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nervoushottee · 8 days ago

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it happened quiet | daryl dixon x fem!reader

Summary: [1.5k] What you and Daryl have is a soft quiet love.

Big Bald Ass Note: I’ve always had a love for Daryl Dixon. He was one of the first “older man” crushes I ever had many years ago. I’ve always loved his character and the way Norman Reedus has and still does portray this character is like no other. My favorite thing about him that I didn’t understand when I watched twd when I was young but grew into adulthood was his introverted character. And how his care for others was soft, quiet and subtle yet strong and profound all at the same time. As a person who has a quiet love, personally prefers it and deeply cherishes that quiet love. I had the sudden urge to write this. I’ve been getting back into my Daryl Dixon phase recently and I just couldn’t get this out of my head. Thank you to @moonpascal for giving me that little push I needed to just go for it while the juices were flowing despite my other fic waiting outside waving her hands hoping to be seen, This is a long author’s note but this piece is truly something that means a lot to me. Which is funny because this is literally fanfiction but it's still writing and it's still art and it's mine.

Enjoy.

Daryl wasn’t an affectionate person. It’s never been something that just came easy to him. He never received it as a child and didn’t think anything of it once he got older.

There was one time when he was really really young. He was waiting for Merle after school, his older brother’s school building a few blocks away, and he watched his classmates greet their parents. He saw the parents with bright eyes and wide smiles. Mothers kissing their sons on the cheeks and fathers rubbing the top of their heads.

A strong deep feeling within his belly grew from the sight of it and it got bigger and bigger as the two Dixon brothers walked back home.

And when they got to their home, Daryl saw their mom had been exactly in the same spot where the two boys had left her. Face down into the pillow, an arm hanging off the side of the bed where a spilled bottle of Jack Daniels had stained seeped into the carpet.

Daryl cried for the first time ever. He cried for something he never had.

He didn’t cry when he saw kids on the streets with new bikes and scooters. Didn’t cry when his mom and dad would yell until the sun went down. But he cried for this. That deep strong feeling that he couldn’t name poured out of him and he cried. Standing in the hallway as he watched his mother sleep.

Merle, barely a teen and was bitching about spilled liquor, thought he was crying because mom looked too still. His older brother checked her pulse and felt the faint thump, thump, thump. “She’s jus sleepin’ Daryl.”, he explained to him. But Daryl didn’t stop crying. He hunched over, clutched his chest like his heart had been twisted and shoved down into his stomach and cried.

When Merle finally found out why he was crying, the older brother placed his hands on each of Daryl’s shoulders, stooped to his level and looked directly into his eyes.

“Dixons don’t cry. Not over that or anything else. We just weren’t made for that stuff.”

Daryl never cried or wanted it again.

Until now.

Until you.

When the world’s gone to shit and the dead are walking. You gotta learn how to start trusting the living. Well, to learn how to trust your group. They don’t just become a group of people you survive with. They become your family whether you like it or not.

And in the beginning, Daryl sure as hell didn’t like it.

He tried to force it away. To keep himself on the outside like he’s always done. Still did even when his brother went missing when they went back for him on that roof. But when time goes on and people die you build something, you find something and you learn something. He warmed into being more into the group. To being something of importance to Rick and the others. More than just Merle’s younger brother.

He remembers Carol telling him that he was meant for a leadership role but he’s never thought that about himself. And never will.

And getting closer to them came with affection. Came with a bond. With awkward hugs from Carol when he had spent day and night looking for Sophia. Her cropped hair pressed against his bandaged ear. It came with pats on the back from Rick and looks that meant something a lot more brotherly than he’s ever felt with Merle. With you and your small smiles and lingering eyes.

He had to learn to accept it. To learn that it was okay and wasn’t out of pity. That it was something he was actually allowed to have. It took him a long time to and he still only takes it in doses. Giving Carol a Cherokee Rose or the brief massage of her sore shoulder. Patting Rick’s shoulder, hoping he knows how much his brotherly bond means to him through it. Nodding his head at you with the tip of his ears a bit red as he turns his head away from you.

You’ve been a part of the group for as long as he could remember. And the two of you didn’t become something immediately. Daryl was an ass to you when all of this first started. He was an ass to everyone. But when he would small smiles from the courtyard, he would feel something that had never stirred inside of him before.

You were a touchy person.

Always within arms reach of someone. Giving Lori a reassuring squeeze of the hand or hug when she seemed like she would just break down in tears from the stress of being pregnant in this world. Kissing the top of Beth's head when she came to you with her anxieties over the group's safety. Or playfully slapping T-Dog’s shoulder when he used to make you laugh.

But when it came to Daryl you never touched him. And he felt off about it. Thankful but off.

When the two of you were starting to become something more, he had subtly brought it up when the two of you were on watch. It felt like pulling teeth when he asked you. And he would rather have done that with a rusted wrench than do this.

“I know you Daryl.” you said to him with a shrug.

That was the only thing that you said to him when he had asked but it was all that he needed. As your eyes never left his, he watched you smile softly. The moon giving your skin a light glow. You knew that he doesn’t respond well to physical affection. To hugs or kisses on the cheek (except from Carol who does it despite the awkwardness she laughs through). You knew it was something he just wasn’t used to. Or even maybe never had. It was only four words but it meant more to Darly than he could even say in a lifetime.

And if you ever told anyone that he was the one that made the first move and kissed you at the top of the prison tower. He will lie until he’s blue in the face and say he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

After that you became more affectionate with each other. More touchy than before. Not touchy like Glenn and Maggie. Kissing each other goodbye when the other would go on a run or a quick kiss good morning. Or hugging after a run gone bad and they almost lost the other. Public display of affection to his partner, to you, is something Daryl could never really get on with.

But what the two of you had was a quiet love. A word Daryl still had a hard time saying and rarely ever said but knew deep in his heart that he felt it whenever he looked at you.

It was a quiet love filled with small glances and innocent touches. His hand against the small of your back or a quick tap on your arm or thigh. Your small smile to greet him and the nods that greets you. Holding his hand underneath the table. Feeling his calloused thumb rub against your hand once or twice. Checking on eachother during the other’s watch shift. Him adding some of his food on your plate as he walks past you. You giving him a snack of whatever random thing you have on hand in the evening. Placing your head on his shoulder very briefly when there's not many people around. A mutual meaning of a hug when it's late at night and you won’t see him for a while.

It was a silent bond the others knew about by name(ish) and feeling but not as much by action. Those actions were yours and yours alone. And you both preferred it that way.

Tender kisses and tight hugs. Soft caresses on the cheek and tracing fingers across bare chests. Whispered stories of childhood that turn into bedtime stories throughout the night. Expressing moments of doubt, fear or anger. Tears that would fall on your face and the feeling of his lips pressed against the top of your head.

Even in moments when you were sleeping next to him. Your head on top of his chest or his arm curled around your stomach. Daryl would feel your wrist, his thumb against your pulse to make sure it's still beating. Or hold as still as he can like he’s tracking a buck in the forest to feel the up and down of your body to ensure you’re breathing.

You became a big part of his life. This group (his family) became a big part of his life. Who knew that it would only take the end of the world for him to feel something more than just anger for the first time in his entire life.

Daryl wasn’t an affectionate person. But he learned how to be. For the good of the group, for himself and for you.

dividers by @saradika

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mrslectermoriarty · 7 months ago

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Headcanon Series #15

Okay, I need some IceMav!daughter stuff or I'm gonna burst!

I imagine a one-night-stand accident or a deceased mother of the girl and Tom/Pete got custody. (sth like that, the point is they’re a single parent)

Now, when they move in together (after cutting the crap and finally hooking up, developing a relationship) the little girl grows up with at first one, then two fathers.

Mav is Pops and Ice is Papa. East-European Tom Kazansky absolutely gets the ‘Papa’ title.

She learns the cooking from Mav because he had to make his own food pretty early on in his life (rough childhood, you know the drill)

(based on a Bruce Wayne Headcanon I can’t find anymore) Ice can’t cook at all. He can set a kitchen on fire with only a wooden spoon and cold water. The only thing he actually can do is an excellent bbq, which he becomes famous for. Ice teaches his daughter all the tricks and when she gets older, and Ice is maybe too exhausted after a day of work or sth, she’ll fire up the grill and provide amazing food for everyone around.

Also, Ice spent his childhood baking with his mother and her mother whenever they met, so the kid learns baking from him.

Mav teaches her how to fix cars and motorcycles. His hyperfixation kinda catches her too and they spend many weekends in the garage.

I am utterly obsessed with with this fanfiction and needed to implement it into this - Ice reads really weird bedtime stories, but she loves every single one of them.

Of course she grows up with Bradley (they’re around the same age, idc who’s older) and the adults around them like to refer to them as the chaos cousins. When Mav and Ice take Bradley in after Carole dies, they become the chaos siblings.

