself when he watched you pick a nearby flower. With a soft smile, you tucked it behind his ear, then slid your hand down to his chest, the same spot you’d once placed a flower in his scales. The same spot he’d hidden the brooch that allowed you free passage through his territory.

“Flowers suit you better than the N109 Zone,” you murmured.

A heartbreakingly tender smile lifted the corners of Sylus’s lips. “That’s the first time someone said those words to me.”

You felt like crying.

“Only you and this flower”—his eyes flicked toward his ear—“can touch me here.”

Sylus picked a flower of his own and placed it in your hair, then cupped your face, running his thumb along your cheek.

Feeling such an undeniable pull toward him despite being already so physically close, you shifted in Sylus’s lap to straddle his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath at the new position, the hand on your face sliding to brace the back of your head.

Running your fingers through the hair at his nape, your eyes darted between his and his lips.

“Do you have any more questions?” he asked breathlessly.

“Just one,” you said.

“What is it?”

“Can the N109 Zone have flowers bloom everywhere, as far as the eye can see?”

“Only for one person.”

Sylus’s lips crashed into yours.

He was firm but gentle, angling your head right where he wanted you as his tongue swept over your bottom lip. You opened for him, whimpering when his tongue slid along yours.

Sylus’s kiss was claiming, taking what was rightfully his. He’d been waiting for this moment since he first laid eyes on you in this lifetime. Waiting for his beloved to come back to him.

Tightening his grip on you, Sylus flipped you onto your back, his body pressing against yours, all without breaking the kiss.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on his strands. Between kisses you managed, “I want…to touch…your horns.”

Sylus groaned and you felt it rumble through his chest. He finally broke away from your lips only to trail open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and down your neck. “Not here,” he said roughly.

You would’ve been more upset had his lips not felt like heaven on your skin.

“Sylus,” you said, pulling his hair to get his attention.

He lifted his head, his cheeks flushed and ears red. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head. “No,” you said, cupping his warm cheek. He nuzzled against your palm. “I love you, Sylus.”

Air whooshed from his lungs and his lips were on yours again. Your souls may have been bound but Sylus was still in disbelief by your confession, even though you’d all but said it last night. Fate—who had always been cruel to him—had finally turned in his favor. There was no curse to separate you this time, only one to keep you by his side. This was a second chance for the both of you, to love each other freely, to explore what life could truly be like together, and now that he had you, Sylus would scorch the earth before he ever let you go again.

He drew back, waiting for you to look him in the eyes before saying, “I love you too, Y/N.”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, tears welling as you stared at the man you loved. Your dragon, with you once again.

Sylus’s loving gaze took on a dangerous glint. “How about we head back to the base and I’ll show you my horns, sweetie?”

With a wide grin, you nodded. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

Sylus chuckled, placing one last kiss against your lips before hefting you off the ground.

Then hand-in-hand, dragon and sorceress, having been given a second chance at love, walked through a field of flowers where once life ended but now a new one could begin.

#love and deepspace #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x you #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #sylus fluff

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gay-dorito-dust · 4 months ago

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How would Jason and Dick react to their smol fem!s/o squishing their face into their thick tiddies like that meme* with giggles?

Dick

Would only think that he wasn’t close to you for his own liking and nuzzled his face further into your chest, making noises similar to that of a purring cat.

He just loves being close to you however he can, sexual or not, and values it no matter what as he found physical touch between the two of you rather relaxing, calming and therapeutic as it was a form of affection that required the least amount of words.

Not that he hates talking, no, sometimes he values the quieter moments shared between the two of you and live in the moments where you are existing in the same space and are just happily living.

‘You enjoying yourself there?’ You asked as you ran your fingers through his hair, amused.

‘Suffocation is an acceptable death, anyone who says otherwise are cowards. Write that on my gravestone babe, it’ll be put into debate for the future generations to decipher what it means.’ Dick murmurs as his mind was in a state of pleasurable bliss and a smile spread wide across his face, the warmth of your skin was addicting and he even dared to press some appreciative kisses against your chest.

You chuckled. ‘I’ll try but I’d much rather have you alive to enjoy moments like these in the future.’

‘You’re suffocate me with your chest more often?!’ Dick asked, lifting his head from your chest to look at you with wide eyes, you scoffed and shoved his face back into your chest, only to feel the appreciative kisses being peppered against your skin.

‘Just enjoy the moment dickie bird, enjoy the moment.’ You replied, fingers running through his hair as soon enough drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Jason

He loved any and every chance to be affectionate with you, but for you to push his face into your chest? He’s frozen for a brief moment as his mind tries to catch up as to what he did to deserve this treatment.

He couldn’t and would try to ask you whether it was okay for his face to be in your tiddies, as if you weren’t the one who shoved his face in that specific area in the first place; he wants you to be comfortable with him being shoved in those places as your comfort was more important than his own.

Which you’d contradict and say that his comfort was your priority and more important and that you were more than happy to have his face shoved into your chest; you wouldn’t done so if you weren’t comfortable with him being there.

So Jason will gradually react and hum in content as he closes his eyes, taking in how he could hear your heart beating, feel you breath in and out, how warm you were against him. He finds it grounding and soothing for his mind to feel you alive in such simple ways as these. He’ll lock his arms at your waist and hold you close, his face burrowed into your chest as he breathed you in deeply and feeling deeply comforted.

‘You okay there Jason?’ You asked softly, not wanting to disturb this peace that Jason had made for himself.

‘I love feeling everything that reminds me that you’re alive, that you’re safe.’ Jason replied with sincerity, making your heart melt and a smile blossom across your face.

‘Does it comfort you jay birdie?’ You ask again, wanting Jason to feel nothing but comforted within your embrace, remembering this for future reference should you need to comfort him on the fly.

‘Very, thank you for allowing me into your heart chipmunk.’ Jason says as he kissed the middle of your chest, before resting his forehead there as he once again thanks whatever higher power for granting him you.

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cultofdixon · 9 months ago

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Double Trouble

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It was only supposed to be one baby, but life carries plenty of surprises • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Multiples Pregnancy Anxiety / Sleep Deprivation / Nausea & Vomiting / Injuries

Requested by: Anon

“You sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Yeah, I’ll join you on the next one babe”

Daryl hesitated at the door waiting for any sign from her to have him either stay home with her or for her to change her mind and join him on his run. But the smile Y/N carried reassured him not to worry about leaving.

“Okay…if anythin’ just. Get Rick to radio me, yeah?” He asks as she brought herself over for a hug and to plant a kiss on his lips.

“I will. Be safe okay?” Y/N smiles letting Daryl sneak in another kiss as an ‘I will’ to her words before heading out.

The second the door closed with the archer on the other side of it, Y/N went from standing still to sprinting upstairs. She stumbled a bit and managed to run into the wall from not entering the bathroom door smoothly.

Which resulted in a frozen moment before finally going into the bathroom slowly and shutting the door behind her. Y/N hesitantly approached the counter reaching for the test she had taken prior to him leaving.

“Oh shit…”

As the day went by fast, Daryl couldn’t have been more happy to come home after a boring run. He didn’t get too far into the community for Rick to stop him.

“Hey, how’d the run go?”

“It was boring”

“I would assume so” Rick laughs, resting his hands on his hips. “You were only delivering meds to the Hilltop and then their seedlings to the Kingdom. Which reminds me how’s Hershel Jr? Get to hold him?”

“Rick. You’re askin’ a lot. Are you trying to get me to avoid somethin’ or are you struggling to get what you really wanna ask out of yea?”

“Uh. Y/N has been acting squirrel-y around here since you’ve left in the morning. I wanted to radio you to see if you knew anythin’ but like. She still did help with the projects we’ve got going around the community so I don’t know why she was all over the place”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know…” Daryl started his bike back up and rode the rest of the way to his and Y/N’s.

The sound of the garage door closing alerted Y/N as she quickly pulls herself away from the kitchen fixing her dress. It was new, well new to her but still very new and she didn’t know how to wear it or contain her excitement for something she needs Daryl to come through the door to see.

“Love, are you doing al—-“ Daryl stops in front of her, instantly noticing the beautiful floral dress on her before taking in the smell of dinner that was made. “You’ve been busy…” he brought himself close as his eyes trailed her person while his hands placed themselves firmly on her hips. “Did I miss something?”

“No?”

