#scary looking | daddy dearest

[babygorewhore]

Daddy issues

After your dad is arrested, you try and beg for his job back. But Rafe Cameron decides another way for you to help your father. And his arrangement is different than you imagine.

Warnings! Daddy kink! Talks of violence! Slight reference to abuse! Choking! Blow job! Rough unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Virginity loss! Dirty talk!

You didnt know if you were more angry or surprised when you got the call from the officer that your dad was arrested and currently in jail for assault. You were finished working your late shift at the restaurant when your phone rang.

You screamed in your car on the way to the station. Your dad was a dead beat. An asshole who didn’t know how to fucking control his temper. Daddy dearest also liked to get loud with you, throw things when he didn’t get his way and one time he slapped you in the face.

You slapped him back and threatened to slash his tires. But the threat was empty considering he needed to work, which you had no idea how he kept his job at the docks while working for Rafe Cameron. It used to be his father Ward until his suicide. You’d met him often while picking your dad up, given you had to share a car.

He was…polite you could say. But he was also scary. He glared at everyone and he was short tempered. You usually heard him snapping or yelling if something wasn’t done right. Your dad complained about how strict he was.

But his status and wealth made everyone obey him and intimidated you. His attractiveness however was on another level. His height made you feel small and his blue eyes cut through people.

You slammed the door at the station and went to the desk. After signing in, you tapped your foot impatiently as an officer came up to you.

“Are you…?”

“My dad is here. He just got arrested.” You ground out. You hated being here. She nodded and looked at paperwork in front of her.

“Are you here to post bail?”

“I’m here to see if there’s any way we can clear this up as a misunderstanding.” You tried to plead but she shook her head.

“Ma’am, he attacked a man at a stoplight. He beat him up to the point he lost one of his teeth.”

You pressed your head against your hand. Jesus Christ it was worse than you thought. “How much is bail?”

She looked again at the paperwork. “Looks like we’re at 6,000 dollars.”

“What? I thought the bail was lower than that!” You shrieked.

“Ma’am. He also had multiple charges. Public intoxication, disturbance and assault. He caused a lot of trouble. I suggest you alert his job tomorrow. But until then, he’s going to spend at least 60 days in jail.”

You started crying. You couldn’t help it. It hurt so much. You couldn’t get a break. And now you’d have to face Rafe Cameron and face the humiliation of your dad being in jail.

You cried on and off the next day as you had to switch your schedule to the evening and make the phone call to your dads manager about his current situation. It was immediate termination and you broke down even harder in your bedroom. You refused to take his phone call, afraid you’d explode on him.

As you got ready for another dreaded work shift, your phone started ringing to a number you didn’t recognize. Hesitantly, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Your dads in jail, huh?” You immediately froze. It was Rafe’s voice. How did he-well he was capable of finding anything out.

“I-um. Yes. And he can’t work for you anymore. But if you’ll please reconsider. I know he’s a piece of shit but this is the only job he’s lasted out and we desperately need the money. I’m trying to get a car and we have to share one. I know this is probably pointless but I can’t help but try. So please, please take him back.” More tears came and you felt like a total cry baby but you pushed through.

You expected him to laugh but instead silence met you.

You bit your lip hard enough it bled.

“Meet me at my house. I’ll text you the address. I have a proposition for you.”

“Why can’t you tell me over the phone?” Your stomach tightened.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes. Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Good girl.”

You set the phone down but seconds later his address came through in a text and your breath stopped short. He wanted to see you after work.

Five minutes before closing and after you finished cleaning, the drive to Rafe’s house wasn’t that far and now you knocked on his door. When he answered, you tried not to reveal how much you found him attractive. His hair was in his face and his eyes were glazed as he looked down at you. His fingers twitched and you imagined what he was doing with that hand…

Rafe gestured with his head for you to come in and you followed him inside the massive penthouse. He had everything you imagined. Expensive furniture, floors and lights.

You followed him to the kitchen where he pointed to the bar stool. “Have a seat.” He muttered.

You obeyed and watched as he circled the island in the center of the room. “So. You wanna save your dads job?”

“Yes. I’m willing to do anything-“ You stopped short when a smirk fell on his face.

“Anything?” Rafe challenged. “It looked like you hated him whenever I saw you talk to him.”

“It’s complicated.” You replied and his smirk grew into a cruel smile.

“Looks like someone has daddy issues.” Rafe countered and you crossed your arms.

“I-well when you put it that way-“

“I’m just bringing up what you’re telling me. Your dad beats the shit out of someone. He went to jail-and now you’re doing anything you can to fix it. Tell me if I missed anything.” Rafe’s voice was low and you hated that he was right.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound pushy. I’m just in a tight spot.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re in a…tight spot.” His meaning was clear and you swallowed.

That was the exchange.

“Look at you. Being a little smart girl and figuring it out. I’m gonna get to the point. You want me to take him back? Bail him out? I get to fuck you. Anywhere. Anytime. And anyplace I want. No condoms. No hidden birth control. No. I wanna see my cum leak out of that desperate pussy.”

Your mouth opened and closed. “I can’t just fuck a stranger. And no birth control? I can’t fucking get pregnant.”

“I’m a selfish whore, baby. And I can afford one. And those are my terms. Either that. Or your dad rots.”

You bit your lip. You weren’t in a position to say no. You needed the money. And Rafe was hot. There were worse guys. Rafe got closer, his big hands reaching to cup the side of your neck.

“Yeah? You want it?”

Slowly, you nodded.

Rafe crooked a finger, signaling you to come closer. You stepped down and approached him gingerly and looked into his gaze. Rafe then latched his hand around your throat. His grip was so strong your feet almost lifted in the air and your eyes widened as he crushed his lips to yours.

His lips devoured you as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t experienced. Sure, you’d touched yourself and made out with people.

But actual fucking? You’d never done that. And you knew that was about to change.

“You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” Rafe loosened his hold on your neck and pressed you against the island counter, “need someone to be your daddy?”

Your hands flew to his chest as you brought him impossibly closer, his lips sucked your skin with bruising force. You opened your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He commanded and you listened. Spit gathering on your lips as he kneed your legs apart and lifted you up on the counter.

“Need daddy to help you? Fill you up with my cum?” His dirty words made your cunt twitch as he started toying the end of your skirt. Your thighs dampened as he trailed his thick fingers along your flesh, his fingers grazing the wet patch of your underwear.

You started grinding to give any friction against your arousal as he apparently changed his mind and threw you to the ground by underneath your arms. Rafe gestured to the crotch of his pants. “Consider this your first payment, baby. You ever done this before?”

You shakily remained silent as he huffed an amused laugh.

“Really? A girl who’s such a perv that she’s willing to fuck someone giving her money? Never would have guessed. I guess I’ll be nice and help you.”

Rafe undressed his lower half, his cock leaked with precum and he took your hand. “Swipe it with your thumb, get it all wet.” His massive hand compared to yours was almost comical as he grabbed the back of your head.

“Open your mouth, princess. And remember to breathe through your nose.”

After that, he silenced whatever worries you had by shoving his dick forward. You run your tongue along the thick underside, lessening some of the heavy weight by massaging with your hand. You took the tip through your mouth, shoving down any nerves as you sucked. Rafe bobbed your head up and down as he pushed you further, your head bouncing as your eyes squeezed shut.

“No, no, open your slutty eyes and look at me.” He growled. He leaned over the arch of the space between the counter and where you sank on your knees. The skin of his cock was supple as you continued aiding with your hand. It was hot to the touch.

“Good fucking girl. Maybe I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy.” He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat. “Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He wiped a few tears away with his thumb as you listened to him.

You knew he was getting closer as he stopped talking, his breathing heavier as he moved your head. His cum spilled inside your mouth, as he released you and you coughed.

“Not bad for your first time. We’re gonna practice some more.” Rafe smirked as his face was flushed and his fist flexed.

He moved on top of you on the floor, hiking up your skirt and ripping off your panties. He spread apart your wet cunt and dipped his middle finger inside your clenching entrance. “You’re such a whore. Never done any of this and you’re already gonna cum. Should have known you’d be daddy’s cum slut.”

Rafe yanked your legs apart, and spit on your pussy. “Not that it needed it, but I’m gonna be a little more kind to you.” You shrieked as he grabbed your jaw.

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.” You quickly answered. “Never-never needed-“

“Good. And you’re not going to. Got it?” Rafe moaned as he pushed his tip in your pussy, “fuck you’re so tight.”

You winced from discomfort but then his knuckles hit your clit, aiding to relieve your tension as he circled them. “Gonna make you mine. Take you away from all that shit.” He grunted as he pushed further.

Rafe let you wrap your arms around his neck as he thrusted.

“Tell daddy you like it.”

“I like it.” You sobbed as he moved harder. “I like it, daddy.”

It was slightly shameful how quickly you came all over him and spilled onto your legs. Rafe also came again and you felt it inside you. He was serious about no protection.

He stayed for a few seconds before getting up. And pulling his pants back on. He extended his hand and pulled you up. You knew you were a sight to be seen, fucked out eyes and messy hair. You just lost your virginity to Rafe Cameron.

You cleared your throat and watched him sweep his eyes over your face. “So. My dad?”

He shrugged. “He’s already out.”

You paled. “What?”

“I posted bail a few minutes before you got here. But as for his job, you’re gonna have to work harder than that. I have conditions.”

“But I already said-“

“More than just fucking you, baby girl. I own you now. You are mine and no one gets to even think about fucking you. I will cross any line you make to keep me away. And if you try, I will punish you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You whimpered as he loomed over you.

“And?” He mocked. “You already agreed. You need me. Don’t you?” He cupped your jaw. Tightly but not as harsh.

