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daryltwdixon · 2 months ago

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The Ruins of Us: Chapter 20

Summary: Glenn finally reveals the secret that has him acting anxious around camp, while a tense encounter with Shane leaves you unsettled before heading out for chores. You overhear a heated argument between Daryl and Carol in the barn, which escalates into a confrontation with Daryl. In a flashback, you return home to check on your mom amidst rumors of a deadly disease spreading overseas. After an argument with her, you cross paths with Merle and his friends, but the situation quickly turns dangerous when you're left alone with them—until an unexpected interruption.

WARNING: this chapter contains attempted sexual assault as well as some parental abuse. Please do not read the flashback if this is something you can't handle today. It also includes drug use and violence.

x flash forward x

It’s a slow morning, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. Everyone is gathered around the firepit—some on overturned buckets, others lounging in old lawn chairs—quietly sharing slices of salty, canned spam. The taste makes you crave bacon--the real stuff--but you’re grateful for whatever small comfort you can find.

Glenn had been acting weird, apparently. A few people had been talking about it, but you mostly noticed because Glenn himself was on edge. He was fidgety, quick to squirm when anyone talked to him, and super evasive. Sitting in a lawn chair on the edge of camp, Glenn's eyes flick nervously between Maggie on the porch and Dale in his usual spot on the RV. Finally, he stands and steps toward the center of the group, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his voice quivering as he speaks.

“Um…guys,” he says, hesitating, “so…barn’s full of walkers,”

It takes you a long moment to let the words sink in. Barn? Which barn? You’d been in the horse stables and surely nothing was–oh shit.

Your eyes stray to the dilapidated old barn behind him, its wooden beams rotting and red roof losing shingles by the day. You drop your plate, the last few pieces of spam falling to the ground. Daryl next to you is still chewing, you can see his gears turning too.

The barn is full of walkers.

Suddenly everyone is up, quietly making your way to the barn, hoping not to disturb the Greene family as you investigate. You can’t believe you hadn’t noticed the soft sounds of walker’s rattling breathing, shuffled footsteps, and quiet snarling. Then again you had never been close. The conversation between Hershel and Rick comes to the forefront of your mind.

We could move out of your way. Go by the barn.

No need for that, better if you stay by the house.

Jesus christ.

Shane is the first to approach the barn doors, his eye pressing to the small gap between the rotting wood beams. He listens, calm but fuming, as the snarling intensifies. When he pulls back, his face is tight with anger. He steps toward Rick, his voice simmering with rage.

“You cannot tell me you’re alright with this,” Shane hisses, his eyes alight with fury.

“I’m not,” Rick snaps, his tone sharp but controlled, “but we’re guests here. This isn’t our land.” His words are final, a reminder of where they stand.

“This is our lives, man!” Shane shouts, but before he can say more you step in, your voice urgent, pleading.

“Lower your voice,” you hiss, casting a worried glance toward the Greene family inside the house. Shane raises a hand up to your face to silence you.

But it’s too late. The snarls inside the barn are growing louder, restless. The argument escalates, voices overlapping, debating what to do about the walkers. Shane, for all his flaws, is speaking sense, and you know it. You can’t live here, eat here, sleep here with a barn full of the undead just waiting to tear you apart. The weight of Shane’s words lingers: this isn’t right.

Then he brings up Fort Benning, god, he’s obsessed with Fort Benning.

“ We can't GO ,” Rick snarls, eyes narrowing at him.

“Why, Rick? Why?” Shane demands, his frustration boiling over.

“Cause my daughter’s still out there,” Carol says, her voice small but steady.

Shane’s nostrils flare as he fights to keep his temper in check. “Okay,” he says, trying to calm his breathing, his hands trembling as he runs them over his face. “it’s time we start considerin’ the other possibility.”

“We’re not leavin’ Sophia behind,” Rick states with finality, his eyes locking on Shane’s.

“I’m close to findin this girl,” Daryl growls, and it makes you turn around and look away from the barn full of hushed rattling breaths, “I just found her damn doll two days ago,”

“You found her doll, Daryl. That’s what you did. You found a doll. ” Shane scoffs.

Daryl's arms start swinging in anger at Shane. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about!” Then Shane is yelling back at him, telling him it’s plain and simple, Sophia is most likely dead out there. Most cases back in the real world gave children 48 hours until they were just looking for…for a body.

“Let me tell you somethin’ else man,” he says to Daryl, “if she was alive out there–saw you comin-all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction , man!” he points across the field. It was a low blow for all Daryl had done for this search. Suddenly, his body is lunging toward Shane, fists flying and Rick putting himself between them. You run to Daryl’s side, pulling his shoulders back. Glenn and the others are at Shane’s front, pushing him, yelling to stay back. Everyone is raising their voices at each other, but at least no one’s fists are flying anymore. Daryl’s narrowed eyes are fixed on Shane as you hold your hand to his chest at an arm’s distance while facing the group. Your head whips back to the barn as you hear the door smacking up against the wooden beams locking it into place.

“Guys…” you warn, your voice tight with panic, but the argument rages on around you, voices overlapping in a chaotic din. The rattling grows louder, more frantic, until everyone falls silent, their eyes snapping toward the barn. The chains are shaking, the doors straining against their restraints.

Oh, fuck.

