#i want a paul daryl

[biggietofu]

I think Daryl Tofa should just play everyone in the outsiders

A one man show

[v1rtualv4mp]

Hey alt twd fans *leans on a lamborghini*

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I have ✨writer’s block ✨

Maybe I should have stuck with the whump for one more chapter. 🫤

[just-another-fangirl326]

I WISH there was an app or something that had all the swings and understudies recordings of all their roles in The Outsiders musical. Like professionally recorded and then you can choose which person sings which role as you listen. Maybe I want to listen to Daryl Tofa’s Johnny with Trevor Wyane’s Pony. Keep Dan’s Paul and Brent’s Darry. Have Sky finally be Cherry. Or whatever combo.

I know it’s unrealistic but a girly can dream….

[kitkatunicorntheatrekid]

The outsiders La Jolla

notes

Barton and Renni’s costumes didn’t change

Brent as Paul feels wrong Like why did he throwing Johnny Half of the greasers are taking their shirts off Daryl Tofa what was that dance move Dally’s shirtless in grease got a hold Soda’s misspelling of grease is called out Ace’s little bow Jason’s one hand handstand Did Darry just moonwalk The risk of Pony going into fostercare Sandy is talked about Darry is manspreading Johnny’s parents fighting Socs in the back Soda’s initials are on the benches at the drive in A girl got shot The socs holding up Bob Paul giving Randy a piggy back ride Gross Dally Two-bit is called Two-bit because it’s more french

Mar-bit A greaser(Renni)(Steve isn’t in this version) telling Johnny to not go with Marcia and Two-bit Hard boil egg eating contest Bob breaking the benches

Soda being the medadior Darry gives Pony a allowance

Paul kicks Johnny Buck marials The harmonies No burn Darry and Dally full on brawling Darry is drinking “I FEEL LIKE JULIE ANDREWS” A car in the air Pony sing soda’s letter Soda singing hood turned heroes What is Jason doing The rumble is wild A soc girl in the rumble Stay gold in the hospital I am crying

ps I want to get to 100 follows by the end of the year it's not likely to happen but yea(i'm at 82)

[arithealto]

hi :) i watched a boot and took some notes if anyone cares to read lol

victor soda boot notes

* soda shooting gravel at chet from his 🍆 HAHA

* dre steve humping at the socs omg

* trevi sounds so comfortable as pony here

* “oh he wants to see the movie” -trip

* “uh oh uh oh” -chet

* kwp rly changed up his delivery during the first pony jumping

* soda chasing the socs away with the chains 🫶���� (i feel like victor made this more noticeable)

* soda making muscles at two bit when he enters with the hubcap lol

* soda and darry arguing at the top of ggah

* SODA KISSED PONY ON THE CHEEK 🥹

* ace doing ballet then yelling “PONYYYYY”

* SODA SHIMMY

* darry telling soda not to give pony a cigarette

* darry just continuing to talk at soda during ggah

* PLS NOT VICTOR GRABBING HIS 🍆 WHEN HE SAYS “GOT A RESISTIBLE CHARM”

* victor seems so confident as soda especially when he’s dancing

* soda pretended to fly like a plane lol he’s so teen boy

* TREVI HIGH NOTE RIFF AT THE END OF GGAH OMG?!

* victor soda is so silly i loveeee

* “how many 🫵🏼 pages is it”

* victor’s comedic timing during the scene before GE is SO GOOD

* the hand curve on “anne margaret is SERVING the hamburgers” is GENIUS OMG

* TREVI GOING UP DURING GE‼️

* steve and paul hella beefing during drive in

* i love daryl’s face when dally sits and moves his leg off the bench

* pony looking at the other socs cuz he’s embarrassed of dally 👀

* “nice shirt” - brill after cherry throws her drink on dally

* paul pushing dally out of the drive in

* emma and trevi were so cutie during icttyan

* trip egging on bob and two bit like their animals omg

* not trip pushing marcia and yelling at her

* pony so sassy with darrel before ritfr

* THE WAY SODA SHOOTS UP WHEN HE HEARS CHERRY’S NAME HAHA

* PLS WHY IS HE 🧍🏻🫵🏼 BAH

* the sneaky dabbing up johnny LOL

* “i WILL fold all of it☝🏼” AHSVUEKW

* soda comforting pony omg

* brent and victor get so close like darry is so intimidating AGH

* the way pony is genuinely gagged when darrel snaps at him

* trevi’s vocals are so strong in this boot omfg

* trip wiping his hands after he has pony in his arms

* brill is so mean to cherry in JFT

* trevi and sky sound sooo good on damd like just beautiful

* brent’s eyes when he’s talking to dally are SO condescending in this

* geez darry looks so defeated just rip my heart out

* “darrel i need yoUUuuUuu”

* VICTORS LIL RIFFS UGH

* SODA DARRY HUG 😭😭

* victor’s voice is just wow

* brent almost sliding off the tire during hth lolll

* victor and brent messing with eachother 🥹

* emma slaying hopeless war as always

* you can rly see pony debating about the rumble at the end of HW

* the way the socs come out during trouble with the light glowing behind them is always such a serve

* OMG DAN PAUL PUTTING HIS RING ON MID FIGHT

* literally always speechless after the rumble idek what to say

* darry is so proud of pony 🥺

* CURTIS BROTHER HUG IM GONNA BE SICK

* WOW TREVI’S BREAKDOWN WHEN JOHNNY DIES 💔

* steve breaking down in ace’s arms

* soda holding pony on his arms😭

* HEAD KISSES 💔💔

* HELLO why did i never notice their little tribute to johnny when they put gravel on the wooden plank i-

* omg trevi’s monologue delivery after little brother was literally heart breaking

* the way soda keeps looking back at darry when pony won’t respond to anything 🥺

* soda breaking down and whimpering omfg goodbye

* can’t get over how good sky and trevi sound together

* trevi pony is so sad i’m gonna cry

* darry looking away to cry will never not destroy me

* finale harmonies have my heart

[grandhotelabyss]

Advice/hard truths for writers?

The best piece of practical advice I know is a classic from Hemingway (qtd. here):

The most important thing I’ve learned about writing is never write too much at a time… Never pump yourself dry. Leave a little for the next day. The main thing is to know when to stop. Don’t wait till you’ve written yourself out. When you’re still going good and you come to an interesting place and you know what’s going to happen next, that’s the time to stop. Then leave it alone and don’t think about it; let your subconscious mind do the work.

Also, especially if you're young, you should read more than you write. If you're serious about writing, you'll want to write more than you read when you get old; you need, then, to lay the important books as your foundation early. I like this passage from Samuel R. Delany's "Some Advice for the Intermediate and Advanced Creative Writing Student" (collected in both Shorter Views and About Writing):

You need to read Balzac, Stendhal, Flaubert, and Zola; you need to read Austen, Thackeray, the Brontes, Dickens, George Eliot, and Hardy; you need to read Hawthorne, Melville, James, Woolf, Joyce, and Faulkner; you need to read Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Turgenev, Goncherov, Gogol, Bely, Khlebnikov, and Flaubert; you need to read Stephen Crane, Mark Twain, Edward Dahlberg, John Steinbeck, Jean Rhys, Glenway Wescott, John O'Hara, James Gould Cozzens, Angus Wilson, Patrick White, Alexander Trocchi, Iris Murdoch, Graham Greene, Evelyn Waugh, Anthony Powell, Vladimir Nabokov; you need to read Nella Larsen, Knut Hamsun, Edwin Demby, Saul Bellow, Lawrence Durrell, John Updike, John Barth, Philip Roth, Coleman Dowell, William Gaddis, William Gass, Marguerite Young, Thomas Pynchon, Paul West, Bertha Harris, Melvin Dixon, Daryll Pinckney, Darryl Ponicsan, and John Keene, Jr.; you need to read Thomas M. Disch, Joanna Russ, Richard Powers, Carroll Maso, Edmund White, Jayne Ann Phillips, Robert Gluck, and Julian Barnes—you need to read them and a whole lot more; you need to read them not so that you will know what they have written about, but so that you can begin to absorb some of the more ambitious models for what the novel can be.