“Yeah.” You leaned in to his touch. Your defenses are completely down. You needed care. You were always working. Always cleaning up after someone’s mess. And now…he was going to take care of you.

And either make your daddy issues better.

Or worse.

@xxhellfirebunnyxx @imyourdaninow @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @scene-and-dandylover @emsgoodthinkin

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[jazzyoranges]

Can I humbly request Wednesday x winged reader? Like idk they have angel wings or bird wings or something

Maybe fluff with some angst/comfort >:D

Thanks for entertaining me

Feathers

young!Wednesday Addams x young!fem!reader

Summary: your parents fight. you don’t know where to go, so you run to your favorite Addams

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: hurt/comfort, domestic violence, implied alcoholic, toxic relationship (R’s parents), soft ooc Wednesday

A/n: R is a raven btw :) also don’t ask why Wednesday thinks and talks like a depressed poet at 7/8 yrs old. she’s just experiencing some big emotions 😞

You ran as fast as your little legs could take you. There wasn’t an exact location you were running to, but somehow you knew where you’d end up. Tears left your eyes and a few feathers had been plucked from your gorgeous wings. The night air sent shivers down your spine but you refused to look back. You never wanted to look back.

Tired, cold, and sleepy, the Addams Mansion finally came into view. It’s brambly trees threatened to scratch and pull at your skin, but you happily greeted the forest you’ve come to love. It reminded you of your favorite Addams.

The whistle of trees beckoned you away, but you fought against their singing and continued to the front of the mansion. You loudly knock against the large door, and a butler you recognize so dearly groans behind it.

“Mr. Lurch!” Your small voice cut through the dark night.

What anyone else would assume to be a groan of annoyance, you knew was one of confusion. Lurch takes one good look at you and scoops you into his arms, as if you weighed absolutely nothing. His feet thumped against the floors of the mansion and you could only assume he was taking you to the owners of the terrifyingly beautiful home.

Mrs. Addams and Mr. Addams who’ve you known so well, sit in their living room while Morticia reads a book about who knows what to her husband. He listens intensely with love in his eyes until Lurch’s thumps bring you to the married couple.

“(Y/n)? Lurch, why have you brought us Miss (L/n)?” Gomez questions, while Morticia goes into mother mode immediately. She takes you from Lurch’s arms and thanks him as he pats you on the head before leaving.

“(Y/n), dearest. Who’s caused you such harm?”

Your eyes fill with tears as you recall what happened.

“D-Daddy, he-“

Your father came home angry. Angrier than usual. You tried to hug him, but he pushed you away for the fridge instead. Your lip quivered while you ran to your mother, and she had an angry expression when you told her.

You felt so bad for telling on Daddy. He… he did love you! He did! He was just a little sad for some reason. You decided maybe Daddy just needed space.

You were supposed to be asleep when Mommy and Daddy started fighting. Daddy said a lot of mean stuff. Something about how he wished he was never with Mommy... surely he didn’t mean it! He said something about how you were a mistake, but Daddy didn’t mean it! Right? Daddy loved you…

You didn’t realize you were crying until a small hiccup escaped your throat, and your parents spun around to look at your pained expression from the stairs. You felt bad Mommy and Daddy were fighting. Your father tried to comfort you by closing in for a hug, but you didn’t want a hug. Like how Daddy didn’t want a hug earlier.

You pushed the man away, and he made a scary face. You wished you could say he wasn’t your daddy, but only your daddy’s voice could be so scary. Turning to hide in your room, he grabs at your right wing to keep you close.

It hurt a lot.

But as fast as it hurts, it stops and you look behind you. With a fist full of your dark feathers, your mother slams your father into the stairs. What she actually says are a little muffled to you, but you get the idea after she points to a nearby window.

You try to fly, but the difference in feathers throws you off balance. You manage to glide down from the second story, but not without an ungraceful landing.

You didn’t know where to go.

“A-And then Mommy told me t’run away. B-But I didn’t know where t’go…”

“Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry.” Morticia shares a concerned look with her husband, and he immediately springs into action. Gomez grabs his coat and is out the door in less than a second.

“How about we get you cleaned up, would you like that?” You nod.

Morticia brings you to one of the many bathrooms of the mansion, and sits you down on the toilet seat lid. She soaks a towel with warm water to wash your muddied face and clean off any cuts you might’ve had. Both of you fall into a comfortable silence.

—

There’s an ache in Wednesday’s soul she can’t place. It’s kept her up for hours, and sleep hasn’t been able to take her away just yet. Wednesday had paced circles in her room with only the moon as a light, yet her ache has yet to subside.

Only when Wednesday hears the front door open, she knows she’s found the reasoning for the ache. With feather-light steps, the young Addams creeps down to where she can hear talking.

What Wednesday doesn’t expect is the face of her best friend crying and whimpering. It takes everything inside of her to not run in and steal you away. Instead, she listens to your story.

You tell the older Addams woman about what happened, and Wednesday’s blood starts to boil. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve that atrocity of father. Wednesday can’t continue listening to your story or she’ll commit unforgivable crimes not even you would approve of.

Wednesday creeps back up into her room. She’s really not getting any sleep until she knows for sure you’re safe and with her. Wednesday was awfully aware of how little power she had at her age, but that didn’t stop the young Addams from formulating a plan. Specifically, a plan to make you feel better. (and maybe a plan to get revenge on your disgrace of a father, but that’d have to wait)

Wednesday decided to make her move when her bathroom light was turned on just near her bedroom. She decided to pay you a visit.

“Mother.” Wednesday appeared behind Morticia, her monotone voice causing you to jump the slightest.

“Wednesday, dear, unable to sleep?”

“Someone had been keeping me up, and I think I know who.” The younger girl peers over her mother’s shoulder to meet your curious gaze. You flush in embarrassment and look at the ground.

���Sorry I woke you up, Wens… I didn’t mean to come here so late”

“Sleep in my room.”

“Wednesday, are you sure you’ll be able to sleep with company?”

“Her safety directly corresponds with my sleep schedule.”

“If you insist, my little death.” Morticia sighs. “You two go straight to bed now, hm?”

You nod before getting up off the toilet seat lid. Before you enter Wednesday’s room, Morticia stops you. She bends down to reach your height.

“Don’t you worry about Mommy and Daddy, dear. Mr. Addams and I have all of it covered. You just have sweet nightmares tonight, alright?” There’s nothing but kindness and worry in her voice. Morticia stands up, and you give her a quick hug before she leaves. The older woman feels her heart melt.

You sit on Wednesday’s bed just like you have countless times before. The moonlight illuminates you perfectly, Wednesday thinks. She wasn’t one for holy comparisons, but nothing described you better than an angel of death.

With a halo made of the moon and wings darker than hell, you were no less than ethereal.

“Wens?” Your voice snaps the Addams out of her thoughts.

“What happened to your wing?”

“Uhm… can I tell you tomorrow? I’m sleepy” You emphasize your point with a yawn

“I understand, let’s sleep.” Wednesday nods, and you move over to make some room on the bed.

Wednesday has been in this exact position many times before, but somehow this time felt different. Perhaps it was the fact there’s a blatant elephant in the room, or the fact she knows the reason due to your escape from home. Either way, something was different.

You were basically passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, leaving Wednesday with her own thoughts as she watched you sleep. The younger Addams ran her fingers through your right wing, successfully finding the patchy spot.

Your face contorts into something like pain and fear, and Wednesday quickly pulls her hand away. She didn’t mean to hurt you. When your pained expressions continue, Wednesday knows you’re having a nightmare. And not an enjoyable one.

Almost like second nature, Wednesday pulls you into her arms. Your wing falls atop her like a blanket, and you seem to go back to uneventful sleep. Even unconscious, you hold the Addams like you’re awake.

Wednesday is finally met with sleep when she could press a hand against your chest and feel the rhythmic thumping of your heart.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday (2022) #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #morticia addams #gomez addams #lurch addams

[jyoongim]

Okay before I put in my request lemme just get this off my chest. I love anything you do with Al (my man my man my man)!!! Like you eat every single time and if anyone says others wise they’re hating idc. Don’t ever don’t your craft I’m so serious! Much love🫶🏾

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Now for my request could you do something with Alastor adjusting to his gf who’s from more modern times? I’d like to see that scary scrawny old man with a thick young lit bich. Both of them getting used to each others likes, habits, interests (he reads the paper while she scrolls on her phone, he hums old songs from his time when he’s getting ready for the day while she has or rnb playing on a speaker while she does her makeup, etc). Idk I like seeing opposites come together☺️

my man my man my man my man is right baby! Awwwwww thank you so much. Words cannot describe how this made me feel (giggling and blushing reading this) I LOVE YOU ❤️💕😘

Alastor didn’t know what attracted him to you. The two of you were complete opposites. From completely different eras.

Your attitude, style, language, hobbies all of it was so different from his time.

But he adored you nonetheless.

You used to think he was so old-fashioned. Not liking modern tech, reading the paper, cooking home cooked meals instead of takeout. Often confused when he spoke in riddles than actually being direct.

But the two of you made a cute pair.

For instance:

You were sitting at your vanity, makeup sprawled everywhere as your hiphop playlist played. You were recording a video or ‘going live’ as you put it. Alastor found himself liking the music you played as he got ready.

”who’s the old man?” He heard you say, a laugh bubbling from you as you broke out in giggles. He turned his head to see you give a sly smile in his direction before turning back to your camera.

”oh that fossil?” you chirped, giggling at the comments flooding your feed.

Another comment must have caught your attention because you snorted.

Alastor never understood your need to be on social media. To entertain others that weren’t him, but he let you be.

He was curious. What had you giggling so much?

You smiled as he appeared behind you, large lanky frame entering the camera frame. He wasn’t glitching.

