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shhh-secret-time · 10 months ago

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Another request from A03! I am so very sorry this one took so long I actually had to start this one over a few times because I actually lost a big chunk of it when I first started writing it! Nothing takes the wind out of my sails faster.

Warning: NSFW, Dom!Stan, Sub!Reader, Dirty Talk, Enemies to Lovers, Writer doesn't know shit about college or sports ball, Slight Voyeurism, Strong Language, Stan might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader

Notes: Hey uh welcome to this week's episode of, "Writer don't know how to write conflict to save her life!" I'm very bad at coming up with a reason to fight people, it's not in my nature so I'm sorry if it seems forced!

You hated Stan Marsh

You hated him and most of the football players at your university. Them and their spotlight hogging, annoying, disgusting, sweaty, irritating habits! You and your girls bust your ass off at every practice, sports game, and pep rally South Park University places on your teams’ shoulders, and what do you get for it?

To hear things like, "Oooooh did you see how Cartman played center?" or "Clyde is so hot when he takes his helmet off and has that messy hair!" even, "Kyle plays football AND basketball with perfect grades? Why is he soooo perfect!"

But the one that got under your skin the most was Stanely fucking Marsh, the star quarterback. The man walks around the school with his little crowd of admirers everywhere he went, and for what? Just because he throws a stupid ball around and can run quick? Fuck him.

Your girls put in twice the work they do; you've been to every one of their games. You had to. Your group had to coordinate with the football players, the basketball players, the volleyball team, the hockey team, hell you even had to coordinate with the wrestling team. It was exhausting trying to keep up with it all.

And what did your cheer squad get? Perverted remarks and dismissive attitudes! The final straw was when the Cows mascot got more respect than your group did. You brought your complaints up to the school's councilor, to the headmaster, to anyone who would listen.

Word travels fast around the small town of South Park, people dating and breaking up. Who cheated on who, who's throwing the best parties, who threw up in who's car. Shit like that. Not much changes from high school to college, just a lot less sneaking around and more energy drinks and pain meds. So of course, when your complaints got to the one and only Stan Marsh, he confronted you about it.

"Hey! Hey wait up!" His voice rings out past the busy sounds of other students trying to get to their classes. "You're the captain of the cheer squad, right?" He all but corners you while you're walking with your friends, he doesn't have his little squad of goons following him around.

"Are you serious?" How could he not know who you are?! You've only been to every one of his stupid games! Only been sitting on the sidelines of every practice! "Yes! I am! What do you want?!"

Stan flinched back at the venom in your voice but that didn't stop him from shooting you a look. "Uh...did I do something wrong? I heard from one of the guys that you're not exactly...happy and I was just trying to figure out what we did."

"What you did. What did he do girls? Can anyone answer Mr. Marsh's question~?" The tone in your voice did not match the smile on your face. It sounded chipper but anyone listening could tell it was fake.

Your little group always had your back, most of them felt the same way you did. If anything, it just amplified that anger, knowing your girls were feeling underappreciated. It was your job as the captain to protect your girls, but every time you brought it up to them, they seemed to shy away from saying anything.

"Well, geez Stan, you gotta admit your team's been kinda hoggin' the spotlight. You know what I'm tryin' ta say don't ya?" It wasn't just your girls you had to protect; it was your sweet little angel Butters too. Although you guys called him by his first name when cheering with him, he was Leo to you. And right now, Leo was trying to bridge the gap between you and your rival.

"Veeery good Leo! That's right, Stan and his team don't seem to give a shit how hard we work to cheer his team on! The whole school would rather worship the ground their star quarterback walks on!"

"The school doesn't worship the ground I walk on! You can't pin this on me!" Stan shot back trying to defend himself, it was hard not to feel attacked even though you were the only one glaring at him.

A part of you knew that he was right, it really wasn't his fault that small towns in America went crazy for football.

"W-we're not pinnin' anything on ya! Just sayin' maybe, it wouldn't hurt to tell the guys to show us a little bit more respect! You know Eric's been pickin' on me ever since I joined the girls, sayin' some awfully mean things."

"Leo is right! You may not have a hand in the way people think but that's just the problem, you don't do anything to stop it! If you were really the captain of your little team you'd step up!" You took a step towards him, your face getting inches away from his face.

Ignoring the fact that you had to look up at him, you wouldn't let him leave without getting your point across. His eyes narrowed down at you, matching the energy you were giving out to him. Butters looked between the both of you with a nervous look, he could practically see the electricity bouncing between your eyes. The poor blond didn't mean to start a fight, he was just trying to help.

"If you had a problem with my team, you should have come to me then. Why did I have to find out from other people?" Stan's voice dipped to a low growl which almost made you give one in return.

"I shouldn't have had to go to anyone in the first place Marsh! Get your team under control or else!" You felt your face turn red; it was getting harder to argue with him when those ocean blue eyes were burning into yours.

That was new. Just going to lock that in your vault of things to not think about again.

Thankfully Butters finally stepped in, physically putting his body between the both of you. "C-come on now guys let’s all just calm down. We both said our peace and now we can work it out, right? Next time we practice we can be on the same page!"

"Sure Butters." Stan clicked his tongue as he looked at his friend, but that didn't stop him from getting one last jab in. "You better hope you don't slip up princess, because if you do. I'll be there and I'll be quick to remind you of your shortcomings." And with that he turned on his heel and started walking down the hallways.

"Princess?! Excuse me?!"

"Oh geez..."

Stan slammed his locker with a little more force than he should have, the rusty door screamed out and bounced back open. With an annoyed groan he pushed back on the metal with a little less force, but the damage was already done, the door was now on its last leg and would most likely not shut right. Just more fuel to the fire.

"Whoa dude what did that poor locker do to you? Don't you think it's been through enough." Kenny looked over from his locker with a little smirk.

One of the few times Kenny was without his parka, a towel wrapped around his waist and his bright blond hair clung to his skin. Stan could smell the smell of fresh soap and hints of pine in the air. He sighed in response to Kenny's teasing, clearly not in the mood for his friend's antics.

"Not now man, I don't have the energy." Stan grabbed his jacket and pulled it up onto his torso.

"Ah that's not good, wanna tell your old pal Kenny? I won't even charge ya, come on what's going on."

Stan pressed his lips together and he tried to focus on zipping up the worn-out brown coat he always wore, the zipper struggled to hold together. He cursed under his breath a few times before the thing finally zipped all the way up. For a moment Stan thought about not saying anything, but Kenny was never the type to judge or the type to let things go if he knew something was bothering his friends.

"You know the captain of the cheerleaders?"

"The really hot one?"

"Kenny!" Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, something he picked up from his mother when they were both aggravated, "That's not the point."

"Says you. She's a baddy for real. Take no shit kinda woman~! The feisty ones are the ones that bite the hardest. You got your work cut out for you if you're trying to shoot your shot. I heard she turned down everyone else on the team!"

"Dude! I'm not gonna ask her out!"

"You're not? Then why'd you bring her up? Is this about the fight you guys had in the hall?"

Stan stopped and looked up at him in shock. "You heard about that already?"

"Oh yeah, you guys's are the talk of the school. Everyone thinks you guys had a little lovers spat. I had to hear the whole story from Leo!" Kenny chuckled as he grabbed started getting changed, pulling the patchy orange pants up his legs.

"Even you're calling him Leo now..." Stan muttered but quickly shook his head, "but that's not what I was going to say! I was going to...talk about that but if you already know."

"Yeah, I don't really know what that's all about but Leo kinda spelled it out for me. She's not mad at you per say just mad at the position you're in. A jealousy thing maybe but honestly, I think she's just tired of taking the back seat so to speak."

"What am I supposed to do about that? It's not my fault!" Stan threw his hands up the irritation on face made Kenny laugh again.

"I didn't say it was dude. I'm just telling you what I think, but man, she really got under your skin." Kenny smirks over at him with a playful purr.

"No, she didn't! I don't even care."

"Yep, that totally looks like the face that doesn't care~" Kenny pulled his zipper up and adjusted the collar as he spoke. "Look, let’s pretend for a second you do care. If I were you, I'd just talk to her. Ask her what you can do to make things right, because I'll be honest man, she's the last person you wanna make an enemy of. She'll make your life hell." Kenny finished making his point by wrapping his arm around Stan's neck and pulling him in for a side hug. "Besides, it's not like you have to work close with her, just work around her."

"Yeah..."

But of course, it could never be that simple, could it? Every time Stan tried to catch you to talk to you something got in his way. Monday you were busy with your classes zipping around the hall, Stan could barely get a word in. Tuesday you had to help Butters with his outfit so of course you didn't have time for him. Wednesday was the big pep rally for Friday's game, so that meant Thursday was for practice.

Thursday was hell. Stan was supposed to be focused on getting his team ready for the game. They were practicing dodging other players and passing the ball across the field. Stan was supposed to be working on his throw, he needed the ball to go further than normal. Kyle was getting faster at running and if Stan fell behind their whole strategy would be thrown out the window.

But of course, you couldn't make it easy. It was getting harder and harder to focus on what he needed to do when you were being tossed in the air. The way your dark green and gold skirt caught the sunlight, and the way the puffy looking poms in your hands shook back and forth. Stan knew he was in trouble when he stopped paying attention for a moment when you laughed at something Annie said. Next thing he knew he felt the football knock him on the side of the head. And of course, that's when you looked over, he felt his face heat up when you giggled and covered your mouth.

He hated you. Hated your pretty smile, the way you laughed made his blood boil and his body turn hot. Your stupid lips curled into a gorgeous smile and the way your thighs looked good enough to sink his teeth into, what he'd give to walk over and kiss that smug look off your-

Stan let out a growl that came from deep in his chest as he threw the ball down the field hitting Kyle in the chest. The poor red head just took it, letting out a grunt as it managed to get past the gear meant to keep him safe. He wouldn't let his mind wonder there, not for you. Not when you're the one who attacked him and then started avoiding him every chance you got.

"Marsh!" He winced when he heard Coach Miles below his name, he didn't need to see his face to know he was in trouble.

With a sigh he took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his messy black hair, the helmet causing his hair to stick up. As he walked over, he could feel your eyes on him, and all he could do was scowl. Trying not to think about how you must be eating this up.

Stan's scowl dropped when he heard the coach call your last name and gesture for you to come over. Your eyes widened at the way the coach called for you, you'd never heard him so angry at you before. You gave your poms to Wendy as you ran over, walking behind him as he gestured for you and Stan to follow him.

Coach Miles took you both back inside through the gym, once the three of you were alone, he crossed his arms and glared down at you both. "So, the big game is tomorrow and some of the students have come to be with worries about the way you two were at each other’s throats." He paused for only a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let me make something very clear, we are not in high school anymore. So whatever problem you two have with each other, fix it. You’re adults, act like them."

"I've tried! She doesn't want to work this out!" Stan's mouth moved before he thought about the consequences, but he was just so tired of this whole thing. Even if he agreed with his Coach, this whole situation had him at the end of his rope.

"What?! No, you didn't! You just bitched to Kenny-"

"I didn't bitch! I was asking for advice!" Stan stopped and glared over at you again, it seems like that's the only look he gave you nowadays. "I tried to talk to you in the halls and you blew me off!" How did you even know about he talked to Kenny anyway?!

Fucking Butters.

"I told you what my problem was with you Marsh!"

"No, you didn't! All you did was-"

"Enough!" The Coach's voice boomed over your little squabble and echoed off the gymnasium walls. "I was hoping you two would be mature enough that I didn't have to do this, but I guess I was wrong."

You and Stan watched as Coach Miles stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out a folded-up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he handed it to you and huffed. It was a warning slip, something he never gave out to you or Stan. "So, unless you both figure this out, you're both benched. Off the field and you can watch the rest of the students play without you."

"What?!" Your voices came out in unison, shocked at the very thought of not getting to be a part of tomorrows big game.

"I mean it! Figure yourselves out or you're out! I can have McCormick take your spot Marsh and Testaburger has plenty of experience leading!"

"But Coach-"

"No! I shouldn't have had to do this in the first place! I'm not your dad, I'm not your counselor, I'm a Coach! You both are lucky I'm even giving you a second chance! You have until tomorrow." Every word that came out of Coach Miles's mouth pierced like a sword.

You flinched and pulled back just as Stan did each time, he emphasized his frustration. It was a verbal lashing unlike one you've ever gotten, and you were grateful when he turned and left. You weren't sure if you could take much more.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Stan as you both just stood there. The slight buzzing sound of the fans overhead and Stan's deep breaths were all you could hear. Each time he inhaled through his nose he would exhale through his mouth, but it didn't look like it was actually doing anything to calm him.

You've heard when Stan got yelled at by Coach Miles, and not once did he look this angry. Your eyes trailed down his jawline watching as he started grinding his teeth together, the look on his face said it all. He was holding something back, he looked like a lit fuse ready to blow. You didn't know if that anger was at you, the Coach, the situation, or all the above. But a part of you really wanted to find out, and Miles did tell you to work it out.

"So... you wanted to talk. I'm here."

Stan's head snapped over towards you, the look on his face was a mix of anger and bewilderment. Shocked that you would break the silence like that. He felt his stomach churn, a feeling he hasn't felt since he was a kid.

It always felt like he was on a roller-coaster going too fast, that fluttering feeling one would feel when the ride would hit that high and then dropped to that low. Only this time it felt like the pit of his stomach was also on fire, his stomach was a cauldron ready to boil over. As he opened his mouth to speak nothing came out, he just let his mouth hang open for a second and then he shut it again. He was holding back still.

You rolled your eyes and jut your hip out, arms crossing under your chest. "Just say it. I know you want to yell, so yell. I'm a big girl I can take whatever you could possibly throw at me."

When Stan didn't respond but instead walked towards you, your arms dropped, and you took a step back. So caught up in the dark blues of his eye you barely registered when your back hit the wall, it wasn't until you realized he had you backed into a corner that you grasped the situation you were in. He slammed his arm over your head making your heart leap in your chest, and your hands come up in defensively.

You weren't scared that he was going to hurt you, you never got that from Stan, he never seemed like that type. But the way he looked down at you made your heart speed up and a shiver run down your spine. Never had you felt like a rabbit trapped in a pen with a wolf. Something about that excited you.

"What are you doing-"

"Shut.up." Stan's voice dips an octave as he whispers out the command.

The gravel in his voice is cut by the way he slams his lips down onto yours. You have just enough time to push back into the kiss when he pulls away and continues. "You...have made my life.... fucking hell...this entire week!" His complaints almost falls on deaf ears from the way he's kissing you in between them. "I don't know why I get so.... worked up with you!" He emphasizes the last part by grabbing your jaw and forcing your face up towards him.

It's only been a week and you've already got him wrapped around your finger, so tightly wound up that he was beginning to snap. And maybe you were wrapped around his, the smirk on your face was short lived when he bit your bottom lip. A small gasp escaping your lips giving him enough of an opening to slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan against his lips and grip the front of his jersey by the collar. If he wanted to get handsy you could get handsy. You pulled him down into the kiss somehow deepening it further.

Your tongues push back and forth against each other, neither giving way to the other. His tongue was relentless but so was yours. It wasn't until you felt a bit of drool dripping down the side of your mouth did it click. You were making out with, what you thought, was the biggest asshole on campus. Yet you couldn't pull away, couldn't pull away from his hold on you.