Note: I haven't read every single writer on that list; there are even three I've literally never heard of; I can think of others I'd recommend in place of some he's cited; but still, his general point—that you need to read the major and minor classics��is correct.

The best piece of general advice I know, and not only about writing, comes from Dr. Johnson, The Rambler #63:

The traveller that resolutely follows a rough and winding path, will sooner reach the end of his journey, than he that is always changing his direction, and wastes the hours of day-light in looking for smoother ground and shorter passages.

I've known too many young writers over the years who sabotaged themselves by overthinking and therefore never finishing or sharing their projects; this stems, I assume, from a lack of self-trust or, more grandly, trust in the universe (the Muses, God, etc.). But what professors always tell Ph.D. students about dissertations is also true of novels, stories, poems, plays, comic books, screenplays, etc: There are only two kinds of dissertations—finished and unfinished. Relatedly, this is the age of online—an age when 20th-century institutions are collapsing, and 21st-century ones have not yet been invented. Unless you have serious connections in New York or Iowa, publish your work yourself and don't bother with the gatekeepers.

Other than the above, I find most writing advice useless because over-generalized or else stemming from arbitrary culture-specific or field-specific biases, e.g., Orwell's extremely English and extremely journalistic strictures, not necessarily germane to the non-English or non-journalistic writer. "Don't use adverbs," they always say. Why the hell shouldn't I? It's absurd. "Show, don't tell," they insist. Fine for the aforementioned Orwell and Hemingway, but irrelevant to Edith Wharton and Thomas Mann. Freytag's Pyramid? Spare me. Every new book is a leap in the dark. Your project may be singular; you may need to make your own map as your traverse the unexplored territory.

Hard truths? There's one. I know it's a hard truth because I hesitate even to type it. It will insult our faith in egalitarianism and the rewards of earnest labor. And yet, I suspect the hard truth is this: ineffables like inspiration and genius count for a lot. If they didn't, if application were all it took, then everybody would write works of genius all day long. But even the greatest geniuses usually only got the gift of one or two all-time great work. This doesn't have to be a counsel of despair, though: you can always try to place yourself wherever you think lightning is likeliest to strike. That's what I do, anyway. Good luck!

[wishyouloveme]

Star's Kinkvember list!!

requests are open babies!! This list is not finalized, things can change, send me a request if you'd like to see a certain kink with a certain special someone.

side note: these are for November, cause i wanted to October, but I'm late

TAG TIME: @harmshake @spookybitchdreams @thickbihhwitdagapp @urasunflower @whatdoeseverybodywant @lilucey @jstarr86

reply in the comments if you wanna be added to my taglist

how to request a kinkvember: send in an ask with a day, and a character. REMEMBER, these are only x reader.

Day 1: Oral sex; pairing (Jimmy Uso x reader) Day 2:bondage; pairing (Tama Tonga x reader)

Day 3: Spanking; pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

Day 4: Hair pulling; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

day 5: Dirty talk; Pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

day 6: Blindfolds; pairing (Tyler Lockwood x reader)

day 7: toys; pairing (Jey uso x reader)

day 8:Lingerie; Pairing (Drew McIntyre x reader)

day 9: breast/ Nipple play; Pairing (Ludwig Kaiser x reader)

day 10:Handcuffs; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

day 11: Biting; Pairing (Solo Sikoa x reader)

day 12: Discipline; pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

day 13: Sex in public; pairing (Paul lahote x reader)

day 14:Mutual masturbation; pairing (unknown)

day 15: collar and Lead; pairing (unknown)

day 16:Masturbation;pairing (unknown)

day 17: Candle wax; pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

day 18:Rough sex; pairing (Emmett Cullen x reader)

Day 19: threesome; pairing (Jey Uso x reader x Damian Priest)

Day 20: face fucking; pairing (Rafe Cameron x reader)

Day 21: Domination; pairing (Tonga loa x reader)

Day 22: Vibrators; pairing (tama tonga x reader)

Day 23: Strap on; pairing (Rhea Ripley x reader)

day 24: Voyuerism; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

Day 25: High heels; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

Day 26: Cunnilingus; pairing (Tonga Loa x reader) Day 27: Squirting;pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

Day 28: Praising;Pairing (Simon Basset x reader)

day 29:Aftercare;pairing (Tonga Loa x reader)

Day 30: Choking; Pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

Extra: Choking and mutual masturbation (Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

Small reminder!!: any that say unknown are open to request, these will be FULL ONESHOTS, not blurbs!!

the characters open for this are:

Wrestling:Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns, Tama Tonga, Solo Sikoa, Andrade, Baron Corbin, Jacob Fatu, Randy Orton, Logan Paul, Ludwig Kaiser, Santos Escobar, and Tonga Loa.

Shameless: Kevin Ball, Mickey Milkovich.

Twilight: Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Cullen.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Sarah Cameron, Barry.

Bridgerton: Simon basset, Anthony Bridgerton.

Good Girls:Rio

The walking dead: Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam winchester, Castiel, Crowley.

Vampire Diaries: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (I'm a Stefan girlie) Tyler Lockwoof.

Fast and Furious: Dominic Toretto, Brion O'connor.

Heartstopper: Nick Nelson.

hamilton: Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson.

Criminal Minds: Aaron hotchner, Derek Morgan. 13 reasons why: Montgomery De La Cruz, Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Tony Padilla

Thats all my loves <3. Requests are ALWAYS OPEN. And you can always chat with me. Mwah <3

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Franco Colapinto

Liam Lawson

Ollie Bearman

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Harry Osborn (James Franco)

Wolverine (X-Men movies)

Cyclops (X-Men movies)

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks: (pls no spoilers s4 hasnt been watched yet)

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Ward Cameron

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Sports:

Joao Felix

Jude Bellingham

Brock Purdy

Joe Burrow

Leon Draisaitl

Jack Hughes

Vince Dunn

Mitch Marner

Connor Bedard

Wayne Gretzky (young)

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas/Vilkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

James Franco (Laird Mayhew, Harry Osborn, all characters)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 56 to 16.