”Dearest what’s got you so ticketed?”he asked, peering over your shoulder to look at the little words appear on your screen.

’why is an old man in the room with you?’

’HE BAGGED A BADDIE LIKE YOU? NO WAY!’

’definitely a sugar daddy’

’why you with that old man?’

He tilted his head, where they referring to him? His lip curled as he read the comments, looking at you for some context.

You giggled,wrapping an arm around his neck to rub his cheek against yours lovingly.

”yes yes this is MY man. Alastor tell everyone ‘hello’ ” he growled instead,giving your glossy lips a peck before walking back to finish getting ready.

You giggled, continuing to put your makeup on as you sang along to your music, eyes reading the comments on Alastor.

”I put this WAP on him y’all hahaha but no You know i looooove the way he treats me. Absolute princess treatment” you laughed. Alastor adjusted his bow tie on final time before turning his attention back to you

You had finished your makeup, standing up you showed your outfit of the day and made silly faces.

You leaned over your chair to read a comment

”He must be dicking you down real goodt” you read out loud and before you could respond your phone glitched out, ending your live.

You pouted, turning to Alastor “Al!”

He wrapped his lanky arms around your plush form, “such lewd comments” he said admiring your makeup.

Sometimes you catch yourself humming the songs he played as he cooked. You were NOT a cooker, so watching Alastor helped you figure out what went with what for when you actually attempted to cook.

”baby what’s that?” You asked as he pulled out multiple seasonings. He explained each seasoning, what the flavor did in different recipes and how to properly blend them so they weren’t so hard but a subtle taste. 

You weren’t too keen on his cannibalistic ways, but you loved to watch his process.

Angel and Husk often made snide comments about how you must be rubbing off on the old demon. 

“He did not use that slang right toots, what are you teaching him?”

You would shrug it off, thinking it was cute Alastor was picking up on your modern language.

Most days when the hotel wasn’t on fire, you and Alastor sat in bliss; him reading the newspaper as you asked him his opinion on random posts you saw as you scrolled on your phone.

Alastor loved to take you to lounges, not disgusting clubs you were so privy to. He thought you need to be exposed to ‘real music and dancing’. He would drag you to the dancefloor, pulling you in for a waltz or whatever old timey dance from his time.

While he didn’t mind the lustful sensation of your body rolling against his, he loved watching you trying to learn steps to old dances.

The way you flushed with embarrassment as you stepped on his toes as you tried to follow always made him laugh.

Alastor was not a fan of your attitude. You were sassy and always spoke your mind, not caring that he often spoke empty threats at you. You never cowered at him and always had to get the last word in. It really ticked him off, but it also made his chest swirl with lust when you never backed down from him.

Your arguments often led to the two of you fucking it out.

Him degrading you as you hiss insults at him, but purring as he pounded your pussy into the mattress.

The two of you were like puzzle pieces. You fit together perfectly, even if the picture looked odd.

The two of you wouldn’t have it any other way

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel

[dotster001]

Day 25: "I didn't intend for this to happen! Really! You have to believe me! It was an Accident!"

Summary:Lucifer x gn!reader

"I didn't intend for this to happen! Really! You have to believe me! It was an accident!"

He was used to hearing this from his brothers, but you? This was new. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Before you start rambling, can you tell me why the music room is in shambles?" He asked, looking at the disaster around him.

"Uh…so, since you'd been working so hard lately, I was going to make you a super nice dinner, and I was trying to decide on what music would set the mood, and Satan suggested this record from your collection. I…uh…well I forgot a lot of them were cursed, and I touched one, and boom." You illustrated a boom with some weak jazz hands. 

"But it was a total accident! I'm sorry! If you go back to your office, I'll get it cleaned up, and have dinner ready for you so you can…"

"That won't be necessary. I'll help you," when you were about to protest, he pressed a gloved finger to your lips. "You're right, I do need a break, and I'll use helping you to take my mind off my paperwork." 

You gave him a grateful smile, and hugged him tightly, before moving to clean up the room.

                                      ….

You'd made him go to bed after he helped you clean, and after dinner, and he'd only agreed if you promised to sleep with him tonight. He cuddled you close until he was sure you were asleep, then slowly moved out from the bed. He tucked you in so you wouldn't be cold without him, and kissed you softly on the forehead.

He walked out and entered Satan's room. At first, he looked angry, but then he saw it was Lucifer and smirked.

"Hello, my dearest little brother," Lucifer said, his aura becoming scary. "It was very nice of you to remove the deadly records when you sent my partner on a wild goose chase. I assume you did that since they are a member of your little club?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Satan said with a grin. He grabbed a stack of records and handed them to Lucifer. "I happened to find these just laying around and was keeping them safe for you."

"How sweet. But I want you to know how lucky you are," Lucifer was now in his demon form and glaring at Satan. "You missed one of the deadly records. Y/N didn't get to that one thankfully. I don't care if you prank me to channel your anger and daddy issues, but if you had killed them, I would have taken action. Brother or no."

He watched Satan blanch, before leaving the room. Deep down Lucifer knew it was a mistake. Satan would never do anything that would harm you, let alone kill you. But he got sloppy. 

Lucifer made it back to his room, and got back into bed with you. You opened your eyes blearily.

"Luci?"

"I just was getting a glass of water, go back to sleep," he whispered as he snuggled in next to you, holding you tightly. 

You drifted off and he took a moment to look at you. He reflected on how this all sparked from you wanting to take care of him. All his anger faded away and he nuzzled in closer to you, feeling happy and grateful that you were in his life. 

Even if you did make a mess from time to time.

#october prompts #obey me #lucifer x reader #om! lucifer #obey me x reader

[thatbigbisexual29]

Play with us, Papa Rei! (Buddy Daddies)

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU! WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY TO WE CAN PARTY TOO HEY! Ayooooo happy birthday to my dearest and bestest friend on this site, @giggly-squiggily !!!!!!!! Gonna be honest, I had this one saved and unfinished in my drafts and thought "She would love this!" so HERE WE ARE!!!!! Like I said in a message before, I'm super glad to have you as a friend! I truly appreciate you and your friendship, you've even inspired me to post some of my own fics! (Which was not as scary as I thought it would be XD Sorry this is a bit late, but I hope you enjoy it! This one is for you :3 And again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

The days when Miri was home from school were probably the most eventful days Rei’s ever experienced in his life. She was such a wild bundle of energy that he could barely keep up sometimes. Thank god Kazuki was there to help out. Even though he barely acknowledged it or said anything, he genuinely loved and appreciated the help the older man gave. And now was no different. She asked, no, demanded that the two build her a massive pillow fort to her liking. And since they couldn’t say no to her cute face, they got to work. Soon enough, all the couch cushions, pillows, and blankets in the house had been used to make a, quite honestly, impressive pillow fort in their living room. And Miri was so overjoyed.

“Thank you Papa Rei! Thank you Papa Kazuki!” she squealed, diving into the opening. Kazuki momentarily panicked as she jumped in with no caution for the structure of the fort! But, he soon relaxed as he saw their girl laughing happily.

“Papas! You need to come in here!” she claimed, grabbing Kazuki by the wrist and pulling him in, giggling loudly at his grunt of surprise. He chuckled and cuddled close to her, making her laugh even more.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Miri! I was afraid I would go cold and hungry this night, but you have saved me! How can I ever repay you??” The blonde man played up, relishing in his daughter’s squeals. Rei lifted up the blanket entrance and watched them, the slightest smile on his lips. He was proud of this. It wasn’t a shabby job, at least not to him, and Rei knew he was going to be invited in by both Miri and Kazuki. As comfy as the inside looked, it would probably heat up real quick. Not to mention he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. So he dropped the blanket curtain and attempted to make his leave.

“Papa Rei, wait!” Miri cried, poking her head from the fort. Rei sighed. Busted. “You need to play with Papa Kazuki and me in the fort! Pleeeeeeeeease???”

“Yeah, pleeeeeeeeease Papa Rei?~” Kazuki also poked his head from the blanket, smirking and egging the former assassin on. With a quiet groan, Rei obeyed their orders and crawled into the space with cheers from the two invitees.

“So! What are we gonna do now, Miri?” Kazuki asked, a big grin on his face. With a starry-eyed look, she ran out the fort yelling behind her, “Let me get my things!” Rei glared at Kazuki, mentally cursing him out for the fate the younger man just exposed them to. The little girl rushed back with an armful of bright hair clips that immediately made the men cringe.

“Let me do your hair Papas!” she asked loudly. And it was less of an ask and phrased more like ‘I’m going to do your hair whether you like it or not.’ Kazuki, of course, didn’t mind. Rei was against this idea entirely. But, like always, he couldn’t say no. Kazuki was first and mixed in with sitting still for Miri to finish his hair, he also had to keep Rei from escaping constantly. After Miri was done making Kazuki a “pretty lady” (Rei chuckled at that), it was Rei’s turn to have all the attention on him. Miri held up a bunch of sparkly bows that she could put in Rei’s hair. The man sat still for several moments as he took in the sight of the bows… then he raced for the exit.

“Wh- REI GET BACK HERE!!!” Kazuki exclaimed, grabbing the former assassin around the waist and falling to the floor with him. “If I have to put silly bows in my hair, then you do too!”

“Never!” Rei shouted as he reached for the door, so close to the outside! Then, Rei felt a poke to his armpit that made him shoot his arm down with a squeak. He turned to look at Miri, who poured angrily yet adorably at the man.

“Papa Rei!” she fussed. “You promised you would play with us! Good daddies don’t make bad promises!”