On the other side of things, Stan's mind was going blank. With every twist of your tongue and lips he felt himself getting addicted. Hungry lips moving from yours to devour the soft flesh of your neck. He bites down with enough force to pull a cry from you and to leave a mark. Right where your shoulder meets your neck, teeth marks bright and red poked out of your cheerleading uniform.

"You fucking ass! That's going to leave a mark!" You hiss at him, but it just turns to another moan as he sucks on the patch of skin near your collarbone.

"Good!" He growls back coming off your skin with a pop. "I have tried all week to work with you! All fucking week to work with your bitchy attitude!"

"My attitude?! Fuck you! I was trying-"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He cuts you off with a smirk, one that would give the devil a run for his money.

"What?!" You white knuckle his jersey with both hands now.

"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." His hands reach down to the back of your thighs, cupping them as he lifts you up and slams you back into the wall. Not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of the predicament you're in.

"Says the man who had his tongue down my throat!" Predicament be damned. He would not win this fight just because he slots himself between your legs and pushes his arousal against your thigh.

Those football pants left nothing for the imagination, the thought of leaving him with that hard on in those pants crossed your mind for a moment. But when he rolled his hips against your clothed sex you had to focus on biting back the moan instead.

"It shut you up, didn't it? You didn't seem to want me to stop when you were moaning against me."

You glared down at him and ran your fingers through his hair, giving the roots a firm tug; you smirked when he moaned. His face turned red making him lunge forward and bite your neck again. Your nails dug into his scalp which only seemed to encourage him to leave marks.

"Just shut the fuck up and...and fuck me already!" You tried to keep the moan out of your voice, but when he found that soft spot on your neck it just turned into a whimper.

That smug bastard lips turned up into a smirk, he pulls back just long enough to take a look around the gym. All he could hear was you panting heavily trying to catch your breath and the same dull fan buzzing. He looked down at you for a moment and for a second you thought he'd pull away. That he'd come to his senses and realize that maybe this wasn't exactly what the Coach meant.

But he didn't. Instead, he pulls your face back up for another kiss, this one was a lot less angry. There was still that heat behind each press of his lips, but it was more controlled, not like when he was trying to get you to stop talking. He presses his forehead against yours for a moment, the sweat from practice earlier dripping down his neck, it would almost be sweet if the situation leading up to it didn't happen.

"We have to be quick."

"Here?! Are you out of your mind, what if we get caught!?"

"Would you just let me-" You feel him move you to his forearm, where he pins you between the wall and his body. "You've got me so worked up! I don't know why I find your endless complaining and bitching so hot!" The confession spilled out of his mouth once again without a second thought as his hands move up your skirt.

His hands grope and squeeze at your thighs and then your ass pulling another sweet moan from your lips. "Don't act like you're free from it! You like to think you're sooooo much better than me but you're just like me!"

"I know!" He grunts as he pushes your underwear to the side making you shiver when the cold air hits your cunt.

Stan watches as your eyes flutter shut when he slams his fingers into your wet hole, his fingers coated with your sweet juices. He licks his lips when your mouth hangs open and a shaky gasp is pulled from you. "Look at you already so fucking wet for me. I thought you hated me huh?"

"Sh... shit. I-I do hate you!" Your weak attempt to bite back fall short when he curls his finger in you, slamming his fingers in and out of you.

His lips ghost over yours as he buries himself to the knuckle in your pretty cunt. He watches as you suck his fingers in further and further. The sounds you're making makes his cock throb in his pants, straining against the white material. "Yeah? Doesn't feel like you hate me. You were ordering me to fuck you earlier."

"I-I... oh fuck! Harder!"

Stan smirks down at you and there's no comment this time. How can he when you look so damn sweet, nails digging into his shoulders clinging to him for dear life. He stops his fingers and glares down at you. "Say please."

"B-bite me."

He does. He leans down and bites down on the tip of your ear, his husky voice laced with danger. "I'm not moving my fingers from your cunt until I get a please."

"G-God damn it Stan j-just.... ugh please! Please go harder!"

For a moment he looks up like he's thinking about it, pondering whether he should or not. You could have smacked that smug look off his face but when his fingers drill deeper into you all you can do is throw your head back. As if it wasn't enough, he finds that perfect spot, making you clench around his digits.

"Fuck you look so good when you're like this. You gonna cum around my fingers princess? Go ahead, let me feel you clench around them." He talks you through your orgasm with a steady tone, making you lull your head to the side as you reach your climax.

His fingers stay buried in you for a bit before he pulls them out, you almost whimper at the loss of them. But it was cut short when he wrapped his lips around his fingers. Sucking the slick off his digit while keeping eye contact with you. The telltale sign of a blush crept up your neck and across your face when he removed his index finger from his mouth.

"You're so gross..."

"Whatever." He clicked his tongue at your comment, even after he pulled an orgasm out of you; you still had something to say. His hands move across your ass again giving the flesh a firm squeeze. You slapped his shoulder when he chuckled at your little squeak. "Hmm~ I liked you begging. Let’s see if I can't get more of that out of you."

He moves his hands down to his pants and slips them down to his thighs. He fumbles for a moment with his boxers before he just decides to give up and pull his cock through the flap. He did say this needed to be quick and he already wasted time fingering you against the gym wall. Not that he regretted it, he had half a mind to do it again, but if the precum leaking out of the slit of his cock was anything to go by he need release soon.

Stan glides his cock against your folds a few times, coating his cock in your arousal, his breath hitches when you roll your hips back. When his eyes meet yours again his knees almost buckle under the weight of your lustful gaze. The way your eyelids lower and your mouth falls open again with each drag of his cock. He takes the base of his member and slaps it against your cunt a few times. "Come on princess, tell me you want this. Tell me you don't really hate me."

"I...." You trail off, letting your stubborn attitude take over but Stan isn't making it easy. Each passing second you don't answer him he nudges the tip of his cock in your entrance, not quite pushing in to give you that pleasure. "I hate that I like it that you call me that! I hate the way my heart speeds up when you kiss me! I hate that I like you!" Your words roll off your tongue like a confession, the way you throw your head back the frustration growing in your tone.

Stan growls again, that sound being pulled out of him more times today than his entire life, but he can't resist you. It's like he's a puppet and you're holding all the strings. His hands come up to your hips and guide you down the length of his cock just as your legs wrap around his waist. The muscles in your legs keep him in place making his cock throb again, you feel it bob against your walls.

"You have...no fucking idea...how much I've wanted this! Every time you got thrown in the air-" He lets out a shaky moan as he pulls you off his cock and slides you right back down. "Every... every time you giggled and flashed that perfect smile." Stan nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hips begin to find the perfect rhythm. "Everything about you is perfect and I fucking hate it!"

Stan's little burst of irritation comes out from the way he begins picking up speed. You cling onto him as he continues piercing up into you, your arms wrapping around his neck to try as your back slides up and down against the wall. "Oh god Stan!"

"Listen to yourself. Calling my name like that, you drive me crazy! I'm not going to be able to stop. You gonna let me cum in you? I don't wanna stain that pretty uniform of yours." The way he's moaning out your name in between breaths makes your stomach do flips.

You can't find the strength to answer so you settle for nodding and moaning his name. He doesn't say anything else besides the occasional cursing and small grunts, so focused on bullying your insides. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until the knot starts to snap. Your walls grip his cock as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your voice has gone hoarse from moaning and screaming his name. He feels his cock twitch when he sees you climax around him, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The way your mouth hangs open, lips slightly swollen from how hard you kissed him. The way your hair was out of place and the way your uniform was messed up from how hard he was thrusting into you.

"Fuck...I'm...I'm cumming." He groaned as he emptied himself inside you. Thick hot arousal shooting up and painting your insides, it made you whimper and squirm.

There was another moment of silence that fell over you two, it wasn't the heavy awkward one the Coach had left you in. It was almost comfortable by the way Stan was pressing soft kisses into your neck, his lips moving up to your jawline and to the corner of your mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair again trying to smooth it out instead of tugging.

"So....this certainly was one way to work out our problems..."

Stan hummed in response as he slowly pulled you off him, you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of loss again. As he pulls his pants and boxers up, he takes out the small towel he has tucked away in the pockets of his pants, and gently begins to clean your thighs. The action makes you smile a little, how one minute he could go from destroying you against a wall to treating you like some doll. When he sets you down his hands linger on your hips a little longer like he's trying to make sure you're alright enough to stand.

"Yeah...hey, I'm sorry. I'm not...good at confrontation and I shouldn't have got defense with you." His apology almost makes your heart break but at the same time it feels so warm.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my jealousy out on you. You didn't deserve that, it's not your fault." You fiddle with the material of his jersey, rolling it between your fingertips.

"Jealous? Why would you be jealous?" Stan asks completely dumbfounded by the idea.

"Because everyone always talks about you and your team! It's always how great you are, and everyone seems to like you!"

"Really? Because I always hear about how amazing you guys are. Every game the guys always feel better knowing that even if we lose you guys were cheering for us. I can't tell you how happy Butter's has been since you let him join the squad." He chuckles and goes to move a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Awh...that's so sweet." You look up at him with a little giggle and a smile, which he returns. "Now I feel all bad."

"Nah don't feel bad...I'm just glad we got this straightened out. I know it's a little backwards but...do you think I could take you out after the game tomorrow? Win or lose I just...kinda wanna spend more time with you." He gives you a sheepish smile and a small blush creeps across his face.

"Only if you don't mind me bitching." You joke back with a little hum, pushing yourself up against him.

"It'll go great with mine." He smirks back down at you and places a kiss on your lips.

Word travels fast around campus. When you both walked out of the gym smiling at each other neither teams could believe it. Even more so when next week you were walking around with Stan's jacket over your shoulders and your pinky wrapped around his. The star quarterback's last name written in big blocky letters on your back and your lipstick staining his cheek. Definitely not a normal way to start a relationship, but that was you and Stan's little secret.

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zane009 · 1 year ago

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a little bit of blue

summary: you found some bleach and box dye on your last run so maybe it’s time you ask Daryl to help you dye your hair…maybe you’ll even get him to do it as well…just a LOT of fluff and fun times

Daryl x reader

word count: around 1500

a/n: literally based on my dream lmao it’s silly 🥲…not proof read

" shit i dun' know 'f I'm doin' this right"

Daryl grunted as he was currently trying to figure out how to bleach your hair correctly. He was given a few instructions but to be honest he had no idea what he was doing.

You and Daryl found some box dye and bleach on your last run and while Daryl thought it was completely unnecessary and a waste of space you quite literally just showed the items inside without a second thought. It's not common to do something like this these days so the thought of dying your hair felt a bit comforting. A reminder of the old world. And with Daryl helping it would make this experience that much better.

You were currently back in Alexandria sat in a chair in Daryls bathroom, trying to calm the big man behind you. It took a hell lot of convincing to even get him to agree to this. You were surprised he didn’t give up yet considering the amount of his complaints in the last 30 minutes.

"You're doing just fine Daryl just apply it like i showed you" you said as you bit back a laugh.

He was stressing himself out for no reason and it was appealing to watch. You looked in the mirror and saw him behind you trying to apply the bleach precisely with the little brush.

He was staring with deep concentration with his brows furrowed softly and the tip of his tongue peeking out just a bit. It was a habit he did when he was really focused. Just like he did when he was sharpening his knives or carving out his new arrows. Or bolts if you would ask him. You didn’t really get the difference between those two anyways.

So you couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped you this time. His eyes snapped up immediately catching yours in the mirror. " dun' laugh at me woman 'm tryin' ma best here" he puffed out as he went back to it.

"Hell i told ya ya should've asked Rosita ta help ya" the frustration in his voice at this point was absolutely adorable. He took the last dip in the bowl filled with bleach and layered it on your hair for the last time.

You finally let in a big stretch as you hummed " I genuinely don't know why you're complaining i mean do you think Rick knows how to bleach someones hair?" You asked as you dropped your head back over the chair and saw him frowning. "I think the fuck not. You just gained a new skill bub and you look hella hot upside down"

you smiled sweetly at him as he looked away embarrassed. “Stop”

You still won because after his complaining he still leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips being really careful not to touch any of his hard work. He would lie if he said he didn't sweat his ass of for this.

"Ya are lucky i like ya" he said as he flicked your forehead slightly.

He softly ushered you back up as he sat down on the edge of the tub " 'lright how long do ya have ta leave tha' on" he asked as he pulled a hand through his hair.

You stayed silent for a minute thinking about probably the most brilliant idea you've ever had. You slowly smiled mischievously at him raising your eyebrows a bit. Daryl was immediately alert because he knew that look. It meant nothing good was in store for him.

" wha's that look supposed ta mean" he said uncertain already backing away.

" we have just enough time for you to bleach a strand before i need to rinse this out"

" hell naw!"

He quiet literally yelled as he stood up with abrupt speed. You slowly approached him as he went around the chair that was placed in the middle of the bathroom. "Ohh come on it's just a little piece of hair and we'll be matching" you said trying to convince him.

He didn't budge just stood there with his senses high on alert ready to attack if necessary. You slowly picked up the brush still deep in bleach and took a step towards him, grinning. He immediately stepped back and hit the bathroom door. Oh it was on.

As you quickly advanced forward he ran through the door into your shared room in the basement. Dog barked seeing us running probably thinking we are playing a game. Daryl went around the table while i followed him around. Dog was running around us in circles as well while we tried not to step on the poor animal.

This went on for a few more minutes just me and Daryl running around his room, with me trying to catch him. At some point the brush in my hand was forgotten as we just laughed and enjoyed the silly moment.

After a while we were back to square one with each one of us standing on either side of the table with smiles on our faces.

Sometimes I genuinely forget how closed off Daryl used to be. He would never do this with me back at the prison. But here we are now and I wouldn't trade this for anything else.

Suddenly Dog jumped on Daryl catching him off guard as he stumbled back on the couch " Dog no" he said as he tried to get him off. I took this as my chance and made my way to him as fast as i could. I took a piece of his hair and just plopped the bleach on.

Daryl stopped everything he was doing and looked up at me slowly. " tell me ya didn' " i just burst out laughing at him while he hurried into the bathroom tripping over some pieces of clothing on the way.

" how do ya get this off" he said hurriedly as his hands went to the specific piece of hair covered in bleach. He tried touching it when I quickly stopped him still smiling

" stop you shouldn't touch it it's bleach you ass"

He looked at himself in the mirror an unsure look on his face. You started giggling behind him which made him look at you through the mirror with a frown plastered on his face "we are gonna look absolutely terrific" you said as you kissed his cheek hard and then leaned you chin on his shoulder. You looked up at him and saw him let out a defeated sigh meaning you won. He pressed his lips to your forehead and mumbled " yer gonna be the death of me"

About good half an hour forward you were quietly murmured the song playing in the background on the boombox Eugene fixed for you awhile back, while you were applying blue hair dye to Daryl’s chosen piece of hair. You did went back eventually after you both calmed down a bit and fixed the bleach making sure it was perfect. He was now sitting in the chair with hands on his lap looking like a defeated puppy. But he wasn't complaining so it was a step up.