Here are my picks for Jan 3rd 2025, please go give them a read:

Unspoken Words by @winchesterwild78 & @cheekygirl2309 (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

More Than You Could Ever Know by @godmadeaterribleerror - A No Love Lost Christmas Special! Takes place about five months after the end of No Love Lost, sort of an epilogue to the main story. (Soldier Boy x Supe Female!Reader, The Boys)

When What We Had Was Everything by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - When Y/N really needs him, Jensen steps up, leaving all their past in the past. Can Y/N possibly do the same? (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

Come Find Me by @lightdancingwords - You are a new arrival to Big Sky, Montana, and found gainful employment with the local insurance department next door to the sheriff’s department. A whole new life with your past haunting you, while Beau is still dealing with the entanglements with his ex-wife. Can either of you succeed in overcoming your ghosts? (Beau Arlen x Female!Reader, Big Sky)

Forever After All by @jobean12-blog - You and Javi have been working together for a few months and you can't deny that you like him...everything about him. And you know you're not imagining the subtle flirting and lingering glances but when you have an assignment that puts you two closer than you 've ever been you find out what it all really means. (Javier Pena x Female!Reader, Narcos)

Family by @lila-lou - This Christmas is your first with Emily, Beau’s teenage daughter. Between her shy smiles and sharp wit, she’s learning to trust you, and you’re creating a home together. (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky)

New Year’s Bingo Card 2024: Bang by @bullet-prooflove (Eddie Diaz x Reader, 911)

Desire, I'm Hungry by @yourfavoritewitchbitch - You and Steve happen upon a strange flower and suddenly find yourselves separated from your friends in the Upside Down. An unrelenting desire overtakes the both of you, taking your friendship past the point of no return. (Steve Harrington x Reader, Stranger Things)

Bruised Fruit by @lostloveletters - Gloria falls like overripe fruit from a wilting tree branch, and Michael Corleone intends to devour her amidst the rot and decay that's long since taken root in his family, intent on dooming her with him for a chance at another heir. (Michael Corleone x OFC, The Godfather Series)

Are You Humming Radio Company? by @justwhisperingfantasies (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

Your Fault by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - Reader is pregnant and suffering from morning sickness, only to be comforted by Daryl. (Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead)

All I Want by @katehuntington - Sam and Dean come across an object that could be the solution to Michael. The Pearl of Baozhu grants the beholder’s deepest desire. Once Dean focuses on his wish, the archangel remains caged in his mind however. Instead his former girlfriend Y/N shows up, who was killed in 2010 in Detroit, by no other than the Devil himself. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Power In the Blood by @venus-haze - There’s power in the blood. Father Paul knows this. Soon, you will, too. (Father Paul Hill x Nun!Reader, Midnight Mass)

Change of Plans by @impala-dreamer - Sometimes, you gotta blow off your plans and blow your husband instead… (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader, RPF)

The Broken Circle by @jollyhunter - “Winchester” - That’s the name you applied with at the police department, when you started a new life in Big Sky, Montana, 4 years ago. It’s your deceased husband’s name. Or rather, meant-to-be husband, since Dean died 2 weeks before he got to propose to you. Today you return from your one month time-out. But a lot has changed since you went to visit Sam; You’ve got a new sheriff. And he’s the same man you thought you’d never see again. (Beau!Dean x Hunter!Reader, Big Sky/Supernatural)

Good Girl by @storiesofsvu (Grace Muncy x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Looking for more? Please check out my fic rec lists and writers rec lists (1, 2, 3). I do have some things to update like the Beau stories list, Alec, Russell, Jensen, Soldier Boy, Dean, etc (and I promise I will when I hopefully get more time this month) and I do have some more coming out, like for Law & Order: SVU, LOTR, etc.

In the meantime, if you’d like to peruse even more stories that are on my reading lists, please check out @biggerbearsreads and @tbbrebloglibrary (which will eventually take place of the 1st - tbbrl will be more organized by tags, etc) or you can check out @biggerbearficrecs.

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here to reblog:

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[poll-position]

Putting these in alphabetical instead of Top 12 order so not to skew the results.

[ajtal]

Mr Rapp, happy birthday!

I've been working on this for literal months. I wanted it to be perfect, because today is Anthony Rapp's 53rd birthday. Here's a collection of some of his most iconic or just some of my favourite characters of his.

He's an amazing actor, singer and overall just a really great person. So, so glad I got to meet him and so proud that he's my namesake<3

I love him so, so much.

Characters are:

Paul Stamets and Mirror Paul Stamets (Star Trek Discovery), Orpheus (Stray Gods) Tony (Dazed and Confused), Daryl (Adventures in Babysitting), the traveling salesman (Trouble), Mark Cohen (RENT)

[bked0n-lorazepam]

-Character Requests-

These are just some characters I will do from fandoms that I can think of, feel free to request any character though, even if they're not here!

I do Oneshots, Series, and SMAU's. If there's anything that you want, just ask!

*-Rules-*

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Enid Rhee, Michonne, Rosita, Simon, Abraham, Carol, Jesus "Paul", Shane, Sasha, Dwight, Beth

House MD:

Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman, "Thirteen"

CreepyPasta:

Jeff The Killer, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer, Hoodie, Masky, Liu, Sally

Slashers/Creepos:

Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, BeetleJuice

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Cat Adams, George Foyet

White Collar:

Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Alex Hunter, Diana Berrigan, Lauren Cruz, Clinton Jones

Hannibal NBC:

Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz, Freddie Lounds

Marvel Universe:

Loki Laufeyson, Mobius Mobius, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfied, and Tom Holland), MJ Watson, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Carol Danvers, Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula

IT (2017 and 2019):

Patrick Hockstetter, Henry Bowers, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Pennywise

Stranger Things:

Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler, Dr. Brenner, Argyle, Billy Hargrove

Once Upon a Time:

Rumplestiltskin, Emma Swan, Prince Charming, Snow White, Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Baelfire, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Belle, August/Pinocchio, Ruby/Red, Zelena

Good Omens:

Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton "Newt" Pulsifer, Beelzebub, Muriel

Avatar:

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Kiri (No smut), Lo'ak (No smut), Neteyam (No smut)

The Boys:

Homelander, Billy Butcher, Becca Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Mothers Milk, Queen Maeve, Starlight, A-Train, Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker, Kimiko "The Female", Ashley Barret, Ryan Butcher (No smut), Victoria Neuman, Soldier Boy

[dearabby1990]

Hello, I would like to make a request Daryl x reader After Rick left and Daryl felt guilty and went to live in the forest, the archer's relationship with the reader no longer worked out, so they didn't see each other again. Until all the problems with the whisperers arise, and they start working together again, anyway, I wanted to ask you to write that the reader gets a little grumpy because she's jealous of Connie and she can't say anything because she and Daryl are no longer boyfriends. and in the end they resolve themselves and come back

WE’ll DO THIS IN A 2 PARTER LOVE THE IDEA

Three months it’s been since he packed his things and told you not to bother following him. Three months since your world fell to pieces even more then it has outside these walls. The worst part was when you tracked him down to tell him you were pregnant you found him playing in a stream with a beautiful woman and a dog. You couldn’t bare the sight another second quietly making your way back home. When Carol had come into your room to see how things went she was not only met with the sight of you uncontrollably sobbing but the giant sized puddle of blood between your legs. Not only has your heart been broken but the stress of it all caused an early term miscarriage. Thank goodness for your girls they kept checking in on you and letting you know they’ll always be there especially Carol, Maggie and Rosita.