Bradley loves his sister and is super protective of her when they are in their teens. When she got cruelly dumped by her boyfriend in her first year of high school, Bradley stormed into the guys’ classroom and broke his nose. The principal had to call his parents, so Tom interrupted an important meeting and showed up in uniform at school to get his kid. The principal was kinda intimidated because of course Tom put on his Iceman™ look and stared the guy down, so Bradley ended up being expelled for only the rest of the day. (I think I need to write something separate about this)

Let’s take a closer look at the whole custody situation: Mav made Ice his emergency Contact and vice versa. Obvious. In the eyes of the Navy they are ‘best friends’ and brothers in arms; it’s not an uncommon thing to do so. Concerning the kids; they’re always both listed as emergency contacts for the kids. In a scenario where Tom has a daughter, they always argue “we both have a kid, we’re basically brothers, the kids are grew up together; they’re like cousins - we’re a family in the Navy, we look out for each other.” In a scenario where Mav has a daughter, he answers to that question with “Ice is like a brother to me; we’re best friends. He knows the kid(s). I can’t always respond, so I need another person to watch over the kid(s). He was the first to agree to that.” (I don’t know if this makes sense)

Regarding Bradley being an overprotective sibling; that girl doesn’t actually need any protection - after all, both her fathers are Navy legends and well respected and feared men in the military. She can stand her ground pretty well.

The flyboys often joke around if she actually might be a genetic experiment where they took Pete’s and Ton’s DNA to create the ultimate soldier because she inherits significant parts of both their personalities. She gets Mav’s recklessness and Ice’s strategic thinking, so everything she does, however stupid it might look, she does on purpose. She also got both their stubbornness. They all agree; if she ever starts a career in the Navy, she’s gonna be a nightmare for her superiors.

She starts a career in the Navy. Of course she had the chance to do something else, but she grew up surrounded by people being very passionate about their jobs and they just kinda naturally dragged her into it. Her military education looks something like this, I found it and almost died of laughter because this is kinda exactly how I imagined it, this is a piece of art!

She’s just as protective of her brother as he is over her and that’s why she hates Jake in the beginning. Sure, they’re now adults, but Bradley has such an unhealthy relationship with that guy, on and off and back on; then they’re fucking in a closet, the next minute they shout at each other over training exercises - she doesn’t get why Bradley keeps crawling back to that guy. After the Uranium-Mission (Ice lives, Mav doesn’t have the fight with Bradley) she starts appreciating the guy a little more because for one, he saved her father and brother, second, now that both men are more mature than ever and develope an actual relationship, she can see parallels in them to her fathers and she gets why they can’t keep away from each other. (Also don’t know if this makes sense)

Both her fathers walk her down the aisle on her wedding day, she insists on that.

Please expand if you have additions! <3

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #top gun #top gun fandom #top gun headcanons #icemav daughter #technically it could also be IceMav son #or in general IceMav child #I just wanted a kid and a contrast to Bradley #so here we are #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #headcanon series mrslectermoriarty

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gubbin-galoshes · 1 year ago

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Yesterday I arrived at a Christmas fundraiser event as a volunteer. There were parents and kids, carols and laughter, families dancing and talking in bright voices.

My back was to it all. I guarded the entry table, took money, explained the festivities, and watched them move on. Other volunteers came to talk with me, sat at the table two and three at a time, offered me cocoa and cookies and engaged me in bright conversation while the room reverberated with noise and more families came in and waited expectantly at my table.

Four hours later, I felt like I was going to pass out, but I had two more hours to go. By the time I got home after dark, I was shaking. I felt like my brain had been sucked out with a straw, leaving a rattling ringing in my ears.

This morning, after running tech for the UU service, everyone got up and started talking at once but I couldn't understand them because there was a crashing ocean noise in my skull that rumbled painfully in my ears every time someone made a sound. I had to get out. I picked up my bag, said goodbye, and ran.

For the past few years-- since joining this community and since becoming a manager at work, since I've started running meetings and supervising people and being asked to give every moment of my time to solving other people's personal problems or to noisy, bright, confusing events --I've forced myself to try and be normal.

Normal is taking everything I have, so I keep my abnormalities to myself: my fanfiction, my kids' shows, my fantasy novels, my podcasts, the tent I sleep in every night because it's the only thing that makes me feel safe. These things are secret because they're mine and mine alone. I can't let normal take them, too.

One of those secret things is Hilda.

I adore this show so incredibly much. I feel like it was written just for me: the folklore, the woods, the low-stakes adventures, the knowledge that everything will be okay in the end. This is the world I always wanted. It's the story that I always wanted to write. Even now, its gentle lessons on how to be a good person and how to be a good friend are morals I needed to hear. And I tried applying those lessons: be adventurous, invite others to explore with you, say what's on your mind, ask questions, knock on doors, help where help is needed, engage fully in every conversation, spend all your time with other people, leap first and look later, be loud, and contribute to the noise and color and light. Do all these things and everyone will love you. Keep doing it, even if it hurts. You'll adjust. You'll become resilient. And you'll be happy and you'll make everyone else happy.

But then. Now. There's Louise.

This is me. I'm so quiet that no one sees me, no one knows my name, and when I make a sound people jump. In my overwhelmed and frustrated state, after trying so hard to be like everyone else, this three-second scene made me cry with relief.

I'd been so focused on turning myself into the person that everyone else needed that I'd forgotten who I am. Louise reminded me. As the episode went on, I remembered how I used to quietly and calmly observe. How I would absorb and analyze and only speak when I'd built up something to say.

But most importantly-- the thing that reached into my soul and ripped it out --was the fact that Louise is comfortable in who she is. By the end of the show, her quiet observation is her strength. She's strong and confident, not timid and shy. She can be accepted warmly as a good friend even if she isn't as loud as everyone else. Her character arc is not to overcome her quietness. Being quiet is a part of her personality, and she's loved and accepted for who she is.

And that? I don't remember seeing that.

Ever.

Only a couple weeks ago I sat in a roomful of people and told them I was grateful to them for teaching me how to be more outgoing while, at the same time, the raging ocean waves of protest crashed in my ears. Just push through it, I'd thought. The more you force yourself to be extroverted, the easier it will become. But what if it was okay to be myself?

I haven't watched past this introductory episode, but this kids' show is washing away my existential crisis and I love it so, so much.

#journal #hilda netflix #introvert

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daryl-and-carol-oh-my · 2 months ago

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What is your opinion about Merle? Do you love him or hate him?

Please answer my ask I'm such a fan of your blog!

Hi, Anon!!!! Awwww, thank you!!!! That is always so nice to hear!! <33333 Every time my queue gets to that last post, I wonder if I should just let it go, then I remember sweet anons like you who enjoy my posts, and it encourages me to fill it up. So, thank you for that! <3

Just a quick note, Anon. If you have an Ask that might have been sitting there for a while now in my inbox, I haven't forgotten it! A month ago or so, I started getting these messages in my ASKs, from a very frustrated person who is apparently in the Caryl server I am in, and it's sort of made me wary? I sort of think they are venting. Their frustration isn't aimed at me but people I am friends with so it's kinda gotten me suspicious. There's regular Asks mixed in with them and this Ask kinda kicked my butt into gear lol I am gonna get to these other Asks so sit tight if you have one in there! I apologize, I really do love getting them and have so much fun answering!

Merle!!! Okay, I love Merle! When Merle was introduced in GUTS I really did not care for him at all. I applauded Officer Friendly for putting him on his ass and cuffing him up. He reminded me of my sisters dumbass racist asshole boyfriends from way back when, so, at first, I didn't like him from that initial episode.

Enter Daryl in Tell it to the Frogs! They were talking about Daryl in the cube van back to the quarry so I was definitely interested to see how what the brother of this Merle guy was like xD

Of course Daryl was upset his brother was cuffed to a rooftop pipe, threat of the living dead and all, so his reaction to me was really sad and heartbreaking to see, especially when they got there and found Merle's hand! Dx

When they didn't find him I forgot about Merle until that season two hallucination.

Then season 3, Merle is with this Governor dickcheese, so I totally knew some kind of arc was gonna play out and I was not disappointed! it was harrowing to say the least, I was so happy when Merle followed Daryl to the prison. I wanted to see Glenn, Merle and Maggie work through what happened, for Merle to come to a truce with everyone, and see him become a full fledged part of TF.

Bawled. I bawled like a crazy person when Merle was killed. I had totally embraced him, wanted him and Daryl to work out their relationship, and for some kick ass moments between Merle and Carol lol. That banter they had was epic. Wish that deleted scene of Carol and he had stayed in the show.

I'd have loved to see Merle in the Gov's war, Merle on he road, Merle in Alexandria. Missed the mark on that one, TPTB.

Backstory you didn't ask for! Dx

So I was part of this RP community on Mocospace (people still RP there but all the OG's have moved to Discord, after having first migrated to KIK) and I was on there, on a real life profile in like. . . 2008. I made a Severus Snape profile just for fun, the reasons why aren't important! xD If anyone is still reading this far and wants to know, send an Ask. But one night there was no one the in NEAR ME room so I explored the chat rooms, found the state rooms and I noticed North Carolina was really full of people! I went in there on my Snape profile, and I stumbled into a room full of Twilight Characters! And Pro Wrestling Characters! I was like O......O OMG! My peeps! Now, I had never read/watched any of the Twilight stuff at this point but they just swooped in and accepted me, it was wonderful! They introduced me to this wonderful world of Role Play! I was very novice to being online lol. Snape's bestie was Bella from Twilight and Nicki Bella, from Wresting. She played both of them on one profile lol it was amazing.