As you two were finally done with the whole dying process it was time to rinse it out. Daryl grumbled the whole time your tired to wash his piece. He wasn't happy he had to wash his hair in the middle of the day for no reason for the second time that day already. It could be just the hair strand if he wouldn't be complaining and moving around so much. Dog contributed his part by literally jumping in the tub, getting all wet and then shaking it out.

You were drying daryls hair with the towel making sure to be gentle and not tug on any of his hair. When you felt like it was good enough you dropped the towel and looked into to the mirror. Your hair was a deep blue while Daryl had a little blue piece on the side. You places your hands on his shoulders and squeezed them a bit. "Dont we look adorable"

He seemed to frown at that as he grumbled out " sure adorable fer a clown yea" you giggled a bit as you squeezed his face in your hands and kissed his cheek lovingly. Oh how you loved this man.

He thought you looked absolutely breathtaking in blue. But then again you did look good in anything according to Daryl. It was him that felt silly with his little piece of blue hair. But what’s done is done.

You ran your hands through his hair for the last time with a pleasant smile as you went towards the bath tub to clean up the mess you two made (and Dog). You knew he wasn't actually angry but it's best to let him cool down a bit. You also knew he'll come around soon. Hell its just a matter of time before he asks you to do the rest of his hair you thought as you smiled to yourself.

Although Daryl would never ever think about confessing this out loud he didn't hate it. Sure the blue in his hair was bound to bring some unwanted attention to him but he would take it if it meant seeing you smile and giggle over it. If he was honest it didn't look bad when he saw you beside him with your beautiful blue hair.

He grinned as he stood up and went over to help you.

𐬼𐮙𐬿𐬺𐬼𐮜

I don’t think i like this tbh

#daryl x reader #daryl drabbles #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl imagines #daryl dixon fic #the walking dead daryl #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x you #twd fanfiction #twd imagine

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evanpetersmybf · 9 months ago

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Scary Love

Kit Walker x female!reader

Summary: A future nun with trust issues and a falsely accused gentleman.

Genre: Fluff and some angst.

Word count: 1,381

Warnings: Catholic reader and mention of some religious items (not really sure if this counts as a warning, but okay)

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...And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

You crossed yourself, still kneeling down in front of the crucifix, hands holding a Holy Mary medal.

The chapel was quiet and peaceful, a big difference in comparison to the rest of the asylum, which was always filled with screams and many other disturbing stuff. How did you end up in this hellhole? That’s the question you ask yourself every night before going to sleep. Ah yes, you were the one who took this decision. No one forced you.

You returned to the main room; a jukebox eternally playing Dominique non-stop while all the patients coexisted in the common hall.

And there he was. The one and only Kit Walker. Probably the most sane person in the habitation right now, besides you of course.

The handsome man saw you and a sweet smile appeared on his face, cute dimples along the lovely grin. Seeing him made you feel multiple things at the same time. Things you didn’t allow yourself to feel. With a heavy sigh of remorse, you avoided his gaze and kept walking around, finding an excuse to get away from him.

Kit’s brows furrowed, not getting what was happening. Why were you avoiding him? He thought you two were good friends now. In reality, you were one of the few people in the psychiatric who actually treated him as a human being and not as a crazy murderer -which he clearly wasn’t, tho- and that melted his heart.

He followed you from behind, but you kept escaping.

“Sista’!” He pleaded, until was finally able to catch up and grabbed your hand, making you turn around to face him. “Sista’ Y/N, what's goin’ on?” His dark doe eyes tried to meet yours, as an attempt to find an answer.

Nothing.

Kit scoffed, making early assumptions due to your lack of reaction. “So do ya’ really believe in that bullshit, huh? Ya’ really think I killed my wife?” Annoyed, the man let go of your hand, but deep down he hoped you didn’t think of him that way.

“No, wait!” You replied, looking down at the floor while fidgeting with a cross necklace hanging around your neck. “Is not like that, Kit…”

“Then what is it, sista’? Are ya’ scared of me?”

“I actually am.” You took a deep breath and stared at his eyes after hesitating for a while. “I’m afraid you are the temptation, Kit.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow, having more questions than answers. “Whatcha’ mean, sista’? Da’ temptation?”

“The temptation I always pray to God to keep far from me.” Your gaze drifted to his forearms; thick veins and big hands. Oh Lord.

Kit realized you were staring down. He tried to discover what were you looking at, until he noticed your eyes and a subtle blush on your cheeks.

He smirked and crossed his arms in front of him. That cheeky smile. The one who made you head over heels.

“Oh, so now I’m da’ devil, hm?”

You didn’t say anything else. You ran away from him and locked yourself in your room.

Kit was always on your mind. No matter what you did, he was always there. Even when you attempted to pray, you heard his voice. Maybe you need to be the patient and not a novice.

After a long sleepless night, you found yourself in the kitchen early in the morning, just to find Kit kneading dough and mumbling some things to himself.

“Mornin’, sista’” Voice soft like honey, yet it showed some concern because of what happened yesterday between you two. “Ya’ ‘kay?”

“Mhm…” Of course not. You weren’t okay. You felt conflicted.

“If I may ask… Why did ya’ become a nun?”

“I’m not a nun yet. I haven’t made my vows. I’m here tryin’ to find out if this truly is my vocation or not.”

“And? Have you made up your mind?”

You shook your head no, hugging yourself and looking at his arms, again. “You’re the reason why I don’t know if I belong here.”

Kit let out a chuckle, feeling amused by your shyness and obvious fixation on his limbs.

“Why do ya’ always stare at my hands, sista’? Do ya’ like ‘em?”

Your face went red, eyes slightly widened. Damn. He noticed it.

“I’m not supposed to like those sinful things.”

“Ya’ a human too, Y/N”

“But I wasn’t made for this. For affection or lust.”

Kit was curious about what you meant by that. You explained everything to him, saying you felt out of place because when you were growing up not a single boy flirted with you. Besides, you said you had many awful love experiences and, after a serious heartbreak, you began to wonder if possibly your destiny was staying single and dedicating the rest of your life to God. Furthermore, you mentioned your fear of physical touch, and how you still desired it. It was complicated.

The man listened to you, looking at how you fidgeted with a chain while you nervously told your story, taking note of how your soothing voice cracked from time to time.

Everything about you was so alluring to him. He couldn’t believe no one treated you right. And, as the gentleman he was, he wanted to change that.

“Well, sista’... To me, you’re one of da’ most beautiful women alive. I mean it.” Kit took a few steps closer to you, but kept a fair distance in order to not make you uncomfortable.

He cracked a smile, in love with those charming eyes of yours.

“If I’m that beautiful, why haven't I been loved, Kit? Tell me why–”

Kit was now some inches away from your face contemplating your lips. He placed a hand over your mouth, not letting you finish your sentence.

You tried to speak, but it was nonsense; his palm muffling your words.

“Y/N, ‘m not like those assholes. Not at all. Trust me, please.”

He let you speak again, now intertwining his fingers with yours. His body was warm, his touch was gentle and comforting, the type of connection you’ve been craving for too long. Walker was so good-looking; you could look at him forever… And he could look at you for the rest of eternity, too.

“Can I, gorgeous?” His thumb brushed your lips and part of your cheek, sending electric waves to your spine.

Was this even for real? You doubt it. You thought he was messing around, but he wasn’t.

Fearfully, you agreed.

Finally, Kit leaned in and pressed his chapped lips against your velvety ones. The kiss was tender, full of endearment. His heart was beating fast, so was yours. Pupils dilated and breathing deep.

He cupped the side of your face, rubbing the flesh with his digit while you melted under his touch.

This was the very first time that someone held you the way he did. Embracing you as if you were the most precious gem, or as if you were made of delicate porcelain.

Eventually, he pulled away and grinned, both of you feeling like dorky teens after having their first kiss, even if that wasn’t the case. “Ya’ so divine…” Kit mumbled and then, his lips were dancing with yours.

He stepped back from time to time exclusively to flatter you, saying corny compliments between the kisses.

His hands were roaming all over your body, caressing every right spot to make you feel in heaven.

He was so good at this.

But… Did this have a future?

Kit was here in Briarcliff, falsely accused of committing a murder. Not only that, you were a novice. This love couldn’t be.

Your mind overwhelmed you with those thoughts, making you abruptly get away from him.

“No, Kit, I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Or perhaps you could. You felt like losing your mind. Love was making you crazy. However, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel, nor risk his safety for this. Maybe you were scared of his love. Of how much he was caring for you. You didn’t understand.

Without further ado, you left the cold kitchen, once filled with sweetness and adoration.

Kit remained there, a single tear drop falling from his eye, wondering if he could ever be happy again.

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A/N: English isn't my first language. Sorry if this has grammatical mistakes. Also, I tried to be respectful with the religion, I'm catholic myself and I'm so sorry if this offends someone. Hope you enjoy it! ^^

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago

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rotwm series: mountain with a view — q.hughes

based on mountain with a view by kelsea ballerini

It's 7 a.m. and I'm on a mountain with a view. I'm the only one, alone, at a table meant for two. Big Sur looks beautiful this morning and I should be missin' you, I should be missin' you.

You sat in the window nook of your Airbnb. In all your time travelling around after Quinn you’d never truly experienced California, how beautiful it was.

It was the same Airbnb that you’d stayed in together on your honeymoon.

The honeymoon you had to settle for when your luxurious all inclusive honeymoon was ruined. Quinn had decided to go back to Vancouver early to start training and after a lot of back and forth arguments he agreed to a long weekend in California.

You thought you’d be sad to return, this time without him but you weren’t. You did everything you wanted to the first time round that Quinn deemed

“Not fun”

“Boring”

And “a waste of time”

You didn’t miss him and you felt so happy.

You're across the pond at a show, I think, in Amsterdam and the pictures look pretty, at least they do on your Instagram We say good morning, then goodnight I wonder if you even know where I am, where I am

You couldn’t even remember where he was playing tonight. You were only reminded when you saw he had reposted a picture from Brock’s story onto his.

They were out at some restaurant all smiling and laughing.

You’d actually only checked instagram when your mom had asked you where Quinn was playing that night and you couldn’t even answer her.

You used to follow him around when he went on roadies, travelling to New Jersey and Toronto just to support him and now you didn’t talk whenever he was on the road, he’d ask what you got up to whenever he got home but you knew he didn’t really care and just wanted to fill the silence.

I'm wearin' the ring still, but I think I'm lyin' Sometimes you forget yours, I think we're done tryin' I realize you loved me much more at twenty-three I think that this is when it's over for me

Whenever you did finally do something together it was a work event — the canucks annual charity ball.

“Oh my goodness I can’t ever get over how gorgeous this ring is!” Brock’s girlfriend smiles, grabbing your hand and admiring your wedding ring.

“Thank you!” You replied, blushing and leaning into Quinn’s side.

She scowled “Quinn you’re not wearing yours?” You looked down at Quinn’s left hand to find the gold band gone.

“Oh! I must’ve forgot it” he brushes it off, giving a tight smile.

You didn’t reproach the situation that night.

But you watched him across the next few weeks every morning as he brushed over his wedding band in your jewelry box.

He never put it on.

“Hey, why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?” You asked one morning, brushing your hair in the mirror.

“It’s not a big deal” he grumbled.

“It’s our wedding rings Quinn, it is a big deal!”

“God why are you such a bitch lately? Why can’t you be chill like you used to?”

You look at him, wide eyes “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“Like why can’t you just be like when we first got married? Silent and Supportive!”

You didn’t even reply, simply turning to leave the room before you burst into tears.

I think that this is when I cut the ties I think that is when I set myself free One day you'll ask, "When was it over for you?"

I'm takin' the ring off, I'm finally cryin' Don't try to find yours, no reason to fight it

You'll say I'm crazy for bein' the one to leave Scream I'm just like my parents and givin' up easy

But you never took that last flight to see me.

“Babe come on you don’t have to do this!” Quinn cries, following you through the house.

He’d come home from practice to find your suitcases by the front door and you standing at the kitchen counter waiting for him.

He asked why your suitcases were outside, what was wrong. You never answered, simply sliding your wedding ring along the granite and he groaned lowly.

“Baby…”

“Don’t Quinn!” You snap “It’s over”

“It Just just be over!” He screams “We are married!”

You look at him waving his arms around wildly and tears drop down your cheeks

“Quinn… let me go please”

His eyes soften and he steps around the counter “Baby please… why?”

You looked at him, he could feel the pain you were in just by your face. He wanted to reach out and hold you.

“Quinn… you never come home anymore”

“I’m always home?!” He screams, hands waving around.

He wasn’t screaming in anger, he was scared screaming. Screaming to hold onto what was slowly slipping away from him.

You sniffled, hands shaking as you reached up and held his face

“I don’t know the man that walks through those doors anymore… but it’s not you that comes home to me”

The tears were streaming down his face as well as yours as he mumbled

“You can’t leave me”

“Quinn I should’ve left a long time ago”

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #rotwm series

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pastanest · 2 years ago

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

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

Something To Hold On To

Another night is spent in your half empty bed, staring out of the window, unable to sleep. Watching. Waiting. Desperate. The events that led you to this agonising repetition haunt you, ghosts of the past preventing your present from ever seeing a future, because it is unchanging now.

Denise’s death snapped something in Daryl, you knew it from the moment he got back that day, but you had never thought in a million years that anything would have the power to push him away from you. From your perspective, the death of a loved one brings you closer to the rest of the people you love, because it reminds you to cherish every moment with them, but for Daryl...it was different. You followed him all the way to the gate that day, trying to persuade him not to go out there because you knew what he could be risking. Usually, you were the one person guaranteed to get through to him, it had been that way since the farm, when the group found out where Sophia had been all that time. You were the only one that Daryl couldnt snap at, for some reason he had restraint around you. But that day at the gate, he lost it.

“The hell ya think yer doin’? You dont own me, I aint yers, who were we tryin’ to kid thinkin’ any of this was worth it?! Im better off by my damn self, ya don’ get a say in what I do, aint the boss of me. Run back to yer house, yer garden, an’ block out reality like ya usually do! Never should’a let this go on fer so long.”

Daryl was in your face, throwing his arms up in big theatrical gestures, bringing the attention of everyone who happened to be around. You stood there broken in front of him, unable to say a word; what was there to say after hearing that? With a final scoff, he got on his bike, and he was gone.

The next and last time you saw him was at the lineup. Despite everything that he’d said to break your heart, you couldnt keep your eyes off of him, seeing him in such a state and not being able to go to him was the most painful thing you’d ever experienced. After Abraham, you were staring at Daryl for strength, to keep yourself together, to prevent you from looking at what was left of your friend. Obviously, an egotistical prick like Negan didnt take kindly to you refusing to look at him.

“Well, it looks like we’ve got a couple of lovers in our midst! ‘Scuse me darlin’, would you mind paying me a little attention? I did just brutally kill this poor ginger after all, the least you could do is admire my work!” Negan’s voice was almost flirtatious, in the most sadistic way, but when you continued to refuse him, he shoved his barbed-wire-bound bat in your face and yelled. “Take a damn look!”

And you got the surprise of your life. Daryl leapt to his feet, swinging at Negan and landing a hard punch to his jaw before he was held down. You cried out, trembling feverishly, thinking that Negan was going to kill Daryl for that, but instead he took Glenn. That, you couldnt look away from. The devastation in Daryl’s eyes told you that he blamed himself for Glenn’s death, and you would have done anything to reassure him, but then he was taken.