Slowly you notice Daryl around more especially around Connie watching him half ass sign to her as he smiles. Wonder how many other women he flirts with not that it’s your business anymore. He catches your eye but before anyone can get any ideas you’re off helping Maggie and Paul load up the horses as Aaron says goodbye to Gracie. Little did you know Daryl was coming too this left you frustrated so you kept your distance feeling his fierce blue eyes piercing the back of your head. Deciding it be best to stick by Rosita and Eugene as you know when you get to the checkpoint you’ll be splitting ways. As soon as the horses pull up to the tower Daryl and the rest of his group went one way while you Eugene and Rosita did your part everything seemed to go off without a hitch. That was until you spotted a hoard approach from the top of the tower as Eugene is slowly climbing underneath you. “Uh Eugene do you see what I see?!” He turned his head brows full of sweat “son of a biscuit we gotta get the hell outta here stat!” He starts clambering down then your bag falls just missing his head as it hits the ground scaring you both as you tumble down hitting the ground with a hard thud. Eugene’s bone sticking from his leg and your ankle is at the very least badly sprained. You see a nearby barn Rosita quickly getting you both inside finding a hiding spot at the top in a hidden compartment in the flooring telling you to stay put until she can get more backup. The both of you huddled together hearing something off into the distance you crawl from the small space much to Eugene’s protests “please be careful y/n” you army crawl to the front opening seeing the hoard circling like buzzards hunting for prey & that's when you hear it “they can’t be far…. Don’t let them get away…” you hear whispers your eyes bulging from your head maybe you have a concussion and you’re hearing things you shuffle back pulling Eugene forward “what the hell are ya doing y/n?” “Eugene shut the fuck up for a moment and listen” you help crawl forward with him listening intensely “they have to be around here somewhere…. We’ll circle around again… we must not let them escape” he looks at you as if he’s seen a ghost “did they just… did they just talk?!” You cover his mouth trying to keep him quiet as not to be found he starts to panic “they’re evolving… the dead are evolving” you both crawl back into the crawl space waiting for help to come minutes turn to hours and the sun begins to set as you both grow extremely tired. The silence enveloping you but then you hear the sound of multiple footsteps it throws you both into a panic trying your best to both stay quiet until you hear the sounds of your brother and Aaron “y/n Eugene you here?..” “hello guys?..” after a moment they hear it “affirmative we’re under here”. Paul slides over to said area swiping away the hay that lay atop the latch door opening it revealing you both Paul pulls you up first then Eugene assessing your injuries & that’s when you see Daryl off in the background ignoring him completely you and Eugene start explaining what it was you saw and heard everyone being convinced you were both delirious you snap “NO! You’re not fuckin listening dipshits these bastards are talking we heard them not to mention they been circling the area since Rosita left!” “That’s impossible” mumbles Daryl “don’t remember anyone askin you asshole so just stay quiet” you spit venom his way throwing him off “besides don’t you have better shit to do better yet better people to do” you limp right by him throwing your shoulder into his as Rosita and Paul help get you out of there seeing the hoard approach “wow look at them this is different they should be miles away by now” said Aaron so Rosita throws a road flare to distract them it working for the first two minutes before they notice the redirection of the hoard “what the fuck? We gotta get the hell out of here now!” You all band together getting outside making your way through brush and trees coming upon a cemetery. You see something moving through the thick fog.

You and Paul both squint to see you look at him and Aaron and break into action taking out walker after Walker. Next thing you know Michonne is at the front gate trying to pry it open to get Eugene out. You three taking out Walker after Walker you goto high five your brother and just as you start to celebrate you hear a voice say something “this is just the beginning” as a sword plunged its way through your brother and you blood curdling scream causing everyone to whip their heads Daryl running over taking out what of these things as left as the rest retreat. Your on your knees with Paul’s head in your lap sobbing “I’m sorry I’m sorry” you bury your face into his chest “it’s okay y/n just remember everything I taught you and all the beautiful moments we’ve had together” then he looks up at Daryl with all he can muster “you make it up to her you make it up to her and my niece or nephew that could’ve been stop running and face your fears” Daryl confused by this just stands there watching you crumble to pieces “no!! Paul no please don’t leave please!” Before you know it you’re being lifted up and thrown over someone’s shoulder as you protest the whole way out of there. Rosita has you go with Daryl and dog to take you back to the house in one piece halfway there you hear moaning and murmuring again Daryl lifts you onto a roof and climbs up himself resting his arm protectively over your back calling dog to get him to redirect the heard as he lights a string of fireworks tossing it to add to the theatrics. The hoard begins following the noise after the fireworks fizz out is when Daryl finally hears it for himself “they can’t be too far keep searching… we don’t stop until they’re all dead…” his eyes snap wide as he stares at you. “What now all of a sudden I’m not so crazy? Do me a favor take me home so you can go back to whatever it is that you do” he takes a deep breath rolling on his back on the roof “what did Paul mean when he was talking about his nephew or niece?” You scoffed “not you’re business not your problem anymore don’t worry about it kay?” You turn away from him “hey! Answer the damn question he had to have said it for a damn reason!” You snap your head at him “oh yeah captain dipshit?! Wanna know what he fuckin meant? He meant me being excited we were gonna be a family just to find you playing house in a stream with some fuckin gorgeous woman and dog so I fuckin left you there you obviously didn’t need me so I went home so God decided to punish me even more by taking the baby from me too you didn’t need us so you got what you wanted! Then you start coming around again and become Connie’s fuckin personal fuckin apocalypse tour guide just to rub it in so you know what I gotta say to that?! Fuck you fuck the bullshit you’ve ever said to me all those nights of confessions didn’t mean shit to you I wasn’t a damn thing to you except something to pass the fuckin time. I lost Carl my little fuckin brother and I lose you I lose my baby and now my brother I think if anybody is entitled to take the fuck off it’s me! Kiss my Irish ass Dixon!” Hours Later

You gobble away from him as fast as you could weaving between trees not giving a shit if you ran into something or someone at this point anyone stupid enough to fuck with you was asking for a death wish. The gates open solemnly everyone stares one thing you can’t stand is pitiful looks and that’s when you see it. As if Paul left it there just for you his motorbike sitting next to his trailer keys dangling from the ignition so without second thought you hop on the seat. As you get comfortable you notice Daryl step through the gates of the community hurrying you run into Paul’s trailer grabbing what gear you could stuff in your bag running back outside hopping back onto the seat seeing Daryl starting to sprint towards you as you start up the bike him waiving his arms like a madman but this didn’t stop you from speeding through the community kicking up rocks as you sped back out of the gates not wanting to look back.

[little-reader]

“The Son of A Monster.” Ch.4

Masterlist

Warnings; Death, blood, Slow-burn Sexual tension, Gay awakening (For both), Cursing, Negan is Readers dad, Enemies to lovers story. Fighting. Zombie apocalypse

You didn’t see Carl, Rick, Michonne, or Rosita for the rest of the day. Not that you minded, you needed to rest anyway. 

“Do you need anything?” You called from the shower. “Like from my dad or hilltop?”

Iris looked up from her book as you came in with just a towel. “Uh… Not that I know of. I’m sure I can just ask around, I don’t exactly know what I’m doing.” She huffed, looking back at the book. 

“Did you run out of anything? Food, meds… books?” You asked, She only shook her head...It was six p.m. and barely dark.

 You hugged her and rolled over. “I have to head to Hilltop tomorrow, Not to pick anything big up, but just talk to people, by myself of course,” you said. “Plus, I know Simon isn’t going to go easy on them, so I’ll just help them a bit, Simon can do the rest,”

You decided to stay there tonight. You cooked Iris breakfast in the morning while she stayed asleep. You left it on the nightstand and got dressed. 

You walked out into the sun and left to the gate, walking out, grabbed your bike, and left. You got there later than you would have liked, but by that point you didn’t care, all you need was to look around and get vitamins.

The doors to Gregory’s office opened. “Paul, Negan’s son is here to check out the place, he wants to talk to you.” 

“Fuck.” Paul said, looking at mostly Maggie, Sasha, and Daryl. “The three of you find a good place to hide, preferably alone and separate.” He said, ushering them out.

“Why Is he here?” Rick asked.

“He comes for the saviors, A dude named Simon helps him,” Gregory answered. “Your gonna get me killed.” He paused. “And my people of course.”

You waited outside, looking at the walls and the people around you. All of them working or walking around. The kids play small games with each other. The breeze was small, but it felt good. The doors opened to the museum… house? And Paul came out with a smile.