Kazuki grinned immediately while Rei furrowed his brows with guilt. She was right. He had promised. But then again, that was when he had gotten home from a long day and was half asleep. It technically didn’t count! But he couldn’t let her down… it’s decided then. He will play with his family! … That doesn’t mean he won’t be hard to get though!

“If you tell Papa Kazuki to let me go…” he looked at Miri with a mischievous half-grin. “I’ll tell you where he hides his chocolate pudding!”

Miri gasped excitedly while Kazuki made sounds of betrayal.

“Rei!!! You can’t just do that to me! And Miri! Don’t even think of switching sides! We’re putting bows in his hair whether he likes it or not!” Kazuki declared as he now wrapped his arms around Rei’s chest to keep him in place.

“But Papa Kazukiiiii! I want chocolate pudding!” Miri whined. Rei struggled in Kazuki’s grip, he was stronger than he remembered, as he kept his grin. The pair knew she would start helping Rei as soon as she could. To get her back on track, Kazuki reached out one hand and quickly scribbled his fingers against her belly. Miri squealed with laughter and backed away, holding her tummy as she giggled.

“This is no time for chocolate pudding, Miri! We have to-” Kazuki paused. An idea formed in his head. Rei acted as if he’d read Kazuki’s mind because they made eye contact and the former assassin shook his head feverishly.

“Kazuki, no!” Rei said in a hushed panic. Kazuki only grinned evilly.

“Kazuki yes!! Miri, help tickle Papa Rei!” Kazuki quickly sat on Rei’s thighs as he forced his arms above his head. Huh, he was faster than Rei remembered too.

“Will I get-?” Miri began before Kazuki shouted, “YES you’ll get chocolate pudding!”

“Weeeeee!” Miri squealed as she ran over. Kazuki already started on scratching over Rei’s ribs, giggling at how Rei immediately squeaked at the touch. The former assassin pursed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks in an effort to keep the laughter in. Miri, who began repeatedly poking his side, laughed at his funny face.

“Hahaha! Papa Rei’s making a pooping face!” Miri exclaimed. Kazuki immediately started laughing at her declaration, as he found it hysterically accurate. And with the combination of Miri’s joke, their combined laughter, and the hands tickling over his ribs and sides, tipped the scales a lot quicker than anyone anticipated. Rei started giggling and quietly laughing with his family.

“Aha!” Kazuki barked as he caught these adorable sounds. “Hear that, Miri? He’s laughing! We’re one step closer to getting him to surrender!”

Miri squealed happily and began to use both her hands to poke Rei’s sides, all the while she chanted the words ‘chocolate pudding’ over and over again. Rei shook his head back and forth with glee, smiling wide and freely as Kazuki turned his hand into a claw and vibrated them in between his ribs.

“Khehehehehehe! Ahahahahahahahaaaa! Sttthhahahahahahahap! Get off mehehehehehehe! M-Mirihihihihihi, quihihihihihihit it! Kahahazukihihi, knock it ohohohohoff!” Rei wheezed with laughter as he addressed the man above him and the girl beside him. He rocked his torso back and forth as the two continued to tickle the former assassin silly.

“Papa Kazuki! Let’s get his tummy!” Miri said. Kazuki gasped with delight as Rei groaned in despair.

“That’s a great idea Miri!” Kazuki said as he shoved Rei’s shirt up to his neck. Rei continued to shake his head no, but his smile didn’t leave his face at all. “Alright, Miri! Should we do raspberries or nibbles?”

Rei’s eyes shot wide open at the question and he tried to sit up and pull his hands away. Miri placed her finger to her chin and pondered, humming in thought. Rei tried hard to yank his wrists from Kazuki’s hand, but that bastard just kept him still using his other hand! Rei growled at him and Kazuki stuck out his tongue.

“Raspberries!” was Miri’s decision.

“Raspberries it is then! You ready, Rei?~” Kazuki cooed at his partner, wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Rei attempted to scowl at the blonde, but his wavering smile would not leave his features. Then he jerked and barked out a laugh as Miri blew a raspberry on the former assassin’s side. Miri giggled hysterically at his reaction.

“That’s not funny Miri!” Rei fussed, blushing like no one’s business. Kazuki and Miri began laughing again.

“Of course it is, Rei!” Kazuki exclaimed. He was next to dip his head down to Rei’s smooth belly and blow a torturous raspberry.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohohokay- ohokay. Thahat’s enough. That’s enoHOHAHAHAHAHAF! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! Ehehehehehehehehehe! C-C’mohohon! Youhu guys!” Rei tried to argue, but he was interrupted by the two taking turns and blowing raspberries until his wheezy laughter turned silent.

After one final raspberry from Kazuki, the blonde man let go of the former assassin and scooped Miri in his lap so they could give him a break. The younger man immediately curled up after being let go and panted, still giggly after the whole ordeal. Miri covered her mouth and giggled with him while Kazuki took in the sights and sounds fondly.

“So,” he started, “you gonna actually play with us now?”

Rei peeked his eye open and looked at the two, noticing how big Miri’s eyes were, hopeful that he’d say yes. Rei just chuckled and pat her head.

“Yeah, I’ll play.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!” Miri squealed at the top of her lungs. She wiggled out of Kazuki’s grip and jumped onto Rei’s arm, flopping over him and laughing while he grunted. The older man growled in a playful manner and caught the little girl in his arms.

“I’m gonna eat you!” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face into her ear, lightly nibbling it and making the girl squeal and laugh like no tomorrow. Kazuki  leaned his head on his knee and watched on lovingly, thinking that his life couldn’t get better than this. In truth, it could, especially when he saw their reactions to pulling out three cups of chocolate pudding.

Happy Birthday, Rei, he thought.

#also buddy daddies has a headcrab so strong on me and I wont apologize for it xD #buddy daddies #rei suwa #miri unasaka #kazuki kurusu #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickle community #tickle #tickling #buddy daddies tickle fic #buddy daddies tickle

[thotsforvillainrights]

Might I request a little dad!stain story?

(I will pull something out randomly and I hope it'll suffice, dearest anon! Also I realized I'm not sure if I gave Stain's daughter a name or not yet so I went ahead and did it in this one.)

~Dad!Stain Tooth Fairy

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

"Daddy!!!!" A familiar shrill voice called from the other room. "Well looks like you're her favorite tonight." You teased Chizome with a small smile. He shrugged and placed his now empty cup into the kitchen sink. "I suppose so." He mumbled on his way down the hallway to his baby girl's room. When he entered, he'd immediately went into panic mode at the sight in front of him. Chie was standing ON her vanity and looking at herself in the mirror, heels dangerously close to the edge! He wanted to shout and ask her how she got up there but realized he might startle her and cause her to fall down. He settled for sneaking up on her which thankfully worked considering she was focused on the inside of her mouth. "Don't you dare get up here again." His voice scared her, making her scream for just a second. "My eardrum..." he mumbled as he carefully placed her on the ground and kneeled to be at eye level with the girl. "Chie, what on Earth are you in here doing?" She pouted and opened her mouth, one small and chubby finger pointing on the inside. He tilts his head and examines the inside, carefully gripping her chin to hold her head still while his free hand roamed along the top set of tiny teeth. He settled for one directly in the front of her mouth. "Ah, I see. This is a lose tooth. So lose that it looks like it's going to fall any day now."

Chie gasps at his words and quickly slaps her tiny hands over her mouth with a panicked expression. Chizome can see her eyes gathering tears so he thinks up a plan rather quickly. Finally his he comes up with the most reasonable thing at the moment, something rather stupid that he would never believe in a million years.

But hey, she's a kid after all.

"Don't cry little one. Think of what the tooth fairy will bring you for this tooth once it falls out."

"Tooth fairy?" She sniffles, rubbing her eyes and staring at her father with childlike wonder. "Yes, the tooth fairy." He has to hold himself together to not physically cringe at the thought of something so foolish. Chizome continues nonetheless. "Yes, the uh...tooth fairy. He's this magical being in a dress that uh...i don't know, floats around looking for dislodged teeth. He just collects the things, and then he leaves...gifts?"

"Gifts, really!?" He rolled his eyes and nodded at her. "Yes gifts. So let's go set everything up okay?" He points at her bed and watches her run over to it. His heart did small flips at seeing her excitement on full display. Even though the myth was silly, it seemed to cause small children so much joy so who was he to complain? He walks over and pats the pillow. We have to put it underneath here and you need to go to bed. First step is getting it out. Now it might seem scary but I assure you that the thing is so loose it'll come out easily and you won't feel a th-" His eyes widen as the little girl reaches into her own mouth and snatches the tooth out, smiling as a small line of blood trickles down her lips and chin. "Okay now gifts?" He takes a second to compose himself before grabbing the tooth and putting it under her pillow, still slightly shaken at her sudden action. Alright, you lay down now for bed and I'll bring you something special to wash your mouth out." She obeys quickly, (a rare occasion for her considering she fights bedtime with all her might every single night) and gets cozy in her bed. He returns with a bowl and a cup, the cup holding salted warm water. She washes her mouth out with the water and disposes of the spiddle in the bowl. He takes the supplies back to the kitchen, tucks her into bed, and keeps watch for her to fall asleep.

You smile at the sight of your love checking several times throughout the night to see if your daughter is asleep. It's finally go time around 9 p.m. as she's finally dozed off to rest. He acts fast, grabbing a handful of coins to place beneath her pillow. Chizome is careful to not wake her during the whole process. Finally he takes the tooth from beneath the pillow and slips it into his pocket He takes a moment to stare contently at the sleeping girl. His hearts starts twisting up again...much in the same way it did on the day she was born/adopted. "When did you get so big?" He whispers to himself, gently petting her head. He leans down to kiss her forehead and retreats back to the doorway, turning to look at her one last time before turning off the light and heading back to the room where you were waiting.