“You sure? I don’t deserve all of this” Daryl eventually brought his arms around her waist, instantly bringing her pressed against him. Y/N gave him a bit of an annoyed look given he was dirty from killing a few walkers and the obvious dirt picking up from his bike to land on him. “Sorry sunshine I should’ve cleaned up before I ruined your dress…”

“Well once you have the meal I prepared you…you’re gonna want to have dessert after and this dress isn’t going to matter” Y/N smirks watching his gaze glue to hers as that excited him. “But please. Do enjoy what I cooked for you first before we get to anything”

“I will” Daryl smiles warmly to her, kissing her lovingly before parting to see what was prepared which was venison. But he hesitated from taking a seat to pick up what was set neatly on the corner of the dining table.

The tension filled the room as it only brought Y/N’s anxiety to the surface making her pull at her fingers waiting for any kind of reaction from Daryl.

That’s when she froze to the sound of sniffles making her instinctively go to Daryl resting her hand on his back indicating for him to look at her. He turned toward her with tears in his eyes looking back down at the pregnancy test in his hands before back to her.

“Yeah?”

Y/N started to nod as the tears formed when his smile did, reassuring her that it was indeed a good thing. Daryl brought his arms around his woman holding her as they sobbed over the good news.

“We’re having a baby” Y/N laughs out a sob feeling Daryl tighten around her gently.

“We’re having a baby…” He whispers continuing to hold her as they remained like that for a long time.

Thanking the universe for opening this door after the Savior’s War…even if they weren’t prepared for the intensity of it all

First Trimester

Daryl sat on the tile floor gently rubbing circles on Y/N’s back as she had her head practically glued into the toilet. He would relax one second and tense up when she would vomit.

Eventually, Y/N stopped for a bit but had no energy to leave the coolness of the tile floor. She told him he doesn’t have to sit with her if she wasn’t expelling her stomach. But Daryl wasn’t going anywhere and told her to lay her head in his lap until she was ready to get up.

“Can we stay here all day?”

“If you’d like” Daryl chuckles, continuing to rub soothing circles on her back. “You ready to tell people?”

“Mhm…You can tell whoever you want”

“Really? You don’t have anybody you don’t want me telling and rather you do it?”

Y/N pondered it for a bit before flinching to the sound of a door shutting and such caused Daryl to flinch. “Did you call somebody?”

“No…No I didn’t” Daryl gently moved her off of his lap as she instantly went to being curled up on the floor while he went to investigate the noise.

But his anxieties instantly washed away when he saw Siddiq hesitantly roaming around his living room.

“You need something?”

“I was gonna knock but Rick said just to come in and I thought that was uh…weird. But anyway, he told me Y/N wasn’t feeling well and we found some nausea medication on the last run” Siddiq cautiously handed Daryl the bottle as he was still getting used to being around a lot of people since Carl brought him in. “Do you…uhm have any questions about it? Before you give them to her?”

Daryl read the label in hopes it would tell him the obvious, but it would also be stupid of him if the doctor in the community doesn’t know.

“Would it affect the baby?”

Siddiq seemed to connect the dots instantly to the she’s been vomiting for a few days description Rick gave him. “Your baby should be fine” he smiles warmly, happy for the good news his new friends have.

“You can’t tell anybody til we do”

“I figured” He laughs. “I will suggest having check ups. Monthly is ideal and we only have a fetal doppler which only detects the heartbeat…I heard that the hilltop has an actual machine if you ever want to schedule to be checked there”

“I appreciate it Siddiq…I’ll let Y/N know” Daryl shot him a smile before heading back upstairs as Siddiq let himself out.

Returning back upstairs to their bedroom, Daryl found Y/N climbing back into bed curling up in the warmth of the blankets now. He set the bottle on the table beside the bed before climbing in behind her and bringing her in his embrace.

“Mmm…who was it?”

“Siddiq. And he knows now…so whenever you’re ready you two can go get checked”

“You’ll come?”

“Ain’t ever leavin’ your side”

It’s been about three weeks before Daryl said anything to anyone because Y/N has been experiencing morning sickness to an extreme which was odd according to the book Siddiq found for them. Including his medical opinion but as long as she can still manage to have something to eat during the day he wasn’t too worried when he’d check on her.

“You sure about this?”

“Yes, I can go to the Hilltop with you. I just can’t ride with you…” Y/N pouts at Daryl through her body mirror watching him approach her wrapping his arms around her. He planted a few kisses to her shoulder then her neck to get a smile out of her. “Are you going to tell Rick when we head out?”

“Yeah. Or might wait til Hilltop. Dunno yet” Daryl says with a confused look on his face as he brought his hands under her shirt feeling exactly what he’s feeling. “You showing already?” He questions for her to pull away and lift her shirt over her belly turning to the side. “Well would you look at that”

“Were you a big baby?”

“I wouldn’t know. Merle just called me a blob when I was a baby…least that’s what I remember our mom sayin’”

“Mmm…I think I was. Maybe that’s why I’m showing already” Y/N continued to look at her belly smiling when Daryl brought his hand to rest on her bump. “Okay you make it look like nothing”

“Shut up” He laughs kissing her temple. “It’s everythin’. I’ll get your pack and meet yea downstairs”

Y/N playfully pouts again when he pulls away but stood in the mirror a bit longer admiring the life she’s creating out of the love of both of them. Her smile remaining.

Once the two grouped up with the others by Alexandria’s gates, Michonne being the observant person she can be noticed Y/N not get on Daryl’s bike and into the car Siddiq was taking. She instantly turned to her partner asking if he might know.

“She probably got tired of the bike”

“Are you serious? Are we talking about the same Y/N that loves the night drives on the bike with Daryl?” Michonne gave him a questioning look as Rick shrugged. “Go ask why she’s not riding with him”

“You can! Why do I—-“

“I will.” Michonne made her way to Daryl and instantly questioned him.

Rick watches as Michonne approaches Daryl to ask him why his partner isn’t riding with him. He instantly shot up when Michonne started to show her worry in her face before smiling big when Daryl finally said it. He even gave Rick a look when he said the good news that led Michonne to hug her tightly.

Once they parted Rick made his way over. “What’s so good it made my wife cry?”

“Y/N’s pregnant”

“Oh my god! Ha! That explains why she was sick” Rick smiles patting Daryl on the back. “Congratulations!”

“You must be excited to become a dad” Michonne smiles watching him nod even if there was a sense of anxiety about that chapter. “It’s okay to be nervous”

“Yeah, plus it’s okay to mess up. You’re not alone on this journey either so.” Rick smiles more gripping Daryl’s shoulder again before parting. “Alright. Let’s get going and I’ll congratulate the mom to be when we get to the hilltop”

“Im going to ride with her and congratulate now. I’ll see you at the hilltop”

“You’re leaving me alone with Eugene?”

“Yes” Michonne smiles patting his chest as she goes into the first car leaving Rick to sigh and accept his fate.

The trip to Hilltop was smooth enough for Y/N not to get car sick but Daryl of course checked on her once she stepped out. She went to help Siddiq with the stock up of the medical trailer given she was going to be his apprentice. Might as well learn as much as you can before you’re tied up for a long time.

“Ah! Y/N!!” Maggie smiles running over the second she got out and immediately noticed her bump resulting in a scream of joy. “Boy do you two work fast! Ah I’m gonna be an aunt again!” She cheers hugging Y/N tightly quickly remembering as she pulled away. “Come on you’ll be taking it easy with me today”

“I was gonna be with Siddiq for most of the day”

“Then I’m tagging along. I’ve missed you”

“I’ve missed you too Mags” Y/N smiles as her smile started to falter when the tears came on suddenly. “I really did miss you”

Maggie couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped her as she brought Y/N back into her arms. Daryl instantly catching onto the tears and making sure she’s okay but Maggie shooed him.

“Just the hormones” Maggie reassures Daryl while she comforted Y/N.

After a busy day of helping Hilltop reinforce the walls, dig up new gardening spots, restocking the infirmary, and handling general stuff…

Y/N finally sat on the steps of the Barrington House with two bowls of the stew one of the Hilltop residents made for everybody waiting for Daryl to step through the gates. But while she waited she ended up eating both bowls and felt awful when Daryl arrived the second she finished the second one. He was definitely going to have to get used to the hormones because she started tearing up the second he walked over to her.