“Hey, come inside.” He said, holding the door open. You kept a stern look as you entered, thanking him. “So, I thought we had another week or two.” He said, turning to you. 

“Oh, that's not exactly why I’m here.” You said, with a small smile. You held out your hand. “Y/n Smith, I didn’t introduce myself last time.” You said. He shook your hand. 

“Paul.” He said that’s when Gregory came out. 

“Ah! The boss's kid,” He said, rapping his arm around you. “What can I help you with? Food? People? Or a drink?” He asked. You glared at the man. He was licking your shoes every chance he got. He was like a who wanted treats.

“No, You said, moving his arm off you and backing away. “I was here to talk to Paul, and look around.” You stated, tilting your head.

“Oh, you see, Paul isn’t the leader-” He laughed, staring at your glare. “And, you know I have more important things to do anyway, so Paul can show you everywhere… every room.” He said, looking over to Paul. He left, going into the room, that now doesn’t have that weird painting.

“Does he always bullshit?” You asked, Paul only nodded and walked you into the dining room, and to a small table. “I just need something small.” You said. Walking outside. 

“Anything.”

“I was just wondering if your doctor had vitamins?” You asked. He looked at you a little weirdly. “My wife’s pregnant, I just wanted to talk to him, or see if you knew.” Paul looked surprised. 

“Okay, yeah we have some.” He said, ushering you to follow him. “You look a little young to have a wife.” He said as you walked. 

You chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I told my dad. He didn’t take it too well. But I and Iris aren’t,” You waved your hands around a bit, and Paul nodded with a small smile. “She's not exactly my type either.” You said as you entered the trailer. 

You were given the bottle of vitamins and told when she should take them, and how much she should eat a day. You listened closely, nodded, and left. The place was quiet, small, and overall a great place to run.

“I would stay longer, But I have to go. It was nice you meet you.” You said, Holding your hand out. Paul shook it then Gregory.

“Uh, you too,” Gregory said, a slight shudder.

You started to leave before stopping. “Oh, and I almost forgot..” You paused, walking over to him and tilting your head, before smiling. “I wanna meet the people who came here earlier.”

Paul looked up from the ground and Gregory's eyes went wide. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” He exclaimed. You only laughed. 

“Yeah… I think you do.” You said, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it, “At first, I thought maybe your people regularly go out of the walls you have built. But, as I continued to look around, I realized you have almost an enclosed community. Paul is certainly the only one who goes out, and Gregory… well you're just a pussy. So! Who’s tracks were outside?” 

Paul walked down the hall with the group, Maggie, Sasha, and Daryl was still hidden. “Gregory-” Rick started as the door opened. He paused as he came more into the room and the door closed. 

You sat in Gregory’s chair, with a glass of liquor in your hand and not a single bit of happiness in your features. You sighed and waved to the chairs. Rick sat down and the others stood. 

“Before I start scolding you like a pregnant teen, I need you to understand something.” You said, passing him a drink and leaning forward. “1. I am absolutely scared of you and your girlfriend or whatever you guys are, your son too.” You said, keeping eye contact with him. He gave a confused look. “But I’m more afraid of my father. And If he finds out I’m here talking to you guys and not at Alexandria, he’ll break my shit up.” You stated. ��So this, this never happened.”

“I-” Rick paused and nodded. ‘We were just making deals, okay?” He said.

“Deals are fine, but I’m supposed to be watching you all.” You said, tilting your head. “Mostly your son.” You said. “Next time you go out, and Carls with you, I’m going.” You started and stood. You had a lot of time to think when you realized they were hiding here, and you weren’t stupid. 

You decided not to say anything and left, waving them off.

When you returned, Iris was outside and sitting in a chair on the porch. You shook the bottle as you reached her spot. “Got you these.” You said. She smiled and grabbed them. “Also, everything you need to know. I asked Everything.” You said, handing her the sheet of paper. 

She smiled at you and thanked you. ‘It’s late, let's get to bed.”

–Carls POV–

The group went to the kingdom after the whole ordeal with you and Gregory. Although Carl didn’t do any talking, he sat and watched. He knew that the “King” Was contemplating whether or not he should have his people conspire with them and Hilltop.

Carl looked out the window and into the town. It was almost night and the sun was starting to set. Ezekiel had invited them to say the night so they wouldn’t be engulfed in the night by the time they got back. Y/n was gonna be pissed, he was supposed to watch him but had to wait another day.

Carl sighed as he heard the group talking through the wall.  He took off his hat and boots, along with his flannel, and hung them up. There was something Carl couldn’t scratch off of him. The look in your eye when you caught them.

And no, not the pissed-off look you gave. But something deeper. Your face showed clear signs that you were angry but your eyes gave… impressed? Or expected, like he knew you all were going to do something to fight for yourself. 

Carl sighed and rolled into bed, staring at the wall as he drifted into thought. 

Carls's eyes opened slowly. He was in a field, one so bright he had to cover his eyes, and with birds flying above him. He sat up, feeling the top of his head, there was no hat, just his hair, which was short than how he had it now. He blinked, then turned. “Papa!” A small voice called. Carl looked over to see... You holding a child and spinning him around. You both were laughing and screaming. You looked slightly older, taller, and broader.  

Carl was pushed slightly as small arms wrapped around him in a hug. “Daddy! Home.” The smaller child whined. The kid climbed into his lap as he watched the wind blow the overgrown leaves. 

“Hey.” A deep voice appeared beside him as you walked over, the other child in your arms. You bent down and grabbed his chin, kissing him.

Carl opened his eyes. The window let the light pour onto his face. He breathed in and out before sitting up and touching his lips before wiping them and standing up.

 A knock came on the door. “Get ready, Carl. We're about to leave.” Michonne called through the door. Carl sighed and grabbed his things, putting his shoes and flannel on and grabbing his hat from the table. He left out into the hall and greeted the others. 

“We got to get home soon,” Rick said as they headed out to the gate.

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You looked at the time. It was now noon and they still weren’t back. You sighed and left to the kitchen, going through the pantry, looking for food to eat. You settled on ravioli. When you would make it, You could smell it from a mile away. Your mother taught you how to make it homemade. 

You took out the supplies, but that's when they showed up, you looked out the window to see the gates open and then trucks roll in. You sighed and started to put everything up, hoping your dad didn’t show up. 

You walked to the house your wife stayed in and where they kept the food. You knocked on the  garage door as you walked closer to Simon. You already told the people not to go into Iris’s room. 

“Hey, Y/n!” Simion said, looking over at you with a smile. “Just visiting.” He said with a wink.

“Hey, Simon.” You said back, looking at the others. “It’s not stock-up day, why are you doing here?” You asked. 

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Simon asked, you looked around, noticing how empty the shelves were.“Daryl got out, the same day Carl busted your ass.” Ignoring the last comment, you sharply looked at Rick, making eye contact. Rosita looked at you and Rick. 

“Hm, that's funny.” You said, looking back at Simon and smiling. “Well, I’ve got a little cooking to do.” You said. “I’ll be going, tell dad I said Hi,”  You turned around and 

“Ah ah, not so fast,” he said, holding out a radio. “Your daddy wants to know how his little girl is doing,” He said in a mocking tone. You rolled your eyes, giving a quick “Shut the fuck up” Before leaving upstairs.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes before pressing the button to voice. “Dad, you there?” You asked, sitting on the counter in the kitchen. There was a slight pause before someone started speaking. 

“This is D, who is this?” The other line cut off. 

“Y/n, dumbass. Why the fuck would I say, Dad?” You replied. It took about thirty seconds before you got a reply back.