"Did it go well?" You ask as he settles himself into bed, rolling on his side and draping an arm over you. "Went very well. Now get some sleep. We'll need it when she wakes up in the morning and wants to spend the money immediately."

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #akaguro chizome #hero killer stain #stain bnha #dad!stain au #au

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Breathing

First posted: May 28, 2018

Focuses on: Jason (and his family)

My favorite bookmark: "Jason Todd is sassy monster and Bruce has PTSD from this asshole dying. 🥺🤣"

My second favorite bookmark: "I CANT STOP CRYIIINNNG WTFFFU"

Tier: Pretty middle of the road in terms of metrics, but one of my personal favorites.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself frightfully by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

This fic was dedicated to @starknjarvis27 because she came up with the idea on one of our many BatFam discussions, and being a Megan Whalen Turner superfan, I couldn't not take on the idea.

For those unaware, this fic lifts the bones of an absolutely wonderful scene in The King of Attolia, the third (and best) book in the Queen's Thief series. I made sure you didn't need to know the series at all to enjoy "Breathing," but the girlies who know shriek more.

Jason was still breathing when Bruce found him.

Most of my fics, I may not totally know where they're going, but I know my first line. No exception here.

The voice of this one doesn't feel fully Bruce to me, which makes sense because it's so early on in my written works. Also I'm telling myself that's just young Bruce not sounding quite like his more mature self. Ah, the tales we tell ourselves sometimes. 💀

Jason’s chest, or what was left of it, rose again, the cavity of smashed ribs deepening as his lungs fought to work.

I don't know enough medical things to comfortably get too detailed on Jason's injuries (and I wasn't friends yet with Audrey to ask), but since this was Bruce's POV, I worked to make it adequately gruesome.

If those panicked, roving blue eyes with their black-blown pupils could see anything beyond his own fear.

And sometimes I make up words for fun.

He wanted to hold him. Wanted to scoop that broken body into his arms and shelter it with his own until the miracle he was praying for arrived. Bruce wanted to hold his boy. But his stupid, awful, useless brain hissed warnings of spinal injuries and paralysis, of the harm he could cause by giving into sentiment at just the wrong time.

Apparently I also knew how I wanted this section to end because I was deliberately writing toward

And, at last, Bruce held his son.

This.

Trying to figure out the setting of the second half was tough because I didn't care about where they were coming from. I wanted it to be vaguely comic cliche and hopefully not racist or otherwise offensive but that's all.

Also, ugh, staging. Staging. I hate staging. Trying to mark where everyone is and why and keep them all straight as they start to move. Bah.

Of course, now, looking back, hewing more closely to the original scenario where the main figure (Attolis, Jason) turns and smiles at the narrator just before disaster, that sure would have been something, wouldn't it.

But Jason. The odd man out. The wild card, for good or ill. The unpredictable ace up their sleeve. Their magnet for trouble, collector of odd experiences. Too cynical to be Dick, too rash to be Tim, too undisciplined to be Damian. Raised on the streets. Trained by a Bat and a Flying Grayson. Raised again by assassins. Comrade of drug dealers, mercenaries, and thieves. Their family stories always seemed to twist on a “but Jason.”

I like this bit a lot, personally.

He had never seen Jason kill like this. It was the blinding flash of blades, the blur of a tan leather jacket and dark curls, the splatter of red blood on grey stone. And then it was done.

BAMF JASON TODD!!!

At the weight of three sets of eyes landing on him, Jason turned only his head and met Dick’s gaze. His face was pale, almost green, and splattered with a fine mist of blood. It took Dick a moment to piece his coloring together with the slant of his jaw and the blaze in his eyes. He was angry. No, he was furious. But when his eyes met Dick’s, he smiled. All teeth. “Let’s not keep Daddy Dearest waiting, boys.”

Jason is scary and I love him. I think if I could pick an audio narrator for him, especially the way I wrote him in the beginning, I'd pick the guy who does the Raven Boys audiobook, specifically in the voice he uses for Ronan.

“I could use a hand on this next part,” Jason admitted, voice steady and cool. 

And my brain recites, oh gods, stairs.

“I’m dying, Dickie. My insides are on my outsides."

Direct. Hecking. Quote.

“I probably won’t even make it to the Batplane,” Jason moaned. “You’ll have to leave me here. They’ll make me a trail marker. Reach the skeleton with the sweet jacket and you’re halfway to the temple of doom.”

A nice little trail marker. So like a thief in a ditch, one might say.

Jason lay still on the narrow cot, conscious but boneless. Even the furious greenish tint of his skin had faded away into a bloodless pale. Alfred had pulled up his shirt to reveal the truth. Jason’s grip down the mountain hadn’t been only to stanch the bleeding, but to hold himself together. At some point in the blurred fight, a blade had snuck under his defenses and slit open his abdomen, nearly from hip to hip. The blood that had trickled through his shirt and over his hand had been nothing compared to the steady flow that had soaked unseen into his pants. Over Alfred’s shoulder, Jason opened his eyes and met Dick’s.

This is full-scale lifting, my obscene apologies to Megan Whalen Turner, I love your work.

Alfred’s back blocked most of Jason’s body from view. Dick could see Jason’s face and upper torso. Bruce, being taller, could probably see a little more. Damian and Tim, being shorter, could probably see a little less. Both boys stood further back as well, Tim just behind Bruce and Damian behind Dick.

friggin blocking, my foe. Just lining up the stupid little dominoes so they fall right in a minute.

Six people breathing. Five people breathing.

I'm a genius. Good job, me.

Jason erupted like a tiger caught in a snare. He clawed at the cot, trying to push himself up. Alfred cried out, warning of wounds and fresh blood and popped stitches as he tried to force Jason back down. Dick sprang forward and tried to grab his brother, but got a fist to the face for his troubles. He staggered back.

Againnnnnnnnnn I'm so sorry Megan Whalen Turner

Dick slowly unclenched his fingers, first releasing Jason’s hair, then his wrist. Violent red streaks branded Jason’s skin like a cuff

I am a clever little clog with my symbolism and because these fics are for me, I can be smug about it

At least a couple people have said this fic have pushed them to read Megan Whalen Turner which is all I could ever want or hope for.

#fanfic bts brain dump

[authormikamathews]

The Odd Similarities between Naruto and Harry Potter

 So I love patterns, but only the ones my brains pick up... so, naturally, instead of something useful I noticed a lot of odd similarities between Naruto ( the original) and Harry Potter. Like a lot... it was disconcerting really... 

Let me just list a few of them. 

The main character looks just like their father with one quality of their mother. Both are orphans and in terms of screen time, daddy dearest gets ten times as much importance with relevant friends and connections born from the dad. Examples being Sirius and Remus, Jiraiya and Kakashi. Both boys are used as a scape goat for a lot of terrible people, and both boys were entirely alone for their youth. Both are marked by their parent's killers, be it Naruto's whisker marks or Harry's Scar.

Both boys make two friends, Sakura and Sasuke and Hermione and Ron at a young age and there is a lot of cross over there as well. Sakura and Hermione are known for their intense intellect and distinctive hair, both are not from a long line of Witches/Ninja and yet both excel when given the chance. Both girls are rude and bossy, though Hermione starts out more useful. Ron and Sasuke are from old lines, both boys look just like the rest of their family and both have self esteem issues to the nth degree. Sasuke and Ron are both poor friends and betray the Main character. 

Then there is Orochimaru and Voldemort, who are almost identical. Both rampant, powerful geniuses that screw everything up, fear death, literally work on immorality by splitting their souls and talking to snakes! Both were tied to the main older leader genius, who in both cases ( Dumbledore and Hiruzen) are really useless at their actual jobs... and neither really care for the main character, using them as a pawn against their enemies. 

Both Harry and Naruto are regularly ignored by the world, mistreated and kind of lazy. Neither really do much on their own, needing others to do most of the work for them until the last stroke. In both cases, their godfathers are sort of useless and see them as more of their parent than they do themselves.

Both Lily and Kushina give their lives, gives of love, are redheaded and are more plot devices than people...which is kind of gross... 

I could really go on, but this would take me hours... Why are they so similar, I mean it is scary how much seems almost borrowed by each story... 

So... yeah!

#indie author #queer author #authormikamathews #indiebooks #book writing #book blogs #creative writing #anime and manga #naruto #harry potter #naruto uzumaki #fantasy #Wizards #writing #fiction writing #writing prompts

[squeekybeeps]

✩Looking for FNF RP partner(s)! (no mod Characters, I’m so, so sorry.)

✧˖°୨.୧°˖✧ Introduction Hello, I’m squeekybeeps and I’m looking for RP (a) partner(s) to do an FNF RP with. Been searching around for like two days, and I refuse to go to amino, so this was my last resort. What am I looking for? I’m not really looking for a very serious RP, but I do tend to write a lot, though, don’t worry if writing paragraphs aren't your cup of tea, I welcome all RP styles, as long as you can bring something fun and interesting to the table. And can spell, ofc. But even then, I don’t care much, English isn't everyone’s first language after all. Chances are, the less you write the less I write haha. And yes, I do ships. nothing specific though, even if you ship something fucking wild like daddy dearest x Pico or some shit, hell yeah, I’ll give it a go.   I also wanna preface this,(note: the title) I am not into mods and I’m sorry. I have never really been interested in the mods, so I do feel a little out of place posting in the FNF fandom, but I hope anyone reading can at least understand where I’m coming from. Yes, I know that just makes it harder for myself to find an RP partner, but idc, I’ll just hope for the best. Lastly, I’m okay with OC’s and such. I wanna try to be inclusive as I can, but I prefer my partner to play canon characters as well. After all, I don’t wanna be playing the whole cast. So if you have an OC you wanna use go ahead! Just make sure to pick some canon roles of course. 