There was this whole Harry Potter Rp community that just so happened, did not have a Snape! So I learned the ropes, the rules, and it started my whole path and journey to where I ended up RPing Daryl, and writing fanfiction for Caryl.

I won't bore with the details on how I moved on from the Snape profile, it was so much drama, people became offended when my gender was revealed. I just assumed people knew I was a woman??

Anyway - I became obsessed with TWD, Daryl, Carol, Caryl, so I made a RP group, and we had almost the whole roster of characters! I ran the group, as was looking for a Merle, looking for a Rick, looking for a Michonne. I couldn't find anyone who wrote Merle good enough so I made him myself lol A werewolf RPer found me role playing by myself one day in North Carolina, he auditioned for Rick and he ended up being a pretty good writer, so I let him make a Governor too.

But omg I had SO MUCH FUN role playing Daryl and Merle, by myself to myself xD

I must say, my group lasted until around season 6 of TWD. It was a blast. I miss having a RP group of friends just writing out fun little plays. I have so many stories about it xD And thirsty people for my Daryl's . . . crossbow! Dx xD

So yeah, definitely, I fucking love Merle!!! <3333333333333

Hey Anon, thank you so much for this fun Ask!!! Please forgive me for my delay, and like I said, if you have one in there that's older, I will get to it!!! Hope your weekend was good, and your week treats you well, stay well and safe!

Carylering ON, my friend!!! <33333333333333

#lovely anon #anon ask #anon reply #caryl

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lola-andheruniverse · 28 days ago

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Hi Lola!

Do you have any advice for overcoming writers block? I've tried a few methods out myself. Can't seem to get myself out of this rut lol I really admire your dedication to promoting fanfic so I thought I'd pick your brain! :) I mainly dabble in Caryl but I've ventured out into other fandoms I like. Caryl is where I am stagnant right now. Thanks a lot for any words you can give me lol Caryl on!!! :)

Hi, anon! Thanks for sending this ask, I love to talk about all the things fanfiction and writer's block intersect with my real life job too so we can kill two birds with one stone. 😊 First, since you write for other fandoms, it might be interesting to try to understand why you're particularly stuck with Caryl. You might be very invested in writing for our ship and that can be triggering anxious responses that make it hard to concentrate in your task. Or you might being affected by the emotional roller coaster our fandom is currently experience. Switching between highs too high and lows too low is emotionally exhausting and affects our disposition to do everything, including things we love like writing. Taking a time away from the fandom can help with that. Re-watching caryl scenes or re-reading your favorite fics (and here you can definitely include your own work) can help to restart the joy. Second, there are practical things you can do to help with your block. I'll list a few that work for me: 1. Try to establish a writing routine that makes sense and works for you. You don't have to write everyday or for the same length of time every time, but you can do little stuff that signal to your brain 'hey, it is time to write'. For example, setting a timer so you can write uninterruptedly for short amount of times; listening to a special caryl playlist to get you in the mood or white noise if you get easily distracted with external noises; having a glass of water and a snack right from the start with you so you don't need to get up when you feel thirsty/hungry; creating a comfortable environment to write by sitting in a good chair and having adequate light; 2. Write those scenes that you are dying to write for first. You know those scenes that are the heart of your chapter/one-shot, that you keep daydreaming about? Write them first. Put what brings you joy about your story right on paper and, then, later, fill up with every other scene that leads to it or comes after it. This might be easier than trying to write in the right order, because opening scenes can be very difficult and the main scenes will help set the tone of the rest of the chapter/one-shot;

3. If you're having a hard time describing images or voicing your character's voices and feelings, write the dialogue first. It will help to establish rhythm later when you get back to it to fill the blanks. You can do something like this: [description of the cabin Carol and Daryl are, the sofa is still plush and of a faded pink and there's dust everywhere] " What about this room?" Daryl asks [need to indicate later that he's feeling frustrated but with another noun]. " It'll do for tonight." 4. If you can't put anything at all on paper, you can brainstorm with yourself (or a friend) and write key words that will help you later when you're feeling more inclined to write. Same example than before: evening - abandoned cabin - just a light little coming from outside - lux pink couch - daryl frustrated - carol feelings - small talk - elephant in the room about major plot point You can elaborate as much as you want, turning keywords into key phrases, writing a sentence or two and building on that. 5. Okay, not even key words are working? Get your phone and record what you are imagining on an app that translates audio to text. Come back and edit it later, turning it into workable prose.

I hope these tips help you out, anon. Thanks again for the ask. If you manage to finish writing your caryl fic, no matter who short it is, please let me know so I can read it? It will be a pleasure, I'm sure of it.

#caryl #caryl fanfiction #ask answered #thanks anon #this was fun

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verywhispersstrawberry · 25 days ago

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@ao3org

My first time writing ever! Many head cannons of how I would have like things to have went on TWD after “Alone” and people I wanted to still be alive. Just had to write it down. Hope you enjoy, any and all feedback appreciated. Beth and Daryl have inspired me so much from TWD, that I have all these head cannons, that I want to write. Also, what are some of the best forums to post fanfiction on? Any suggestions would be great as well! Happy Reading!

CHAPTER 1

"Did You Really Love Me"

Carol had mentioned to Beth that Daryl was in a place called Madmosone. She explained to her what it was. She mentioned the woman coming up and propositining him and he said, “I’m good, but thank you.” She was just aggravating Daryl. Hershel, Rick, Michone, Glenn, Maggie and all the others were listening and smiling. Couldn’t believe Daryl would be in a place like that. But Beth wasn’t smiling. In fact it made her realize Daryl had a whole other life in France and all these years that they were apart.

Maggie and Carol had told her about Leah and Daryl living with her for about a year in the cabin in the woods. That hurt Beth too. But listening to his life in France and the fact that he took on a child, who was not his. She began to wonder if he had forgotten about her all these years. Did he really love her like he was implying that night in the kitchen in the funeral home, or was it out of loneliness?

When Daryl came down the stairs, Carol starts to aggravate him (like brothers and sisters do) about telling Beth about that place. Was all harmless fun to Carol. When they proceeded to tell him about what they had been telling her, Daryl just rolled his eyes. He looked at Beth and he saw she was not smiling and in fact she was hurt.

“Beth, nothing happened. I was there to find get some help and fuel so we could get back here.”

Laurant was listening in and he responded, “but Isabelle loved you.” Did you not love her?” Everyone is staring at Daryl at this point. Hershel, Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Michonne, and definitely Beth. Daryl didn’t respond to his question. Laurant again states, “she told me she loved you, Daryl.” “I know,” Daryl responds.

Beth gets up and goes upstairs. Obviously, hurt. The others realized and watch what has happened. Daryl goes up after her. They go into their bedroom. Beth is sitting on the bed. Daryl sees her and sits down beside her.

“Beth are you ok?”

“Did you love her?”

“I cared about her, but I didn’t love her. She was a good person. She reminded me of you.”

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did she remind me of you?”

“When I was at the convent, she was helping me bathe. I noticed she had scars on her wrist. It reminded me of you.”

“Great! me trying to kill myself at the farm reminded you of me and she was bathing you!”

“It’s not what you think. She was helping me with my back. She saw my scars. That’s it.”

“Isabelle, had tried the same thing. I seen the scars, I thought of you. I have always thought of you.

“ Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Daryl, I hear these stories about your life after all these years apart and I feel you are a different person. You lived with a woman who obviously loved you, you were in another country, you had another woman in love wth you. It hurts me to think that had not everything happened that night, we coulld have been together. What about Leah? Did you love her too?

“ I thought I did, but no I didn't.” I was just lonely.”

“Were you ‘just lonely’ that night when were talking in the kitchen?”

“No! I was in love with you then and I have always been in love with you. It has always been you, Beth.” No one else. Yeah I cared about Leah and Isabelle, but I did not love them. You were always in my heart, even though I believed you were gone.” I was looking for someone like you, I guess. But I never felt about anyone the way I felt about you that night and all these years since.”

“But you had a whole other life?”

“So. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” Beth said.

We are here together, now, and that is all that matters. You and Laurant are all that matters to me.

“Laurant is not your son.” No, but I made him my responsibility. They were going to use the kid as a martyr. I couldn’t let that happen to him. You wouldn’t either.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Beth said shaking her head.

“How do I get you to believe that you are the only one I love?”

“I don’t know. I thought I knew, but hearing of your life since that night and how you have changed, I don’t know.”

Daryl, sat for a minute, and looked at Beth, “Alright, remember that night when you were going to write that thank you note to whoever lived there?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you were ready to leave that next day, I wanted us to stay. When I lived with Leah for a while, I decided I needed to come back home. Here. She wanted me to stay. She begged me to stay. I didn’t. Isabelle wanted me to stay in France, I didn’t. But I was going to settle with you at that funeral home for as long as possible. I wanted to make a home with you there. I have only wanted to be with you. After you getting shot, and everything that happened afterward, I was lost. I was lost without you. My heart was broken, Beth. I guess, I was just reaching out wherever I could. But, then to find out you are alive and here with me now. You don’t know how happy that makes me. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t even want to go out on runs, because I am afraid to leave you. I am afraid to fall asleep at times that I will wake up and it has all been a dream. That you aren’t really here. I can’t go through that again Beth. I can’t!”