“It’s okay. I’ll go get us more” Daryl reassures watching her tear up more making it feel like an arrow to the chest looking at her. “Sunshine…”

“I should go get it. I’m the one that ate your food—-“ Before Y/N could even get up, she was gently pushed back down as Daryl took both bowls to get another serving. She pouted the entire time he was gone and didn’t light up until she took a bite remembering how good it was.

“Better?” Daryl smiles when she nods while happily eating. “Good” he kisses her temple before starting to eat for himself.

Little did they know that Tara and Maggie were watching the two from the door opened ajar.

“They are going to have a cute ass baby” Tara comments with Maggie nodding.

“Over-protective parents too”

“Always a bonus”

The two share a short laugh before closing the door and letting them be.

Second Trimester

“I feel huge” Y/N huffs, waiting for Siddiq to finish measuring her 18 week belly for her to write it down. She’s been keeping track of that amongst other things.

“Well you did say you were possibly a big baby? I can really go off that because from the scan we did back at the Hilltop it didn’t show much—-“

“It showed my everything” Y/N stated only for Siddiq to whisper an apology even if she was just kidding and her saddened expression only brought out more apologies out of the man. “Should I be worried?”

“No! Not at all…we should only worry if there is something to worry about. Like how you’re trying to do every chore that pops up when you’re pregnant like this”

“I would like to be useful Siddiq! And since Daryl is helping the Kingdom at the moment, I can do stuff without his scowl around” Y/N states only for Siddiq to take a mental note to have Daryl never leave again if his wife is overdoing herself.

“Just. Take them at your own pace. Don’t overdo it like I said” Siddiq handed back her journal for the belly measurement and the blood pressure he took. “You’ll be back when you reach 20 weeks okay?”

“I know I know”

The “taking it easy with the chores” obviously didn’t stick with Y/N.

Y/N handled inventory for the pantry (the written part), helped Aaron with laundry for both of their households, took on a midday watch shift, watered the gardens, and currently working on taking care of the weeds of the garden is when she started to feel it. But honest, during the watch she felt the exhaustion hit her already and went against her.

“Y/N? You don’t look too good” Rosita frowns approaching her from her side of the gardens as she was helping her friend with the weeds. She noticed the loss of color in Y/N’s face when she brought herself to stand only to falter with her balance. “Amor, you should stop. Rest for the remainder of the day”

“No I have…I have to get this…” Y/N immediately dropped what she was holding and took a slow fall to the ground. She shifted from landing on her side to hold her belly.

Rosita instantly knelt beside her quickly turning to whoever closest to them, in this case Gabriel, and whistling him down.

“Go get Siddiq! And somebody get me Rick” Rosita demanded hearing Gabriel spit out an ‘ok’ while he ran to the infirmary to get Siddiq while an Alexandrian nearby went to get Rick to radio the obvious.

It took about 3 hours to get Daryl to get on his way back home. Not that he picked something over Y/N, never. He was hunting with Carol and the range he was at was just outside the suitable one for Kingdom to reach Alexandria. It took Ezekiel to come out in a car to pick up the two and head immediately to Alexandria.

“Hey—-“ Daryl didn’t mean to throw the door open to the infirmary, watching his wife flinch to the sound. “Sorry, is she okay? Is—-“

“Yeah. Mom and baby are okay…” Siddiq took the blood pressure cuff off of Y/N’s arm while she currently picked at the IV in her hand. “She has to stay until the IV finishes because she was dehydrated, then she’ll be homebound for a bit. Just until her pressure goes down”

“Great…” Y/N frowns continuing to mess with the IV as Daryl quickly stopped her when he sat on the edge of the bed taking her hand.

“You should be taking it easy” Daryl kept his annoyance to himself but the worry always poked through. “I told yea to”

“I didn’t want to be useless…besides I’m not even that far along. I’m not supposed to be this exhausted”

“Your body is working extra hard because it’s growing a whole other human being. It wont benefit anybody if you get hurt doing a job someone else can handle” Siddiq made his last comment before handing Y/N the journal from before that had her current blood pressure. “I’ll come back to take the IV out. Then you can take her back home and I’ll visit in a week to see if her blood pressure went down” he shot the two a smile as Daryl gave his thanks while holding Y/N’s hand feeling her squeeze it harshly when he stepped away.

“What? What’s wrong? Should I—-“

“No, no…it’s weird” Y/N took the hand she was holding to rest it on a certain spot on her belly. Daryl’s confusion only grew until he felt it.

“Oh my god…”

“I know right?” Y/N laughs softly feeling Daryl’s hand continue to rub circles on her belly in hopes for more movement but nothing after the first.

During the bedrest, Carol decided to stay with Y/N during that time which led Ezekiel to do so as well. He helped around the community with Daryl while Carol kept an eye on Y/N. He didn’t ask her to but she insisted, she needed a break from all the kingdom stuff and this was the perfect excuse.

“Tell me why this is your current craving?”

“Pickles? It’s a common craving—-“

“No, pickles with hot sauce”

“Because…I just like it?” Y/N stated with confusion in her voice as she had her craving on a plate rested on her bump. “Are you going to try it with me or question all my decisions like you’ve had the past few days?”

“No…To both of those, I’m just. Trying to come to the decision of something I’ve been asked repeatedly and I don’t know if I even want it” Carol frowns turning to Y/N who she currently laid beside in her bed noticing the curious look, which was obvious given who wouldn’t be after what she said. “Ezekiel asked me to marry him” she stated watching the excitement grow on her friend’s face. “But—-Before you shower me with this is good news shit, I don’t…I don’t think I want it”

“You know he’s not Ed right?” Y/N felt a sting of regret for bringing up past trauma as if it was nothing and started becoming apologetic even if Carol needed to hear exactly that.

“I do…but—-“

“There’s no real but…Ezekiel is a good guy, you two are even raising a kid. You don’t have to decide now and I know Ezekiel would be patient” Y/N set her plate on the end table before forcing herself to sit up entirely. “Listen. I doubt Ezekiel would be mad if you said no. Marriage can be weird for some people and as long as you love each other and support each other. I don’t think he’d care in the long run if you have a ring or not”

“Your kid is lucky to have you as a mom, and especially Daryl as a dad”

“You think he’s nervous?”

“Who wouldn’t be when becoming a new parent?”

“Me, because I have Daryl…and he’s kind of a natural with kids. I’m not worried about having his because he’ll jump right into it.”

Daryl is going to be a great dad

As Daryl started to make his way home after a night watch, a night watch Y/N forced him to do with “if I can’t help around, you’ll help for me” when he’d much rather be laying with her. He heard the son of a bitch prisoner scoff from his cell.

“Yo Dixon. Word traveled with news about you having a baby with the missus”

“What’s it to yea, Negan” Daryl frowns stepping close to the vent as Negan made his way over.

“You think you’re gonna be a good father? With how messed up you are?” Negan grabbed onto the small bars. “I’ve seen the scars, man. What makes yea think you aren’t going to be exactly like the man that gave you those?”

Daryl didn’t hesitate to swing his foot between the bars and nail Negan right in the nose almost breaking it. He falls back groaning in pain as part of him wanted to scream but no one would care. The archer’s actions didn’t mean it didn’t bother him.

The door creaked open in hopes Daryl wouldn’t wake Y/N but she happened to be wide awake reading. She instantly tossed the book aside smiling at her husband but when he fully entered the room something was off which led her smile to fade. She didn’t say anything immediately as Daryl brought himself into the bed low enough to where his head is by her belly. He brought his arm around her, his fingers gently tracing shapes on her belly.

“Baby?” Y/N frowns running her fingers through his hair feeling him shift to bring his attention onto her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…’m ok” Daryl lied of course and that wasn’t going to get far with Y/N as her expression only softened and grew more with worry. “You think I’ll mess up our kid?”

“Daryl, let me be completely honest with you. Our kid is going to be extremely lucky to have you as their dad” Y/N stated and wouldn’t take any ‘buts’ from him. “Why would you think you will mess up our kid?”

“Just…dunno” Daryl frowns laying his head back on the bed as he started to tap his fingers on her bump which resulted in a kick or two sometimes. Y/N rested her other hand on a different spot from where his is and felt movement. “I was walking past Negan’s cell and he—-“

Y/N instantly started to move which alarmed Daryl to get up helping her up. She gave her thanks before immediately moving past him.

“Love—-“

“Stupid son of a bitch” Y/N groans from the obvious weight shift when getting out of the bed and walking down the stairs.