CharactersI can play pretty much anyone but ones I prefer:

-Boyfriend -Lemon Monster -Daddy dearest (yeah this is kinda when the “no mod characters” rule is kinda not helping my case) But don't let this list scare you away. If you're dying to play boyfriend or anyone else on the list, you sure can! These are just ones I’ve used the most in my experiences!

In regards to headcanons? Let loose. I’m okay with pretty much any of them. Infact, I have several headcanons, and if you have any for the characters I’m playing, I’m happy to use them! It always provides not only a challenge, but I really enjoy other’s Ideas and love to work off them!

Plots? Okay so this kinda just all comes down to pms. But if you have a plot in mind, feel free to share it. But don't worry much if you don't, I can always come up with one. Or, if you're feeling extra creative, we can come up with one together! Though again, do keep in mind I’m not too serious. Like yes, I’ll take serious moments in the RP seriously, but it's not my main focus, unless I find myself getting REALLY into it…which actually has a high chance at happening so we’ll see.

Very scary warnings, and the end.  Ayo SCARY WARNING coming up!!! MUST WARN. Since you started reading this godforsaken post, you may have noticed the doodles in between the topics that were all pumped out in less than 3 mins. If I like our rp a lot, I’m probably gonna draw and send you LOTS of these. I just really enjoy doodling like this, so chances are you’ll have to go through this horrid practice of mine. Super scary, I know! I’m fucking evil! So if any of this interests you, PM or comment! I've got lots of free time at the moment, So I’ll pretty much be available at any time! Thanks for reading! 

#friday night funkin #FNF #fnf fanart #fnf rp #roleplay #fanart #doodles #sorry I'm a very wacky guy #praying someone actually responds to this lmao

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gulps…, hellohi.. confession I’ve been daydreaming about angst recently and that cult leader Geto drabble u wrote only made me think about it even more… <///333 ignore that I’m a little bit obsessed with the mentally ill/traumatised reader + stsg trope but… can u really blame me ☹️ they would be so good and I think they would be the best comfort u could possible have :((

Ok but. more specifically reader with a rough childhood (a lil like sugu.. he def has some sort of daddy/mommy issues i will die on that hill) or some sort of abandonment/trust issues that has a habit of self sabotaging or intentionally distancing themselves. More specifically maybe grown up stsg where they’re a little more mature and have more of a grasp on how to help you better.. maybe reader has a nightmare or something, goes out for a smoke on the balcony etc etc.. sugu meets them out there n. They just have a good old fashioned talk like :( just being honest and vulnerable because it’s late and u just need a hug most of all :(( def ends with him carrying reader back to bed n playing with ur hair until you fall back asleep GODDDD KILL ME NOW ☹️☹️ moments of tenderness/vulnerability are my absolutely favourite thing in writing/shows/etc ESPECIALLY when it’s from characters that usually don’t display those sort of feelings because you just know it means there’s such a strong bond between them…. Can u hear my heart breaking

^^ either this one or reader with trust issues that’s a little cat-like personality wise (which I think fits so beautifully because stsg are the most wolf coded boys ever) who’s fully convinced they’re better off on their own, they don’t need friends or people to rely on. Until they meet stsg!!!!! Because suddenly there are two irritatingly charming losers following you around and worming their way into your heart and you just. Physically cannot bring yourself to deny them, even if it’s a little scary allowing people in. And god i think it would make them feel SO special once you started warming up to them. Allowing satoru to greet you with hugs or pinch ur cheeks… letting sugu baby you a little…… (distant screaming)

THIS HAS BEEN ANOTHER YAP SESSION BY ME ^_^ it’s literally so late at night rn I don’t know why these ideas always come to me just as I’m about to sleep ffs ☹️ N E WAYYYSSSS im looking forward to that satoru fic/drabble thing u were talking about :3 a mix of scared and excited ngl I feel like I gotta prepare myself incase it’s angsty….. but WHAT HAVE U BEEN UP TO?? It’s literally just been grey n windy where I am so I hope ur getting better weather where u are 😞😞 I HOPE U HAVE BEEN HAVING FUN N TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!!

(Also irrelevant but I was just about to add a silly image to finish and I stumbled across this image of satoru and I’m laughing my ass of why is he so lanky?????? I could NOT be his friend I would just make fun of him for being built like a fucking STICKBUG 😭😭😭 LOOK AT THE RESEMBLANCE)

(Yes I made the second image myself what do you think of my artistic talent ^_^ ignore the flag)

HELLO HI MY DEAREST OLLIE i am gulping right with you ……… this made me so insane 😔😔

i’ve said it before n i’ll say it again . ariollie STAYS synced up i’m convinced we share a brain……. your scenarios always make me feel so ill (affectionate) and this scenario just means sm to me :((( they really would be the best!!! a reader like that would be treated so tenderly and with sm understanding…. especially since suguru and satoru had rough upbringings too!! (not canon for sugu maybe but i agree w you 100% ollie i literally can’t see his childhood being anything but messed up…. he def has both mommy and daddy issues i know my own kind 🙏🙏)

aaaaa just!!! yeah. reader isolating themselves when they feel down and overwhelmed and being taken care of so effortlessly… stsg just wouldn’t let you face your struggles alone. you’re a team!!! and yeah grown up stsg would for sure be the best at this. i think that as teens they won’t know exactly how to help/might be a little overwhelming….. but as adults they’re more mature and grounded and have a better understanding of your struggles and their own!!! goshhhhh the balcony scene 😔😔😔 ollie do you want my heart to shatter (also what if i told you that exact scenario has popped up in my head multiple times we’re so linked) suguru would just be so vulnerable and patient and caring :(((( our papa bear…. carries you to bed and lulls you to sleep. for sure makes you a warm cup of tea too… sighhh i need him i fear 💔💔

AND AND ANDDDD a catlike reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 one of my personal favs. independent and a little distant….. used to being on their own……. very picky with who they allow close. it’s just PERFECT for stsg (WOLFCODED BOYS SO TRUEEE)… ollie the way you describe it all makes me feel ILLLL they really would feel so honoured 😭😭😭 cue satoru melting into a puddle when you finally wrap your arms around him….. suguru literally grinning like an idiot (he’s trying DESPERATELY not to but it’s impossible) when you shyly ask him for affection. yeahhhh their hearts would explode i think

ANOTHER BANGER YAP SESSION FROM OLLIEEE i look forward to them sm yknow!!! i can always trust you to have the tastiest stsg scenarios ready to go 🙏🙏🙏 i’m a lil late to this BUT i hope you had a cozy sleep my friend <3 AND WAHH i’m so glad you’re excited for bfb!satoru!!!! i’m gonna try to get it out by next weekend…… i promise not to make it angsty hehe it’s just a lil bittersweet!!! a tiny bit!!!! (depends on how you feel abt the unrequited love trope though 😭😭) IT’S GRAY N WINDY HERE TOO i’m hoping for more sunlight soon………. and i’m doing well hehe i’ve been playing a bunch of pj sekai + watching my favorite streamer play zero escape >:33 WHAT ABT UUU OLLIE what have you been up to?? good things i hope!!! pls remember to rest up and take care of yourself as well <333 it’s what stsg would’ve wanted!!!

(also PHDKDVDJDJYFU NOT THE SATORU SLANDER?????? 😭😭😭 LEAVE MY STICKBUG ALONE???????? i snorted so loud thank you for the free art it’s beautiful <333 i’m gna print it and hang it on my wall.)

#THE RAINBOW FLAG so true……… #THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY OLLIE I LOVE YOUUU here is some coffee n a treat for you 🍩☕️ <333 #stsg and their little kitty cat reader….. they would be so smitten 😔😔😔 #no but i think stsg would jsut be the bestest partners Ever for a reader w childhood trauma #all three of you have had rough childhoods in different ways and i just think that makes taking care of each other sm easier!! #it’s easy to think that suguru would be the mature one but i think ppl often forget just how mature satoru is as an adult too #he might not be as good as suguru when it comes to talking about emotions but he’s just. so secure. so strong and dependable #if satoru found you wallowing in your sadness on the balcony i think he would sit with you and distract you. or just hold you tight #it’s just reassuring to have him there yk??? #sighhhhh…. they’re both so good 😔 #ask tag ✩ #ollie !! ✩

[palmettoshenanigans]

Imma be honest, I see the the sanitation of AFTG in fandom as a Skill Issue. Y'all are scared to be Weird and Offputting and Scary.

~ Neil looks like he was being intimate with a weed wacker and branding iron (10yrs w/ Daddy Dearest + 8yrs a Runaway + 2wks w/ The Ravens + 1 night in Baltimore =/= "a few scars here and there - but not enough to make him ugly tho").

~ Andrew and Aaron look Buff and Chunky ISTFG (Collegiate Athlete + Ice Cream =/= Short Blonde Twink w/ Noodle Arms).

~ The carnage of Nathan and Co. have more blood and viscera (that man is the Butcher of Baltimore. Have you seen a butcher of foodstuffs??? Now turn them into batshit serial killers who work for the mafia. Look at all that blood!).

~ All of the Foxes are assholes to some degree (including Nicky, Renee, Matt, and Dan - they are Foxes for a reason babes).

Anyone in fandom can do whatever the fuck they want - I know - but I WILL judge you for your Skill Issues while you do it

#all for the game

[xherecomesthesun]

Letters to Bunny

It's been about a month since we took this first picture of you. Since then, we've told our dearest about you, and celebrated your coming. I remembered the first time Daddy and I saw your heart beating (or at least the clump of neurons that you've managed to grow!), and we teared thinking that you're finally coming home.