Beth hugged Daryl, tryng to comfort him and let him know that she is real and she isn’t going anywhere, but she understands how he feels, she does the same thing, she thought. That she will wake up and will all be a dream and she won’t be back with her family and Daryl.

#ao3 fanfic #bethyl

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cryptid-crafted · 2 months ago

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oh lawd, the cryptid's craftin'

Hey-ho, writeblr! After some life upheaval and major goal/process restructuring, I'm back (if the profile picture looks familiar, you've got good eyes - I used to be @/goinggremlin).

The Basics:

Alex (he/they)

Late 20s, Midwest USA

Trans man, aroace, AuDHD

On Writing:

My genres: fantasy, horror, sci-fi, occasional contemporary fiction

My influences: Tamsyn Muir, Mark Lawrence, Joe Abercrombie, Robin Hobb, Martha Wells, Yasuhiro Nightow

My favorite themes/tropes/topics/etc: death and rebirth; found family and queerness; "this shit sucks but we stay silly"; body horror; characters with guard dog vibes; "it's rotten work" / "not to me. not if it's you"; banter and witty comedy, esp. as a juxtaposition to The Horrors; trauma and its cycles; shitty people doing shitty things; grumpy (with a heart of gold) x sunshine (with a soul black as night); 2nd person POV

About Me:

I am NOT a writer with any formal training - I'm self-taught, but always interested in learning.

I've been writing consistently for nearly seven years now. I started with fanfiction and over the last year and a half have begun transitioning to more original work.

I'm really bad at interacting consistently, as most of my limited energy goes toward writing. I love sharing resources and prompts, however, and will more often participate in ask games than tag games ❤️ Community is important but I'm most often found on the fringes.

I won't post large chunks of WIP often, because I am slow (but also like privacy during drafting). I will post fun snippets of dialogue or description because I crave validation and am unashamed about admitting that.

I love swapping tips and tricks, or just generally talking about the writing process!

You can also find me on my more fan-focused blog, @thechaoscryptid! I'm a firm believer that transformative work is a valid (even necessary) part of the creative world. You may (will) hear about some of my fanwork on this blog in the context of craft or process.

Published works:

That Bright and Bitter Dawn (Queer for the New Year, Balance of Seven, 2022)

Wintersong (Many Hands, Duck Prints Press, 2024)

It Watches (Cryptid Carols To Sing In the Dark, Memento Vivere Press, 2024 - upcoming)

WIPs:

(to be updated at a later date)

Behind the Blog:

In addition to writing, you'll also hear about cooking and knitting and cat parenting, oh my! I've been passionate about food since I could pick up a knife; knitting is a recent but rewarding hobby I pick at when I need something to do with my hands.

I have three cats (Shino, Rorschach, and Chaos) and two snakes (Jormungandr and Oda).

I work third shift (at a book warehouse!) and am usually pretty brain/pain foggy, so if I space on an ask or tag game...it's not you, it's me.

I fandom hop SO much, largely around the anime scene (Trigun, Naruto, SK8: the Infinity, BNHA, Bungou Stray Dogs...so many more...). I'm also a huge BG3 and FE:3H enthusiast, even though video games aren't usually my go-to.

This year I've been plowing through a lot of fantasy and sci-fi books that I hope to be able to sit down and write down my thoughts about!

I'm also a huge music enthusiast, and listen to a lot of metal and folk music. Favorite bands include (but are definitely not limited to) Sabaton, Fish In A Birdcage, Autoheart, Faun, Delain, and Port Sulphur Band.

That's about it! My ask box is always open (my DMs are not, unless specifically invited please), and I'm looking forward to dipping my toes into the writeblr waters once again.

#cryptid chatter #writeblr introduction #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing community

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alolaamii · 11 months ago

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Scrooge and Isabel "What If" Fanfiction

Recently watched the 2022 version of "A Christmas Carol", and quite enjoyed it. It was animated, it had some rather cute and catchy songs, and the voice acting was sublime.

In fact, it inspired me to write this little fanfiction about a "what if" scenario if you will. (This is the one thing I wished would have happened in the movie - having Isabel come back to Scrooge. I know that's not how it goes in the novel or in any movie adaptation, but considering how much this movie changed from the novel or other movies, I think this would have been a welcomed change).

Give it a read if you enjoyed said iteration of "A Christmas Carol". It's not much, (and probably something I won't elaborate on), but I enjoyed writing it. ______________________________________________________________

Isabel Fezziwig walked about the streets of London, toward a familiar establishment.

She had walked this path many times before…and she knew that she would continue to do so again and again.

She was set in her ways, and nothing would detour her from this tradition.

As the middle aged woman neared the shop front, she kept walking (slowly) - she knew it would never change. Forever, it would be known as "Scrooge and Marley". As with every passing, her heart skipped a beat or two. Inside, the love of her life sat, hating the world and everyone in it…including her, she knew.

Isabel couldn't blame Ebenezer for his feelings toward her - she had been the one to end their relationship after all. However, every time she passed by his place of work, she hoped that she'd once again see the man that she had fallen in love with…but, alas, that was never the case.

She frowned. How she wished that she could have moved on from him - she had intended to, and had had plenty of men who attempted to be her suitors, but she had never allowed them the luxury of her heart…because, she was in love with someone else.

She had come to know quite well the man that Ebenezer had become - a miser would be the kindest way to describe him. It had been Christmas time when her own actions had caused him grief, but she also knew that the season was hard for him for many other reasons - he lost his business partner, Jacob Marley, a little over seven years ago, and he had lost his sister, Jen, many years prior to that tragedy even.

Truly, while Christmas was a season of joy to so many, it was a time of strife for Ebenezer.

Isabel couldn't fault him for feeling ill of the holiday, as it had come and gone with many woes for him…but, how she hoped that a miracle would happen that would allow him to open his shut up heart, and embrace all the good it had to offer as well.

As the woman neared the shop, it looked…different somehow. It almost seemed…warmer? Ebenezer had never been affected by the cold, so his business was usually just as bristle, but now- As she glanced into the window, the place was brighter due to a giant fire being lit in the background. It appeared tidier as well - no longer were the desks stacked with bills or signed agreements for loans.

It hit Isabel, that perhaps this was no longer "Scrooge and Marley". Could it be that the love of her life had passed, and in doing so, the great establishment that he helped to build was no longer here?

She quickly glanced up at the sign atop the front doorway: "Scrooge and…Cratchit"? Old Marley's name had been taken down and replaced! Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that someone could have replaced Ebenezer's partner! He had valued Jacob Marley more so than anyone in the world…including her!

Isabel once again glanced inside…but, Ebenezer was no where to be found at the moment. Instead, a younger man - probably about the age Ebenezer had been when training under Marley - sat at a desk, quill in hand, and jotting down something or other. Could this person be the "Cratchit" that she had seen upon the sign? She wasn't certain, but she did know Ebenezer wasn't one to employ more than he needed at his business, as it would be a "…waste of money". As such, this was the only conclusion that she could come to.

She approached the front door, made to grasp the handle…but, stopped. She was nervous - too nervous to enter. There were too many "what if's" in her mind. What if Ebenezer had truly passed, and this new person merely kept his name upon the door in "fond" remembrance, (much like her love had done with Marley's name). Even if things seemed different, what if Ebenezer hadn't changed at all? What if-

"Pardon me, please."

That voice was very familiar to Isabel.

The woman rotated slowly around, and was met with the eyes of her true love. And the same could perhaps be said for the man before her, as his eyes went wide at the sight of her. "Isabel?"

Her voice got caught in her throat. There stood the love of her life, and he was seemingly…different, (just like his business). She couldn't place what exactly at the moment, but she could just feel that he was not the man that he had been for many, many years.

"Hello, Ebenezer…"

#ebenezer scrooge #isabel fezziwig #scrooge 2022 #netflix scrooge #scrooge a christmas carol

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wonderofasunrise · 1 year ago

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...or at least I think I do.

Anyway, something tells me that it'd be neat to have a well-organised pinned post, so here goes.

I go by M around this place, and I've been back here since 2020 after almost a decade of absence from this hellsite. I'm a 28-year-old queer woman from Indonesia, and I spend around 30% of my fandom life writing fic, 5% being a connoisseur of...less-than-stellar and often obscure movies starring hot actresses that I like (Jeri Ryan, Gates McFadden, Denise Crosby, Laura Innes, Sherry Stringfield, Maura Tierney to name a few...), and the remaining 65% lamenting the fact that I'm a fandom participant from a non-Western country where English is not an official language which is...well, let's say it can be quite a lonely existence.