“Me?!”

“No! NEGAN” She shouted out her anger making Daryl fear for a bit but then he remembered.

“Love, you have to stay in bed. You need to relax”

“Fuck that. The stupid son of a bitch who kidnapped my husband. Killed my best friend. That fucking pig isn’t going to fuck with my life anymore” Y/N searched around the living room. “Where the fuck is my gun?!”

“I ain’t giving you a gun if you’re going to kill him”

“Then my knife! I won’t kill him—-just make him bleed a bit”

“Ain’t doing that either when you can’t even have a knife holster on” Daryl stated thinking her coming up empty meaning she’d stop and go back to bed. But instead she went out the front door, without shoes and all. “Shit. Y/N it’s late—-“

“Won’t stop me” Y/N stormed, power walked? waddled her way to the cell but on the way found something in the streets. “Hand me that”

Daryl was confused at what she was looking at as he shined his flashlight to the ground finding only a fallen tree branch. “The fucking tree branch?”

“Yes, if you don’t give it to me—-You’ll sleep on the couch”

He wasn’t going to fight those actions and picked it up for her, only for her to snatch it making her way to the cell.

“Can you tell me exactly how this happened again?” Siddiq questioned how Negan manage to have broken his nose.

“Long story” Negan frowns letting the doctor work but the two instantly shifted their attention to the sound of the main door opening before revealing Y/N with a tree branch in hand with Daryl following behind him. “Yo, you’re not allowed down here”

“Shut the fuck up!” Y/N shouted coming into the cell. “Siddiq move” she said softly at first but when Siddiq just sat there with his kit in hand, her rage only grew. “MOVE OR ILL HIT YOU TOO” she snapped resulting in the doctor to quickly move out of her way and to Daryl’s side.

Negan stared at her expecting nothing but immediately started backing into the wall on his cot when she started swinging. The branch hurt a LOT more than expected and she wasn’t letting up.

“STOP—-“

“NO”

“PLEASE—-“

“SHUT UP”

“I DID NOTHING TO Y—-“

“YOU DID EVERYTHING. YOU KILLED GLENN. YOU KILLED ABRAHAM. SASHA. AND YOU KIDNAPPED MY HUSBAND.” Y/N snapped smacking him a couple times. “YOU FUCKING HURT HIM. TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME AND HIS FAMILY. NOW YOU THINK YOU CAN HURT HIM ALL OVER AGAIN IN MY FUCKING COMMUNITY?!”

As Y/N continued to practically beat Negan with the tree branch as neither Daryl or Siddiq went to intervene.

“She knows she’s going to be bedridden for a few weeks after this right?”

“Probably not. But as long as she gets her point across I don’t think she’d care”

“I’ve only ever heard what Negan did…and I’m sorry” Siddiq frowns. “I could only imagine”

“If I didn’t have her at the end of it, I wouldn’t be here”

Y/N started to become exhausted and Negan was dumbfounded, bruised, and in tears at this point. She dropped the tree branch feeling tears come on.

“He will be a great dad. This child is lucky. If I hear you say another thing against that? I will kill you” Y/N pulled away wiping away her tears letting Daryl engulf her in his embrace.

Siddiq stared at Negan’s state before closing the cell locking it up.

“You’re not gonna—-“

“Nah the bruises and minor cuts will heal. Let’s get out of here”

Third Trimester

“You want me to stop?”

“No��

“Alright, let me get comfortable too then” Daryl rested his cheek on top of Y/N’s head as he was currently holding her belly up to relieve some of the weight. “You’re lucky I’m strong”

“You gave me a big baby” Y/N winced slightly to the movement. “That kicks in multiple directions”

“I don’t think they can do the splits in there” Daryl jokes listening to her groan as a result. “We can lay down yknow”

“No, I’ve been on bedrest too many times I’m taking advantage of this” She shifted a bit, feeling Daryl’s arms readjust slightly while he also started to kiss the top of her head and temple. “You had to get everything ready without me…and I feel bad”

“You helped in your own way without over exerting yourself. All you had to do was keep our baby safe, alright? And yea did that” Daryl didn’t get an immediate reply, all he got was a slow removal of his arms. “Sunshine?”

“How many weeks am I again?”

“Mmm…finishing 36, why?”

Y/N shifted uncomfortable trying to lose past her belly but couldn’t, but her struggle led Daryl to look for her and there was a puddle.

“Your water broke…”

“Oh god, oh—-Fuck, Daryl isn’t it too early?!!”

“No—-Fuck. Okay, just take a seat sunshine. I gotta get Siddiq” Daryl stated and he practically sprinted out of the house so she wouldn’t be alone for long.

Even if the short time alone still led to the downward spiral of her thoughts.

It’s too early

Complications can happen

What if she dies?

What if they both do

Y/N was feeling all of it and instead of crying, she only winced to the contractions and times them until Daryl came back a bit out of breath running to the infirmary and back. Keeping to his word about returning immediately.

“He’s getting his things. Are you sure about doing this here?” They’ve discussed home birth compared to…infirmary birth? It’s weird not having hospitals anymore. But that’s beside the point. It didn’t matter to them, but also took into account of when and where she’d go into labor.

“Love?” Daryl brought himself in front of her kneeling to catch her downward gaze, resting a hand on her belly. “What are you feeling? We are about to meet our girl” Another thing Daryl is fixated on, having a girl.

“What if something bad happens…” Y/N tried not to cry when saying such, but the crack in her voice hurt him. “It’s too early”

“It’s not though, Siddiq said anything past 24 is good survival for our babe. You’re finishing 36…beyond that”

“It’s going to hurt…a lot. I won’t bounce back to it right away…” Y/N frowns feeling the tears fall as she squeezed her eyes tight when another contraction waved through. “Shit…”

“Sunshine, look at me” Daryl rose to his feet taking her hands in his for her to squeeze them until the contraction stopped. Once it did she brought her eyes onto his. “Everythin’ is gonna go smoothly. Siddiq knows what he’s doing, we’re prepared for the most part…and I’m right here. I ain’t going anywhere”

Y/N only started to sob even more letting Daryl gently hold her as the tears were of joy for this time at a loss for words.

“Cmon, let’s get yea ready”

By the time Siddiq finally arrived, word got around…even with how late in the night it was. Rick sat on the couch of the Dixon resident while Michonne made coffee in their kitchen. Judith slept in the Grimes residence next door, which explains the baby monitor attached to Michonne’s hip. Rosita entered the house with an exhausted Eugene following suit.

“Is word out to the other communities?”

“Carol is on her way, Maggie would’ve liked to be here but…y’know” Rick frowns before brushing the sadness off. “Anyway! Aaron will be here with Gracie in a sec. Maybe I should grab Judith just to be safe”

“I will once we get an update, okay?” Michonne reassures bringing the pot to the coffee table setting a hot pad down before the pot.

As Siddiq descended down the stairs to receive more towels from the hall closet and noticed the amount of people in the house. Everyone instantly stared at him.

“Baby?”

“Not yet. She’s at nine centimeters and more uncomfortable than I thought she would be. Something…doesn’t exactly add up” Siddiq trailed and the worry in his toned caused all of them to get in his business. “But but. Daryl is trying to expedite things even if Y/N wants to scream”

“If the pain is that bad, the woman is allowed to scream” Rosita stated getting a tired nod of agreement from Eugene.

“She’s trying not to” Siddiq grabbed the last towel from the closet and went to make his return upstairs.

While such was happening, Daryl kept trying to help Y/N walk around to get that one centimeter there but she kept pushing his hands away every time he tried.

“I wanna lay down…”

“Then let me help yea into—-“

“No I need this stupid shit over with!” Y/N groans leaning against the wall for a moment, giving Daryl the opportunity to be close so she could shift to leaning onto him and not the uncomfortable wall. “Fuck…something feels weird…weirder than usual” She whined, letting Daryl help her back onto the bed as he was going to shout for the doc but he was already coming in when their concerns were rising.

“Siddiq something—-“

“is wrong, something has to be wrong” Y/N kept biting the inside of her cheek to avoid her from screaming at this night hour…

But the rattle of her scream startled everyone downstairs. She couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she was there. It was time.

“On the next contraction you’re going to want to push, okay?” Siddiq stated as he finished putting on gloves and lifting the blanket to help guide the baby out while Y/N’s anxiety started to eat at her.