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The group has mostly dispersed, leaving you and Shane lingering by the barn. Rick had gone to check in with Hershel on what the next move should be after the discovery you all made. The others busy themselves with chores. Daryl had gone off to let off steam, you didn't know where. You hadn’t planned on sticking close to Shane, but somehow, you found yourself standing at the barn with him as you both checked how secure it really was. His hands grip the chains tightly, giving them a hard tug to ensure their placement. The rattling of the walkers inside grows louder with every movement, as if they sense the humans outside.

“You know,” you start quietly, checking along the rough wooden slats across the doors, “things may be bad between me and you, Shane, but I’ll agree with you on this one. This is batshit crazy.”

Shane’s gaze snaps to you, his lip still curled in a snarl from the utter nonsense of a barn full of fucking walkers that Hershel’s family thinks are still their family.

“Nothin’s bad with us,” he growls, his voice low and dismissive. “You just got a bad attitude. Maybe you need to be remindin’ where your place is.”

Your scoff is sharp, biting, the tension between you thick. The revelation of Shane's threat against Daryl is hot on your tongue, burning to be said, but you bite it back—for now. You can’t deal with both battles at once. Instead, you cross your arms, keeping your focus on the barn as Shane shoves against one of the doors, testing its strength. The wood groans under the pressure, and suddenly, there’s a violent crash from within. Several walkers slam themselves against the door, causing it to rattle violently. Both of you instinctively jump back, and before you can react, Shane’s arms are around you, pulling you against his chest.

The protective hold lingers, his grip too tight, his body too close. You feel his breath hot against your ear, and when you realize the barn is still holding, you start to squirm in his grasp.

“All good,” you mutter, pushing against his chest until he finally lets you go, though he takes his time. His eyes are still on you, watching you closely.

“There ain’t nothin’ bad between us,” Shane insists, his tone almost possessive now. His eyes narrow, his jaw tight. “We’ll talk about us later.”

You meet his gaze head-on, your frustration mounting. The whiplash of his demanding presence and dismissiveness when it came to you was dizzying. As if it hadn’t been crystal clear from the past few weeks where you two stood.

“Maybe,” you say, “but there is no us anymore,” your voice steady, even though your heart is racing. “But right now, this,” you jab your finger toward the barn, “this is a problem, Shane. And if we don’t deal with it soon, it’s gonna be everyone’s problem.”

You stalk off towards the stables, ready to pick up your morning chores before he has anything else to say.

As you’re walking closer to the barn and picking up a wheelbarrow and pitchfork, there’s hushed voices inside. As you get closer you can make out Daryl’s low gravely tones. He sounds frustrated, dismissive. As you near the entrance, the voices grow clearer. Daryl sounds more aggravated now, and there’s a scuffle—a thud against the barn floor that makes you wince.

Then you hear him curse loudly, “Just leave me be!” and he mutters something under his breath, quieter this time, “stupid bitch.” You’re surprised when it's Carol who comes running out of the barn. She sees you standing there, listening in. Her eyes are misty and chin trembling. You can only look at her, eyes wide with concern, wondering what in the hell just happened. Without a word, she shakes her head, brushing past you with hurried steps. Her sobs grow louder as she rushes back toward the camp, leaving you there in stunned silence.

You round the corner finally, and see Daryl clutching his side. His expression is a mix of pain and frustration, his eyes flickering up to you as you approach. A horse stands at the far end of the barn, shifting restlessly on its cross ties. Your gaze flickers to the saddle tossed carelessly against the wall, then back to Daryl.

“The hell was that about?” you ask, your voice sharp but laced with concern.

He grumbles under his breath, now refusing to meet your eyes. “Nothin’,” he mutters, trying to brush it off, his shoulders tense.

You glance around the barn again, looking at the scene. The thrown saddle and kicked-up dust on the ground makes you feel the weight of whatever just happened. Your jaw tightens, and you step closer, refusing to let him off so easily.

You still pause for a moment, taking in his posture—he’s closed off, like he’s ready to snap, and it makes your chest tighten with concern. “Carol’s upset, why would you say somethin’ like that to her?” you finally say, trying to bridge the gap between you. “Daryl… what’s goin’ on?”

“Can’t you see it?” he snaps, finally looking up, his eyes burning with frustration. “They’re all givin’ up. Even her.” He jerks his head toward where Carol left. “It’s like no one gives a damn anymore, like Sophia’s already gone and they just wanna move on.”

You take a step closer, heart aching at the weight of his words. “That’s not true,” you murmur. “You’re still lookin’. Rick’s still lookin’. We haven’t given up.”

Daryl stands suddenly, the movement sharp and agitated. “Rick’s got his own shit goin’ on—he ain’t focused, and Shane’s already talkin’ about gettin’ us outta here. Like there’s somethin’ better out there. Ain’t nobody left fightin’ for that girl ‘cept me.”

You bite your lip, knowing he’s not wrong. The group has grown weary, the hope they’d once held so fiercely now flickering like a candle barely holding on. “You’re not alone,” you insist, taking another step toward him. “I’m still here.”

Daryl’s eyes flicker to yours, a mix of exhaustion and anger behind them. “Yeah? Well, you sure as hell ain’t dealin’ with what’s really in front of you.”

You freeze, his words hitting you like a slap. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair–for a second you notice just how long it's gotten in the past few weeks, “Ya know damn well —Shane. How much he controls everything and everyone–even you, and yet you still ain’t done a damn thing about it.”

You bristle at the mention of the memory of Shane’s looming presence still fresh from earlier, “I’m handling it,” you say, but your voice wavers, and Daryl catches it.