And every night since, you have been like this. Lying awake and staring out the window at the Alexandria gate, waiting for it to magically open and reveal Daryl, safe and sound. Trying to sleep with your paranoia over what was happening to him, whether he was even still alive, was an impossible feat in itself. But that combined with trying to decode Daryl’s actions, from brutally ending your relationship because he didnt want you anymore, to risking his own life just because a very threatening man was talking to you. Of course, you know Daryl is a kind man, he loves deep and cares so much more than he lets on, it isnt out of character for him to defend you after ending things with you. But, over the years Daryl has gotten a lot more level-headed, and in a situation like that, he could usually be trusted to hold it together better than pretty much anyone else; he’s an expert at bottling things up, after all. The fact that he lashed out like that, you’d only have expected a reaction of that ferocity from him being in love with you still, which completely counterbalanced what he’d said earlier that day. If he did still love you, why would he say such horrible things? None of it made sense, all you want to do is talk to him and find out what he meant, you need to see him, and you dont know how far away that day will be, if it’s even possible.

Night’s without Daryl are difficult, but you have some things to make the days a little easier. Rick keeps a close eye on you, knowing that what Daryl said really messed you up and that regardless, being without him is hard on you. He regularly asks you to join him in completing various tasks, or even to just watch Judith because it gives you something to distract yourself from it all. It was when you were distracted that the other things came into play.

Judith is sitting in your lap, listening to you intently as you read her a story. She’s just had her morning feed and is due for a name anytime now, reading to her always helps her drift off without a fuss.

“The prince found the sleeping princess, and he leant down to give her a kiss-“

And then, you are gone.

It was late, and you had promised yourself you were going to stay awake until Daryl had returned from the run. He could be gone until tomorrow morning, you didnt care, you were stubborn enough to stick it out. Or, so you thought. As the sun rose and Daryl crept through the front door, he found you passed out on the stairs. He laughed quietly to himself, but couldnt help feeling guilty at putting you in that position by being home late. As gently as he could, Daryl lifted you up into his arms and carried you up the stairs bridal style. He carefully laid you down in the bed you shared, kicking his shoes off before crawling in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, causing you to stir awake.

“You’re home!” Your sleepily slurred whispers were joyous, a welcome sound to Daryl’s own tired ears.

“Yeah I am, now get some rest, got the day off tomorrow.” Daryl mumbled.

You gasped and turned over to snuggle into his chest. “A whole day to makeout like teenagers?”

Daryl scoffed, blushing and burying his face in the pillow, making you laugh.

When you come back to yourself, Judith is asleep in your arms, and the tears you hadnt realised were rolling down your cheeks have started falling onto her little head. You’re quick to gently dry her head with the blanket around her, and then you wipe your own eyes with your hand.

Later, when Rick comes to take Judith and you’re jogging down the porch steps of the Grimes house, you happen to glance down the street. For maybe half a second, the perfect vision of Daryl standing in the distance, waving at you, stops you dead in your tracks. Tears fill your eyes, and by the time you’ve cleared them, he’s gone. Rick watches from the window as you wipe your eyes and hurry down the street in the opposite direction to your house, where you’d just told him you were going. You have to walk the long way round to avoid heading towards the place you’d just seen Daryl standing. Wherever he appears, that’s always the way.

Flashbacks and visions of him get you through the day, and as painful as they are, they make you feel something, they give you fleeting moments of joy until reality returns to you. Blocking out reality, that’s what Daryl said you did, but you’d never truly done that until now. At night, no flashbacks or visions ever came, and every night is eerily silent. Numb, empty, cold no matter how many blankets you wrap around yourself.

The one time you decided to distract yourself by leaving Alexandria to go on a supply run, Negan happened to show up, and he brought Daryl with him. Apparently, Negan asked Rick where you were, and Daryl looked up from the ground to watch Rick’s face as he answered.

“She left on a supply run this morning, she probably wont be back for a few days.” Rick said, holding Daryl’s gaze for just a moment so that Daryl knew two things: one, he was telling the truth, and two, you were alive.

“Well that is a shame, I brought Daryl here just for her!” Negan sighed dramatically, and then continued to go about his asshole business.

Ever since, you have stayed within the walls of Alexandria. You know that if you had been there that day, you would’ve lost your mind seeing Daryl, and probably gotten yourself in trouble for not being able to keep it together. But having the knowledge of it happening when you werent here, knowing it could happen again, however unlikely that may be, you have prepared yourself.

It’s been too long, you refused to count the days because with every one that passed it would feel like you were even further away from Daryl. At least now you know that Negan is keeping Daryl alive. Torturing him, yes, but keeping him alive.

When Rick asks you to come with him and a group to the Hilltop, you’re hesitant, wanting to stay at Alexandria just in case Negan comes back. You will gladly bargain your life for Daryl’s safe return home, and Rick knows that, which is exactly why he persuades you to come with him to the Hilltop. It takes a lot of persuasion, mainly bringing up the fact that one of your closest friends, Maggie, would love to see you. Rick will proudly admit to guilt-tripping you if it means he avoided you offering your life up to Negan.

The gates of the Hilltop open before you, and you’re already itching to go back to Alexandria, paranoid that Negan is back there with Daryl. The group follows Rick through the gates, and for a moment you’re occupied by your thoughts, until Rosita nudges you and gestures for you to head inside the walls. Maggie embraces Rick, and when Rick pulls away, he looks to his right and his eyes fill with tears. You follow his gaze. In a fraction of a second, your vision is blurred, and you’ve collapsed to your knees, in silent, sobbing hysterics. Maggie, Rosita and Tara are quick to huddle around you, offering you comforting words that you cant even hear. Your hands cover your face as you sob into them, you cant see or hear anything, but you can feel a pair of familiar eyes burning into you from afar.

Tara lets go of you to join Rick and Michonne in hugging him, welcoming him back.

Rick glances at everyone else, all of them having a good idea of what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth. “Let’s head inside, they need to catchup.”

You feel the comforting arms leave you, and you lower your shaking hands from your face, wiping your eyes and slowly rising to your feet. It takes all the strength you have left to lift your head, to meet his eyes. Daryl. His name sets you on fire, goosebumps rippling all over your skin, your throat suddenly dry and heart pounding against your ribs.

He looks awkward, uncomfortable, like he’s holding back from something. You know him too well. You cross your arms over your chest and slowly walk over to him.

And despite everything, you manage to smile at him. “You’re really back?” You ask, voice somewhat hoarse from all the crying you’ve just done.

Daryl nods, not saying anything.

“I dont know what happened to you, but I am so, so sorry.” You tell him, your sincerity laced in every syllable, almost bringing yourself back to tears at the thought of what he could have gone through.

Daryl nods again.

You take a deep breath, preparing to say the words you’ve been planning. “And I want you to know that I’ve come to terms with everything, regarding us no longer being, well, us...and I get it, things change and dont always work out-“ You nod to yourself while avoiding his eyes, as though still trying to convince yourself. “-but I want you to know that I can put it all behind me, and I will.” You meet his eyes. “Because more than anything, I want to be here for you, for whatever you need.”

Daryl shakes his head, finally finding the courage to speak. “Stupidest thing I ever did.”

For a brief moment, the sound of his voice leaves you breathless, but you quickly regain control of yourself.

“What was?” You ask.

“Everythin’ I said to ya that day, I was fuckin’ stupid, an’ wrong.” Daryl admits, shaking his head again, angry at himself.

“Y-You were?” You stammer out, unable to believe what you’re hearing and in desperate need of an explanation.

Daryl stares into your eyes for a few seconds, and you can almost see him taking in the sight of you to beat himself over the head with, to relive this guilt and torture himself further.

He glances down at his shoes. “Thought I had the strength t’ push ya away, t’ try and protect you, but I realised that there aint nobody that’d try as hard as me to keep ya safe.” Daryl looks back up at you, holding your gaze, not shy about admitting his last sentiment. “I’d die fer you.”

Your eyes start filling with fresh tears of an entirely different meaning. “Daryl...”

Daryl shrugs you off, avoiding your eyes because he knows you can see right through him; you know how hard it is for him to talk about his feelings, but he’ll do it for you. “I know i’s too late, I took too damn long realisin’ what was good fer me. For all I know ya could’ve moved on already, but I wouldnt be able to live with myself if I didnt tell ya the truth.”

Then, you smile, and Daryl cant avoid looking at you any longer. The sight of your genuine smile has been his favourite memory to cling to in that cell, the one view he couldnt wait to see again, even if it was never directed at him after what he’d done. You take the single step necessary to stand toe to toe with him, and you ever so slowly lift your hands to cup his face. Daryl breathes a sigh of relief, his eyes immediately closing as he relaxes into your touch, instinctively, even after all this time.

“How could I ever move on from the man I’d die for?”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #Spotify

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herofics · 1 year ago

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I had this insane dream that would make for a good Dabi and Shigaraki story? You know “Gaston” from “Beauty and the Beast”

So it’s based around between season five and six so Dabi or Shigaraki (separate stories,) have a S/O well Re-Destro and Trumpet find out about Shigaraki’s or Dabi’s S/O and they are upset about it and they pull off this “Gaston” crap like “ it’s not right for a villain to have a lover because we’re villains we don’t have time for that shit and this ‘lover’ of Shigaraki’s or Dabi’s and (she or they) are going to get in the way of our ‘evil plans’ ” type of crap.

So do you like try to blackmail and threaten the S/O to scare them off and end the relationship (she or them) with Shigaraki or Dabi but S/O doesn’t have the heart to tell them because they love Shigaraki or Dabi so much but then Shigaraki or Dabi found out on their own about what’s going on and they are pissed as hell about the whole situation and they confront Re-Destro and trumpet about it and those two are terrified as af and they leave Y/N alone.

plus even skeptic knew about what was going on and he’s on Y/N’s side, because even he knew it was wrong of them to try and get in between Shigaraki or Dabi and their S/O.

A/N: I really liked this request tbh, sorry it took so long though. The Shiggy one went a bit differently than what you requested but oh well. Not my best work but eeeeh, I didn’t want to work on it anymore, since I started writing this like a month ago

~Dabi~

He already knew that the Meta Liberation Army people loved sticking their noses where they didn’t belong, but for god’s sakes. He normally wouldn’t care, but now that it involved him and you, he was pissed. This also explained the fact that you seemed to be distancing yourself from him.

He marched straight to your shared room and basically kicked the door open.

You had been sitting on the couch by the window, and almost dropped your phone when the door busted open.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me?” Dabi growled as he approached you.

“Holy shit Dabi, you don’t need to give me a heart attack to get my attention” you said with a mildly annoyed tone. “Also what are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talkin about. That Trumpet guy has been tryin to get rid of you, hasn’t he?”

“Well he hasn’t tried to kill me or anything…” you downplayed the whole thing. “Besides, how did you even find out? I doubt he told you”

“That goth with all the computers told me. He loves to gossip apparently” Dabi rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I see. He does seem to know everything that’s going on around here” you grumbled.

“So, spill it” Dabi commanded.

You sighed and patted the spot on the couch next to you. Dabi sat down next to you and you explained: “Well, short version is, the MLA has big plans for you and they don’t need me to “get in your way” and “make you soft”, or something”

“What the hell?” Dabi groaned.

“Apparently their reasoning is that I take too much of your time, and you’d prioritize me over what you’re supposed to do. I don’t really know to be honest, they just don’t like me being with you”

“Those bastards…”

“It kind of got to me I guess. Of course the threats of violence had some part in it too, but I really don’t want to get in the way of what you need to do”

“First of all you’re not gettin in my way, and if you were, you wouldn’t be here. Second of all, I’m goin to burn that loud bastard alive”

“That’d be great, but I would rather you not incur the wrath of the rest of them, that’d just lead to more trouble”

“You think I care?” Dabi scoffed.

“Nope, but I thought I’d mention it anyway” you couldn’t help but smirk a little.

Dabi wasn’t going to let this stand. No one threatened his s/o and got away with it.

“I’m gonna go teach that Trumpet guy a lesson, he needs to learn to mind his business” Dabi shouted as he stomped out of the room.

“Oh boy” you muttered to yourself.

Dabi was intent on keeping his word. No one got to tell his partner what to do, well no one other than him.

He marched through the mansion in search of the damned politician, and when he finally got his hands on the man he did what he promised.

“You need to learn to mind your damn business. My relationships are none of your business” Dabi said as he decked the man in the nose.

“I’m just doing what’s best for the cause, you can’t fault me for that” he said as he held his now bloody nose.

“I don’t give a damn about why you did it, just know that you’re not going to do it again, or you’ll regret it” Dabi smiled manically, as he let go of the other man’s collar, making him stumble back.

“No, I won’t do anything, I swear” Trumpet promised.

“You’d better keep your word” Dabi hissed as he left the room. “Idiot”

~Shigaraki Tomura~

It’s not like he was the most attentive or observant guy around, but he wasn’t an idiot. He could feel you’d been getting more and more distant lately. He felt like he hadn’t seen you in days before you finally showed up at the hospital, about a day before he was supposed to start undergoing the experiments the doctor had planned for him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while” he said, staring out the window, not turning to look at you.

“How’d you know it was me?” you asked from the doorway

Shigaraki motioned towards your reflection in the window, still not looking at you.

“I’ve gotta come clean about something” you said as you walked up to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

Shigaraki finally turned to look at you and he was surprised by what he saw. You were teary eyed and looked very upset.

“What is it? Who do I need to hurt?” he asked, with that familiarly malicious glint in his eyes.

You knew his malice wasn’t directed at you, but it still made you a bit nervous because you knew what usually followed. Someone was about to get hurt, badly.

“No, it’s not like that… Well maybe it is partly, but that’s not what I want to talk about” you sniffled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “I thought I could deal with this by myself, just do what he demanded and not cause you any trouble, but…”

“Who demanded?” Shigaraki had a feeling he already knew who you were referring to.

“Re-Destro” you muttered.

“That old man really doesn’t know how to keep his nose out of other people’s business” Shigaraki groaned. “What did he say to you?”

“He doesn’t want me to be with you, apparently I’m getting in the way of your greatness and potential and I have an unwanted influence on you. I don’t want to get in your way so I just kind of tried to stay away from you, the threats of violence added weight to his warning too” you explained reluctantly.

“Did he hurt you?” Shigaraki asked, sounding like he had to force the words from between his teeth.

“No” you lied, really hoping you wouldn’t make the situation any worse. “I just felt like I needed to tell you before whatever the doctor has planned for you, in case something happens…”

You already regretted telling him, because you knew he would gladly retaliate on your behalf even if you told him not to. You should have just kept your mouth shut, but there was no taking it back now.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me, and after it’s all done, I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch to make sure he never even looks your way again” Shigaraki assured.

“That might be overkill” you rolled your eyes with a sniffle. “At least let his serve his purpose in the war, he can die after that”

“You’re too nice to someone who threatened you, he doesn’t deserve it” Shigaraki sighed with an annoyed tone and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure he knows not to come anywhere near you before I’m back”

“Thank you Tomura” you smiled. “Also, I’m not being nice, I’m being practical”

“Whatever you say” he rolled his eyes.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #shigaraki tomura #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

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the-crystal-one · 2 years ago

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Nicest Kids in Town!