My two primary fandoms here are ER and Star Trek (The Next Generation, Voyager, Picard), so you'll find that most of my posts and reblogs are related to those two - with a dash of other stuff. I got into ER during lockdown in 2020, and it remains one of the best decisions I've ever made. It is my favourite show ever, and as of now Kerry Weaver is still the only queer character on TV that I can relate to fully as a struggling queer woman in a less-than-supportive environment. ER was also my entry to online fandom spaces, particularly Twitter and Tumblr. Star Trek is the one fandom I never expected to really get into, given that I was never too big on sci-fi, though according to my mum it runs in the family since my late grandfather loved The Original Series and was an admirer of Spock. So far I have watched TNG, VOY, and PIC, with VOY being my favourite - especially my beloved former Borg drone and half-Klingon.

As I said, fanfiction is my thing here and I've been into it since I was around 14 - though I didn't start writing seriously until I was an adult. Among other things, fic helped me learn English tremendously as a teenager, and though naturally I still make mistakes here and there I feel far more confident writing fic in English than in Indonesian, lol. So far I have 29 published works on AO3, all ER and Trek. My favourite characters, and thus the ones I write the most about, are Kerry Weaver, Susan Lewis, Abby Lockhart, and Carol Hathaway (ER); Tasha Yar, Data, Beverly Crusher, and Deanna Troi (TNG); and Kathryn Janeway, B'Elanna Torres, and Seven of Nine (VOY). My preferred ships are Kerry/Susan, Kerry/Abby, and Abby/Susan (ER); Picard/Crusher and Data/Tasha (TNG); and B'Elanna/Seven (VOY).

These are some of my personal favourites that I've written:

ER The Ache for Home (Kerry/Susan) When All We Have is Here and Now (Kerry/Susan) In a Sacred Place (Kerry/Susan) Like Nothing Before (Abby/Susan)

Star Trek In Salvo (TNG x VOY crossover; Seven, the Doctor, & Beverly) The Colours Are Bright (VOY; Janeway & Seven) One Hundred Hours (VOY; B'Elanna & Seven)

For more of those, here's my AO3 profile - do feel free to leave a comment if you enjoy any of my works! I also take prompts for the aforementioned fandoms, and if you have any please hit me up here. In case you somehow happen to enjoy my vibes, I'm also on Twitter as @lobsterbreaker and my ask here is (almost) always open. In addition, I'm a mod on two queer-focused Discord servers: que[ER] Fic and Fandom for all things ER fanfiction and fandom with a twist of gayness and Space MILFs for our favourite hot ladies in space - please let me know if you're interested in joining either (or both 👀)!

That's about it, really, so if you've been so kind to bear with me here you fucking rock, I love you, I wish you the best yadda yadda yadda, and here's to more medical and space shenanigans!

#about me #pinned post

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 2 years ago

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Zee what fandoms do you think the YR characters are in? 💜

That is a good question, Meg, and I will do my best to figure this out. It may take me a long time. We did indeed have to talk through these with Dani. Some of these are going to have very well thought out explanations, and others will absolutely have nothing:

I feel like Wilhelm would be in like the Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows fandom. He would have been well read growing up, because reading is kind of a hobby that is universally seen as "proper." I feel like he'd pick up fantasy books just to escape for a while. It would probably make him feel more normal (even these characters in this highly unrealistic world are still just like him - anxious, queer, wanting an escape). He was excited when the Netflix show got announced.

Simon is in the Beyblade fandom, if that's a thing. I have evidence for this one - the towel from the S2 stills. He loves gaming online, and he loves gaming in person. He and Ayub had Beyblades growing up. The show was his gateway drug into Anime. I don't know if I'd go as far as to say that he's an avid anime fan, but he certainly has a few that he watches and rewatches.

Nikita answered this for me in the video from this morning, but Felice is in the Sex Education fandom. She loves the drama and the comedy and the sex. She relates it to her life, and she relates it to her friends' lives. Sometimes she talks about it so much that people get annoyed.

Sara had a Power Puff Girls phase. I have no evidence for this. I cannot explain mine and Dani's thought process. This just clicked. Sara likes the Power Puff Girls. Also My Little Pony, but not as much, which surprised everyone because that one has horses.

Henry would be one of those guys that claims he "doesn't do fandoms" because they're cringy, but then he makes fancams of his favorite football (soccer) players. And he has a bazillion edits saved on his social medias of those same players. And his room is decorated with the colors of his favorite team.

Dani and I have absolutely nothing to back this up except ✨vibes✨ but Walter was playing Kingdom Hearts before it was cool and he was playing it after it was cool. He's got group chats and stuff for it.

August might be part of the Harry Potter fandom. Again, I don't have much to back this up other than pure vibes. He, like Wille, would have been really well read as a child because of how proper the hobby of reading and writing is. August doesn't strike me as a huge fandom guy, though. Like I feel like he enjoyed media in a casual way (unless, of course, the media is his cousin's sex tape. then he watches it many, many times).

Stella was 100% a Once Upon a Time defender. Dark and twisted fairytales are her shit. She adores it. She even enjoyed the last season of it when everyone else abandoned ship. No one will watch it with her, but it's her comfort show, so she rewatches it constantly.

Everyone must agree with this one. I do not care who you are or what arguments you have: Fredrika never once grew out of her One Direction phase. She briefly got distracted by FOO and 5SOS, but One Direction will always have her heart. She is still hoping they get back together. She has posters and notebooks and collectable items that cost more than the average house.

Vincent vibes with Game of Thrones. I have no evidence, I cannot tell you why I think this, but it is what came to mind. Dragons? Absolutely a Vincent hyper-fixation. Also, I headcanon Vincent as non-binary or gender fluid, and non-binary people and swords mix well.

I can't tell if Nils would be more into Star Wars or Marvel, but probably one of the two. Something nerdy that he will for the life of him pretend is not nerdy because "I am not a nerd!"

Many of them have written fanfiction for their fandoms. None of them will talk about it.

This post got so far away from me. I don't even remember writing half of it. I think I blacked out.

Thank you @the-navistar-carol for talking me through this 💀

Last Unhinged Hours before Season 2 drops.

#ask #missmeganlee #young royals #unhinged zee hours

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randomshyperson · 10 months ago

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Would u be open to taking an angst fic request? I’m actually dryer than the Sahara rn bc I’ve run out of wanda angst fics to read 😭

DRYER THAN SAHARA - PLEASE HAHA (me when I wanna be dramatic)

Feel free to share any requests with me darling, i love to hear ideas, if i don't write, another writer will. <3 but wanna hear a little secret? after watching The Marvels and seeing Carol again, I just had so many new thoughts for fanfiction... especially angsty ones with reader moving on with Carol during the blip then Wanda coming back. imagine the pain. Can I have both of them? I don't mind being shared.

#ask box #remember i am a hurt comfort person i do angst only if it will end with happiness

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thereadersmuse · 3 years ago

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Oh, Muse. *sighs dramatically and falls to the floor* Like you said in the replies on one of your posts, all this and all this damn time just for Daryl to end up leaving everyone he ever cared about. I kept watching this entire time because there there were always juuuust enough scenes or eps that made me remember how good the show could be and how much Caryl was still a quality ship in spite of it all and this is how they choose to go out. A completely lackluster final season and so many of us holdouts who likely no longer even really care if Caryl does go canon because looking at this entire shitshow they'd prolly immediately kill her so because Daryl has to ride off into the sunset alone crying manly tears and the out of all the Daryl ships the only ones who "win" are rabid NR fangirls ship him only with themselves. You truly were the smart one getting out long ago. It's honestly almost impressive how much so many of us used to love TWD and how AMC just sucked all of that out of us over time. If their goal was to make people feel like we wasted way too much of our lives and kind of wish we never even bothered, well mission accomplished, I guess. I feel like BenAflecksmoking.jpg

Honestly, we are all mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually the benaflecksmoking.jpg. It's just with twd that the house behind him is actually on fire at the same time.

1. Anyone who stayed watching has my respect. First and foremost. I stopped because I realized I just wasn't enjoying anymore. It did nothing for me. In fact, it just made me mad. Again and again and again. Also, the fandom got so caustic you couldn't even like minor characters that smiled in Carol or Daryl's direction without them making 'victory' cakes when they inevitably died. Wildt. So, I bounced. I understand why people didn't.

2. I think, truthfully, this stings me less than others because deep down I never really thought they would do caryl the justice and love it deserved. I thought the caryl spin off was a miracle, considering tptb's track record, but honestly thought it would probably end up like this after one season. With NR huffing his ball hairs and zooming off on his bike like some real life fan fiction he is writing on a diner napkin and shoving in a writer's pocket.

3. The sad part, like we both mentioned, is this completely negates Daryl's entire journey as a character and it is hysterical in the worst way that NR and tptb are so blind to it. I can't see the spin off succeeding without MB tbh. Twd only had the die hard fans left, most waiting for caryl. And now? Well, they got NR and his self-fanfiction, I guess.

4. My advice to all? For what it's worth? I have none, just gentle love and the promise that there are people in this fandom who will write a better caryl ending than twd could even dream.

Tough times, queens.

#lah-reina #response #twd wank #caryl #twd

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sunshineandaisies · 4 years ago

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Dirty Paws & Wet Kisses

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Words: ~3.7k

Warnings: language, floofs and fluff

Note: if you ever read anything written by me that includes dogs, their names will always be kinda extra or related to historical figures (i.e. my dog is actually named Theodore Roosevelt) and I will try my best to make their names increasingly extra with every fic that involves dogs

You’d argue that your four year old sheperd mix was the most well behaved dog in all of New York until your dying breath.