“Are you?” he fires back, his voice rising. “’Cause from where I’m standin’, it sure as hell don’t look like it. You’re out there with him, lettin’ him get all up in your space, and you ain’t puttin’ him in his place. You think I don’t see it?”

You clench your fists, frustration bubbling up inside you. “I’m not scared of him. You saw me give him shit at the shooting range, Dare. I can’t just pick a fight whenever! There’s a time and place,”

Daryl steps closer, his voice lowering but no less intense. “He’s unravelin’, Y/N. You’re smart, tough, but you’re also too damn stubborn for your own good. And if you don’t do somethin’ soon, he’s gonna push you too far, and you’ll regret not settin’ him straight.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, the weight of his words pressing down on you. You’d been trying to avoid a confrontation with Shane, but Daryl’s right—Shane’s only growing more volatile, and your avoidance is probably adding fuel to the fire.

“I know what I’m doing,” you insist, but your voice falters slightly.

Daryl shakes his head, clearly frustrated. “Do you? Or are you just hopin’ it’ll go away on its own?”

His words sting, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond. You feel torn between the unresolved mess with Shane and Daryl’s growing concern for you—concern that, deep down, you know is justified.

“I’ll talk to him,” you finally say, but the admission feels hollow even to your own ears.

Daryl doesn’t look convinced, his blue eyes narrowing as they search yours. “Don’t wait too long,” he warns. “Last thing I need is you gettin’ hurt again because of that asshole,”

You stand there, the tension between you thick, the weight of everything hanging heavy in the air. His concern, his frustration, the fear he’s trying so hard not to show—it’s all there, in the way he’s looking at you, in the way he’s standing so close but keeping his hands at his sides.

Your eyes drop to his hands for a moment, rough and calloused, fingers twitching slightly like he wants to do something with them—grab you, maybe, or run them through his hair again in frustration. You wonder if he’s holding back for your sake or for his own, and the thought sends a flutter of nerves through your chest.

“Daryl…” you murmur, but the words catch in your throat. His name on your lips sounds different now, more loaded with everything that’s been building between you—the shared moments, the unspoken understanding, the way you’ve been relying on each other more and more since you were brought back together.

He doesn’t move. His breath is steady, but you can see the rise and fall of his chest, just inches from yours. His eyes flicker from your mouth to your eyes and back again, and you swear for a second that he might close the distance, that he might let himself cross that line. Your pulse quickens as the air around you grows charged–hot and overwhelming.

You feel like you should say something—anything—to break the tension, but your voice doesn’t seem to want to work. Instead, your hand twitches at your side, wanting to reach out, to touch him, to anchor yourself in this moment before it slips away.

And then, just when you think he might finally close the gap, might just fall into whatever this is between you, he steps back, shaking his head slightly like he’s pulling himself out of something dangerous.

“I… I got work to do,” he mutters, his voice rough, almost breathless. He turns then, and begins walking towards his horse that waits patiently for him on the other end of the stables.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breath as you nod. “Yeah. Me too,” you manage to say, but your heart is still pounding, and you can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted between you.

Remembering the reason you came into the barn in the first place, you grab your pitchfork and begin working on the stalls.

x flashback x

You weren’t really sure what brought you back to the trailer park one Saturday afternoon. It was the middle of summer, your first year had ended but you stayed in the city sharing housing with Dana. You were amazed you were scraping together enough to make a living for yourself. It felt good. But there were still days you thought of home–the woods, the cracked sidewalks…the people.

The heat clung to your skin, the sound of your footsteps on the sidewalk mixing with the yells and playful screams from the park across the way. You paused in front of your mom’s house now–the same chipped paint and sagging porch no different from when you left it last year. Still, you pondered going inside. What even brought you home? You had heard circulating rumors on the news of a disease overseas beginning to spread, so you chalk it up to just wanting to make sure everyone was okay. You climb the loud, whining porch steps and open the rickety screen door into the trailer. Stepping inside, the familiar smell of alcohol and mildew fill your senses. You were surprised to see your mother awake on the couch. She had a fluffy, old pink robe tied at the waist on her as a cigarette was brought to her mouth. To the side of the recliner was a bottle of wine.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” your mother slurred, looking at you with hooded eyes. As much as you could tell she was drunk, her eyes were always sharp on you.

“Thought I’d come check on ya” you muttered, though you were starting to regret stepping foot in here. It only took a few moments for the tension to rise. Anytime your mother bothered to notice you, it only took her seconds of looking at you to get angry.

She grabs the wine bottle by the neck, “check on me?” she scoffs and tips it back, her lips pursed at the opening, “I don’t need checkin’ on, girl.” you roll your eyes, and before you have a chance to duck, the remote controller comes flying in the air at your head.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, you spoiled brat!” she screeches. You let the controller fall to the floor, your eyes boring into her, a fire licking at your insides.

“Shoulda never come back to see you. Goodbye, mom. Have a nice life,” you grumbled, realizing this was all just a mistake. You opened the door quickly and walked out the way you came.

“No one asked you to come back!!” you hear her scream, something else hitting the door behind you on your way out.

As you storm out of the trailer, every muscle in your body feels tight, coiled like a spring ready to snap. Why had you even come back? You had convinced yourself it was out of obligation—to check on your mom, to see how she was coping—but deep down, you knew better. It was more than that. Some part of you wanted to feel connected to this place again, to the past that you had left behind. But now, after the argument with your mother, the only connection you felt was a painful reminder of why you left in the first place.