“Y/n. Finally, what took so long?” Your dad asked. “I told you, I need you to check in with me every few days.”

“It hasn’t been a few days.” You said. “That's not the point. Everything running smoothly. Is this about Daryl?” You questioned, your eyes looking around the room.

You kept conversating back and forth. Giving him a few details about everything and how you were doing before Simon came to get his radio back. “Bye kid… and Do not disappoint me,” Negan said before you handed the radio back. 

“You heard the man,” Simon Said as you lead him out. As the trucks pulled out, and the gates shut, you turned to Rick. 

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you better fucking find out who did that shit.” You said, turning to leave. You stopped and walked over to Carl, grabbing his arm, and dragging him with you. “And I have TO WATCH HIM YOU KNOW!” You yelled at them. “It’s MY JOB!”

Carl pulled back by the time you reached Aaron's house. “What the hell,” Carl muttered and you turned to him.

“Yeah, keep what the hell-ing me.” You started to walk again, ushering him to follow. “I told you guys, I have to watch you. If my dad, shit, even if Simon finds out, I’m fucked.” You said, walking up the stairs of the grimes house.

“What’s he gonna do, take your baseball bat and throw it off a cliff.” He said, sarcastically. 

“You should be a comedian.” You blankly stated as you entered the kitchen. You both were quiet while you got the things out of the pantry and laid everything out. 

“What are you making?” Carl asked, looking over from the counter. You looked over with a hum. “Ravioli.” You said simply. “With cheese inside.”

“Why is your family so obsessed with a noodle of some kind?” He asked, sitting back in his chair. You sighed and continued to ignore him as you started to make the dough. You're glad that your dad gave you eggs and oil before leaving, plus a jar of pesto sauce. “If you're just gonna cook for the next hour, I’m gonna go.”

You turned and pushed him back in his seat, softly, before turning back. “Two hours actually, depending on how annoying your gonna be.” You said as you started whisking the dough. Carl only huffed and shuffled. “And you're not leaving, that's what you get for leaving for almost two days. My job to know where you are.” You mumbled the last part. You paused in thought, before turning around and wiping your hands. “You can help me. Wash your hands.”

“What-” You cut him off, “Wash your hands, your helping.” You said, taking his hat off as you walked by and threw it in the hallway. Carl rolled his eyes and grabbed the soap. 

You grabbed a bowl and pan, and oil before turning on the stove. “Okay, what now?” Carl asked, coming beside you. You grabbed an apron and threw it on him. 

“You're gonna finish assembling the dough, I’m doing the sauce.” You said,  pouring the olive oil into the pan. “Start by whisking it in the middle as I did before.” 

Carl started to do circles as you added crushed garlic and pesto sauce into the pan. Then you grabbed the bowl and placed it next to Carl. “That's for the cheese, but we’ll have to do that later.” You said, mixing the pesto and garlic. 

Carl looked at you. “How do you know how to make all of this? You don’t even have a cookbook.” He asked, looking at you sideways as he started again.

You tapped your head. “I remember how to make it. I used to make it all the time, even after this shit happened I… I made it for my mom when she was sick.” You said. You stared at the pan and sat the wooden spoon down. You then started to pour the heavy cream in. 

“Did she get bit?” He asked after a few quiet seconds. You shook your head and just continued to stir until you let it sit and pushed back. You looked over at Carl and then at the dough, it was barely done. 

“Jesus.“ You mumbled and came behind him, reaching over him and moving his hands for him. “Like that, not the petty ass way you were just doing it.” He scoffed and you could feel the eye roll. You kept behind him, with your hands right beside his and you pointing out a few mistakes. You reached over to the pan on the stove and turned it off, moving the pan to another burner.

“And then curve it to the middle?” Carl asked, turning to look at you. His head almost collided when turning to look up at you. You looked into his eyes with a slight smirk. You nodded, taking your hands off of him and moving to the sauce, moving it back to the hot burner and adding cheese to it. 

“After you finish with the dough, wrap it up and put it in the fridge. Then, we can make the cheese that goes inside it.” You said, stirring the sauce around. He nodded and started rolling the dough, making it into a sphere and looking through the cabinets for plastic wrap. He wrapped the dough in the plastic and put it in the fridge as you set a timer for an hour and left the sauce in a container to sit.

“I should have made that sauce later.” You started to clean up. Carl swept the small mess of flour on the floor while you re-sanitized the counters. It was silent the whole time, which made you anxious. You threw away the trash and placed the cloth down, sighing and turning around, watching him sweep slowly.

Carl dumped the flour out of the dustpan and into the trash before laying the broom in the closet. Carl turned around with a raised eyebrow, “What?”

“What ya’ wanna do for the next forty minutes.”

You had a timer in your pocket as you climbed the walls and started walking into the forest. Carl was walking a fair distance behind you as you took the lead. “Where are we going?” He called from his spot as he looked around. 

You turned, walking backward. “I’m not telling you, come on.” You said, turning back and walking on. You stopped and waited for Carl to hurry up. When he finally reached you, you pulled your hands up above your head. “Welcome! To my hangout zone, we're gonna drop a few things off and come back after the food is done. It takes a while to get down here.” You said, going inside. It was logged cabin, it was still unfinished but it worked. It is two stories, has three bedrooms and two bath, and is completely solar-powered but has no water. “I found this place before we met your people, and I like to come here and hang out or get away from everyone.” You said, turning the lights on. “There's room for anything you could want in the world we have now. A garden, a life.” You sighed. “Except water, But I’m sure I can find out how to do that.” 

“Damn,” Carl said, looking around and sitting on the couch. “This is nice and quiet.” He said, watching as you dig through your bag and set a few things down. 

“Yeah, I’ve also slept here before. I covered all the windows so no one can see the light.” You stated, pointing to the windows. You looked at your timer, you had just enough time to get back. “Okay, let’s get our asses back home.” You said. “We can come back soon.”

You both walked outside as you turned off the light and closed the door. You walked behind him, again, at a distance. You also knew he probably didn’t like you much. “You don’t have to walk so far Carl, you or I could get jumped any minute.” You said as he looked back at you with that stupid stare. “Hey, I’m just saying.” You said, putting your hands up in the air and looking off to the side. 

You stayed like that for a while, well not that long but it felt like an eternity. You huffed and jogged beside him. You bumped his shoulder. “Don’t be an ass.” You said, looking at your feet as you walked. “I get your father hates mine, and my dad killed your friends, but you get that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?” You asked. “Plus, I’m only like a year older than you, and we’ve got similar heights, I’m just taller.” You said. 

Carl hummed and bumped your shoulder harder. “Sure.” He said, looking you in the eye as your smile widened. 

“Well that's final, we are now officially friends!” You said, doing jazz hands.

“I didn’t say that,” Carl said with an eyebrow raised.

“Too bad.” You replied with a smirk. “You signed a contract with the devil ever since you pointed that gun at my men, which was a badass move.”

Chapter 5

[lucy4242564]

We ✨love✨ explicit content, so please take this truck fuck as my token of explicitness

.cowboy like me.

Chapter 3.

Pining and desperately waiting.

~Our secret moments in a crowded room, They got no idea about me and you~

She couldn’t stop herself from sneaking glances whenever she could. Especially when she noticed him doing the exact same thing. It almost bugged her.

He wasn’t even being smooth with it. She could feel his gaze and there was a burning desire to talk to him. The only thing stopping her was her stubbornness.

To say a headache was all she felt the next morning was an understatement. She had never been so mortified in her life.