“I-…O-Okay” Y/N sobbed, feeling Daryl bring his arm around her shoulders while his free hand took hers. “Daryl…”

“I’m right here. I’ve gotcha sunshine” Daryl kissed her temple feeling her squeeze his hand when she felt a contraction coming on.

Robin Elizabeth Dixon

7lb 2oz

Both parents were in tears until the anxiety returned in Daryl this time around when Y/N’s expression went from joy to full of pain.

“Siddiq—-Something really is wrong” She felt the discomfort return as she tried to sit up and look herself but Siddiq advised her not to when he brought himself back with another towel thinking of complications.

Then Siddiq’s expression went from confusion to a bit of shock as it only kicked Daryl’s anxiety up.

“Siddiq!” He shouted to get him to snap out of it as Siddiq breathed out a laugh.

“You’re going to have to push again” He stated grabbing another set of gloves and another towel. “This explains a lot that happened during your pregnancy”

“Siddiq” Y/N groans in annoyance after handing Daryl their daughter to grip onto the sheets feeling another contraction. “Fucking say it”

“You’re having multiples. Explains the extra weight. The morning sickness happening more than once or twice a day—-Regardless. You’re crowning”

“Oh my god” The shock was getting to Daryl and Y/N’s clearly directed annoyance snapped him back.

“You drop her, I will end you”

Y/N couldn’t believe this was her first, and most likely last pregnancy. Who woulda thought she would be having a second baby? At least it’s with the man she loves, and with the support from the village they have.

Shepherd Glenn Dixon

7lbs 6oz

“We…are going to need a second crib” Y/N laughed holding their son who instantly calmed the second he laid in his mother’s arms. “Holy shit Daryl…we have two babies”

“Yeah, that we do” Daryl laughs smiling at the little girl in his arms, seated on the edge of the bed looking over at his wife and son. “They turned out perfect…you did good mama”

“Well…that’s cuz their daddy kept me safe” Y/N instantly turned to the sound of their daughter yawning watching Daryl’s face light up at everything both babies did. “You are definitely going to be a helicopter parent”

“Shut up Siddiq and I both saw what yea did to Negan, these two are your cubs. You’re gonna go full mama bear on anybody that messes with them”

“Damn right” Y/N smirks, leaning forward and kissing Daryl lovingly before gently caressing her little girl’s cheek. “So…who’s gonna tell the village downstairs?”

It wasn’t until Siddiq came back to check on Y/N and the babes when they came up with a plan.

A very quiet descend down the stairs and everyone noticed Siddiq coming down with their baby girl in his arms.

“Oh my god I knew it! I knew they would have a girl” Rosita smacked Eugene on her way up from the couch to go admire the little one with Michonne and Carol.

“She has his eyes” Carol smiles gently caressing the top of her head.

“And her hair. Oh my god why are you showing her to us and not Daryl?” Michonne comments and before she knew it, she couldn’t hold in the excitement that the rest had when Daryl descended down the stairs.

“Yeah she’s pretty great. But so is he” Daryl smiles bringing himself to stand with Siddiq so everyone could admire the twins.

“Congrats man” Aaron smiles patting his back gently. “Now you’ve got double the trouble”

“I know for sure that those kids ain’t gonna get messed with, with him and Y/N as their parents” Rick comments with a smile watching the boy yawn.

“This explains a lot of Y/N’s pregnancy, and boy did she bring perfect babes into the world” Carol makes the last comment that they all agreed with.

Then eventually as the day continues and those who were in the house as guests have left…leaving Daryl and Y/N laying in their bed with their twins nuzzled up with each other protected by their parents and pillows. The two admiring the lives they’ve created…

And to the start of this new chapter

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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am-i-interrupting · 10 months ago

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hazbin hotel (whoever you want) with an s/o that's just smol. like shorter than Lucifer and maybe 5'1 or 5'0 because I think Lucifer is like 5'3

Husk

He likes the fact that your shorter than him.

He doesn’t really make any comments about your height.

It is clear regardless that he enjoys that he’s taller though.

When he’s feeling cuddly he’ll wrap his arms around your torso and place his head atop yours.

Maybe he’ll wrap you up in his wings. Maybe he’ll rub his face against the back of your neck.

Will come up behind you and just surround you with his presence, hands on your hips, and ask if you need his help grabbing something.

He likes that he can wrap himself around you and swarm you because it lets him know that you’re there, that you’re safe, and he loves nothing more than that knowledge.

Rosie

She can be a bit of a puppeteer to people she cares about.

Constantly having a hand on the shoulder, the back, looped arms. Just constantly guiding.

The fact that your shorter means she might have to bend down a bit more or stretch but she doesn’t mind.

She’ll rest her hand atop your head if it’s closer.

Constant fingers running through and petting your hair.

She will also give you a neck massage while she’s at it which can be very. . . interesting in public.

If you do the Catra & Adora dip from She-Ra, I think she might die again.

Vox

This man made a short joke one time and depending on how you react depends on how he’ll take to doing it in the future.

If you just sort of roll your eyes expect at least one short joke every week.

If you (are like me) pulled him down to your height and threatened him. Never again. He’ll never make one again.

He’s the type to lean against the wall and watch you struggle until you ask him to get something for you and depending on his mood, he might get it for you or he’ll smile and walk away, watching you from his cameras.

Because you’re short, it’s harder for him to kiss you. . .

Unless you’re walking past his chair in which case he’ll grab you by the waist and pull you in his lap and lavish you.

Expect to be picked up and put in tables, counters, against the wall, so he can kiss you and sometimes it’ll be with no warning so here’s to hoping you don’t break his screen in accident.

#hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader #hazbin rosie x reader #rosie x reader #hazbin husk x reader #husk x reader

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huggaboos · 2 months ago

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A Day in the Digital Den

(TADC short agere story! Two smol beans and their caregivers! Enjoy!)

The soft hum of the digital world buzzed in the background, a constant melody that filled the sprawling confines of the abstract space. Today, however, it had a softer, warmer air about it. Sunlight — or the simulation of it — streamed through non-existent windows, casting gentle golden rays across the playroom floor.

Pomni and Jax, now regressed with the energy levels of excitable toddlers, sat in the middle of a patchwork rug covered in colorful blocks, plush toys, and a few odd objects that had seemingly manifested from the code itself. Pomni was busy stacking blocks with intense focus, her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Jax, meanwhile, was doing his best to knock them down with the most dramatic "accidental" swipes imaginable.

“Whoops! My bad,” Jax snickered, grinning wide as the blocks tumbled into a heap.

Pomni huffed, her tiny frame puffing up with irritation. "Jaaaax! I worked hard on that!" Her eyes narrowed into a pouty glare.

Perched nearby, Kinger observed with the regal air of a king watching over his kingdom — albeit a very peculiar kingdom of foam blocks and stuffed animals. His eyes, always a little wide with wonder and confusion, darted between the two. "Easy, easy, little ones. Toppling it? That's treason, Jax."

“Pfft, treason?” Jax plopped onto his back, kicking his legs playfully. “What are you gonna do, King? Throw me in the timeout dungeon?” His laughter echoed around the area, loud and infectious.

Ragatha, sitting cross-legged on the other side of the rug, giggled behind her hand. “He’s got you there, Kinger. I don’t think the 'timeout dungeon' has enough room for his ego.” She smiles at Jax, who beamed at the recognition.

“Ha! She gets it,” Jax said, shooting finger at her.

Ragatha leaned forward, hands on her knees, her grin warm but mischievous. “Oh, don’t think you’re untouchable, little guy. I am bigger than you right now, after all.”

Jax’s eyes widened with mock panic. “Y-Yeah, well, I got… I got speed on my side!” He shot up and dashed across the room, little feet padding noisily on the floor. Pomni, feeling rather playful, darted after him with surprising determination.

“Get him, Pomni!” Ragatha cheered, cupping her hands around her mouth like a stadium announcer.

“I am! I am!” Pomni’s voice came out as a high-pitched squeak as she wobbled after him, arms stretched forward like a monster chasing its prey.

Kinger tapped his chin thoughtfully. "This pursuit shall be chronicled in the royal archives as 'The Great Chase of Jax the Jester.'" He nodded to himself, satisfied with his self-appointed role as historian.