Chapter 2

~Baltimore 1960~

It wasn't uncommon for Sandra to be in the detention room. Not because she was a bad student, never that. Mr.Ichbad had a small reputation for sending most of his students to detention halls for numerous reasons, chewing gum, laughing to loud,(being black and proud) blasting music from their stereos and last but not least, not being in your seat before the bell rung.

As Sandra approached the detention doors, she could hear the tunes seeping through the door. Like a light switch, her cheek bones rose and she pushed the door handle, revealing her brother and some other kids she knew. "Now I know y'all don't have detention this early in the day, y'all should be ashamed of ya'selfs." She fake scolded them all as she trekked to the front desk and folded her hands, breaking out in laughter.

Seaweed smiled, holding his hand out to her, "Aw now you know the man is always tryin' to get me down girl." Sandra grabbed his hand and pulled herself up, beginning to dance with him. "Mr.Stubbs what have you done this time to get yo'self 'down' by the man?" She smirked at him and moved her body, like water, with the music.

Her brother's hand flew to his chest and he feigned innocence, "Me?! Nah, I didn't do nothing-" A girl with her curlers still in popped up behind her, "He was playin' his stereo and gettin' fresh with Ms.Malene." Curlers walked away, beginning to take her hair down.

Seaweed smacked his lips and twirled his sister around to distract her from the situation at hand. "Let's focus on things that actually matter...Your Hair!" He softly pulled on one of Sandra's curls. She gasped and smacked his hand. "Boy I know what I'm doin'! How about you worry about one of these little girls you're around here chasing." He pushed her shoulder and went back to dancing. Sandra joined him and hummed along with the beat of the music.

~Timeskip through the day~ Sandra had finally slicked her hair back, leaving the back of her afro out to appease her and her mother. In the time that it took her to do that, a short chubby white girl, had entered the room. She looked a bit frazzled but that was usual when non black people entered the detention room. As Seaweed spun to the music, she crept around the crowd of people. Sandra brushed her off as nothing and began to glide her hands down her front half, following her brother's move.

"Can I help you?" Derek, a lightskinned brotha in the corner of the class asked the girl, turning his neck down to look at her. She watched the two siblings in awe, "That moves swish!" Derek broke out into a smile and turned his head back to Seaweed and Saucy. "Got that right."

"The man can diet me on a diet of detention, so long as he don't starve me of my tunes baby!" Seaweed turned to the girl and Saucy did the same, gliding over to her. Tracey look at the brown skinned woman and smiled. "Does this dance have a name?" Sandra nodded and shimmied around the small woman, "Mhmmm, he calls it 'The Peyton Place after midnight'." She lightly shook the girl with tall black hair.

"I use to uh, attract the opposite sex." Seaweed shimmed and began strutting towards the girl and his sister. "Wow, that is so groovy." The teenager watched as the boy spin slowly and hold his hand out to her. "You're really good!" She kept awing over him, Saucy on the other side of her couldn't take it anymore because she could see her big headed brother's ego boost with every compliment. "Why thank you." She smiled and pondered for a second, "So would it be something like this?" He looked over at his sister and pulled her over, beginning his dance again, but this time, the chubby girl joined in. "Hey I know where I've seen you two before!" Saucy and Seaweed looked over at each other as smiles grew on their faces, "Oh yeah?" Seaweed's movements didn't halt for a moment. Saucy on the other hand took the chance to catch her breath and lean against a desk, "Where?"

Tracey's smile grew twenty sizes as she began fawning over the two "stars", "On Corny's show on negro day! Negro day is the best I wish everyday were negro day!" Saucy couldn't contain her roaring laughter. Seaweed and Tracey began to circle one another, "At our house, it is." The room followed suit in Saucy's action and burst out in chuckles and giggles.

As the laughter continued, Tracey stood, looking up at Seaweed and then at Saucy, "Hey...Show me another one?" Seaweed's arm draped over his older sister (by a couple of months) shoulder, "Oh you wanna see another one?" Saucy's hip poked out and she looked to her brother, "Oh I think she wants to see another one."

"Well," Seaweed began, "Here's a little somethin' signified to say, 'Hello, My name is Seaweed J. ," He pulled Tracey closer with an invisible rope. "Stubbs." The room oh'd and awe'd. Saucy sat back giggled at the current actions and sat up on a desk, swinging her feet to and fro. "What's your's girl?" She called out. "I'm Tray! Cee! Turn! Blad!" The entire room erupted in joy and shock, "You betta get it white girl!"

"Well Tracey, you got it goin' on girl, and before she forgets, the elegant, the lovely, the wonderful," Saucy rolled her eyes as her brother drew out her introduction out, "The always amazing, Sandra "Saucy" Stubbs." The room once again went up in arms, probably disturbing the already peeved teachers.

She waved them all off, "Anyhow, Tracey baby, you one of us now." She gave her a wink and the girl smirked to her. "You're goin' this program already in progress!" Her hips rotated and that caused Sandra to hop off of the desk, bumping Tracey with her own hips.

"Let's go." Seaweed spoke to Tracey as Derek cranked the music back up. Everyone gave themselves space and started dancing, loud and proud.

Unbeknownst to them all, peeking through the glass of the window were two, rather nosey, white boys. Very entrapped by the small teenager, gyrating around without a care in the world.

As the door slowly creaked open, Sandra straightened herself out and cleared her throat.

Seaweed on the other hand didn't notice, "So how you likin' detention?" Tracey's hips moved fluidly, "I'm a bad bad girl who needs to be punished!" She smacked herself on the rear end. Sandra nudged her sibling and nodded towards the door, making him cover his mouth to laugh. Tracey turned her head to the door to see Link Larken and another male staring right back at her.

A beat went by.

"Hey you know...Corny's hosting the hop tomorrow, if he saw you dancing like that he'd put you in the show." The two Black children stood between the other white ones, watching this painfully awkward moment, just before the bell rung Tracy nodded her head, brushing past Link.

"Sorry little darlin', hope I didn't dent your do." He stalked out of the detention room and Saucy looked at Tracey. "Well, you have a good time, we'll see you...eventually." She grabbed her brother's hand and yanked him out of the classroom. ~Chapter 3~

#x black fem reader #x black reader #x woc!reader #corny collins #corny collins x black reader #hairspray x black reader #x Stubbs!reader #TheCrystalOneWrites

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thelastspeecher · 2 years ago

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Okay I finally got around to writing up the next thing for my Foster Ford AU. I, uh, I already knew exactly what I wanted to write (I drive a lot for work and come up with fic stuff during those drives), but Life kept me from actually writing it down. But here it is! Happy Saturday. :)

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Stan was finishing up dinner by the time his wife, Angie, walked into their house. He looked over his shoulder.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey yourself,” Angie said cheekily. She slipped her shoes off, placing them in the basket by the door. “Somethin’ smells good.”

“It’s just pasta.”

“And?” Angie asked pointedly. “Does it bein’ pasta mean it shouldn’t smell good?” Stan turned back to the stove, hiding a smile.

Love when she tells me off in that sexy southern accent of hers.

“Sorry it took me so long to get home,” Angie continued. She sighed heavily. “It took me forever to finish gradin’ my students’ labs, and after I finished those, I had to clean some cages.”

“It’ll be good practice for that zoo job you’ve got lined up after you graduate,” Stan said.

“Oh please, I don’t need any practice cleanin’ after animals,” Angie scoffed. “I grew up on a farm, ‘member? I’ve been cleanin’ after animals since I was old enough to hold a broom. I just wish I could get home sooner. I hate to leave ya with all the food prep.”

“Eh, you and Shermie taught me enough kitchen stuff to keep me from setting things on fire,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie chuckled. “Sit down. I’ll bring you dinner.” Stan scooped pasta into a bowl, sprinkled cheese on top, and then brought it to Angie sitting on the couch in the adjacent living room. As he handed the bowl over to her, Angie raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are ya tryin’ to butter me up for?”

“Why do you assume I’m trying to butter you up?”

“You even put the cheese on fer me.” Angie cocked her head. “Somethin’s on yer mind.”

“You can see right through me,” Stan mumbled. He shooed the cat off the couch, then sat next to Angie. “I told you about this kid at school, Stan.”

“Yes. You did.” Angie set her bowl on the coffee table, on top of an old National Geographic magazine. “Poor thing’s in foster care, right?”

“Yeah.” Stan took a deep breath. “And…there’s a pretty big thing I haven’t mentioned about him.”

“What?”

“He looks exactly like my twin brother.”

“You’ve got a twin brother?” Angie asked. Stan winced. “Stanley Pines, we’re married! And we’ve known each other how long? Why would ya keep such a big secret from me?” She crossed her arms. “Ya better have a good reason.”

“I do.”

“Then spill.”

“Ford – that’s my twin’s name – and I were pretty close growing up. I mean, we’re twins. Sorta required. But in high school, well, it all got ruined.”

“How?”

“He did this science fair project that caught the attention of some fancy school on the other side of the country. He was…he was gonna leave me behind. And I- I got angry.”

“Oh, no,” Angie said quietly. “In yer anger, did ya do somethin’ ya regret?”

“Yes,” Stan said quietly. Angie gasped. “Not- whatever you’re thinking, it’s not that bad. I went to the school where Ford’s experiment was and, okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but I shouted at it for taking my brother away from me.”

“That don’t sound stupid.”

“Yeah, you named your violin.”

“Fiddle, and she came with the name.”

“You’re just making my point for me,” Stan said. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. So, ya went to yell at the experiment. Don’t sound too bad.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not done yet.” Angie gestured for him to continue. “I- I got angry and I hit the table it was on and the next thing I knew it was smoking and wasn’t moving and-” Stan shook his head. He could feel hot guilt pulsing at the base of his neck, like it always did when he thought about that day. “I thought I fixed it. So I didn’t tell Ford.”

“You didn’t tell- you thought you fixed it?” Angie asked incredulously. “What kind of project was this?”

“Uh, I think it was called a perpetual motion machine,” Stan said, scratching his chin idly. When Angie didn’t say anything, he looked at her. She was gaping, shocked. “What?”

“Yer brother made a workin’ perpetual motion machine?” she squeaked. Stan nodded. She began to tug on her hair. “You- what- how?”

“Hey, what have I told you about leaving your hair alone?” Stan said playfully, pulling her hands away from her hair. “It’s too pretty to get all torn out.” Angie put her head in her hands. “Is a perpetual motion machine a big thing?”

“Yes. It is.”

“I’m kinda surprised you know what it is. I thought your brother was the one who makes machines.”

“He is.” Angie dragged her hands down her face. “But ya don’t need to be an engineer to know perpetual motion machines ain’t s’pposed to be possible!”

“Yeah, Ford- Ford’s pretty smart.”

“Sounds like it.” Angie shook her head. “Okay. You thought you fixed a perpetual motion machine- now that’s just a crazy sentence what came out of my mouth. What happened next?”

“I didn’t tell Ford. I didn’t want him to think I did it on purpose. Of course, that’s what he thought when it turned out I didn’t actually fix it. Don’t think it needs to be said, but I’ll say it anyway. He didn’t get into the fancy school. At home, we got into a big fight over it and my Pops kicked me out.”

“Over a broken science fair project?” Angie asked softly.

“Honestly, I think he was just looking for an excuse to get rid of me.”

“How old were ya?”

“Seventeen.”

“Oh, Lordy,” Angie breathed. She put a hand on Stan’s knee. “Darlin’…”

“That’s why I was living with Shermie when we met,” Stan continued, trying to ignore the tears beginning to prick the corners of his eyes. “He heard what happened, tracked me down, and thanks to him, I got my GED, got a community college degree, and met you.” Stan smiled at Angie. Angie returned the expression. It was the same sweet smile she made the day they met in the coffee shop, when she realized Stan had put extra whipped cream on her hot chocolate. As a barista, it was what he usually did to flirt with pretty ladies, but even then, when Angie smiled at him, he knew she was different.

“I see why ya didn’t mention him to me ‘fore,” Angie said. She squeezed Stan’s knee. “But in the future, please, share these things. I know they aren’t pleasant, but we’re married. I’m here to help ya shoulder the burden of the unhappy things. You do that with me. Let me do that with you.”

“No promises.”

“Oh, Stan,” Angie sighed. She shook her head. “What am I goin’ to do with ya? Ya need to be willin’ to be more emotionally vulnerable.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. Especially if my suspicions as to why ya brought up this kid at school what looks like yer twin are correct.”

“Can’t pull the wool over your eyes.”

“Nope.” Angie leaned back, crossing her arms. “Now, either confirm or deny my theory. Why’d ya bring him up? More specifically, why’d ya bring up the fact he looks so much like yer twin brother?”

“All right. No beating around the bush.” Stan took a deep breath. “I think he’s Ford’s son.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did I confirm or deny?”

“Confirm.”

“Figured.”

“Do ya have any other evidence supportin’ this idea?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” Angie said. Stan nodded. “I’m interested in hearin’ it, then.”

“When I realized there was a kid at school who looked just like Ford and even had the same name-”

“Wait.” Angie held up a hand. “I thought you said the kid was named Stan.”

“It’s short for Stanford. So is Ford,” Stan explained. Angie steepled her fingers thoughtfully. “What?”

“Yer parents named their twin sons Stanley ‘n Stanford.”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet sarsaparilla.”

“You don’t have any right to talk about names, Banjolina.”

“Ugh. Fair.” Angie waved her hand. “Continue.”

“Anyways, when I realized this kid looked like Ford and even had the same name, I asked Shermie if he’d heard from Ford recently. He said he hadn’t, but that he would check with Mom. Mom told him Ford hadn’t called her in almost two years.”

“Huh. Unless that’s typical of him, I’d consider that to be rather concernin’.”

“Apparently, he called Mom every week, unless he was too busy. But he always called her at least once a month,” Stan said. Angie nodded slowly. “So, yeah, concerning. He was doing research in some town in Oregon called Gravity Falls when he dropped off the face of the Earth. Guess where the kid at school was found.”

“Gravity Falls?”

“Bingo.” Stan ran a hand through his hair. “I just- it can’t be a coincidence!”

“Stranger things have happened,” Angie mumbled. She frowned. “Is yer twin the kind of person to abandon his son? When you’ve mentioned him ‘fore, you’ve said he was abandoned.”

“No. Ford’s not the kinda person to just leave his kid and skip town.” Stan looked down at the floor, a sudden tight feeling in his chest. “At least. Not the Ford I knew. I think- Shermie said that Ford was doing research in the woods in Gravity Falls. I think Ford probably brought his kid on some hike with him. Something happened to Ford, but his kid got away and was found wandering around.”

“Research? What kind?”

“Dunno.” Stan paused. He looked at Angie. “Do you think it’s relevant?” Angie shrugged.

“Could be. Was a missin’ person report ever formally filed fer yer twin?”

“Shermie said Mom called the cops after a year without anything from Ford. The cops didn’t see anything suspicious at Ford’s place, and some lumberjack and his wife said they were looking after the place while Ford was gone.”

“Then the answer is no,” Angie said.

“I think so, yeah. The lumberjack and his wife made it sound like Ford would be back eventually.”