It wasn’t until you reached the sidewalk by the street did you notice a few figures walking by, and you recognized one. Merle. He was swaggering down the street with a couple of his usual shady friends, cigarettes being passed around with a light in hand. Surprisingly, Merle was a welcome sight right now. He was your only tether to this place anymore. One person who might actually just talk to you. Only connection to… him. You pushed the face you wanted to see most out of your mind as you gave his brother a small smile.

Merle’s eyes lit up as they saw you, “Well if it ain’t my pretty college girl!” he called out, his grin widening, “what brings you back to this dump?”

You shrugged, approaching them all now, “visiting,” you said simply. The other two friends leered down at you with predatory gazes as you talked to him.

“Come on, join us,” Merle said, waving you over. “We’re headin’ to a buddy’s place. Gonna have ourselves a little fun.”

Part of you hesitated, but the frustration from the fight still buzzed under your skin, and you weren’t ready to go back to that empty house. So, you followed them, letting the idea of ‘a little fun’ distract you from everything else.

Merle led you to one of his friend's houses—an old, grimy place that reeked of stale smoke and spilled beer. You sat on a sagging couch, the rough material sticking to your skin as Merle and his friends passed around a blunt. You took a few hits, letting the smoke fill your lungs, dulling the edge of your anger. The sound of the TV playing some old movie blared as your eyes began to swim with the high. You laughed at some of it, Merle making stupid one liner jokes along to the film. The other two sat back, legs wide watching the screen, but you’d catch them looking at you too.

Merle got up at one point to answer a phone call, leaving you alone with his friends. The room felt smaller, darker, as the guys’ eyes lingered on you a little too long. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your heart starting to race as one of them scooted closer to you on the couch.

“So, you’re the girl Merle’s always talkin’ about, huh?” one of them drawled, his hand landing on your knee. As his hand moved up your thigh, your skin crawled under his touch. You tried to shift away, but there was nowhere to go—his weight was pressing you into the sagging couch. Your heart pounded louder in your ears, the room closing in around you.

“Hey, stop,” you muttered, but your voice cracked, barely loud enough to be heard over the TV blaring in the background. Your pulse quickened as his grip tightened, and you tried to push his hand away, but he didn't even flinch.

“Come on, we’re just having a little fun,” his low voice was in your face as he closed in on you.

You tried to push him away, but his grip tightened. The other guy laughed, standing up and moving closer, and panic started to crawl up your spine. They sat on either side of you on the rickety old couch, their presence suffocating. You called for Merle, but your voice was small, shaky, and the guys just chuckled.

“I said stop,” you tried to say louder, but they ignored you, hands creeping toward your waist. Your head felt heavy, your limbs slower from the high, and before you knew it, their hands were on you, rough and insistent. You could swear you heard yelling outside, someone calling out over the TV. But they couldn’t hear you, and definitely couldn’t hear the guys heavy breathing on either side of you.

"Merle! Where the hell are you?" a voice carried through the hallway as it got closer.

Daryl’s voice.

Suddenly, the door to the small living room banged open, and he stood in the doorway. You missed him so much your heart could ache in this moment if it wasn’t hammering in panic. He looked the same but so different. Daryl’s eyes landed on you first, and for a moment, it’s like time froze. His eyes widened as he took in the scene. You cowering back on the couch, trying to push their hands away, their heads whipping towards him, frozen in place. Daryl’s expression shifted from confusion to rage in a heartbeat, his gaze locking onto the two guys who had their hands on you.

“Get the hell off her,” Daryl growled as he lunged, yanking the guy closest to him off of you and against the nearest wall. The guy hit the wall with a thud, and Daryl took his chance to throw his fist in his face. The second guy stood up beside you, rushing to Daryl, trying to grab him, but you watched as he swung back, elbowing the guy hard in the ribs. The room exploded into chaos, fists and bodies crashing into the furniture as the fight escalated. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t move except for the involuntary trembling your body was doing.

Merle suddenly came storming into the room, “What the hell is goin’ on!” he yelled, grabbing his brother by the back of his shirt and yanking him off the guy he was pounding his fist into on the floor, “Calm the hell down!”

Daryl’s chest was heaving, his knuckles bloody, but his eyes were on you, wide and full of something more than just his fury. Neither of you said anything over the groans of the two guys, beaten and bloody. You stared back at him, gulping down air, unsure what to say or explain why you were even there.

Before you could speak, Daryl was shoving past Merle and stormed out of the house without another word. The silence that followed was near deafening, and Merle just looked at you, his face twisted with a bemused expression.

“The hell was tha' about?”

You didn’t answer–didn’t know how to. All you could do was sit there, trying to steady your breathing as the weight of everything that had just happened pressed down on you.

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

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stillfrownyclownlol · 1 year ago

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Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #ashden #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 9 months ago

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The Debreifing

Just a fun continuation of Best Friend's Brother

A/N: An excerpt of how the guys find out since BFB was well received. (I do use washcloths but for the sake of this fic, that's forgotten)

Warnings: (slight smut, might be terrible idk)

Word Count: 1.6K

The sound of your creaky shower head turning on breaks you from your haze. After breakfast, Will bent you over the counter until you came for him twice and all the energy replenished during your sleep left your body again. Even thinking about it now made your heart race. He carried you back and cleaned you up before heading to the bathroom.

A familiar vibration fills your bed and begin looking for your phone. You find it at the edge of your bed and waste no time answering the person you’ve been waiting to call.

“Ben-” Your whisper is bulldozed by Benny’s voice on the other end.