The chase zigzagged around toy piles, running in loops around Kinger, whose balance teetered but never toppled. Ragatha leaned forward, arms spread, pretending to block Jax’s path. “Nowhere to run, prankster! Surrender at once!”

“Never!” Jax pivoted hard, his foot slipping just enough to send him spinning. He crashed into Pomni, the two of them rolling in a heap of giggles and tangled limbs.

Pomni was the first to recover, taking the opportunity to tap Jax with her hand. “Gotcha! No more block-smashing for you!” she declared triumphantly.

“Alright, alright, I give!” Jax wheezed through his laughter, his eyes scrunched shut with mirth. “You win, Princess Pomni!”

“Princess?” Pomni blinked, then tilted her head with a smile. "Hmm. I like the sound of that." She lifted her arms like royalty being honored. "All hail Princess Pomni!"

“Hail, indeed,” Kinger said with a flourishing bow so deep it looked like he might fall forward. “Princess Pomni, champion of order and builder of great towers.”

“Don’t forget block protector,” she added with a proud nod, puffing up like a hero.

“Sure, sure,” Jax said, still flat on his back. “Block protector, kingdom defender, and supreme tattletale, too.”

“Hey!” she squeaked, cheeks puffing out in indignation.

“All hail Princess Pomni!” Ragatha said again, laughing as she ruffled Pomni's hair. "And the Jester Jax, whose antics keep us all on our toes."

"Hey, I like that one," Jax grinned, sitting up and brushing off his imaginary cloak. "Jester Jax. Sounds pretty cool."

"More like troublemaker Jax," Ragatha quipped, tossing a soft plush cube at him. It hit him square on the head, eliciting another round of giggles from everyone.

The warmth of the moment lingered, like the glow of a setting sun that never truly set in this world. Kinger settled back, his eyes half-lidded as if savoring the peace. Ragatha leaned back on her palms, watching the two little ones bicker, laugh, and play without a care in the world.

For all its strangeness, this world — at least for now — felt like home.

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yoredoesmore · 6 months ago

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Hi! Can I have a request of Soshiro with fem reader? Where his s/o found them gushing a very smol plushie version of him even s/o peppering some kisses on the plush and Soshiro get jealous or pout.

Will he try gain his s/o attention or he just yeet the plush? 🤣

a/n: no because I went through my requests, saw this and immediately sat down and wrote away it because its just so funny and cute!! thank you for putting something in!

pairing: Hoshina x fem!Reader

genre: fluff/comedy [wc: 976]

enjoy!

Just Kiss the Original | Hoshina Soshiro

It was a sight to behold– and not in a good way. For Hoshina at least.

Hoshina stood in the doorframe of your shared bedroom, hands hovering over the light switch. A long day of work had finally come to its end and there was nothing else he wished to do but fall into the arms of his lovely significant other. But upon stepping foot into your apartment, soft smooch sounds rang into his ears.

For a second, Hoshina felt his heart sink into the bottom of his stomach, mind drifting towards the unthinkable. But he quickly collected himself and remembered that you were not that kind of person. Therefore he continued as planned, took off his shoes and jacket and then made his way into your bedroom.

But what he saw when he made it into the cozy space knocked the remaining energy he had right out of his lungs and deflated him like a balloon.

You sat on your bed, legs crossed and arms wrapped around a plushie that shared a lot of similarities with your boyfriend– in fact, that was the Vice Captain! The plushy found itself in your warm embrace, pampered in kisses and snuggles and even more kisses. Your lips were curled into a warm smile as you cooed and patted the cotton imitation of your significant other.

“Who is so adorable? You are!”

Hoshina found himself speechless at the sight. He was aware that you had him, the plushie. It was a stupid gift from Ashiro who thought it was funny. You once mentioned how bored you got whenever Hoshina was working overtime, thus she got you this mini version of him to cure the loneliness. Back then he found it amusing. But now, watching that cotton ball get the special treatment reserved specifically for him? It was aggravating to say the least.

You didn't even seem to notice Hoshina who only stood a couple meters behind you at the door. Your lips continued to find the plushie's face, placing soft kisses on its head and whispering little secrets into its ears.

I ain't getting jealous over no damn plushie! He thought to himself, ready to make his presence known to you. But all of a sudden he watched you lift the small buddy towards your mouth and..bite him? You were laughing, jokingly holding the thing with your mouth. To you it was a silly little motion, harmless to both your reputation and the plushy but for Hoshina it was the last straw.

The plushie sat in your hand, but then suddenly it didn't.

Something had grabbed it by the head and threw it against the wall with such force that you temporarily feared it was going to get a concussion. Abruptly turning your gaze around, your eyes were met with the ones of your boyfriends.

“Soshiro what the–”

You didn't even get to finish your sentence. Hoshina placed himself on your lap, head resting on the soft flesh of your skin. His eyes peered up to lock with yours and his cold hands slid towards your fingers to interlock them. Was he..pouting?

“Just kiss the original.” Was all he said before closing his eyes.

You, who still had to wrap her head around the situation, simply looked down at the man, puzzled and perplexed. But then you smiled. Leaning forward, you placed a long kiss on Sohiro's lips. The man couldn't help himself but smile into it.

As you pulled away you saw the cheekiness that sat on his face, as if he had just achieved something great. Was he feeling accomplishment? For throwing a plushie out of your hands?

“The original got a little jealous there, hm?” Your hands found comfort in his hair, running its fingers through the soft purple.

“I have no idea whaddya talkin about.” He replied, eyes remaining shut. You simply chuckled and continued to pet his head.

“But I must say that the original is much cuter than the doll, oh my.” Another kiss found its way towards his lips. But this time when you tried to pull away, Hoshina placed his hand on the back of your head, keeping your upper body lowered. His face was now a mere breath away from yours.

“Please stop calling me that, Y/n.”

“Didn't you start it?”

There he goes again.

Hoshina was a man of pride and strength. He was feared on base grounds and even the Kaiju's blood ran cold when hearing his name. But at home, when with you, Hoshina revealed a special part of himself, one meant solely for you to witness. His soft spot

“Soshiro.” You whispered, the distance between you and him slowly fading.

Nothing could replace the warmth of your kisses and the feelings of passion and admiration you felt when in each other's presence. Not even the cutest plushie.

Bonus:

“What is that??” Your eyes almost exploded out of their sockets as you watched Hoshina pull forth a little doll from behind his back. You were both sitting on your bed ready to end the day.

“Shinomiya knows a guy who makes dolls and I told her to make one that resembles you. So now when I'm at work and I feel lonely I can just take little Y/n out and feel much better.”

The mischievous grin on Soshiro’s face said it all– this was payback time. Your boyfriend was trying to get back at you for what happened a week ago and as much as it irritated you, it was working.

“The doll actually looks like you, isn't that great? I don't have to bother you with my late night video calls anymore now that I–” As Soshiro was talking away you grabbed the doll and threw it away behind you. Unfortunately, it happened to fly right out the open window and landed onto the streets.

Where it got run over by a car.

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askinkiskarma · 2 years ago

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Can you write one with neteyam pls? you’re like smol and cute and he likes to pick you up all the time and do silly things with you bc of your size. Just cute and wholesome 🫶

i keep saying i won't take any requests, but then I can't help myself hahahaha.

hope you enjoy x

wc: 500

At this point in your life, you think you spent more time in Neteyam's arms than you spent with your feet firmly planted on the ground. You told him you hated it, told him it made you feel weak and feeble, and you meant it to a certain extent, but God, did it also make you feel spoiled and exuberant... and loved. He saw through your pretence, as he always tended to, and continued to do it despite your many verbal protests, that were never reinforced with any physical cues, instead moulding to his body as soon as his large arms touched the back of your knees and lifted you.

"You know, for someone who complains so much, you sure look comfortable." he says, half snickering, half rolling his eyes at how your face was buried snugly in his chest, almost dozing off at the steady sway of his body as he walked towards the village.

"Shh. I'm trying to sleep."

"You're such a pain in the ass, you know?"

"I am, and yet you love me anyway. I think that says more about you than it does about me, if I'm honest."

Neteyam couldn't help the uncontrollable urge to keep you close to his side, so close, in fact, that he wasn't truly happy until you were flush against him at all times. He didn't think anything of it. You were human. You were tiny and vulnerable, so it was his responsibility to make sure you were safe, that your feet wouldn't get scratched against the rocks and pointy twigs on the ground, that your legs weren't tired and pained from your walks, that would definitely take a bigger toll on you than on him, that your breath wasn't getting caught in your throat at the increased physical effort that you weren't used to, or weren't meant to withstand on this planet that, while you shared with him, you weren't necessarily built for. In his head, it was not only normal, but expected.