“I get the feelin’ these cops might not be stellar at their job,” Angie said idly. She smirked. “Love it when the pigs are incompetent.”

“Moses, Angie, I’m trying to be serious, and you’re saying something stupid sexy,” Stan said playfully. Angie laughed. “I agree, though.”

“About the cops in Gravity Falls bein’ bad or that cops what don’t know what they’re doin’ are the best?”

“Both. I mean, this kid at school, his last name isn’t even Pines! I bet the cops misheard him or something.”

“Or that’s the last name of his mother,” Angie suggested. Stan rubbed his chin.

“That’s possible, yeah. Ford’s not a relationship kinda guy. Maybe this kid was from a one-night-stand or something and the mom dropped him off with Ford.”

“Did anyone in yer fam’ly suspect yer twin to have a child?”

“Uh. No. But even though Ford called Mom all the time, he didn’t tell her much. Just that he was eating well and getting exercise. And honestly, I don’t blame him for wanting to keep a kid secret from her. She’d go nuts and make it a whole thing.”

“I see,” Angie murmured. Stan scowled at the expression on her face. She wasn’t convinced.

“You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just think it could all be a coincidence.”

“Ang, you don’t get it! This kid is a frickin’ genius like Ford and seriously, he looks just like him. Extra fingers and everything!” Stan protested. Angie blinked.

“…Pardon?”

“What are you pardoning?”

“Extra…”

“…fingers. Yeah. Probably shoulda led with that, huh?”

“Holy horseradish.” Angie leaned in, excitement suddenly sparkling in her brilliant blue eyes. “Stanley, you’ve got a twin brother what’s a polydactyl?”

“Is that the fancy science word for extra fingers?” Stan asked. Angie nodded. “Then yes.”

“That’s astonishin’! In what way is he a polydactyl? Ya said extra fingers. Is it a fully formed, fully functional extra digit?” Angie asked intently.

“Yeah.”

“Is it his pinky finger, his thumb, or one of the middle three?”

“I don’t-”

“And ya said fingers, plural. How many extra does he have?”

“Two. One on each hand.”

“Are his hands symmetrical?”

“Yes.”

“Golly gee.” Angie shook her head. “That’s- okay, polydactyly ain’t exactly common to begin with. But most polydactyls don’t got a full extra finger, they got an extra nubbin. And then addin’ perfect symmetry on top of that? That’s an incredibly rare case!”

“The doctors said something like that when we were kids,” Stan mumbled.

“Does polydactyly run in yer fam’ly? Do either of yer parents have it?”

“No.”

“Then it must be an in utero mutation-”

“Angie,” Stan said firmly. Angie stopped mid-sentence. “I love it when you get all excited about science. But we need to focus.”

“Right. Right. Sorry.” Angie smiled sheepishly. “It can be dif’cult to turn off biology mode sometimes.”

“Since Ford’s…polydactyly is such a rare kind, does that help my case, since the kid at school has it the same way?” Stan asked. Angie frowned thoughtfully.

“The fact they share a rare version of polydactyly, to me, ain’t as significant as the fact they share bein’ polydactyls of any sort. Polydactyly has what we call variable expressivity. It can show up a lot of dif’rent ways, and just ‘cause two folks who have it are related, it don’t mean they’ll have it in the same way.”

“Huh?”

“Think about it this way,” Angie said. “I got blonde hair, right?” Stan nodded. “And so do two of my brothers. But only one of ‘em has hair the same shade as mine. Same sort of principle applies to polydactyly.”

“You’re dumbing it down for me, aren’t you?” Stan asked. Angie tilted her head one way, then the other way.

“…Maybe. But it helped ya understand what I was gettin’ at, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

“Good! So, sharin’ the exact same kind of polydactyly don’t necessarily mean relation. But sharin’ polydactyly in general could! It’s pretty rare and generally dominant, so assumin’ yer twin is heterozygous fer it, any offspring of his would have a 50% chance of bein’ polydactyls too.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I don’t think yer barkin’ up the wrong tree,” Angie said. Stan felt tension he didn’t know he was carrying leave his shoulders. “We can reach out to Stan’s foster parents and ask to get in touch with the CPS officer in charge of his case. Let ‘em do their own investigation and see what happens.”

“Yeah.” Stan ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. We’ll do that. And if it turns out this kid, Stan, if he’s actually Ford’s son…”

“We do what we need to become foster parents,” Angie said quietly, “and we take him in.”

“Ang…”

“It’s better fer kids to be placed with fam’ly when possible. And since yer already close to the boy, it’d be the easiest adjustment fer him to stay with us.” When Stan didn’t say anything, Angie cocked her head. “I know that was what ya wanted to do when ya started this conversation.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting you to agree to it so quickly.” Stan managed a weak smirk. “Guess I didn’t need to butter you up after all.”

“Now, who can say whether that cheese on my pasta was the determinin’ factor?” Angie teased. “Speakin’ of…” She turned back to her dinner. “Dr. Whiskers!”

“Darn it, cat, don’t eat that!” Stan snapped, shooing the cat away from the bowl of pasta it had already made a dent in. Dr. Whiskers meowed plaintively, hopped off the coffee table, and sauntered away. “Ugh. I’ll get you a new one.”

“We should prob’ly try to teach Dr. Whiskers to stop eatin’ our food,” Angie said idly as Stan got up from the couch. “That ain’t the first time he’s pulled this.”

“Yeah.” Stan looked around. “Where’s the spray bottle?”

“I think I put it in the bathroom after we finished with yer trainin’,” Angie answered. When Stan got hired as a teacher, he recruited Angie to help him stave off his habit of swearing so that he didn’t upset any parents by letting a four-letter word slip. The method Angie went with was unconventional, to be sure, but effective.

“Still can’t believe you sprayed me with water any time I swore.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“A little too well,” Stan muttered. He didn’t even really swear at home anymore. “Wonder if we can use it if the kid causes trouble.”

“No,” Angie said immediately.

“What, you can spray me but you draw the line at a kid?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” Stan grinned at Angie. “I knew you were mom material.” Angie smiled.

“And yer goin’ to make an amazin’ father.”

“Damn straight,” Stan said firmly. Angie raised an eyebrow. “…Darn straight.”

#fanfiction #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Foster Ford AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stangie #sorry Ford isn't actually in this one #he'll be in the next one probably #(I shouldn't have started doing all this for this AU #I have multichaps to work on!)#also I know I actually got a couple followers from my Foster Ford stuff #so for those of you who arrived for that reason here is your introduction to my darling OC Angie #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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bapydemonprincess · 1 year ago

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A Comparison

"So... Wot's it like?" Mey quietly brought up.

Bardroy was sitting cross-legged looking over the newspaper and was not looking up.

"Wot's wot like?" He answered, monotone, unbothered.

"Y'know..... y'knoooow...."

....

Bardroy looked up, not at her but out into space, as his bushy old eyebrows practically flattened over his eyesockets.

He sighed.

"No, I don' know, Mey," He went on, "please, by all means, explain wot the 'ell yer tryin' t'ask."

"Ohhhh," He heard the young woman groan. The same type of frustrated noise she made when she'd make a big mess on accident.

"Y'know exactly wot I mean, you do! Don't try an' deny it now, Bard!"

"Well, there could be a dozen or so things you could be referrin' to, Mey, an' I'm up in arms, knowin' if I get it wrong you'll be even madder, so-"

"YOU AN' LAU, BARD!!!"

Mey had shot up from her seat, making the old wooden chair groan obnoxiously as it was pushed back, while she banged her fists down on the old wooden table out of pure unbridled frustration.

"...."

Mey, frozen in her table pounding pose, was turning red.

Bardroy slowly tilted his head. Slowly. Verrrry slowly. To look at her from the corner with one very knowing eye.

"Wot about us, Mey,"

His tone had changed to demanding, if subtley.

He wanted her to elaborate now on this.

...

Or else.

"O-Oh, I- I mean-.."

Mey Rin looked ready to shrink to the size of a mouse, straightening up at once and both hands curled in and pressed at her mouth.

"I-I.. I just... w-wondered, is all.. H-How you two... how.."

Bardroy sighed louder, and straightened up himself. Uncrossing his legs, he turned to throw the newspaper onto the table after he'd sloppily folded it back up.

"Mey, fer th'love of christ, do I even look like I can go into details 'bout that sorta thing?! C'MON now!"

And even his face was getting red. Maybe even more than hers!

"O-Ohh, I'm sorry, Bard, I really am!!" Mey cried, and looked down at her hands as she started twiddling her fingers as she carried on rambling.

"You guys have been together for goin' on two months now, you 'ave, so.. s-so I figure that was long enough that you'd be all nice and comfortable with talkin' about those things, you would... Like.. L-Like how me an' Sebastian are, you know?? I mean, I wouldn't go on about it with any old person I'd just met, no I wouldn't, but-"

"'OLD ON NOW, WOT THE 'ELL ARE YOU GOIN' ON ABOUT, NOW??"

Bardroy roared as he interrupted the maid's monologue about... her and Sebastian's own affair for some reason...??? He hadn't the faintest why she'd say such a thing.. even if to one of the servants!!

Mey Rin blinked as if waking from a daze.

Then promptly gave him a look.

"W-What d-do you mean what am I goin' on about, I- I'm talkin' about our courtin' an' the cuddlin' an'-an'... y'know, all the lovey stuff couples do!!!"

She looked so offended that he'd interrupt her explanation and not understand why she was curious about his own current standing with his lover!

Bard just blinked, frustration becoming bewilderment... and then turning into what must be even MORE embarrassment.

Oh christ this girl... THAT'S what she was askin'?? THAT??? N-NOT... WHAT I THOUGHT...

Bardroy once again turned away in his chair, hunched in all the way, and shoved his face into both his hands.

FEELING the BURNING of his RED FACE.

"...Bard...??" Mey asked. Just.. confused now.

"Bardroy, Mey, it's time to end your break n-"

Sebastian took a step into the kitchen, only to get a very peculiar view of Mey Rin standing up, slightly reaching over the table as if hesitantly wanting to touch Bard. And Bard.. was hunched in with his hands covering his face. Which looked all red for some reason...

Had the American been weeping or was he embarrassed??

"Did something... happen here?" The butler cautiously asked.

"U-Um, well.." Mey trailed off as if she wasn't sure...

And Bardroy sighed.

"Nope. Not a thing. Justa... lil' misunderstandin'..."

But the redder and sweatier his face became, the more Sebastian had a feeling it wasn't so little.

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #mey rin #bardroy #bard #lau #sebamey #bardlau #my writing #Oh Bard and you thought Mey's mind was dirty~ 😏

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voidthewanderer · 10 months ago

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Private: 5 Arsenic x Crow. Hier sind Kekse (lol).

@bleumanouche || Location Based Smut Prompts

Private #5: bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.

Sorry this took so long! Gaming brain worms took over!

So, fun fact, this was almost a scenario that these two were nearly in before the war. Crow is the baker of the couple and Arsenic was just... very horny about this exact scenario happening for some reason? Like, it's been a scenario that's played out in his head way more than he'd ever admit. Some plot stuff for their story too. I just don't want to keep putting it off because it's taking me forever to write A Different Life.

MDNI🔞: 18 + CONTENT UNDER CUT Word Count: 1,857

All was quiet when Crow was able to sneak down the stairs of the house. It’d been a long time coming, them finally getting a house of their own within The Slog. Yeah, it wasn’t large by any means, a little two story; two bedroom, one bath. But, it was still something. It’d been the first home Crow ever actually owned and they wanted to do something special to sort of christen the home. The first thing that came to their mind? Bake a cake.

It wasn’t going to be anything big; they’d taken on of the seven inch pans from the main kitchen to make a little cake just for them and Arsenic. Hell, it probably wasn’t even going to be anything fancy. Knowing their partner? He’d try to turn it into some sort of sexual tease. The thought made them snicker to themself; that had been a big part of the start of their relationship. Crow had taken an avid interest in baking while still in school, though never went further than advanced optional classes. They just didn’t have the money to go to college for anything like that. The overall humor too of a chef and a baker ultimately winding up together; two very clashing styles having to share a single kitchen.

Arsenic never really bothered them too much when they’d bake in the apartment; just little teases here and there. His favorite extremely overused joke? Why not pass the time and get something else baking? It only made it funnier to their vehement desires to keep that child-free status, but it was still the same joke almost every single time.

“You’d make a good dad with those god awful jokes.” Crow’d always return with. It was worth it to get to see him flustered and stumble over his words, almost always muttering something along the lines of “Didn’t mean it like that…” The redness that crept across his face as he tried to hide his almost embarrassment for falling for that trap every single time.

He hadn’t made jokes quite like that in a long time, especially since they’d finally taken that plunge into that stage of their relationship. Granted, at the time, there was only the communal kitchen, but regardless… Crow did miss that joke in particular a bit. Perhaps it had just been the tone in his voice, the humor of the irony of it…

They didn’t want to dwell on the thought too long, knowing it would ultimately wind up upsetting them. Thankfully, it was still fairly early in the morning, Arsenic was still asleep. Nobody, outside of the guards, were awake (or rather should have been). Crow made sure the curtains were still drawn before getting to work, dry ingredients in one bowl, wet in other. The careful combining… making sure it wasn’t overworked, but that any clumps were broken up… Getting the oven preheated during the whole process.

It had been nice to be able to get the cake batter actually made up and prepped without having Arsenic hanging off of them. They knew he really did want to better his own baking skills, but they just wanted to bake out of the joy of the art, not to teach. They hadn’t even realized that they were being watched from across the room as they bent over to put the cake into the oven; nearly jumping out of their scarred skin when their spectator gave a whistle.

“Arsen! God damn it, I’m not exact-”

“Dressed? Yeah, I can see that,” he chuckled, “What, nude bakin’ a new thing ya tryin’? ‘Cause I’m gonna want front row seats from now on.”

“I just didn’t feel like getting dressed, I’m not messy when I bake and I’m careful around the oven when someone isn’t scaring the crap outta me.” And the curtains were still drawn, so it wasn’t like there were any prying eyes.

They set a timer, finally looking over to Arsenic. He’d cleared the room quickly, pulling them into a brief twirl before trapping them between the counter and his own bare frame. They were only able to make a soft noise as he quickly connected his lips to theirs, his hands releasing the counter and going to wander their frame. They pressed their hands up against his collarbone, lightly pushing upward. He took this silent request easily, his hands hooking their thighs as he lifted them to be seated onto the counter, breaking the kiss for a moment, “First mornin’ in th’ house an’ we’re bein’ a couple a horny fucks, ain’t we?”

“No,” Crow tapped the tip of their finger to the ridge of Arsenic’s remaining nose, “You’re being a horny fuck. I’m baking a cake.”

They watched the smirk form on his lips, them already starting to laugh, knowing exactly what was coming next.

“Wanna get somethin’ else bakin’ in th’ meantime?”

“I mean, you can try as hard as you want, don’t think anything’s gonna be baking in there anymore.”

Crow noticed the falter in his smile, their own fading, “Oh… oh honey…”

“I mean… We didn’t want ‘em… Just… kinda hits different when it ain’t possible anymore.”