“Are you the reason the wedding is called off?” Before you can answer he continues. “Melody’s been spam-calling us since last night when Will didn’t come home. And you know what’s funny? Both of your locations seem to imply that you’re in the same place.”

“Are you done?” Although Will probably couldn’t hear you you still kept your voice low.

“The floor is yours, and apparently Will is too.” You decide not to comment on the last part of the sentence.

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll tell you at your place.” You figure this is a better conversation in person.

“But-” Benny tries to interject but you end the call and slide out of your bed.

The fog in the bathroom doesn’t cover Will’s naked back, making it easy for you to ogle. He lathers himself with your rose-shaped bar soap next to the showerhead. Your hands glide around his front to help him rub it in.

He turns to face you with suds rolling down his body. “All the cancellations have to be done in person and I gotta grab some of my shit before she burns it. Otherwise, I'd stay with you all day.”

“It’s not like you need clothes.” Your low voice stirs his cock and he’s smart enough to run right back around.

“If you keep that up we won’t be getting anything done today.” He needs to tie up all his loose ends before completely indulging in you.

“You started it.” You tilt your head up towards his ear while your hands dip lower.

Will keeps himself in shape and you run your soapy hands appreciatively over his v-line. The feeling of your soft hands sent his dick straight up.

“When you walk around like this what else am I supposed to do Will?” That whiney voice gives him flashbacks to the car and he’s a goner.

“You do whatever you want Buttercup.” With his permission your hands clasp around his shaft. Your hands glide like butter as you stroke him.

Nothing feels better than your pert nipples pressing into his back. Nothing feels better than being with you. The way your hand strokes his tip over and over effectively distracts him until he feels your other hand cup his balls. Will’s mouth opens and he braces his hands against the wall. Your poor rose soap is forgotten on the floor.

You bite your bottom lip at the swift pace his chest moves. He’s close. His hips jerk in that familiar pattern and you keep your pace the same. When his balls clench in your hand a low groan fills the shower. You glance around to see his seed hitting your tile in spurts.

While Will finds his way to a steady breathing pattern, you pick up your soap and begin lathering your body. Now you’re gonna be late to Benny’s. Carefully you wash the soap off your body and keep your hair dry.

“Not so fast,” His hands trail down your body before pulling you flush against him.

“Uh uh,” As much as it pains you, you slide his hands off and turn. “I have to get to your brother’s.”

“Am I seeing you later?” Will lets the water beat against his back as he peers down at you.

“If you’re not drained by the end of the day.” You cast an excited smile at him.

“I think I’m drained right now.” His double meaning isn’t lost on you.

“Perv,” You mumble on your way out.

You hear the slap slightly before you feel the burn on your butt cheek. Will stands at the showerhead facing your dropped jaw. He smirks down at you and you’re reminded of the hungry look he was giving you in the car last night. Quickly you head out of the bathroom to avoid another detour.

……..............

“So you’re saying Buttercup and Ironhead slept together and he canceled the wedding because of her?” Frankie seems to be the last one to fully grasp the situation.

Santiago knew the moment they were all helping you move in. The man practically put the whole place together for you.

“Are we really gonna act like it’s a shock though? You saw how he grew out his facial hair because she liked it.” Pope thinks for a second and continues on his rant. “And he’s never liked any of her boyfriends, especially Greg.”

“And Greg was basically perfect for her.” Benny chimes in.

“Now that you mention it last night he wouldn’t stop looking at her when they came back from the bar.” Frankie thinks back to how Will was eyeballing you.

“You noticed that too?” Benjamin excitedly leans forward to pick up a chocolate sprinkle donut.

“And then when he insisted he had to take her home.” Santiago laughs while thinking of Will trying to get you alone.

“Nearly had his hand on her ass when they left too.” After Frankie’s remark a lull settles over the once rambunctious group.

They had no idea what happened after that until Melody called them for Will’s location. Even then they figured he was taking a much-needed break. However, when they woke this morning to find the wedding canceled a group call was made.

Frankly, everyone was shocked at how suddenly it happened, not that it did. At least until Ben pointed out Will being at your place. Then he dropped the call and left the group scrambling for answers.

“How much longer until she gets here?” Santi gets anxious waiting for your arrival.

“I don’t know she said thirty minutes.” Despite the chocolate donut in his hand he’s frowning.

……………………

On the way to Benny’s, you see that you’re seventeen minutes off schedule but luckily he hasn’t blown up your phone. You barely have time to think about that as you reach his door. Your hand has barely formed a fist when the door is yanked open by the youngest Miller. A mischievous smile was permanently placed on his face.

“Took you long enough,” He chastises you but your gossip will more than make up for it.

“Shut up, it’s not like I planned this.” Benny glances at you in suspicion as none of you walk to his living room.

Only the living room wasn’t empty like you expected. Frankie and Santiago are perched on a two-seater picking through donuts on the coffee table. One look at Benny and you know he’s behind it since he simply shrugs his shoulders.

“We may have had a conference call after Will hung up.” Your best friend has the nerve to look sheepish.

“I mean we’re gonna find out anyway Hermosa.” Frankie folds his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for your storytime.

“What happened at the bar?” Benny wastes no time digging for answers.

“He asked me what I thought about Melody since I didn’t say anything at the table.” You dive in because you’ve been dying to share anyway.

“And?” Santi leans into his sofa waiting for your answer.

“And I called her a bitch in the nicest way possible, then I came back to the table.” Your admission is met with different expressions of cheer.