 

Her cheeks burned as she recalled the pervious nights events. She shuddered while she washed the dirt off her knees, thinking of letting him carry her to her bed. It almost slipped her mind that Brittany was probably home and waiting to interrogate her. There was no way to avoid it so she might as well get that over with.

 

Getting up from the bed, Lilah started towards the living room. Sure enough, there Brittany sat. Crossed-legged on the red couch, coffee mug in one hand and a television remote in the other. A grin was plastered on her face as she looked at her friend in the hallway.

 

“I’m not gonna lie, out of all the guys there, I wasn’t expecting Daryl to be the one you liked.” She teased.

 

“Girl,” Lilah started, making her way over to the couch. “I am never going to leave this apartment again.” Recalling all of the previous night’s events, the duo exchanged stories of everything going through their heads in the past 24 hours, neither leaving out any details.

 

“I don’t know what has me more shocked,” Brittany said as their conversation began to die down, “you offering several times to show him your boobs, or him turning you down.”

 

Lilah’s cheeks were on fire. “I feel so bad! He probably thinks I’m crazy.”

 

“He told you show them to him when you’re sober! You have to see him again!”

 

“Absolutely not.” The blonde shook her rapidly. “I will go out of my way to not see him again.”

 

Brittany rolled her eyes. She knew her best friend’s internal struggles, but also knew that when she relaxed she treated herself better. “Lyle.” Brittany began. “You’re here to enjoy summer and get more comfortable with things before college.” She reasoned.

 

“I know!” A groan filled the room. “I can still do that without throwing myself at random men.”

 

“I’m not saying that.” Brittany defended. “I’m just saying, whenever you let yourself do things without overthinking it all, good things happen.”

 

“B, this is all new to me okay?” Lilah sighed.

 

“Look, just try to give yourself freedom. Try to let yourself do things without thinking on it so hard.” It was what she needed for just a little while.

 

 

A week and a half had passed since their conversation and Lilah had taken her friend’s advice. She stepped out of her comfort zone and she hated how right Brittany was. Just exploring things independently had improved her mental state.

 

That didn’t mean she wasn’t still being hauled almost anywhere Brittany went. How else would she have ended up back at the very creek she made her first impulsive decision? Fortunately for her, it was a lot more casual this time. Paul wanted to have a small fire after he got off work and that’s exactly what was happening.

 

The two girls had been running behind, but when Lilah saw the blue truck that she was all too familiar with, she wished they hadn’t come at all. Brushing aside her embarrassment, she did exactly what she said she’d do. Avoided Daryl Dixon.

 

Kind of.

 

She couldn’t help herself but sneak glances whenever she could. Especially when she noticed him doing the exact same thing. It almost bugged her. He wasn’t even being smooth with it. She could feel his gaze and there was a burning desire to talk to him. The only thing stopping her was her stubbornness.

 

  

“D’ya’ll grab the hamburger meat?” Lilah heard Paul ask.

 

Nope.

 

Lilah stood listening to the couple argue about whether or not he’d even said anything about hamburger meat. She wasn’t too focused on their conversation though. Because for the past hour she’d given in to her thoughts and quite obviously started eye-fucking the man she swore off.

 

At this point it was almost a game. They both knew exactly what the other was doing. Even catching each other a few times.

 

Lilah tried her best to keep her emotions in check, longing for the time to pass by so she could go home and take care of the growing wetness between her legs. She wanted desperately to pretend like she didn’t know why her body was reacting the way that it was and that she wanted nothing more than for it to stop. Then she’d steal another look at him and become enamored.

 

She yearned to know exactly what he was thinking when he devoured her body with his eyes. The temptation of approaching him just hadn’t boiled enough yet.

 

Lilah needed an excuse.

 

“I’ll go grab some, I need more smokes.”

 

There it was.

 

Lilah enthusiastically shot up and prayed nobody had noticed the pep in her step. “I can come. I ran out of face wash last night and can just get it now.” She lied. It was kind of a pathetic one too.

 

Daryl eyed her in suspicion.

 

“Shouldn’t have to, because I didn’t forget.” Brittany responded, emphasizing the point that she didn’t forget anything.

 

Paul just rolled his eyes and nodded a thanks in the other man’s direction.

 

For the first time tonight, Lilah felt awkward. The last time she followed Daryl to his truck it was in a drunken haze. This time- well she actually didn’t have a game plan.

 

Just doing what feels right.

 

Even though this was exactly what she wanted to do, there were still butterflies in the bottom of her stomach when she slid into the passenger side. Nervousness always got the best of her. Now she was in a still of silence as the truck drove down the dirt road.

 

She wanted to ask him what he was thinking. To know whether she was reading his eyes wrong. She knew she wasn’t, but what if she was?

 

Maybe she was alone in wandering how she would feel on top of him. Only in her mind had his lips grazed her neck and if she kept her mouth shut it could stay that way. Her thoughts of him could remain unscathed if she didn’t test the waters.

 

Taking a chance, her eyes drifted over to him and traced up his body. His left hand was steering while his right remained on the gear shift. It was embarrassing how hot she thought he looked like that. It could have just been how turned on she was though. Internally shaking her head she focused on the road and wondered how long she’d actually been lost in thought. They were already in a familiar spot and she knew it took about 15 minutes to get there.

 

She was really losing it.

 

 

Daryl had split off on his own when they got to the store, telling her to just ‘meet him at the truck’. So she wandered down the cosmetic aisle and grabbed an extra face wash. She couldn’t exactly come out empty handed.

 

The thought of being questioned made her blush. It would reveal that she truly had no real reason to be there, which would only raise more questions. She wished she could turn her internal monologue off sometimes. It caused her more issues than favors

 

A quick swipe of a credit card and she was waiting back at the truck. She wasn’t sure why she expected Daryl to beat her here, she was only getting one thing after all. Standing alone in a new town, leaning against an almost strangers truck, had her wondering what she was even doing.

 

Lilah looked to the sky and all of her thoughts paused.

 

It was littered with twinkling stars. A rare occasion where she came from; Her night sky was blocked with city lights. “What you lookin’ at girl?” The thick accent of the man who Lilah had been infatuated with all night asked. She looked over and found him staring at the sky with squinted eyes. The sight made her smile.

 

“The stars.”

 

He turned his attention to her face but she was gazing back to the stars. “They ain’t goin’ no where.” He said before setting the grocery bags in the ice chest in the back of his truck.

 

She scoffed before getting into the passenger seat. It didn’t go unnoticed by him though.

 

Without the night sky distracting her, she began drifting into her thoughts again. What was she doing? She wondered to herself, thinking back on her own thoughts earlier. She’d come all the way out here for absolutely no reason. Just to look at Daryl Dixon up close. It was pathetic. Lilah told herself back at the creek she was going to talk to him, but that fear of rejection gnawed in the back of her mind. Then again, she’d practically given him every opportunity to turn her advances down and he never did.

 

Eyeing him, a little more obviously now, she admired how relaxed he seemed. Even when he was so clearly taking her clothes off with his eyes, he looked so unbothered. Like he had the answers to all of his problems. It wasn’t like she was hiding how much she’d been doing the same to him though. He didn’t have a problem to solve.

 

Neither did she.

 

When the realization hit her, things made more sense. She wasn’t the only one fixating on someone’s body. She was just the only one worried about it.

 

She was always the only one worried about everything.

 

Lilah felt her heartbeat increase when the truck hit a dirt road and she decided to take a leap. “Hey,” she started, her heart pounding, “can you pull over just really quick?” He looked at her in confusion. “Please.” She added.

 

“We’re almost back-“

 

“Please.” She said again, cutting him off. If she waited too long she’d just chicken out.