Obviously not everybody agreed, as Kiri and Lo'ak snickered when they joined you two and found you sitting on Neteyam's shoulders, picking up fruits off the lowest hanging branches of a Melon Tree.

"Bro, must you always carry her like she's a baby? You know she has legs, right?"

You joined in, and Neteyam found himself pouting a little, despite his best efforts otherwise. He was used to Lo'ak teasing him, as his brother took very few things in his life seriously, and couldn't begin to understand what a serious, adult relationship entailed, but you? That stung a little.

You shimmied off his shoulders, and dropped so you could wrap your legs around his midsection and your arms around his throat. You placed small, feathery kisses all throughout his neck and upper back, nuzzling your nose behind his ears before you spoke.

"Forget about them. I love it. And I love you."

Suffice it to say his pout dissolved, and so did any ounce of self-restraint when it came to you.

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tinydefector · 6 months ago

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hey you do character x character right? Like canon character shipped with another Canon character? It wasn't on you list of won't do but I'm asking anyway

If you'd be open to, I like to request a TFP wavewave fic (Shockwave x Soundwave) where Soundwave is snuggled up with their big boyfriend (Shockwave is fat to me so very soft and nice to cuddle)

You could make it pure fluff or you could make it more then that, but ya I would just like to request Shockwave getting loved on by his smol partner

Query's

Shockwave x Soundwave

Word count; 1.2k

Warnings: none, complete soft and fluff

I do intact do character x characters when I get a chance. Sorry, this one took me so long to make, but I did enjoy making some cute Wavewave,

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Shockwave was once again engrossed in his work, barely notices the photo message sent to his Comms. It's only when the small blinking of even more notifications pop up does he finally check the messages. He finally glances to the side as the image comes up almost like a hologram only he can see, the image of elephants. Followed by a small smiley face emoji. Curiosity piqued, he turned towards the communications officer on the other side of the Lab, Soundwave had taken to working on his reports, investigations and other important tasks while in the Lab due to how peaceful he found it. Most venicons avoided it like a rust plague.

"What is the purpose of these images, Soundwave?"

Soundwave looks up from the monitor he was viewing moving towards Shockwave, a servo moves to rest on Shockwave waist.

" image captured during satellite surveillance. Elephants: Large terrestrial mammals, they are fascinating." His reply is a mix of different recorded voices as he presses his faceplate into Shockwave's backstruts, a slight hum resonates from his spark.

"Elephants are indeed fascinating creatures, known for their social structures and unique adaptations. However, my current research does not pertain to them."

Shockwave states while he types away looking at levels and new details over his research. He subtly tries to shift away from Soundwave's touch, Two of the Soundwave's tendrils move and wrap around Shockwave's waist again as he stays pressed against Shockwave's back, it wasn't often either of them got time together or by themselves, Soundwave is aware of how caught up in work they both become.

"Statement: Soundwave Likes Elephants” He replied in the monotone dialect he had taken to using for communication.

Shockwave can feel the warmth radiating from Soundwave's frame against his back, and it sends a ripple of guilt through him. He himself is aware of how touchy Soundwave gets when something is wrong.

"Soundwave, this is highly irregular,"

Shockwave manages to say, his voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his attention is divided between his work and Soundwave.

"Query?" The communications officer asked.

"Query noted,"

Shockwave replies, as he relaxes into the smaller Mechs embrace. He attempts to regain his composure, despite how much he enjoyed this, he had work that needed to be finished. But he was willing to humour his partner. Soundwave is quiet as if waiting for an answer to his question but it's left unsaid answered.

"We will discuss further about Terra Tellus-Gaia's quadrupedal Mammals, but not now. I have important work to attend to,"

Shockwave says, his voice almost a Void as he tries to run more tests over the different energon levels in beakers. The Nemesis depended on Shockwave finding a new modification and dilatation of the Energon they had been recovering for it to be more productive as a fuel source. Another static like hum leaves Soundwave as he continues watching Shockwave works while cuddling him.

"Query: project success. details. results?"

He inquired. Helm tilted to the side enough to watch the screen. In truth Soundwave was aware of every change in the levels he watched everything and even knew all the information without Shockwave having to explain it but he enjoyed listening to his paterners voice when he spoke, he enjoyed how passionate he became with different subjects.

Shockwave's processor races as he tries to process Soundwave's query while simultaneously grappling with the unexpected change in one of the vials when it comes into contact with salt water. Shockwave is quick to note down the bubbling reaction with the liquid form of the unstable Energon.

" progress is satisfactory,"

Shockwave replies curtly, his voice betraying a hint of his inner turmoil.

"However, the details and results are. they can wait. There are. other matters that require my attention."

Shockwave turns towards Soundwave, watching the smaller Mechs visor. Despite Soundwave being a ‘Faceless’ mech, he had rather easy body language for Shockwave to read. Or perhaps it was just that Soundwave made himself more open when around the Scientist. Shockwave knows that he should prioritise his work and maintain a professional distance, but the warmth of Soundwave's embrace and the comfort it brings makes it difficult to resist. Soundwave moves, pressing his helm to Shockwave's optic ridge.

"Statement: project on hold, Wish to spend time with Sparkmate"

Soundwave calls Shockwave as he leans into the touch more, his field bouncing off Shockwave's as they flicker and dance together in a static laced buzz.

Shockwave's optic flicker. He wants to argue with Soundwave over getting this experiment finished However, deep down, he knows that he cannot deny his own feelings any longer, nor would he win the argument with the communications officer, for all his mute approach Soundwave was rather good at getting his way with Shockwave and wasn't past putting up a fuss if it meant he got to spent time with his lover.

"Understood, Soundwave,"

Shockwave finally responds, his voice tinged with a mix of hesitation and longing.

"The project can be put on hold. Spending time with you is a priority."

With a mixture of triumph and smugness in Soundwave's field as he snuggles into Shockwave's shoulder plating, the humming of their fields bring an almost peaceful vibe to the overly quiet Lab.

"Request"

Soundwave states before his actual voice comes through, a rare thing even for Shockwave to hear.

"You are exhausted, don't lie to me, I can read your body and your mind, "

he hums softly into Shockwave's shoulder plating. Shockwave's optic blinks slightly at Soundwave's request, both surprised and touched by the rare display of concern. He knows that Soundwave's abilities allow him to perceive things that others might miss, and he can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability in that moment.

"You are correct, Soundwave,"

Shockwave admits, his voice softer than usual.

"I have been pushing myself to the limits, neglecting my own well-being in pursuit of my scientific endeavours. It seems my mind has become so consumed with data and research that I have failed to take care of myself. And in turn neglected our time together"

He allows himself to lean into Soundwave's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him. The weight of his exhaustion becomes more noticeable, and he realises that perhaps he does need a moment of respite. An escape from This lab once in a while.

"Perhaps it is time for me to rest, if only for a little while. Your presence... it brings me a sense of peace that I have not felt in a long time."

"Retire with me?" The request comes quicker than soundwave would have liked

"I... I would like that, Soundwave. I have dedicated so much of myself to my work, and perhaps it is time for me to prioritise you."

As his exhaustion weighs heavily on him, Shockwave realises that he craves the solace and companionship that only Soundwave can provide. With a nod, he gently disentangles himself from Soundwave's embrace, his servo reaching out to take Soundwave's servo.

“Recharge sounds..”

“Delightful?” Soundwave finishes Shockwave's sentence, his smiley emoji flickering across his visor as he begins leading Shockwave back to his hab suite.

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msweebyness · 9 days ago

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Young Justice: ZetaFlash Headcanons

Ya girl is back with more Young Justice headcanons, with another of my fave couples! Damn the fact that they can’t be confirmed in canon! Enjoy! @imsparky2002

They definitely love to use their powers to spring random affection on each other, and no one can change my mind. Bart careening into Ed at near Mach 2 and taking him straight to the ground in a hug, while his boyfriend laughs through the pain in his ribs. Ed teleporting behind Bart and surprising him with a kiss on the neck, just to see his adorable face turn red. Just lovingly messing with each other.