“Mhm so that’s why he was staring you down like that, go on.” Frankie nods his head and waits for you.

“When we got back to the table I figured I overstepped so I tried to shut up. Then he insisted on taking me home so when we were outside he corners me to tell him more. I said it really shouldn’t matter because it’s not like I’m coming from an objective place.” You pause to pick up a blueberry donut. “So he asked me what place would it be coming from and after some prying, I told him I wanted him to dump her.”

“No.” Benny almost can’t believe you’d say any of this but his brother could put you under his spell.

“Mhm,” You take the first bite of your donut, chewing quickly before turning to Frankie and Santiago. “So he started asking me if that’s ‘all I wanted him to do’ and I said no. Finally, he drops it and takes us to the truck. The silence made me paranoid so I started saying I was ‘sorry’ for saying anything. And he’s like I'm not mad at you, it’s one thing for the guys to say it but it’s different with me.”

You forget you’re talking to the guys until they are shocked by what you said.

“What’s the difference?” Francisco looks close to a kicked puppy but you steer him back to the topic.

“But he said it’s different with me, that is what’s important.” You giggle remembering Will’s charming words from last night. “Anyways, I figured he already knew how I felt so I told him. Will almost crashed the truck, he had to pull over. Then he starts yelling at me for not telling him and the next thing I know we’re making out in his truck.”

“I thought he had to change a tire when you were on that road.” Benny sounds scandalized when he places the final piece together.

“They were there that long?” Frankie scrunches his face at what the two of you got up to.

“Damn Buttercup I didn’t think you had it in ya.” Santiago is amused that all it took to end that engagement was you.

You nod since your mouth is full of the blueberry donut you’ve been holding.

“Where’s Will now?” Santi figures he must be out too.

“Doing all the wedding cancellations.” With the blueberry donut finished you look at what’s left in the box.

“What exactly did you do on that road?” Laughter ripples through the room at Benny's genuine concern.

#will miller smut #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut

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nicolesainz · 1 year ago

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Foolish One (MM7)

A/N: I am back with a short one shot. And it won’t be the happiest of ones I’ve written. Mason’s departure from Chelsea hurt me very much. I was crying for days and I still can’t digest it. I hope nothing but the best for him at Man United. He deserves it.

Warnings: Angst

Mason Mount x Y/N-Chilwell reader

Summary: Ben’s sister is shocked to learn about her crushes departure from the team. She’s not ready to say goodbye. Her brother encourages to speak up to Mason and tell her what she actually feels. How will Mason react?

After what felt like an eternity, I was on time to pick up Ben from training at Cobham. There was so much traffic today, everyone literally storming to the training center for some breaking news that the team is about to reveal.

I get out of the car and ring Ben. It goes to voicemail. I call him a s second time and still the same. What's going on? I stop at the third time, then I move on to texting. I keep spamming him, because I get more worried as minutes go by.

I finally get a reply after all the failed attempts of reaching him. And it was probably the weirdest reply I had evert gotten from my brother.

"Come inside the center, please. Now." If I was next to Ben at the moment, I feel like he would have yelled his answer at me.

I rush to get inside, trying to avoid all the reporters and cameras that are televising the possible news. And why does Ben need me there? What is happening?

I quietly open the door and see half of the squad surrounding the currently blonde haired Mason. The center felt empty as a lot of players had departed from the club earlier this month. A lot of my friends and Ben's teammates weren't there. That still was a shock to me.

I see Ben shushing me once he notices my presence and tells me to listen closely to what Mason is about to say. Mason eyes weirdly Ben but he keeps on going with his speech. By the second I get even more anxious about his reveal.

"I will be unfortunately leaving Chelsea" he says in the lowest manner possible, trying to hide the shame and denial that his voice is filled with.

I start shaking after the words escape his mouth. This feels surreal and like a terrifying nightmare. I want to wake up and have Mason take every single one of those words bad, saying it's just a bad prank.

Reece is in a devastating state, trying to process what he just heard. His best friend was leaving their childhood club. After all those years they wouldn't play along, but against each other.

"Please tell me this is a sick joke" I don't hold back and Mason turns to face me. His teary eyes drop to the floor, unable to look at me. He puts his hand on his mouth, wanting to hold back a sob.

"Which team is it going to be?" my brother barely wants to know. He doesn't care but knowing he may have to play against his friend, breaks his heart, just at the thought.

"Manchester United" Mason doesn't even want to admit that this is actually happening. He will be going to the biggest rivals of Chelsea. He will have to attend Stamford Bridge, not as their player, but a rival. A threat.

I refuse to listen furthermore to that nonsense, so I just ran off from the room and go outside once again. The atmosphere feels very suffocating.

I can hear someone walking behind me trying to catch me from leaving this center and asking someone else to pick up Ben.

"Y/N, hold on, please. Do not leave" Azpilicueta grabs my arm, before I manage to open my car door. I can't resist so I leave the handle and look at him.

"Why is he doing this?" my words come out as a whisper and with my lower lip quivering.

"Because that is how life works. One door closes and another opens. It's the cycle of life." he tries to comfort me with a smile and I instantly feel better. During those years that my brother became a member of the Chelsea squad, I have grown closer with Azpi, even though he is a very low key personality and is completely different to the others, like Kai, Ben, Mason and Reece.

"It hurts Azpi. He said he would stay. What changed his mind? Why was he willing to leave the club?"