“And thoughts can change, you know that,” Crow locked their legs around his waist, pulling him close so they could kiss his good cheek, “I’m not gonna lie and say I never thought about it. You made the same joke every single time I’d bake in the apartment. Eventually the brain worms were gonna happen. My sister didn’t help either.”

Arsenic pressed his lips to the side of their neck, a small, content sigh sounding from the smaller ghoul. They let out a whimper as they felt his teeth lightly rake along their skin. He shifted enough to be able to look at them, his smile returning as he watched their face slowly shifting from their content pleasure back to a more neutral expression. Crow cupped his face in their hands, lightly brushing their thumbs along his jawline, “Never said you couldn’t try though. Just because it can’t happen, doesn’t make the thought or actions any less enticing.”

He chuckled, one hand shifting to rub against them; him watching them tense slightly before biting their lip. There was caution in his movement, first only just rubbing his rough fingers against them. They tucked their chin towards their neck, shutting their eyes for a moment before letting out a quiet, “Please…”

They’d barely finished the word when they felt two fingers press inside of them; slowly pumping them inside as best as he could given their positions. Crow took a sharp breath at the feeling; this wasn’t something they frequently did. Arsenic was definitely more of an oral sex person for non-traditional sex, but this was also good. He never had to finger them long, something about the action rising a quick, small climax. He savored feeling their pussy clenching around his fingers as they let out a whimper with pleasure.

“Arsen…”

“Easy…”

He pulled them from the counter, glancing to the timer for a moment. He’d been surprised that only five minutes had passed… twenty five minutes was more than enough time for what he wanted to do. Crow went easily with Arsenic’s movements, following him easily to the kitchen table. He chuffed softly lightly pressing their belly against the table, “Haven’t done it like this in a long time…”

“Don’t think we’ve ever been like this,” Crow hummed, bracing one arm against the wood as they felt Arsenic’s hand cup against their hip. He chuckled, “No… don’t mean I haven’t before.”

“Arsen.”

He was quick to bury his cock inside of them, a shaky whimper escaping their lips. He kept his thrusts steady, a careful eye on Crow, making sure he didn’t get carried away. He watched as they took a soft breath, pressing back against his hip every so often. He arched over Crow slightly, free hand gripping a breast as he pressed his lips to the back of their neck, “Fuck… you’re so beautiful.”

“Keep going…”

“Pace yourself.”

A small squeeze and his hand slowly slid down their belly, resting on their midriff. He pressed himself completely inside, finger lightly tracing the small mound that pressed outward, “Fuck, I love this. Wonder if ya did it before ya went ghoul.”

“Oh fuck…” A small moan followed Crow’s words, bowing their head down, other hand bracing against the table. Arsenic chuckled softly, giving a particularly rough thrust. They let out another moan, arching themself up against Arsenic’s chest. His hand shifted once more, arm bracing against their shoulder.

The new position made him ease slightly, though, he was much more preoccupied with Crow themself. A hand lightly touched his, fingers curling around his own, guiding the limb towards their throat. He gave some resistance, trying to redirect their energy with a rough thrust. They bit their lip, “Please.”

“Not. Yet.”

“I want to try.”

“I said no.”

He pulled his hand down, gripping their chest once more, lips pressed against their neck. His teeth grazed their leathered skin once more. He felt their breath quicken, pulse racing. Lips still pressed against their neck as he spoke, “I just want you right now…”

“Which you have…”

“No kinks… no perversions… just… you.”

A thrust in and he felt their legs shake slightly with pleasure. Another thrust was met with a whimper, Crow pressing back against Arsenic. His voice was a low croon in their ear, “There we go…”

“Oh, Arsen…”

A tongue lightly brushed along their ear, lips pressing just behind the cup of it. Emotions flooded the smaller, rolling their head back into Arsenic’s shoulder as they let out a rather loud moan. Arsenic tried his hardest to keep himself steady in his final moments, savoring the moment when he finally released. This moment wasn’t something he’d wanted to end… The emotions that rushed through both of them… it felt so much more than anything he’d ever felt before.

He pressed his forehead against the back of Crow’s neck, taking a breath before moving slightly to kiss it. They made a soft noise as his lips brushed against their skin, going to rest against the table. Arsenic carefully pulled himself away from his partner, lightly running a finger down their spine, watching their muscles twitch as his finger hit each ridge, “Fuck, I wish I could get some more meat on you…”

“You like it,” they gave a soft laugh, taking a breath before slowly going to stand upright. He hummed, “I know… but still. Know what happened an’ all… Sucks that I can’t.”

The timer went off for the oven and Crow couldn’t help but laugh, “Certainly didn’t feel like it was that long.”

“’M not sure I should take that as a compliment or an insult,” Arsenic laughed as well. It had been just about thirty minutes. Crow popped up onto their tip-toes to kiss him, “Compliment. If that’s what it takes for thirty minutes to pass, I’ll take it any day.”

A hand splayed across their belly before snaking around their waist, “An’ I’ll be glad t’ give it t’ ya.”

#shut it void #friend talk #bleumanouche #oc: crow holiday #oc: arsenic #arsenicxcrow #otp: a different life #*void's writing

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theothermaidoftarth · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by @gwenllian-in-the-abbey. Please keep these writing tag games coming, they’re so fun!

How many works do you have on AO3?

3 works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

56,829

3. What fandoms do you write for?

House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood/ASOIAF

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have 3 fics so far and from ascending to descending order, the kudos count is: Sorrow, The Favoured, and Song for Evermore

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I like to engage with my readers, especially as I’m not writing niche areas so don’t get very many (the reason I dusted off this tumblr a couple months ago, in fact). So I like to show my appreciation of their appreciation

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Sorrow, sort of. It’s just angsty all around (poor Baela)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It has to be a tie between The Favoured and Song for Evermore — they have the same ending in the sense that both sets of couple have gotten together and have the world ahead of them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven’t on ao3 (ff.net though…)

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. Non-explicit (not too sure how to answer this one, haha, I’m not big into the smut scene generally #justacethings)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t on my ao3 (unless blending book! and show!canon could count)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Daeron “the Daring” Targaryen x Baela Targaryen — I’ve said it before on here but they are my reverse gender Braime! And (book!)Brienne x Jaime is hands down my top otp of all time, in any fandom

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Not related to a published fic (yet). But an ASOIAF au where Brienne of Tarth was born into House Baratheon, canonical blonde looks and all. I’m a massive Brienne fan and I wanted to see what would happen if I took her and made her one of the foremost ladies in the realm, in the public eye even more than other noble ladies due to being the king’s sister after Robert’s Rebellion. And how I could do it while retaining as much of her canon personality as possible, and incorporating the inevitable butterfly effects of a blonde Baratheon girl born while Aerys was on the throne. Such fun. I have about a third of it written and sort of know how I want to finish it but I’ve stalled majorly on the middle parts of the story — the butterfly effects are quite something to wrangle through and make a reasonable, logical plot out of. As such it’s been sitting in my notes for about two years (long before HoTD aired which I mention as some people in-world in the fic believe Brienne is a bastard and she’s compared to the Strong boys — she’s one hundred percent trueborn but genetics just kinda let her down: she looks like a blend of various relatives, and does look like her parents but, aside from eye colour, build and height, the resemblance is subtle and overlooked by most). It was originally supposed to be a oneshot (story of my life). Something tells me I should just write and post that oneshot but I do like the expanded themes that I’m able to explore in a multi-chapter (which is why I have so many unposted, half-finished wip multi-chaps in general clogging up my notes, and why I mostly write and post oneshots). Right now I’m working on a long oneshot which follows the basic premise but takes one of the Brienne pairings from it in a different direction to the original. So an AU of an AU. (The pairing is Brienne x Willas Tyrell for anyone interested.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

My character work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Being concise. I sometime ramble a little as I get into the character’s head too much and so it takes away from the plot sometimes, from the punch of the dialogue, so I’m trying to improve on that while still keeping the gist of what I want to convey

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do not usually (as I’m far from fluent in High Valyrian) but if I was writing from a real-world language, I would give context clues as to what was said nearby. As a reader I’ve always found it confusing and immersion breaking to see untranslated dialogue in the body of the text, especially if there isn’t a translation provided in the endnotes. So I don’t like to do that myself since I like to write what I’d like to read.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

House of the Dragon (ff.net is a different story)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Song for Evermore. I just wanted more show!Baela appreciation (and honestly more depth to her as a character since hotd so far is not it) and I was intrigued by how Daeron could be introduced and incorporated while keeping relatively to show!canon where he hasn’t even been mentioned once. I wondered why that was in-world, and how things would change if he had been introduced in s1 — the boy described as the gentlest of Viserys’ sons, the one who was charming and kind but not a leader and with a dash of darkness beneath the surface, pulled out when those he loves are in danger. What were the family dynamics at play around him, both in the Red Keep and Oldtown? How would his presence potentially change things?

Add in my love of crack/rare pairs and my idea (and word count, haha) snowballed from there. I didn’t incorporate or fully develop every idea or headcanon I had as I’m saving that for other Baela fics, in particular another Baela/Daeron fic and I didn’t want to be too repetitive (though since they are in a hinge poly with Aemond in the other one, things are already quite different there, that’s for sure).

Tagging: @richardsthirdnipple @mejcinta @daylander1000

I’m not sure who else writes on ao3 who hasn’t been tagged already by another mutual (which happens so much with tag games, so I never know who to tag, haha) but whoever hasn’t been and wants to participate, feel free to tag me in your post!

#writing tag #tag game #ao3 #fanfic ask game #about me

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blkkizzat · 5 months ago

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Hiii babes <33 I'm back with another long message bc i cant shut up so buckle up ig hsjsjs

Not the hand in the panties reading the Naoya fics LMAOOO bc deadass me on this blog soooo…. When i say i had 2 minutes until my morning alarm while i was reading plug!choso and i turned that shit off and went back to reading like, the all nighter was worth it!! It's the weekend so im deadass trying to re-read it again and take it in properly now that im not sleep deprived hehe

FRRRR the nicki quote like deadass im tryna be someone villain origin story LMFAO. Nahhh because it's always the cheating fics or virgin reader fics that are phD level written and i can Not read those personally lmaoooo. I got too much fire in my chart to deal with that bullshittery 😭

No bc why do i kinda love unredeemable reader??? Like yes girl be on ur thot shit AND get the man !!! It's fiction!!! Pop out!!! Istg every time i think of that scene in plug!choso where she humiliates him and its deadass 'everyones watching her but shes looking at you' Like choso is soooooo down bad and MY GOD HDJDKSK like he didnt care what anyone thought he just wanted a lil luvin from herrrr, istg when i read that i was instantly transported into the story and like in chosos pov and i felt everyone laughing around me and staring and pointing, in my lil emo get up while everyone else is in their polos and mini skirts and just like lookin at reader with so much yearning and expectation like bih I FELT THAT!!!! My head gets so cloudy when i think of that scene tbh like i feel like it actually happened to me!! Ngl i think its bc i was sleep deprived so i was already on some loopy shit and i was still thinking about it up until the point i took a nap so i feel like i dreamed i was in the story??? Like i went to sleep w it on my mind and then it played out like a movie 😫 plug!choso indeed bc that fic feel like a HIT

Big yes on gojo being an introverted extrovert. I feel like if he's not careful it can ruin his self esteem too where he doesn't let himself properly be happy or have the things he wants yk?? Like deadass carrying the weight of the world on his shoulder and its more self inflicted than anything. Like NO he doesnt want to swim in pussy, he wants someone to go home to who will make him sweets and give him lap pillows and play with his cheeks and remind him to wash his face before bed!!! Stg im out here tryin to beat the fuckboy gojo allegations by printing out otaku!gojo on printer paper and dropping it off door to door so everyone can read the TRUTH 😔. Im campaigning that ishh

Okay but the bonnet x anime shirt fit is such a vibe too?? That's what u wearing when toji bring home the hitman salary and is like "go get dolled up kali we goin out to eat tonight, n wear them lil black gloves i like" 😚 i can get behind the kalji (??) agenda lmfao. Tbh toji was the jjk character i seen when he first came out bc my shithead ex was a japanese otaku boy but like actually an incel jsjsjsk ANY.WHO! yeahhh i like my 2d men to be virgins bc im on the 'first, last, best pussy u ever had agenda' shrugs they dont call me cherry nonie for nothing!! But toji hot as fuck like id def smash at least once to say i did before hopping over to shiu hehe. But deadass i always do so well with the playboys and the jerks bc i got that 'angel until you give her a reason to bite' genetic. Wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove 😙 but men stay tryin me so the serpent do be takin over sometimes lmfaoooo

Nooo pls its so much fun talking to u like im sorry for clogging up ur dash and this obnoxious ass long ask lmfao!!! I'm prob gonna send another ask so you can reply to that one without my long ass paragraph on ya blog bc u the main star baby 🥰🥰🥰

Hope u enjoy ur weekend!!!! Im all tucked up in bed and bursting at the seams bc plug choso here i come!!!! Again!!!!

🍒 anonnn

🍒 my pookies! Sorry for the delay im just starting to feel like a normal person rn lol.

Omfg tysm tho, ahhh not you losing sleep 💗😭. Im really tryna make p3 good for y’all so I really do hope y’all will like it lol. I gotta get it over to be beta read soon cause I have two endings and im not sure which one to keep lol, they aren’t different its just where im choosing to end it that is lol.

LOL omfg no fr. Like im a cancer but baybay my mars is in Aries so I don’t take no shit and definitely not from none of these men out here (especially too cause my Venus is in gemini so im already going to be bored of a man lol. Im not gonna sit around and be cheated on lolol). Also omg you into horoscopes too? I love my natal readings they are so accurate imo.

Yeah! Idk I wasn’t event trying to necessarily make reader irredeemable but I do like making characters with flaws. Not that I don’t enjoy a good fairytale type perfect damsel reader fic (because those give the warm and fuzzies) but I also love the idea that no matter how big a bitch/meanie/etc you are that whatever person you are really supposed to be with will end up seeing past that and inspiring you to bring out the best in you. Like reader in plug choso a people pleaser and dating choso even on the dl was probably the first thing she’s done for herself that wasn’t part of a “plan” to live up to others expectations. Ahh not you dreaming about it, im so jealous (legit never dream about the stuff I write I want to so bad haha). But I’m so ecstatic that it really did connect with people. LOL I remember saying when I made this blog I wouldn’t write angst but I also think I was thinking of angst where the reader gets screwed over. I really enjoyed putting Choso through hell (lmfao I mean he’s just so babygirl I need to be a lil mean to him, love to see those tears 😫).

LMFAO! Not you spreading the gospel of otaku!gojo. Haha but I feel you. Even as a confident adult who would come off playboy he’s still a big dork underneath that. Which reminds me I have a CEO!Gojo/guest!professor Gojo fic with MBA!Reader. He comes off as a charismatic playboy but he a dork lol.

“N wear them lil black gloves I like” AHHH I SCREAMMMED. Im wearing the gloves and NOTHING else we aint making it out the house!!! We can just fuck on top of the money lmfao. But I love a gown. I buy all my gowns from this site called ‘miss circle’ and the more casual ones from ‘mistress rocks’. Yasss tho it’s kalji!

LOL I do like some virgins like otaku!gojo and my lil chosito but I like that Toji a hoe cause im definitely going to be talking to him crazy as hell. “Bring me that dick big daddy slut.”