Bart is a tactile and affectionate person with those that he’s close to, and this is especially evident with how he’s so frequently glomped onto to his boyfriend, no matter where they might happen to be. Not that Eduardo minds his ridiculously cute boyfriend’s snuggly tendencies.

They would definitely be really protective of each other, no matter what they go up against. They watch each other’s backs in battle and when one gets hurt, the other will be by their side in an instant. (Literally!) They’re normally pretty easygoing guys, but if you speak ill of one in front of the other, you had better be prepared to be knocked on your ass. And if you try to come after them being in an open, loving gay relationship (*Cough* Godfrey *Cough*), heaven help you.

Whenever you date someone, you typically have to win over their family and friends. Ed had very little trouble with Jay, Barry and Iris, who all quickly took a liking to him. However, one person proved more of a challenge for him, and that was Bart’s big-brother-in-all-but-blood, the one and only Blue Beetle. Jaime is definitely protective of the speedster, with everything he’s been through in his era, much of it being at the hands of his own alternate self. So when Bart and Ed began their relationship, he was quick to warn the teleporting hero not to hurt him for any reason, or else he’d snap him like a twig. (And you know he can, boy’s been hittin’ the weights since S2.) Though Ed was able to prove in very little time that he genuinely loved Bart and wanted the best for him, he still gets the occasional warning to watch himself from the armored Outsider.

Despite his bordering-on-cocky demeanor at times, you can’t convince me it’s not ridiculously easy to get Bart flustered, and as mentioned earlier, his boyfriend takes full advantage of that. Ed is the kind of partner who flirts with Bart relentlessly, no matter where they are or what they’re doing, and it never fails to make the speedster go red. (There’s a right dirty mind on the golden one and you can’t change my mind.)

Most couples have pet names for one another, and so do these two. Bart usually calls his boyfriend “Eddie”, but also occasionally uses “babe”. Ed’s primary ones for Bart are “amor” or “mi chiquito”, because he’s not above expressing love for him while also teasing him for being short. (I do not subscribe to Bart ending up taller than the others. Mans said himself he spent the first thirteen years of his life scavenging for food, he ain’t never growing to his full height. He will be a smol boi.)

We all saw that frown on his face when he watched Virgil hug Bart, and that none-too-subtle clearing of the throat to hint he should stop doing that. Ed definitely has a bit of a jealous streak. He’s not overly aggressive and he’s certainly never told Bart not to associate with anyone, but he definitely gets a bit annoyed with people getting too close to his boyfriend. Bart is usually pretty oblivious to people being interested in him, so most of this tends to pass over his head. He also knows his BF is gorgeous, so go ahead and look, you don’t have a shot anyway.

Speaking entirely objectively, because we all know it’s true, Bart Allen is adorable, the boy is just cute. And no one knows that better than his boyfriend. Whether it’s seeing him get excited about one of his various interests, that little scrunched up face he makes when he’s focused on something, or pouting when someone makes fun of his height, Ed will tell anyone that his boyfriend is the most adorable person on the planet.

Both of these boys definitely have fronts that they put up for the public, but those tend to fall whenever they’re together. Bart was one of the first people that Ed showed his softer, less surly side to, as the speedster just made him feel at ease. It was this (along with therapy, of course) that allowed him to mellow out into the more relaxed and openly caring person he is now. And while Bart still likes to keep the happy, jokester face up most of the time, Ed has always seen right through it. Bart isn’t afraid to be vulnerable or show sadness around his boyfriend, like he is with most people. He feels safe around him, knowing he won’t be judged.

Bart is a jokester at heart, and he’s always making funny little quips about his current situation. Typically, these aren’t all that mean or cutting, but there are times when Bart’s snarkier side slips out and he’ll really let someone have it verbally. Ed loves getting to see these moments, both because Bart is savage and pretty damn hilarious when he doesn’t hold back…and because he finds seeing him get like that pretty hot.

As previously implied, Bart is good at making people feel happy and at ease, and especially making them laugh. And he’s better at this with no one than his boyfriend. He doesn’t even have to try, really. Bart just tends to say and do the most random and adorable things that never fail to put a smile on Ed’s face, and he loves him for that.

Bart isn’t one to generally open up about a lot of the aspects of the now-defunct Reach-dominated future, and those that he does tell about it know it’s far from his preferred topic of conversation. But one person he’s never hesitated to be honest with is his boyfriend. Ed knows things about Bart’s past that even Jaime or Barry don’t. He knows what triggers particularly bad memories and the reasons behind certain actions the speedster performs. And if anyone tries to push Bart for information he prefers not to discuss…let’s just say it doesn’t end well for them.

There weren’t a lot of things people did for fun, or many things considered normal in the modern times, in the Reach’s future, so one of the things Ed loves most about their relationship is getting to watch Bart experience these things. He loves to watch how excited he gets and answer any questions he has. One of his favorite memories of this variety was Bart’s first Fourth of July, and how amazed he was watching the fireworks.

No matter what, these two support each other and cheer each other on. When Ed first got into the hero game, and was unsure about his abilities and whether he was really suited to the work, Bart would be the first to rattle off to his boyfriend why he was amazing in every possible way and how he belonged with the Outsiders. And Ed is always there to comfort and reassure his boyfriend whenever his doubts about measuring up to Wally rear their heads. Both always know the other has their back.

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Bart (being voiced by Jason Marsden, who has a great voice) would be an awesome singer, imo. And I can see singing as something he would enjoy doing to unwind or just let loose a little. And one of Ed’s favorite things is to find him doing this and just listen to his boyfriend’s beautiful voice. Sometimes when they’re alone, and he’s had a bad day or he just feels like it, he’ll ask Bart to sing something for him, and the speedster can never seem to say no.

As previously mentioned, Ed is a decent bit taller than Bart, and he loves to take advantage of this in little ways. Bending down to kiss him on the forehead, picking him up to hug him, or just pulling him into his lap when they’re both sitting down, the golden one def loves his smol boyfriend. And Bart, for all his pouting, doesn’t really mind this or the affectionate teasing.

The thing Ed loves most about Bart in the physical sense is those big, lively green eyes of his. He loves how they’re always full of energy and taking in everything around him. The way they light up every time Bart sees Ed, which never fails to make his heart do a convincing hummingbird impression. (And if he takes the time to check out the speedster’s backside when the opportunity presents itself, that’s his right and his business.) Bart’s favorite thing is definitely his boyfriend’s smile, which he’s glad he gets to see so much more often now. Ed’s smile is a very soft and subtle one but beautiful nonetheless, and Bart loves being able to bring it about. (And the toned arms are a plus too, if we’re putting everything on the table.)

These two are definitely the boyfriends who love playing pranks both on and with each other. Watch out on April Fool’s Day because when they put their heads together, no one is safe! They’ve even managed to pull one over on Batman, and Bruce was too genuinely impressed to be angry.

As we’ve all seen, Bart isn’t always exactly someone to think before he acts on his impulses, or hold his own safety to a high priority level. And this causes his loving and protective boyfriend no shortage of grief. Obviously he knows about Bart’s accelerated healing, but that doesn’t excuse him putting himself in unneeded danger. They’ve had their fair share of arguments about this, and there will be more, given how stubborn Bart can be.

As mentioned earlier, Bart’s family loves Ed. He regularly helps Iris and Barry with watching the twins alongside Bart, and he always helps Iris with dinner when he comes over. Jay appreciates his efforts in keeping Bart out of too much trouble, and how happy he makes his honorary grandson. Dr. Dorado appreciates the calming effect that Bart seems to have on his son, making Ed happier than he’d seen the boy since he’d been living with him, even if it took him a bit to adapt to the speedster’s constant energy and…quirks.

Despite their highly differing personalities, Bart’s energetic and social nature against Ed’s more reserved and mellow demeanor, the two seem to just fit together, balancing each other out perfectly. Ed can rein in Bart when he’s being a bit too much and needs to take a breath, and Bart pushes Ed just enough to be more open and get out of his comfort zone. While they definitely still have their arguments, opposites definitely attract with these two.

Bart would definitely make the effort to really learn Spanish for Ed, who’s more than happy to teach him, and touched that he’s really dedicated to doing this. (Of course, Bart still purposely pronounces words wrong solely for the purpose of annoying Jaime, but that’s just because he’s Bart.)

They love each other, and that’s the bottom line, screw anyone who has a problem with that.

Gotta love these beautiful gays! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

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