"This season has been a big hit for us. Not the best one the team has had. We had to face many obstacles. Many injuries. A lot of players thought that a move would be good for them. Take Jorgi, for example, he is doing better now at Arsenal. Our environment became hostile, even for us the players."

"I know. I am so sorry for the season you guys had. I hated seeing Ben coming home being a constant downer and not being able to cheer him up the slightest. I just believed you'd stick together."

"Family members take different paths sometimes. The children leave home in order to evolve and look out for what they have been missing. And parents move on to seek for another source of excitement in life."

"Wait, what do you mean? What about the parents?" I look down at Azpi's hands, holding mine firmly. A few tears fall on the knuckles of my hand and I notice that something is about to happen.

"Please don't" the words gag my throat, get stuck in my throat as I realise what he is about to say.

"I will be going to Spain. I didn't want you to find out through the media. Not from your brother either. No one in the team knows yet. I am so sorry, mi increíble amiga"

I couldn't hold back my tears. A waterfall escaped my eyes and uncontrollable sobs were all I could utter. I was losing all my friends and now what was like a second father to me. Cesar wrapped his arms around me and gave me what was probably our last hug. This was very painful to handle.

"As much as it pains me, I want the best for you. You have been my favourite since day one. Thank you for always being by my side Azpi. I owe you my life. I am going to miss you terribly."

As I lay my head on his shoulder, I open my teary eyes to be faced with a saddened look on Mason's face, a few meters away from me and Cesar. He doesn't want to intervene, so he just waits patiently.

Azpi noticed his presence and gestured with his free hand to come our way. Mason doesn't know what to say on what he is currently seeing in front of his eyes. He knows this is between me and Cesar.

After Azpi made his way back to the center, it was just me and Mason. Mason and me.

"So that is it? You are leaving? For good?"

"I am so sorry, Y/N. I was left with no choice. Chelsea had become my toxic trait. And I hers. It was inevitable." he snips, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jumper.

"So I won't be able to root for you? Wear your jersey? Chant about your brilliance?" Confessions were about to be made and at this point I didn't care. I had to get them out of my chest.

"Wait? You have my jersey?" he was so shocked by that and honestly I don't know how he hadn't noticed?

"Why do you think I still attended the games even after my brother's injury? Why do you think I travelled to Qatar? Why do you think I call you starboy?"

"What are you implying, Y/N? Because this could either break my heart or bring it back to life."

"I love you Mason. And my brother may think it is a silly crush but I love you. I look back and see all the missed opportunities of wanting to confess this to you, but my priority was to make sure you were alright and my feelings came second. And now it's gone."

"Who told you it's gone? Did you really think Ben willingly wanted you here today? I told him to alert you. I would hate myself if you found out from someone else rather than the man who has been madly obsessed with you from the moment you stepped into Stamford Bridge."

Madly obsessed? Where does this come from? Does Mason actually...

"I know very well you have been attending the games. Even when Ben is away, I always spot your smile in the crowd. It what motivates me. Even in the ten minutes I may play, your brightness is my source of happiness. God, the effort I made to tell you how much I love you but we were never alone and I thought you just saw me as your brother's teammate."

His words shattered my heart and built it back in seconds. It felt like my favourite dream to have Mason confess his love to me. For him to actually notice all my little hints and signs of support and appreciation.

"Then why are you leaving? Why do you let all this slip away from you? Everyone knows what a capable player you are. Can't you..." my voice starts breaking and tears blur my vision once again.

My cheeks dry up because of Mason's jumper. He is currently holding me tighter than anything else, as if I was going to turn into dust soon. The kind of hug I have been wanting him to give me since day one.

"I would love for you to come cheer for me at my games with United. I will give you a ticket for the family box. I don't know what I will do if you're not in the same room as me, your presence giving me strength." he offers to me and as tempting as it sounds, how will I ever tell my brother? how can I attend Chelsea v United games? which side will I support?

"I would really love to, but what about Ben? What if the teams play against? Would I support the man I love or my own blood? Would I even be able to cheer if you scored a goal against Chelsea?" Mason's eyes are bloodshot red and very dark. I hate seeing him hurt like this.

"Even if you give me a short glance, I will know that you support me as well. You don't have to cheer. Just look at me."

Mason's fingers under my chin, force me to look him deeply in the eyes. My heart is beating extremely fast, it may even kill me in the moment. How did we end up like this? confessing to each other the very last day?

In soft movements, his lips come close to mine and I can feel sparks flying as I can finally taste him against me. He is very tender and sweet, cupping my face with both of his soft hands. If I could replace oxygen with Mason's kisses, I would choose that over and over again.

A small moan escapes my lips, and I can feel a smile shaping on his lips, still not removing himself from me, pushing my body deeper onto my car's door. His hands move to hold my waist firmly as he refuses to let me go. I fear that someone may be looking us and especially my brother, but all I can think about right now is how my dream has come true. And my worst nightmare.

"I can't let you go." he mumbles underneath the kiss, his hands roaming all over my body, keeping me in close proximity.

"Don't do this now." I take a breath and stop from kissing him. Why is this happening now? Why did this had to happen now? The day that he is leaving Chelsea for good.

"I need you with me. I can't do this without you." he hold my hands firmly and so tight afraid I may slip away. When in reality, he is the one letting me go. Or, letting go.

"You already are Mason. I will be here for you, but I can't be with you." and with a final kiss, I say my final goodbye to my beloved footballer and sweetest human alive.

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #mason mount #man united

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melodiclune · 4 months ago

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Boo!!! Have a curse on ye!!!