 

He didn’t say anything, but he pulled to the side of the road, hardly taking his eyes off of her. Her eyes darted around the area, anxiety beginning to get the best of her. She pushed it down though.

 

Not everything had to be overthought.

 

Thickly swallowing her nerves, she angled her body to face him and began taking her shirt off. By the time she had it off she saw a reaction she hadn’t seen on his face before.

 

Shock?

 

She ignored it.

 

“What’re you doin’?” It was his turn to glance around their surroundings.

 

“You told me to ask again when I was sober.” Her hands were already reaching behind to unclasp her bra. “I’m sober.”

 

His lips parted when her chest was exposed and now he was looking everywhere but below her shoulders.“You ain’t gotta-“ he looked for words.

 

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” She said finally making eye contact with his. “But I’ll stop taking my clothes off if you ask me to.” She searched orbs of blue, looking for any sign of hesitation before she started shimming off her shorts.

 

“Yer crazy.” He said, but his hands began undoing his pants.

 

A smirk played on her lips.

 

 

There weren’t words in Lilah’s vocabulary to describe Daryl’s lips on her collarbone. They were everything but harsh, still she was convinced he was leaving marks with how much time he’d spent there.

 

She was too distracted by how good her center felt grinding down on him to care. It was everything and so much more than she imagined, being on top of him. She played with the bottom of his shirt but he lightly swatted her hands away before placing his hands below her shoulders and leaning her back. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but the way he looked at her right now, comfort was far from her mind.

 

Lilah’s forehead hovered below the windshield, her middle back partially pressed against the glovebox and Daryl’s hands, her entire body nearly on display for him.

 

An embarrassing gasp came from her mouth when lips attached to her bare nipple and fingers pried at the other one. Her body was responding beyond her control, hips grinding harder onto his searching for some kind of relief. Relief she’d wanted all night long. The absence of heat on them, her nipples almost hurt when lips began trailing as far down Lilah’s body as they could go in their current position.

 

“Daryl.” She sighed out, hoping he’d realize how needy she becoming.

 

He continued to suck lightly on skin as he made his way back up her body until he got to her lips. That’s when he noticed how glazed over her blue eyes were, before attaching his lips to hers almost in desperation. Her fingers danced along his shoulders and down his arms.

 

Fuck. His arms.

 

They weren’t exactly muscular, but they were defined. Defined enough for her to appreciate them in their own light. She lingered there, squeezing his biceps before he let out a sweet laugh into her mouth.

 

The moment had caused them pull back and look at each other again. Light blue finding dark blue.

 

Lilah had been so entranced by him that she hadn’t paid much attention to his hand moving between the small space of their bodies, but her back arched into him when his fingers swiped her panties to the side.

 

“So fuckin’ wet.” He murmured, mouth finding her jawline. They dwindled around her folds, never venturing further. Teasing her.

 

She whined.

 

The more she would seek out friction, the more he’d tease by sliding his finger along her slit but never giving her full satisfaction. She craved everything he was denying her.

 

His mouth found her nipple again and she let out a moan mixed with a sigh. She ducked her head into the crook of his neck, darting her tongue out to encircle the sensitive area. He sucked in a moan at the same time Lilah let another one out.

 

The fingers that had been teasing her entrance finally broke through and her hips immediately rocked into the feeling. After longing for a sense of relief for hours, she’d finally gotten a taste of some. His hand worked her, arousal coating his fingers and soaking through his boxers. She rode his fingers while ecstasy built higher in her lower stomach. 

 

“Daryl,” Lilah gasped, pleasure taking over. As much as she tried moving her hips some more, Daryl nearly stilled her motions. Her head shot back up when she realized he was slowing his own movements. When their eyes met again, there was an almost primal look in his. A whine escaped her lips when he removed his hand from underneath her.

 

“Yer so damn needy.”

 

Something warm touched the lower part of her stomach and when she glanced down to find him stroking himself, she nearly came undone.

 

“Will you just fuck me already?” Lilah blurted.

 

That was all it took for her hips to be quickly lifted and impaled onto his cock. She cried out as she felt her walls squeeze around his length, adjusting to the abrupt intrusion. 

 

Even though she had been on top of him, she’d all but surrendered into his control. Thrusting up into her at a pace she was almost bouncing on him by no choice of her own. She wasn’t complaining though.

 

“So damn needy.” He said again, this time punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, causing her head to fall into his neck again.

 

It hadn’t been there long before he’d shrugged her off, grabbing her by the chin and forcing eye contact.

 

“Thought ya what’n’t that big of a whore?” He mocked her.

 

If she wasn’t being fucked beyond her own thoughts, she had the mind to actually argue with him. Instead she just gave him a dazy smile before retorting, “You’re talking a lot right now for someone that doesn’t have much to say.” She mocked back.

 

A sly smirk appeared on his lips while he kept thrusting into her. “The way you’re acting, don’t seem to bother you none.”

 

Lilah wanted to laugh so bad right now, but she was chasing a high and she was so close. “Doesn’t bother me even when you aren’t fucking me.” She nearly cried out. He was so deep inside her. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt that full before.

 

“That right?” How the hell was he talking so casually right now?

 

“It’s the accent.”

 

There it was. The torrid nerves that he’d been pounding against relentlessly were almost bursting.

 

His pace quickened brutally after that. Each time she was lifted, his hips were meeting him halfway. Her walls squeezed around him and she heard a low growl somewhere between the time she saw stars and the time she felt a sticky warmth between their bodies.

 

They stayed like that for a few moments.

 

Both catching their breath and recalling the last several minutes of their lives. She felt a hand that was previously on her hip begin to trace up her back, causing her to shiver. When it came to a halt on the side of her neck, she tilted her head to look at the man underneath her.

 

His blue eyes glossed over made them look even more like an ocean than they already did. Waves crashing into his pupils like rocks.

 

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” She didn’t mean to say it out loud, but she did. She did and she found comfort in his after-sex high of a smile. This may have been the calmest she’d felt in a long time, that still didn’t stop her mind from running wild. “And I’m not that big of a whore.” Lilah mentioned with a slight arch to her eyebrows.

 

“Nah, yer too jumpy.” He commented. She hesitated to respond, confused by his words. “Whores don’t think themselves ta death.”

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked. He’d reached his hand out to open the glovebox and pulled out a pack of cigarettes with just one left in the box before digging in his pockets that sat next to them for a lighter.

 

“Ya been ogling me from the time ya walked up earlier,” he paused to light his cigarette. “Ya made a lousy excuse ta ride with me, sat there the whole time not sayin’ nothin’, and when I catch ya relaxed lookin’ at the stars ya went right back to silence.” Daryl took a drag and offered it to Lilah. She shook her head in response, so he continued. “The other night y’as a lot more talkative and didn’t have no problem lettin’ me know how ya felt.” another drag. “I’as almost convinced ya really was just a drunk girl that night til ya asked me ta pull over. Ya had somethin’a say, just didn’t count on you gettin’ naked.” Lilah swallowed hardly. She couldn’t have been that easy to read. “And now yer thinkin’ too hard about it.” He added, noticing her focus changing.

 

“I’m not that obvious.” She bit out.

 

It confused her. Why was she mad? All he’d done was tell her almost exactly what was going on in her mind.

 

“Ain’t personal.” Daryl noticed the change. “Takes one ta know one.”

 

Her face softened. He was comforting her she realized. It was an unnecessary kindness that she appreciated.

 

“They probably think we’re dead.” Lilah smiled as she scooted off his lap.

Chapter 4.