No it’s okay!! I like talking with you you’re funny haha so drop by anytime!

LOL im in bed too hungover but im feeling better so imma start on plug choso p3, send me good vibes!!! You have a good weekend too!! 💕💕

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pennzance · 1 year ago

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Ghostbusters: Port Huron (Episode 18)

Episode 18: The Lightship

September 30th, 1998

Incident report by Jeremy

For the record, I thought Bryan was going to be the one writing this report. He’d probably have a much more comprehensive and detailed account of what the hell exactly just happened, but Mr. Kaye insisted I write this one because Bryan is going to write the next one and it was apparently ‘my turn’? I don’t know, company guidelines are weird.

So… Port Huron has a ship that doubles as a museum, in keeping with the theme of this city that almost anything worth visiting is about the past. It’s a little annoying, and the museum itself is cramped and confusing. Lightships were big a long time ago, I guess, when they were used as sort of mobile lighthouses on the great lakes to keep larger ships away from shallow spots like sand bars and shoals. The Huron Lightship was retired in 1970 and had served for 50 years by then, and is now loaded with models, pictures and plaques trumpeting the accomplishments and usefulness of these pre-satellite GPS wonders.

As you may be able to tell, I am not a fan. Of boats in general, really. It’s not that I get seasick, it’s just not… new enough for me, y’know? I like technology and boats are old, analogue stuff. Aside from our Proton Packs and PKE Meters, the most high-tech thing on that ship was probably the light on top.

Be that as it may, though, we were there for a reason. Bryan and I went out on a call of some strange lights and noises, a normal call. It was dull compared to some of our more recent hijinks, but we started picking up a PKE signature near the captain’s wheel. Bryan frowned and tapped his meter a few times.

“Dan?” he said out loud.

And then the pirate ghost of the hospital was just… there. Right there, sitting in an old rocking chair that looked like it had always been there. Like HE had always been there. Spectral and see-through like the last time I saw him, but humming what I could only assume to be a sea shanty and reading a book.

“Took ye long enough,” Dan grunted, not looking up from his book.

“How is he here? I thought he was haunting the hospital!” I hissed at Bryan, but Dan looked up and grinned through his beard.

“I go where I please, kiddo. Now, let’s talk about why yer here.”

“WE are here to bust a ghost,” Bryan snapped.

“Nah, yer here cause I called ya. In a roundabout way, ta be certain.” Dan shrugged, standing up. His book and rocking chair were just not there anymore. “I got a favor ta be askin’.”

“Does he HAVE to talk like an old timey pirate? I thought he was a US Marshal?” I asked Bryan.

“Ah, sussed me out, did ye?” Dan chuckled. “Then I can cut ta th’ chase. I’ve got a job ta do, an’ yer gonna help me.”

Bryan frowned. “What job?”

“Ye heard about me, sure enough, but have ye heard of Captain Hatchet?” Dan asked, a knowing eyebrow cocked.

“Bane of the Huron natives, yeah,” Bryan nodded. He looked at my confusion and kept going. “When Michigan was colonized in the way back when, the colonials did a lot of nasty crap to the indigenous people-“

“I know about that, I’ve seen Addams Family Values,” I cut in.

He blinked. I’ve seen Bryan make that face a few times, when he gets confronted with information he doesn’t really know what to do with. He ignored it. “Captain Archibald ‘Hatchet’ Fitzsimmons made a career out of butchering the natives for bounty money from the freshly landed gentry on the east coast. This wasn’t long after the Revolution, and it was nasty and evil business.” He turned to Dan. “I take it you two have met in the post-living spaces of the world?”

“Crossed his path when I was a younger lad,” Dan shrugged.

“He was still alive?” Bryan asked incredulously. “He’d have been well over a hundred!”

“Didn’t think ta ask how old he was when he was tryin’ ta skewer me,” Dan replied flippantly. “Alls I know is puttin’ that old shark under the waves was one o’ th’ most noble things I’d ever done. I stuck with piracy fer a while, to be sure, but I went straight eventually. Some descendants of the Huron even gave me a boon, a life after death style o’ thing. There was a ceremony and they sorta… immortalized me. Part o’ me, anyway. As a protector.”

“Let me guess,” Bryan said, rolling his eyes, “guarding against Hatchet’s return?”

“Got it in one, kiddo,” Dan grinned.

“And he’s coming back?” Bryan pressed.

“Yer on a roll.”

“Wait, wait, wait, so some evil pirate ghost is coming back, and you want our help to get rid of him?” I asked, catching up.

Bryan scoffed. “Not sure you can pay our fee, Dan.”

The pirate-turned-marshal smiled. “Look, ye help me get rid o’ HIM permanent like? I’ll go willingly into yer little trap after that. No more trouble from me, see?”

Bryan mulled this over for a while, giving me a look. I shrugged. “Fine,” he said. “When is this happening? We’ll need time to get our team together.”

Dan shrugged. “It’s not like the tide, kiddo. All I know is he’s a comin’. When he GETS here… well, that’ll be as obvious as th’ nose on yer face. I’ll help as I can but be warned: it ain’t gonna be an easy fight.”

“Oh, great. Thanks for the specifics. Lay low until then, all right? Last thing we need is the phone ringing off the hook because you scared some poor museum patron.”

After that, we went back to the office and told Mr. Kaye what happened. He took it more seriously than I thought he was going to. He even called up our part-timers and told them to be ready.

I don’t know what comes next, but I need to go make sure our equipment is up to spec. And waterproof. Definitely waterproof. Wish me luck.

End of report.

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sav1ored · 5 months ago

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" Yeah, I woulda handed myself over, but at least we coulda made up a plan together... hell, I would have LIKED to have been more prepared with the whole bein' given up and all, Maggie. " Negan shrugs lazily, " Or, who knows, darlin'... maybe we coulda be on the winning side of all this shit ? The two of us together ? " He lets out a low whistle. " We woulda torn The Croat a new asshole, that's for fuckin' sure. He and THE BIG APPLE have no idea who we are when the two of us tango. " It's not an argument worth fighting over, after all, it's the past now and he's not one to linger on the past. And honestly ? HE FORGAVE HER A LONG TIME AGO.

Now Negan didn't think of it as Maggie PUNISHING him, and he couldn't help but ROLL HIS EYES at that because first off, how dare she ? " Now I never said that, did I ? I want you to know that I wasn't mopin' 'round tryin' to find every horrible reason as to why you kept Jack from me... because I know you, and by now... you should know how TRUE those words are, Mags. I fuckin' know you. I know You aren't some heartless bitch. I know whatever reason you had for keepin' Jack away from me.... wasn't outta SPITE. They would have hated you, your people. You woulda lost the respect of your people... I wouldn't have wanted that for you.. "

WHILE HE HAD HOPED TO HAVE HAD THE TIME with Jack as a little baby, proud to be able to let the WORLD KNOW he was a daddy again... he also knew that not many people there were a fan of him, and he could only imagine the HELL Maggie and baby Jack would face if people knew who Jack's father was. Of course, Negan has that ' I don't give a fuck attitude ' branded into him, so he would have just told people to fuck off, mind their business. But his Maggie was a FIERCE BABE LEADER, a respected one at that, and she had his baby. Negan is the ex-savior leader who tormented the people of Alexandria, murdered their friends and family, laughed at them, and took all that belonged to them. He came to them like a tornado flipping shit around without a fucking care. So yeah, he can understand why she didn't tell him.

" I forgive you, Maggie. You were forgiven the moment you gave me away... lucky your ass is cute. And well shit I jus'.... I missed yeh' you know ? Missed this, us. Fuckin' Christ I can't believe you're here-- I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... " NEGAN CONTINUES THE SMOOTH caressing of her cheek, he just can't get enough of her, he missed this... missed the real her. ( the real her.... ) looking down for a moment, fuck, he has to tell her. A nervous yet quiet CHUCKLE escapes one that isn't of humor, clearing his throat as he lets go of her arm to scratch the back of his head. " ...I gotta be HONEST with yeh' and I'm only bein' honest 'cause you're gonna hear the whispers that go 'round this gossipin' city. DEAD CITY my ass... seems like this place is still loaded with drama if yeh' ask me. Hm, guess that's one way to keep shit alive ? GOSSIP. Who woulda known. "

He reaches to take both of Maggie's hands in his. Wet muscle darting out to mosit twin flesh, his mouth feels dry, and he's shifting from one foot to the other. " ... I don't want you to THINK for a second... that the old me is back, do you hear me ? That ain't me anymore. I- It's... I'm puttin' an ACT on for The Dama... The Croat... whatever makes them HAPPY I do it. That and they promise that If I do my part they wouldn't hurt you guys... they already taken Hershel's toe and threatened to take the rest of 'em if I didn't go along.... I haven't been me... the NEW ME... for long while, least not when I'm around them. So The Croat gave me this leather jacket... "

Negan letting go of Maggie's hands reaches for the material of the jacket he's wearing, yanking on the LEATHER that feels like a second skin to him at this point. Then he takes a DEEPER BREATH before bringing out the one thing he DREADED showing her. " ... They wanted the old me... old me back when I was a Savior. The jacket, the act.... the.... bat. " The last part is only a mere whisper, avoiding looking into Maggie's eyes as much as possible, not wanting her to hate him for this PRETEND ACT. " I... did a lotta bad while bein' here, Maggie. I- that's what I'm sorry for... for bein' that person again. I wanted to show you just how much I've changed, and yet I'm back to my old ways... BUT-- Imma be honest with yeh, and this is the part Imma need you to.... understand as to why I did it. "

Raising a single finger to tell her to give him a moment, before he turned to reach behind the couch to pull out his NEWLY IMPROVED barbwire bat. Turning back to Maggie to show her his new weapon, he runs his hand over the handle gently, turning it over to give Maggie a better look at her. " .... This is The Widow-- I know ! FUCK don't give me that look.... I- I meant it when I said I missed you. I'm sorry, and I don't mean any disrespect for naming the bat... well the nickname I gave you after- " His voice trails off. " -I just... this... was the only thing that kept me from goin' completely insane, from losin' myself. Sometimes I would talk to the bat, it's you after all and If I listened carefully... I could hear your voice. And yes, it sounds like I'm a fucking psychopath, honestly who isn't anymore ? But The Widow kept me grounded, kept me from FALLING DEEPER into this mess."

@sav1ored / CONT.

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻, but she thought that she could learn to live with it because it had been her only option - trade negan for her sons. maggie had no idea why the croat even wanted him or what he planned to do with negan once he got him, but it had been a decision she hadn't made lightly and it was one she was going to have to live with if it meant getting her boys back. except she couldn't live with it. hershel could barely look at her and jack was full of hundreds of questions, tilly was rightfully 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 at her and she didn't even have a good explanation as to why she had thought this was the right thing to do. negan was right, there wasn't good or bad people anymore, just a lot of fucked up choices that they had to learn to live with. except this choice was something she could change, she could make it better and she could learn to look at herself again.

𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿, even if it was still obvious that the blonde was furious with her about what she had done, she couldn't deny that it felt signficiantly better to have her watching her back. tilly had grown so much from being the mouthy teenager who seemed scared of very little, she was smart and resourceful, someone that maggie knew never backed down from a fight when she believed what she was doing was right and tilly was the only person that had never given up on negan. something that she used to think was absolutely ridiculous, but now she understood it, she saw what tilly had always known and she couldn't give up on him now. not when it was her 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 that he was even stuck in new york in the first place.

𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻, whilst tilly had taken after her mother, there were so many similarities to her dad in her. the dimples in her cheeks when she smiled properly. the way she would talk a lot when she was nervous, which seemed to get more obvious the closer they got to new york. plus some of the things that came out of her mouth sounded 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 like her dad. the way she cared about her family. she really was her father's daughter and several years ago, maggie would've seen that as a horrible thing. but now, it just helped her feel a little better, a little stronger, knowing she had a part of negan right here helping her get him home. the only thing that the two of them really needed to figure out was an exact plan, because she doubted it wouldn't just be a 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 grab and take him home, the croat and whoever he was working for needed to be stopped first to ensure they got left alone. something tilly seemed absolutely ready to do whatever she needed to do to make sure that their family could be safe for the rest of their lives.

𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, it had been too long and she wished she could have changed things. she could've changed so much, potentially none of this would be happening if she hadn't held back from him, if she had just let herself be happy. but one thing she knew for definite was that they weren't leaving this island 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 him, she was taking him home and they were finally going to be a family. they would work together to stop the croat and the dama, they would be able to stop looking over their shoulders and they could just move forward with their lives. she was just glad for the time that they did get to spend together, that he managed to sneak away to see her and tilly, so that they could figure out the plan that would finally get them home. honestly any time she got wtih him was a complicated feeling, she couldn't stop feeling that guilt over him being stuck here because of her, but she was also just so happy to be with him again. even if she knew that there was still so much that they needed to discuss.

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆, shaking her head and a hand coming up to the rub back of her neck, teeth catching on her bottom lip as she tried to keep herself calm because arguing with him was not going to make any of this better, " no i couldn't . . . because you would've just handed yourself over and we would be in the exact same situation, " maggie admitted, looking up at him with a soft but tired expression on her face. but she knew he wasn't just talking about her not telling him the full truth about the croat. there was so much more they needed to discuss, which she could only imagine how his mind must have been racing as he realised her son jack was his. it had been something her and tilly had constant 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 over because she was insistent that maggie tell him the truth, but she had reasons for keeping it secret and she didn't expect anyone else to understand it.

𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲, green eyes blurring with tears as she listens because every moment he talked about was something she had already thought about. all of her memories with jack were tainted with what if's, she had wanted him there, she had needed him, but she had made a choice and she stuck with it for the sake of her family. hand came up to wipe a tear that slipped down her cheek as she looked at him, trying to keep herself under control, " no i don't. it wasn't to punish you, or whatever reasons you've built up in your head as to why i did it. but i had my reasons and i have to stand by them now because it doesn't change anythin', " maggie admitted, she didn't even know how to begin to explain why she had done what she had done. how she had to sit hershel done and explain to him that she was carrying a baby and who the father was, how he couldn't quite understand why she would ever be with the 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 that she had told him about, how she could do that to their family and how he would never accept him as a part of their family. she had kept him away from her, hershel and jack to try and make sure that her boys could actually bond as brothers, which they had and as much as hershel was mad at her about a lot of things, he would do anything for his brother. maggie had no idea how to explain that without making it all that much worse, it wasn't just hershel as a reason to keep him away, she also had still been so 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 as to what people might say. but not anymore.

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝗺, even with the frustration clear in his voice and he had ever single right to be angry at her for keeping him from jack. looking up at him with a mixed expression on her face, she was so happy to be close with him again, angry at herself for being the reason for this situation and she was absolutely devastated for him for what she had kept from him. maggie leaned into his touch, her hands coming up to grip his jacket as if she could pull him that much closer than he already was, " i'm not goin' anywhere, not without you. i've missed you too, missed you so damn much, " she admits softly, unable to hide how much she felt for him, that desire that always burned whenever they were around each other. green eyes flick across his face for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what he was thinking right now, " all of this, it's my fault and you never should've been put in this situation . . . negan, i am so sorry, "

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