And this home that you're coming to is going to be an exciting one. Daddy and I have a close, intimate relationship with our Creator, which we hope you will find to have too. His name is Jesus Christ, and He's going to totally blow your mind. Daddy and I have built our lives around what He's done for us - and that is everything. There was nothing else left for us to strive for ourselves, and so we've looked outwards.

One of which is to reach out to those who are not as lucky as us to have stable and/or comfortable homes, or family to reach out to for help. You've come with us on these walks! Sometimes it's scary, because it goes late into the night and into areas where the lighting is not bright. But we had learnt to be brave, because we know that Jesus is more powerful than any other powers there are in this world. He protects us as we go out to do His will. I hope you will learn to be brave too, in whatever that you do, knowing in full confidence that while it's okay to be afraid, there are other more important things than fear, and Christ will be battling these fears before you.

You might be wondering what else Daddy and I do with our time. We currently work for National Council of Social Service, a statutory board under the Ministry of Social and Family Development. Daddy does research, and I'm in planning - both of us help social workers in getting good data about the people they help, and the programmes they run, so that we can keep improving on how we help them. It's a very stressful environment, because we care so much about doing what is right. When your work contributes to other people's lives, you tend to take things very seriously. You've been with Mummy in many of these stressful meetings, where it sometimes feel that the least important thing is being fought about. But these things are still important and must be done right. This is our place in the sector, and where our talents are used. We hope that you will grow to find and develop your own talents, and work for a place where these talents will be used to enrich the lives of others around you.

Life is comfortable enough, but maybe not cushy, but we are so fulfilled. We can't wait for you to share in this! There is a place in this madness for you, and we hope you will come to love this madness just like how we do. It's going to be a wild ride!

Love,

Mummy.

[sinfulskywalker]

Hi Sinful! Feel a bit bad asking for this when you maybe meant more romantic stuff but do you have any headcanons for Obi Wan caring for Anakin? It's almost as sweet as Dad Vader.

Yes!!! Baby Ani and Obi-Daddy. Okay we all know Anakin adored ObiWan, dare I say in the novels and movies he was just as clingy to his master as he was to Padme. Maybe it wasn't canonically romantic but the bond they shared had to of blossomed somewhere sometime and I got a few HCs as to how that happened.

Master Qui-Gon asked him to teach the boy. Obi-Wan vowed to do so. Even if he resorted to leaving the Jedi temple and The Order. Thankfully that didn't have to happen. As he had a rather clingy Padawan who was notorious for sneaking into the kitchens.

Anakin, he understood, due to his previous environment and upbringing, was a total brat at times. The shock of finally being free, having to leave his mother behind and learning the force all within a short time can't have been easy. It wasn't but Obi-Wan was determined to make it as comfortable as possible. The first night was the hardest with Anakin. Leaving Tatooine for good to live in a strange new world surrounded by people he didn't quite understand left him crying during dinner. It was Obi-Wan who sat the boy on his lap and held him close. Promising things would get better.

Baths and sonic showers were..... interesting. The first bath ObiWan drew for Anakin (thinking it was the best method to coax the boy into regular cleaning) he watched as Anakin's eyes lit up to a full tub of warm water. The boy reached for a wash cloth and began to wipe at his hands and arms, claiming to be done with a big grin on his face. Imagine the look on Ani's face when ObiWan asked about the rest of him, jokingly. Knowing he got toys, warm water and soap, actual soap, followed by a warm soft towel wrap was all it took for Anakin to ask when his next bath was.

Food was tricky as well. Anakin had grown up with whatever Shmi had on her plate. Often he admitted to stealing food for her and him. ObiWan knew this would be a complicated hurdle and he wasn't wrong. Even after being told countless times he was allowed to eat and drink until he felt full, ObiWan would find food stashed away in Anakin's bedroom. Saved for later, or for if they ran out. ObiWan never made Anakin feel as if he was stupid or a thief for stealing. ObiWan made sure to include Anakin in meal prepping and planning and introduced the boy to baked sweets so Anakin could grasp he was in control of how much food there was in their quarters and how he was welcomed to it at any time. Anakin would grow a fondness to tea but only in ObiWan's lap because he found it made him sleepy and he didn't want to spill it. ObiWan knew all of Anakin's favorite meals and made sure to have them on their meal plan often.

Nightmares are normal for children to have. But for Jedis, it was peculiar. Most of Anakin's horrible dreams stemmed from him loosing Master Qui-Gon and he feared loosing ObiWan next. Each morning ObiWan found Anakin asleep on the floor next to his bed. This, ObiWan was clueless how to put an end to. Still, he persisted. No scary holos or novels before bed for starters and light meditation after a bath to soothe his mind. It helped but it wasn't the cure. When ObiWan was lucky to still be awake as Anakin came running into his room crying, the Master took his Padawan into his arms for an embrace. Their bond surrounding them like a frenzy of chaos melting into calm. "My dearest Ani. I'm here, dear one. I am not going anywhere." ObiWan would hush into his ear while stroking the short braid of dark blonde on Anakin's head. Even as the years went by such a moment of peace would always calm Anakin down.

Anakin may have came off as a cocky brat to other Masters or a show off to other Padawans, but he was ObiWan's pride and joy. ObiWan would be damned if Anakin laid his head down wondering if his master disliked him or was dissapointed in him. In a way it was quite bittersweet for the duo as everything ObiWan did for Anakin, he learned through Qui-Gon. In a way, the young master liked to hink he was keeping Qui-Gon's memory alive by tending to Anakin.

#star wars #asks #my inbox #obi wan star wars #obiwan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin

[toasty-self-shipping]

what cici thinks about the other fnf characters because for me having him for two years I never really mention how cici would feel about the other canon characters

Pico

he would be a little scared mainly because of his uzis guns but when she realized he isn’t a bad person cici would actually find pico cool and wants to know more about him

Skid and pump

she would definitely find those two adorable and would be excited about spooky month because Halloween isn’t really a thing on her home planet so hearing stuff about dressing up and getting candy sounds like a really fun thing to him

mommy mearest and daddy dearest

while cici wouldn’t really Interact with girlfriend parents he does find them interesting tho cici mother doesn’t really like mommy mearest (those two have some long history beef with each other) but her dad is pretty much chill with daddy dearest (those two are actually good friends and meet up with each other for a drink)

Senpai

Yeah cici can’t stand him (if you know you know) plus he looks like her ex so cici wouldn’t really want to look at him without getting sick

Spirit

cici finds him completely ugly

Lemon demon/monster

cici is terrified of him she finds him uneasy and very scary

#just a little a info lore nothing to big #🎶🎤 (cici) #my self inserts #self shipping #self shipping community

[charred-picture-frame]

“Thank you DD sir for this!” Garc said, on the back of DD.

DD let out a laugh. “Hehe, your welcome, but it’s just Mcdonalds kiddo.”

“Yeah, and I love- huh? Isn’t that me?” He pointed, showing a Garcello and a... Rebecca?

“Oh, my Satan... Rebecca’s healthy-looking! Oh and there’s an older version of you there too I guess.”

Garcello started patted DD’s hair. “Can we go meet them?”

DD shrugged. “Why not?”

He walked to the two. “Uh, hello there... Older Garcello? No, that’s stupid, uh, hi there-”

“Hey there me!”

@swappin-on-a-sunday-night

He stopped, looking up at DD. “Uh, hi?” He quickly noticed the kid, taking a second to reboot. “Oh sh- uh, hey kid, how’s it goin’?” He gave them a lazy smile. Rebecca blinks and waves awkwardly. She had been shuffling papers while probably telling G to "take better care of yourself" or something of the like. "Hi there."

#hypocrisy and deceit | garcello #artful destruction | rebecca #wasted smoke | other garcello #scary looking | daddy dearest #chase or conversation? | rp #any new info? | ask

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 68: To the Bone

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 9 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, scary situation ❧ Word Count: 8k (I am so sorry besties)

❧ In This Chapter: Four months after the devastating mass murder, a blizzard hits. Daryl leaves to help the Kingdom move to the Hilltop, and you stay behind to take care of the kids. When the snowstorm forces you to share close quarters with Negan, you find yourself coming to terms with what happened, and whether or not you can forgive.

❧ A/N: I love writing Reader and Negan scenes, but even more than that, I love Daddy Daryl. Lots of cute Daddy Daryl in this chapter, with lots of drama in between. Also couldn't resist using this scene for the gif. How wholesome???

All those years you spent in Georgia, they made you forget how harsh Virginia winters could be.

You remembered that first winter in Alexandria. It was hard, and poor Daryl, he had never even left Georgia before, so when the snow came tumbling down, chilling the man who insisted he “never got cold” to his very core, he wasn’t prepared for it.

Of course, it snowed in Georgia, but very little in comparison. Daryl grew up in the snowier part, the northern Blue Ridge region. In the rural mountain town he grew up in, there was snowfall, but even then, he’d never experienced a blizzard, not like the one that was threatening to encapsulate northern Virginia in a raging snowglobe.

Having grown up in northern Virginia, you were a little more accustomed to the heavy snow, but still, you’d never lived to see a blizzard. They were relatively rare, and the last recorded snow storm you knew about was in the winter of 1996, when you happened to be visiting your grandparents in Georgia.

The winters you’d seen at Alexandria had been hard, but not deadly. This year, however, was inordinately cold, and the snow had begun to fall sooner and heavier. The incoming threat of the blizzard was formally recognized by the council just days before Daryl, Michonne, and Aaron would leave to help the Kingdom make the journey to the Hilltop.

The entire settlement was already in bad condition, with pipes breaking and fires raging. The unusual coldness of that winter didn’t help matters, and soon it was determined that the living conditions at the Kingdom were no longer safe.