To breakth the spell, name thou mutuals and what you like about them!!!

(not all of them. Minimum 5)

Melmel do you hate me. What if I forget someone. They're gonna hate me forever. I'm literally going to go through my mutuals list and have to do this. FEAR. PLEASE I DON'T MEAN TO FORGET ANYONE I SWEAR I LIKE ALL OF YOU OR ELSE WE WOULDN'T BE MUTUALS

1. Marigolds Buddies, 2. Discord Gang, 3. Blue Lock Gang

1. @noname-nonartist Hi you're the menace to society and thorn in my side (affectionate) for the past three years. Your art is stunning and you're an awesome person to talk to and it's always a chill great time when I get to brainrot with you over ShuAke. Even if I'm not into Project Sekai it's hilarious seeing how into it you are and I'm happy for you

@himi-wiz Do I really need to tell you what I like about you? You already know my heart inside out, there's really not much else to say. I love you to the moon and back. Drink water, Fool.

@sunflowerswithtea MY TEA BUDDY you're the best friend I've had in our academic suffering together. I'm so proud of you, you never give up and try your hardest in everything. You're one of the actual nicest people I know :> I love waking up to your absolute spam of texts on discord even if we don't share the same fandoms atm! I know for a fact that you're going to drag me back into MLB with you though. FEAR.

@rainingstorms1220 Total bean. Take care of yourself more. Your art is stunning, you have some amazing stories and I can't wait to see more of them. Despite all your downs you've never given up, always held your head high, and you're one of the most dedicated, passionate people I know. You're welcome for the hermitcraft brainrot <3 Love you lots Stormy

@chibihobbitlore MARIAAAA MY BELOVED Your art is inspirationally beautiful!! You're so positive every time I talk to you, one of the nicest people ever and it's always such a nice time hanging out with you. Bullying Elder with you is one of my favourite past times :DDDD You're not on Tumblr much but seeing you on discord always makes me go "!!! HI MARI ILY" hehehehe

@eldestofdragon You. You are most definitely not on Tumblr much, part of why I'm tagging you here. Little shit. You're witty, always pull a laugh out of me every time we talk, and I love hearing you ramble about your DnD campaigns and lore filled stories. You're not positive, but you're not negative either, which is right up my alley when I need someone to talk to. <3 I'll see you on discord later today! Worry less, sleep more.

@a-mel-tomelts Menace to society x2. Do I need to tell you too, why I love you? You're witty, happy, excitable and so passionate about the stuff you love. Despite your ups and downs every time I get to chat to you about our shared interests and experiences it's always a great time. Hange to my Levi, Sumi to my Akechi. Nothing else says it better! :D You already know why I love you, twat, ask me on discord if you want details again

@someprettyname THE most chaotic person I know. Passionate, determined, steadfast, and really proud of what you stand for. It's really nice to see that. Every time I open tumblr and see like 30 texts in my message box I'm like "oh no, what's happened to nami this time," and no matter what I see, I like chatting with you when I get the chance <3 Seeing you in my notifs always makes me happy

@blue-thief I swear sometimes it's like we're telepathic with how often we have the same views on things. It's always great chatting chaos or media analysis with you. It's so easy to fall into conversation with you, and seeing you be so certain in your skin sometimes is honestly really nice. You care about your friends so much it's so wholesome. I hope your exam went okay!! I hope I can support you in any way you need from me :3 I'M STILL WAITING ON THAT ASK I SENT TO BE ANSWERED, BEN /j

@zendersenders Fellow Rinsagi enjoyer, again shares a lot of the same views as me so it's always a super fun conversation to have. Fanfic buddy, I have almost dragged you into Persona hell with me. Whenever I see you in my notifications it's like "oh hey, zender's here!! hi!! :DDDD" little dopamine hit. You're a total sweetheart. Except when you decide to terrorise me with Mel, then not so much smh

@galaxynajma Fellow birb enjoyer, has the same media taste as I do which is great to see on my dash, one of the most lovely people on this damned website. One of the rare other KaiSae enjoyers. Talking to Najma is like.. a peaceful chat on a picnic blanket, with a clear sky and cool lemonade in our hands. It's like a moment of reprieve amongst all the chaos of the Blue Lock community. I love these moments dearly :>

@getosugurusbangs Plushie Menace #1. A great person to talk to, even with all the chaos that you dump into my inbox lmao. One of the few people here that understands my Persona references!! I haven't interacted you with much outside of that, but the little interaction we've had has been absolutely lovely. We seem to have the same media taste again, although I'm not too surprised considering everything else hehehe. Your art is absolutely beautiful!! It has a uniquely Eli flavour to it that I always love seeing on my dash :D

I got Kitkat, Elle, and Chen on discord so that this post doesn't get ridiculously long 😭 I should've done the discord people on discord too but it's too late now I'm too far into this.

Good lord. I hope I haven't forgotten anyone? If I have, my deepest apologies, send me a DM or a reply or something and I'll reply immediately or else I will be a very very sad Lune

MEL YOU LITTLE SHIT JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I POST THIS AND FINALLY LOG BACK ONTO DISCORD TO RIP INTO YOU ABOUT THIS

#this took me 20 minutes to type #i am in actual suffering #now i need to go copy paste the stuff for my discord friends #aaaaaaa #WHAT DO I EVEN TAG THIS #asks #lune's love #mel #i can't exactly tag all my moots so melmel this goes under your tag #lies down. people!!!!

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