Most days.

During your weekly trips to the park on Sunday afternoons, she would sit at your feet, lounging in the sun as she watched joggers go by and playfully saying hello to anyone - be they human or dog - that stopped by to pet the pretty pup while you read whatever book you’d picked up from the bookstore earlier that week.

Sure, there were a few times that she would whine and stare down any squirrel that strayed too close to her, but she never left your side.

Maybe that’s why you had grown so complacent, why you’d stopped looping her leash around the bench to secure her to your side and simply kept the leash within your reach beside you on the seat of the bench.

And it was because of that complacency that you were sprinting across the park, chasing your naughty dog and drawing judgemental stares from other park-goers.

“Hazel!” you called after her. “Hazel, I swear to god I’m taking all your toys away when we get home!” Right after you took a nice long bath to soothe your aching muscles. When was the last time you’d run this much?

You lost sight of her when she disappeared around a hedge, and the internal panic that set in was almost worse than the time that you accidentally emailed your creative writing professor the Harry Potter fanfiction you’d written instead of your final paper. (You still got an A on the assignment, but that’s besides the point).

You see her as soon as you round the corner, happily licking at a stranger’s face as she sat between his legs, and-

Holy shit, your dog led you to the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

The stranger took note of you before you had a chance to say anything, and he raised his brow at you while angling his face away from Hazel’s kisses. “Does this belong to you?” he asked, pinching the tags on Hazel’s collar between his thumb and two fingers. “Hazelnut Mocha.” He snorted. “Is that your dog’s name or your Starbucks order?”

You weren’t sure if it was the amused smile that curled his lips or the quirk of his brow, but his teasing made you feel personally attacked. You crossed your arms across your chest. “Maybe it’s both.”

He shrugged, scratching the spot behind Hazel’s ear. “I suppose that’s one way to never forget your dog’s name or your coffee order.”

You hummed noncommittally before approaching and tugging Hazel away from the handsome stranger. It took considerably more effort than you had thought it would. “I’m really sorry about her,” you apologized. “She’s never like this. I don’t really know what happened.”

He brushed your apology off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. If a cute girl wants to give me kisses, I certainly won’t complain.” He winked at you, and you wanted to just melt on the spot.

“Well, uh, I should, um-” You cleared your throat, stepping away and dragging a disappointed Hazel along with you. “Again, I’m really sorry. Even if you didn’t mind.”

You turned and hurried away before his smile made your mind any more frazzled.

Two weeks passed before you decided to show your face at the park again, and this time, you were sure to secure Hazel’s leash to your bench, ensuring that there would be no chases across the park and embarrassing encounters with handsome strangers.

The pup resigned herself to her fate and laid at your feet in the grass, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her golden eyes shining in the sunlight. She greeted the other dogs that passed, and you thought nothing of it until you heard someone call her name.

Well, shit. You knew that voice. That voice had haunted your dreams for three nights straight after the incident two weeks ago.

“How have you been, pretty girl?” he asked, and you hesitantly lifted your gaze from your book to see him knelt in front of you, patting Hazel’s head as she yipped happily and dragged her tongue over his face in sloppy kisses.

Despite your proclivity to stare at handsome men that showered your dog with attention, your eyes were dragged away from the pair when a wet nose nudged your leg. “Well hello there,” you greeted the brown and white dog that sought your attention. You quickly marked your page and returned your book to your bag before petting your newest furry companion. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Bucky,” the stranger answered.

You glanced up at him briefly before turning your attention back to the brown and white dog. “Aren’t you a handsome boy, Bucky. Yes, you’re so handsome,” you cooed. The stranger chuckled, and you glanced up expecting to see Hazel mauling him with more sloppy kisses, but instead, he was staring at you, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “What?”

“I’m Bucky,” he clarified before nodding towards the dog. “That’s Dodger.”

“And you just assumed that I was talking about you when I called him handsome?”

And in complete contrast to how he had acted in your previous interaction, he actually looked embarrassed, nervously scratching the back of his neck while fending off even more kisses from Hazel. “I seem like a complete asshole, don’t I?” he asked sheepishly.

You laughed. “Well, I mean… Don’t let this go to your head or anything, but I suppose you are kind of handsome, too. You know, in a handsome stranger kind of way.” You felt your cheeks flood with warmth, and you averted your gaze, hoping he didn’t see just how flustered you were after your admission. You tried to breeze past it altogether by giving all of your attention to Dodger once again, petting him and praising him for being such a sweet boy.

After a moment of you and Bucky speaking only to each other’s dogs, you cleared your throat and commented, “I didn’t realize you had a dog. Was he at the park with you the day that Hazel practically assaulted you?”

“He’s not my dog.”

You blinked. “Oh. Is he your girlfriend’s dog?”

And just like that, all hints of embarrassment disappeared from his face. He quirked a brow and smirked at you. “My girlfriend?”

“Or boyfriend,” you added hastily.

He snorted and shook his head. “It depends on who you ask.”

You cocked your head to the side, and the action conjured up an image of Hazel doing the same whenever you would try to hold an actual conversation with her. “Uh, what?”

His gaze flitted to the ground as he smiled an amused little smile that had you biting your lip and shamelessly staring at the man. “It’s a bit of a joke among my friends,” he began. “Dodger is my buddy Steve’s dog. Some of our friends like to make it seem like we’re dating, but we definitely aren’t. We just know each other way too well.” His smile widened when he looked back up at you. “So to answer the question that you indirectly asked-”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What?”

“-I’m single, sweetheart.”

You gaped at him, trying to form an appropriate response. This man was frustrating - frustratingly handsome, frustratingly smug, frustratingly able to read you like a goddamn open book. How dare he correctly assume you were trying to figure out if he was single or not?

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted your thought process, and Bucky gave you an apologetic look after glancing down at his phone. “I gotta take this,” he told you. You heard him greet the other person on the other end of the call before calling for Dodger. As he turned to go, he paused for a moment, pressed the phone against the front of his shirt to muffle the receiver, and called over his shoulder. “See you around, Hazel and Hazel’s mom.”

Right. You never gave him your name.

You were cursing yourself for nearly a month for not getting his phone number before he disappeared, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you had a smidge of hope that you’d run into him at the park again... But alas, no luck.

You were starting to think that you’d never see your handsome park stranger - although, he wasn’t really a stranger anymore, was he? - but exactly 37 days after your last encounter with Bucky (aka handsome park stranger), Hazel brought you back together in the most heart attack inducing way she could manage.

You’d been sitting on the patio of your favorite little cafe, catching up with Carol and Val over coffee and fluffy pastries, and Hazel had been behaving herself aside from the occasionally whining and begging when any of you would touch your food.

She was behaving until she wasn’t.

You still don’t really know what set her off, but one moment she was sitting prettily and staring up at you with her golden eyes and the next she was breaking free from her leash and sprinting down the street and out of your sight.

You posted on social media asking everyone to be on the lookout for your Hazel and called your friends to help you search for her. You spent hours walking up and down the city streets and through the park that you frequented with Hazel. You called all of the shelters and animal control to see if anyone had brought Hazel to them instead of calling you. You talked to anyone and everyone that you passed on the street, asking if they’d seen your girl.

You tried so much to get your girl back, but nothing panned out.

You were in tears and your feet were sore from walking all over the goddamn city by the time you and the others returned to your apartment, resigned to wait for someone to contact you. Just as you were about to say goodnight to everyone and turn in for the night (read: cry yourself to sleep), your phone rang, and an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. You shushed your friends and answered the phone.

Please be someone who found Hazel. Please be someone who found Hazel. Please be someone who found Hazel.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Your heart leapt into your throat at the sound of his voice, and for a moment you forgot that you had just been on the verge of a panic attack. “Take a deep breath for me, okay. I can practically feel you panicking through the phone. I have Hazel. She’s okay.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, nodding at your friends in response to their questioning looks. “Thank you so much, Bucky. Is she okay? Where did you find her? Should I meet you somewhere?”

He chuckled. “She’s fine. A little dirty, but she’s fine. As for where I found here...Well, I think your dog has a little crush on me, sweetheart.”

You grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and slipped it on before grabbing your keys. “What does that mean?”

“I came home and found her wandering around the courtyard at my apartment.” He sounded far too amused with the situation, and you definitely weren’t feeling up to dealing with his smug attitude. “She certainly made herself at home here. I may need to fight for shared custody after this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just tell me where I should meet you.”

“I’ll send you my address.”

And just as he had told you, as soon as you ended the call, he shared his location with you. You swiftly assured Carol and Val that Hazel was okay, and you asked them to lock up when they left before beginning your walk to Bucky’s apartment.

Ten minutes later, you were sat on the floor of his living room, holding Hazel close to you and alternating between scolding her and telling her how much you love her as you tried to hold your tears at bay. Bucky sat on the couch, arms rested on his knees as he watched the teary-eyed reunion with a small smile curling his lips.

“You know, sweetheart,” he spoke up, drawing your attention away from Hazel, and you finally noticed the muddy paw prints on the front of his white tee. “I’m not much of a dog-person but-”

You gasped, covering Hazel’s floppy ears. “How dare you say such nonsense in front of Hazel!” You pressed a kiss between her eyes, whispering, “It’s okay, girl. Bucky didn’t mean it.”

“I did,” he countered, chuckling when you glared at him. “I’m more of a cat-person, but I suppose I can make an exception for Hazel. After all, she seems pretty attached to me. Not that I can blame her.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “She has awful taste in men,” you teased.

“I don’t know,” he argued. “People say that dogs are impeccable judges of character.”

You stood, dusting your jeans off and turned to face Bucky. “Thank you,” you told him, the sincerity clear in your voice. “I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t find her. I- I seriously owe you. Whatever you want, just name it.”

His blue eyes twinkled with mischief, and you immediately regretted your offer. “What about shared custody of Hazel?”

“Whatever you want that’s not that, just name it,” you amended.

“What about a date?” he asked instead.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you gaped like a fish, mouth opening and closing, opening and closing, over and over again as you tried to form a response. You certainly hadn’t been expecting that. He watched you with curious eyes, waiting patiently for your answer. Finally, the gears in your brain began to turn again and you answered, “As flattered as I am, I’m not really looking to date right now.”

Disappointment flashed across his features, but he smiled and all trace of disappointment was gone in an instant. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You don’t owe me anything for being a decent person and making sure Hazel got back to you.”

You smiled softly at him, your fingers carding through Hazel’s fur. “Thank you, Bucky. Really.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

After that night - and after you and Bucky officially had each other’s numbers - you and he would text throughout the week, and you often sent him pictures of Hazel being increasingly goofy as the days wore on. You’d even invited him to the park one Sunday to see Hazel again, but he’d quickly turned you down, asking for a rain check.

He had a date, after all.

So instead, you took Hazel to the park and sent him pictures of the pretty pup lounging in the sunshine, greeting other dogs that passed by, and even licking the camera lens on your phone when she finally noticed you holding your phone out towards her to get the perfect angle. A smile never failed to appear on your face every time he sent a heart eyes meme in response.

Despite the near constant texting, you didn’t see Bucky again for over three weeks, and you’d only seen him because you had run into his friend Steve at the dog park.

It took a moment for you to realize that the brown and white dog that Hazel had instantly greeted once she’d been released from her leash was Dodger, but as soon as the realization sunk in, you looked around for Bucky.

There weren’t many people present, but you couldn’t find Bucky among the dog parents that lingered around the edges of the dog park.

You crouched down to greet Dodger, scratching him behind the ears and happily accepting his greeting kisses. “Hello, handsome. Is your uncle Bucky here?”

“Y/N?”

You turned your head in the direction of the voice, and you furrowed your brows when you saw a tall blond man that you didn’t recognize. Holy shit, was Hazel a handsome stranger magnet? “Do I know you?” you asked, doing your absolute best to keep your voice steady.

“Right, sorry,” he laughed. “I’m Steve. Bucky’s mentioned you a few times.”

You put two and two together quickly. “You’re Dodger’s dad!”

You spent the better part of the next hour chatting with Steve as Dodger and Hazel chased one another around the enclosed area, and you sent a picture of you and Steve to Bucky, happily claiming that Steve was telling you all of Bucky’s most embarrassing stories. (Bucky had sent a text to Steve within seconds of reading your text, but Steve refused to tell you what Bucky had said all while laughing so hard he nearly cried).

By the time Hazel and Dodger were laying at yours and Steve’s feet, panting and entirely worn out from an afternoon of playing, you were ready to say your goodbyes, but Steve quickly caught your attention before you could go.

“I’m meeting Bucky and a few other friends at the bar in about an hour. Would you be interested in getting a drink?” he asked, smiling so widely at you that you just couldn’t say no.

And that was how, after dropping Hazel off at home and making sure she was fed and had a full bowl of water, you found yourself at a sports bar, slinking through the Friday night crowd towards a table in the back.

You spotted Bucky immediately, and you smiled widely when his eyes widened and he choked on his beer before promptly standing to greet you. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

“Sweetheart?” you heard one of the men you didn’t recognize ask the others.

“Y/N,” Steve explained, and as if that was all they needed to know, the other two nodded. Steve smiled up at you, greeting, “Glad you found the place okay.”

Bucky quickly ushered you into the booth, sticking you between him and the only other woman present. As he introduced you to the others - Clint, Sam, and Nat - his arm snaked around your shoulders casually.

“So you’re the famous Y/N,” Sam asked, a teasing smile on his face as his gaze flitted from you to Bucky, and Bucky groaned in response.

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘famous’.”

“Oh, trust me,” Sam said, “as much as this guy talks about you, I’d say you’re pretty damn famous in our circle.”

You glanced at Bucky, biting your lip in a futile attempt to hide your amused smile. “Is that right?”

He huffed. “Hazel’s the real famous one, sweetheart.”

“Liar,” Nat accused. She turned to you, one perfectly shaped brow raising. “For weeks, it was Hazel’s mom this and Hazel’s mom that, and after that it was Y/N sent me this picture and Y/N told me this joke. I feel like I already know you, and I just met you.”

“So how’s Hazel?” Bucky asked in a clear attempt to change the topic. “Did she have a fun day with Dodger?”

You spent your evening getting to know Bucky’s friends better, sharing stories about Hazel, and listening intently anytime one of them told you a story about Bucky that had your sides aching from laughter. At the end of the evening, you had four new contacts in your phone and plans to meet up with Nat for lunch the following week.

“Need me to walk you home, sweetheart?” Bucky asked when you walked out together, but you shook your head.

“Nah.” You held up your phone, showing him the screen. “I got an Uber.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, nodding. “Okay. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” A red Toyota Camry pulled up to the curb, and after confirming it was the car that was supposed to pick you up, you stepped towards it. Ever the gentleman, Bucky opened the door for you, and you slid into the backseat. “Good night, Bucky.”

It was while you laid in bed that night, unable to sleep while Hazel snored beside you, that you realized that the handsome park stranger - the one that was more of a cat-person but would make an exception for Hazel; the one that was dating Steve depending on who you asked; the one that was constantly talking about you to his friends so much that they felt like they already knew you - had wormed his way into your heart.

Did that make Hazel your wing-woman? She certainly did have a proclivity for bringing you and Bucky together, even in indirect ways.

He was on your mind all night and throughout the following day, and by the time your customary trip to the park rolled around on Sunday afternoon, you were buzzing with anticipation. Would he be there again? Would Hazel inexplicably get loose from her leash and lead you straight to the man that had you feeling like a teenager with a crush again?

As romantic as it might have been, you didn’t want to leave those answers up to fate. Instead, you sent him a text not long after you woke up, letting him know where he could find you if he wanted to see Hazel that afternoon.

Unsurprisingly, it was Hazel that saw Bucky first that afternoon when he arrived at the park, and unsurprisingly, she tore her leash from your grip and sprinted towards him, nearly tackling him as he crouched closer to the ground to greet her.

Surprisingly, you were actually jealous of your dog as you watched her give him sloppy, wet kisses.

“What’s that look for, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, angling his face away from Hazel. “Everything okay?”

“Quick question,” you told him. “Is that date still on the table?”

He grinned at you with that smug grin that you had scoffed at the day you first met, that same smug grin that made your heart flutter in your chest and made your breath catch in your throat and made you want to press kisses to his face and-

“I was wondering when you’d take me up on the offer, sweetheart.”

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lee-scribbles-and-doodles · 3 years ago

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S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

#sam and max #freelance husbands #sam and max freelance police #sam & max #sam & max freelance police #freelance police #lee plays sam and max #305 #what the hell #flint paper #agent superball #momma bosco #sybil pandemik #sal s&m #general skun ka'pe #girl stinky #sammun mak #don't @ me I'm crying

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portia-reacts · 3 years ago

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⁄(⁄⑅ॢ⁄˃̶͈̀⁄௰⁄˂̶͈́⁄⑅ॢ⁄)⁄ ahh thank you so much!!! Oh my goodness that made me so happy to read!!!! Super duper happy!! ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) and you are fine! my mothers first language isn’t English so you don’t have to worry!! so I hope we will be able to talk more!! I do have a discord, and even on twitch I love talking about Portia!!! and of course! I’m just happy to have an ask!! I love drama so this works out perfectly! I wanted to write Portia fanfictions of drama and angst but I wans’t sure if anyone else would like it! I did write the builder as S/O. Hopefully this wasn’t too angsty! XD I tried my best!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being a builder Portia relied on you a lot! From early morning to late at night you felt like a busy body! Between working on commissions, giving citizens their favorite gifts, and taking on requests of aid you were always running around. Be it on your property or throughout all of Portia! But you had the love of your life Arlo with you! Arlo was the leader of the corps, the protector of Portia and your caring boyfriend. Well he was your loving boyfriend from nightfall to early morning, but during the daytime Arlo was Portias protector. The both of you were the power couple so you thought, both providing to Portia but in different ways. Arlo kept all the monsters at bay, while you aided in building Portia up and keeping the citizens happy. It only seemed natural that you both would gravitate to it each other right! And it was through spending so much time with the civil corps that you also became great fans with Remington and Sam. Though you knew Remington and Sam before dating Arlo, you got to know them more after the two of you started dating. Sam viewed you as a little sister, where as Remington viewed you as an unofficial civil corps member. A junior unofficial member who could handle themselves but still needed protecting. It was something you never noticed before. How Remington was always there for you. Maybe it was something you just became so used to, that him not being near by was weird. Arlo appreciated Remington keeping you safe. He never once questioned Remingtons loyalty and care, but then again even Remington never questioned it either. Maybe you knew something was blooming between you and Remington but you didn’t acknowledge it or possibly you chose to ignore it. Afterall you were dating Arlo. He was the one you wanted...right? Better to not think about it! You sighed as you watched the clouds slowly drift across the sky on a cold crisp winter day. The Somber Marsh was cold, but you needed some Hard shells so you started off early that day for the long distance ride. During the long ride you got to think back on the date with Arlo yesterday. It was as romantic as it could be, a stroll through Peach Plaza looking at all the lights for the upcoming Winter Solstice and then dinner at the Round Table. Almost every date was always Arlo talking about what he has done that day and all the monsters he defeated. You loved listening to his stories....but you never had the heart to remind him that you also take down those same monsters almost daily as well. the abandoned ruins are dangerous but you need to go through them for your workshop. But you were abruptly snapped back to reality once you were told you were at your stop. You got off the Deedee and off you went across the snowy marsh lands. You took down a few Glorycrocs with ease. At least you thought it was with ease, you took some damage but due to the cold you didn’t notice....Carol only needed 10 hard shells and you had 13. With what stamina you had left, you started to treck your way back to the DeeDee stop to head back Portia. It sucks being injured but That’s part of being a builder. Without a steady supply of material to make and fix things, you couldn’t build. By the time you made it back to the outskirts of the Central Plaza it was already 7 pm. During the ride home you patched up your wounds from the Glorycrocs but that didn’t take the pain away. As you got off the DeeDee you stumbled a little, nothing that would cause you to fall, but just enough that you had to stand still for a few minutes and block out some of your surroundings. You didn’t even notice Remington doing his patrols around the wall surrounding Portia, but Remington noticed you stumble. He ran up to you but you were completely unaware of his presence until you felt a warm pressure on your shoulder. It felt nice on this cold snowy day. You looked to see whom this warmth belonged to, as saw a concerned Remington hunched forward to be able to level out his face with yours. “Are you okay S/O” He asked. you smiled, and nodded “Of course I am! But thank you!” Remington furrowed his eyebrows “You can be honest with me S/O. I know you, and you rarely ever lose your balance like that.” It shocked you a bit to hear Remington say that...well it was shocking to hear anyone say that. TO be able to know that you pushed yourself too hard, and to care about it. You thought for a few seconds which felt like minutes about whether to come clean and tell him of your adventurous slaying of Glorycrocs, or to keep pushing that you were okay. With a soft chuckle you smile you looked up to see Remingtons face “I’m really fine, I just had to deal with some rowdy Crocs.” Remington put his hand ontop of your head, and gently pushed you closer to him. Your head rested against his chest as he told you “You’re tough, but you know you don’t have to do it alone S/O”. He knew it looked like an innocent gesture, pulling you closer to him. But he also knew within himself that he just wanted you closer to him... You were kind, caring, selfless and content with life in Portia. It was a nice...no it was a perfect personality! But Remington knew better than to think of how perfect you were. YOu were Arlos’ girl. He was just a Civil Corps member who chose to stay here in Portia.... But you chose to come and stay here in Portia as well. Why be with someone who wants to leave and do grander things? At most you were just temporary to Arlo......Remington sighed as he held your head close to him still. Though the sigh was rather quiet, you were still able to notice it. “Is something the matter Remi?” You looked up at him, you were always able to tell when something was bothering him. YOu spent so much time with the civil corps you have gotten to know all three members rather well! “hm? oh no! I was just remembering how hungry I was! Patrolling the walls is safe but the long walking builds up an appetite! You know Arlo is is at the Round Table, why don’t we go join him? But only if you want to. You can also go rest up! well rest up after you check on your workshop. Or you can check on your workshop before coming out to eat.” You let out a laugh as you covered your mouth with your hand. You did need to check your furnace! Those magnesium bars sure did take a long time. Remington was always there for you. It felt like he knew the importance of your job profession. He truly was a great guy. It’s no wonder Arlo spoke so highly of him. “Don’t worry about me! I’m sure I got at least two hours before my furnace needs me! But some food does sound splendid. I was light headed but food and a great conversation can fix that! I’m a little dirty though.” “What worker isn’t a little dirty now a days!” Remington let out a loud laugh “if you aren’t covered in some dirt were you really out working?” You both laughed as you hit Remington on the arm playfully. It was nice being seen and heard without asking for it. Having someone make time for you. Just an out of the blue invitation. Well it wasn’t Arlo’s fault..he was the leader so of course his duties came first. “Let’s go to the round table! Dinners on you Remi!” you winked at him before running off into the central plaza. Remington belted out “only if you promise to start letting me know when you need help.” You turned around to look at Remington “I need help paying for dinner!”. That was a lie but it was better than acknowledging what he really meant. Remington caught up with you and put his hand on your back as the both of you walked together for the rest of the small distance to the round table. It was busy as night time like always. People were everywhere but that was to be expected. But when you entered the Round Table yous aw Arlo sitting down at a table near the entrance with Nora. You let out a sigh knowing it wasn’t Nora’s fault but you still felt a bit of anger. You did your best to put on a smile and walk over to Arlo and Nora. “Hey! what’s for dinner tonight?” you looked at them both waiting for Arlo to scoot in so you could sit next to him. Remington walked up next to you at the table and asked Nora if he could sit next to her. She smiled and said of course. As she moved over to make room for Remington, Arlo finally moved over to let you sit next to him. “So what are the two of you doing out?” Arlo asked. Remington responded with “I saw S/O getting off the Deedee and was injured. So I thought maybe a warm meal could help her feel better for tomorrow. After all you were here so why not”. Nora gasped as she looked at you “ You have dried blood on you! Are you okay? What happened?!” You gave Nora a calm smile and explained to her you were injured while out material farming. But it wasn’t anything too serious. Arlo didn’t say much. “You know you can just hire us to get it for you. we are always out patrolling to keep everyone safe.” Nora put her hands together as she looked at you “You need to keep yourself safe! You should let the professionals deal with the monsters!” “S/O can handle themselves! They did clear out the ruins for us by themselves! S/O cleared out the entire place where we were going to go in as a team! Right Arlo?” Remington said as he looked at Arlo. “You did that all by yourself S/O?!” Nora looked at you. “How did you do it? was it hard?” you laughed “not at all! I needed some material to keep growing the workshop, This was the best way to do it! Gale has a lot of great ideas to help Portia grow! and I want to help it as well in attracting more tourists to improve the economy here.” Nora smiled as she held her face with her hands. “That’s so cool! Portia will surely grow fast with a dependable builder like you and being able to help the civil corps with keeping monsters at bay!” You couldn’t help but smile, Nora was adorable. All she wanted was to hear stories. She wasn’t strong enough to fight but loved the adventurers life. Arlo interjected to mention what he did that day. but was caught off by Remington. “You did the same thing today as you did yesterday. S/O did something different! They built stuff and killed monsters.” Nora nodded and asked you what you built that day. the rest of the night went with Remington and Nora asking about what you did, what you built, what you ate, and how you heal yourself on the fly. It was a nice feeling. But what was the nicest was when ever thing was done and you said your goodbyes to Nora and Remington. Arlo walked you home. Outside of the walls of Portia he wrapped his arm around you shoulder and pulled you close. He didn’t show much PDA but he did sometimes. And every time was such bliss. Arlo stopped right outside your gate and moved to stand in front of you. “You shouldn't put yourself in danger like that.” He leaned down to kiss you as he whispered in your ear “I won’t lose you. So let me dress your wounds” as he then cupped your face with his hand to move your head so he could rest his forehead against yours. his fiery red hair blocking some of your view but you could see and feel his intense blue eyes staring at your eyes. It felt like he could see right inside of you. Whenever he did that you felt so paralyzed. so hypnotized by him. So much so that you couldn't even feel the presence of being watched from on top of the hill inside of Portia that overlooked your house and Sophies farm. As you and Arlo went inside your home together in the dead of night. Remington sat on the edge of the wall, slightly covered by bushes. He figured you and Arlo would spend time together...That’s why he invited you to the round table. But he also knew Nora was there. Maybe Remington invited you in hopes of you getting angry at Arlo for leading another girl on....After all he only showed you attention when the two of you were alone. Maybe he hoped the two of your would break up. But what he kept locked away deep inside his heart was that he cared more about you than what Arlo ever could. But he also didn’t want you to break up because of him, but he knew other ways to try to make you see that Arlo didn’t care for you as much as he did.

#my time at portia #MTAP #Arlo #remington #fanfiction

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