Without a singular leader after the Whisperer attack four months earlier, the Hilltop had organized a council, much like that of Alexandria. After several failed attempts to reach Maggie, who they had hoped would offer help, they decided that the best course of action would be to offer sanctuary for the citizens of the Kingdom. After all, it would strengthen their numbers greatly, and with the idle yet looming threat of the Whisperers, it would be an advantage.

So, Daryl did what he usually did: he stepped up, offered to help lead the caravan of Kingdom refugees to the Hilltop. With the winter storm approaching, they were going to need all the help they could get. He was also hoping to bring Lydia to Alexandria, as she had been promised asylum there, and you wanted to have her stay in your home.

In fact, that was your latest project: getting Lydia’s room ready.

With a fresh coat of paint and some tidying up, the basement looked much more welcoming than it had before. It even had a few high windows in the foundation, so it seemed like a perfect space for the teenager to stay—private, yet homey.

You were putting the finishing touches on Lydia’s bed, covering it with a homemade quilt Bev had given you last year for Christmas. You tried not to think too much about the memory, but it hit you when you came across the neat, meticulous stitching on the border of the quilt:

For (Y/N), my dearest friend

It brought both tears and a weak smile to your face, remembering how excited she was to give that quilt to you. It took her ages to make it, and you’d accidentally walked in on her once when she was stitching it. She threw the quilt behind her couch and stood up to greet you nervously, trying to peel your attention away from the bit of fabric peeking out behind the sofa.

“Mommy!” called Robin from the top of the stairs leading to the basement.

You quickly wiped your tears and sniffled. “Yes?” you called out to her.

“Daddy’s leaving! He said you better get your butt up here and say goodbye right now!”

Knowing Daryl, he didn’t say “butt.”

You replaced the pillows on the bed, and extinguished the lantern on Lydia’s bedside table.

“Coming!”

He was by the front door, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and adjusting the strap resting diagonally across his broad chest.

You patted Robin on the head as you met her at the top of the steps of the basement, and she quickly zoomed up the stairs to the second floor. Your eyes widened at her sudden burst of energy. “Where are you going, Speedy Gonzalez?”

She called out to you as she continued running up the stairs. “I have to give something to Daddy before he leaves!”

Daryl shook his head and scoffed. “She’s ‘bout as crazy as you,” he said, before you cut him off by kissing his lips, slightly chapped from the dry winter air.

He tangled one hand in your hair, the other caressed your waist and pulled you against him. “Be careful,” you said against his lips, rubbing his warm chest up and down with your chilled hands. “I know this couldn’t wait any longer, but I wish you were doing this after the imminent blizzard. You know, the one Eugene said would have broken records back in the day.”

He rolled his eyes before pecking your lips one more time. “Yeah, what does he know?”

You shook your head and laughed. “A lot. He’s been reading all about blizzards, you know. Checked out every book on weather and atmospheric science.” You paused as you caught a glimpse of Daryl’s attire—a tattered simple black coat. “That’s all you’re wearing?”

He looked down at his body and shrugged. “Got layers underneath.”

You shook your head. “Where’s that poncho? You’re going to need at least one more layer.”

He huffed as you turned to the coat rack, and pulled from the tangle of coats a large grey and black mohair poncho.

“Nah,” he said with a shake of his head, his hair flapping against his face. “Told ya, I’m fine, woman.”

Without listening, you stripped Daryl of his crossbow, pulling it over his head and messing up his hair. He grumbled, and cursed a little as he felt the head hole of the poncho disturb his mop of brown locks again.

You flattened out the warm garment, smiling and admiring how cute he looked in it. “There,” you said, quite satisfied with yourself. You reached out your hands to smooth his hair, soft from your homemade shampoo. “Now you look nice and warm, and very handsome.”

He grimaced, and scrunched his face when you planted a kiss on his nose. “Gimme back my bow,” he said.

You sighed and reached down to pick up the clunky weapon. “Here. Promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Yeah,” he huffed, replacing his crossbow over his shoulder.

“And you won’t do anything stupid?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’ll come back in one piece?”

He shook his head and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in for one more kiss before he left. “I promise,” he said after your lips parted. “Don’t worry about me, just worry about our kids.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was talking about Robin, and Dog. “Yes, our daughter and the dog I gave birth to. I’ll keep ‘em safe.”

He looked up and over at the staircase with furrowed brows. “Where’s that little terror anyway? Robin!”

You hit his shoulder, scolding him for calling your bundle of joy a “little terror.”

“I’m here!” her little voice called out from her room, and not a moment later, she began running down the steps, her hands behind her back where she held whatever she was going to give to Daryl.

“Slow down!” you cried. “You’ll fall again!”

The day Robin fell down the last few steps of the staircase was the day you saw Daryl the most terrified he’d been since the two of you came within an inch of being blown to bits at the CDC, and she only got a bruise on her elbow.

Daryl outstretched his hands and made a “gimme” gesture.

“Whatcha got for me, peanut?”

She smiled sheepishly, then pulled from behind her a beaded charm bracelet. Ever since Carol gifted her that necklace, she had begun an interest in jewelry making, and it seemed even Daryl couldn’t escape her rampage of beads and twine.

“It’s a bracelet,” she said, holding it before Daryl in her small hands. He kneeled down to get a better look at the craft, with its assortment of blue beads, each a different shade, and in the center, a series of lettered beads spelling out the name DIXON. “I made one for Mommy too.”

Daryl delicately took the bracelet in his hands as she pulled from the pocket of her parka a similarly designed bracelet, only with beads of lavender and rose colors, but the same very same letters in the center.

“Wow!” you exclaimed, graciously accepting the gift. “These are beautiful, sweet pea. You did this all by yourself?”

She nodded proudly. “Mhm, in class. Wanna see mine?”

Both you and Daryl nodded as you each slipped on your bracelets, both on your left wrists.

Robin procured her bracelet, with mismatched beads of shades of green, her favorite color, and, of course, DIXON in alphabet beads. “So everyone knows we’re Dixon’s,” she said. “And it’s for good luck.”

Daryl pulled the girl in for a hug, lifting her off her feet and twirling her around, to which she giggled in delight. “No one’s ever had any trouble knowin’ you’re a Dixon, birdie.” He pecked her softly on the nose, tickling her with his scruff. “Thanks, I love it. I ain’t never takin’ it off.”

“Good,” she replied. “I won’t take mine off neither.” She looked at you with a teasing grin. “You won’t take yours off, right, Mommy?”

You smiled, looking up from your bracelet, which you had gotten lost in admiring. “Of course I won’t. It’s beautiful.”

With a grunt, Daryl set Robin back on her feet, and bid her goodbye before he left to rendezvous with Michonne, Aaron, and the other volunteers from Alexandria at the gate. Of course, he gave her a few instructions before he left.

“Take care of Dog,” he said. “And be good for your momma.” He knew that last instruction was unnecessary, since Robin was an angel, and rarely caused trouble.

She nodded dutifully. “I’ll take care of Dog and Momma.”

Shortly after Daryl left, you went over to Michonne’s to pick up Judith and RJ, who were trusted to stay with you while she was gone.

Over that night, the snow only got worse, and the generators gave out that next morning, so there were no heaters to speak of. The storm was beginning, and swirls of snow came winding through every crevice of Alexandria, and with each hour, the winds got stronger and faster.

Eugene came to your doorstep and informed you that the solar panels were out of commission due to the snow, and that “winter one ice-storm protocol” was now in effect.

“What?” you asked, genuinely having no idea what that meant, and you were on the council.

He huffed, folding his arms over his chest to keep warm. “It’s gonna be colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra.”

The plan was to split the town into three groups, each at different locations with the largest working fireplaces—Aaron’s house, Barbara’s house, and the meeting house.

Your household joined the latter group,

When Eugene helped escort you, the children, and Dog to the meeting house, you all held hands in a chain, the children between yourself and Eugene as you trudged through the thick flurries of white hitting your faces.

Dog was walking alongside Robin, who had tied his leash loosely around her wrist. When the wind knocked over a pale somewhere in the distance, the metallic bang must’ve alerted the astute canine, causing him to break free and run off into the white void.

“Dog!” she yelled after him.

“Come back!” cried Judith. “Dog!”

You kept your hand laced around Robin’s tightly, though you felt her tugging, trying to run after him. You heard him barking in the distance, but it got further and further away, and soon there was no pinpointing his location. “We’ve got to get out of this storm!” you told her and the other children, screaming over the swirling, deafening wind. “We’ll find him later! Let’s go!”

Upon entering the meeting house, you were relieved to shake off the snow that had settled on the children’s clothes, though you were less than pleased to see a familiar, obnoxious face staring at you from across the room.

“What the hell is he doing here?” you asked Gabriel after you got the children settled by the fireplace. “He’s supposed to be in his cell, not out here with us.”

Gabriel shook his head. “(Y/N), he’d freeze to death down there, you know that. It’s inhumane.”

Your eyes widened. “Well, I think it’s inhumane that he’s still even alive,” you whispered, trying not to say such a thing for Robin to hear. “I don’t want him around the kids.”

Though you were aware from talks with Michonne that Judith had a habit of visiting Negan in his cell, and even considered him a friend, you had been pretty good about keeping Robin from Negan.

All the children were curious about Alexandria’s lone prisoner, including your daughter. She had asked Daryl about him once, and he told her he was a bad man who deserved to be where he was, and that she should never go near him.

The older she got, the more curious she became, and you worried that soon she’d hang around Negan’s window, too.

It didn’t matter now, because the man was in the very same room as your little girl. He might’ve been chained up, but his mouth was still capable of moving, and sure enough, it did.

“Well, shit,” he exclaimed. “Is that you, (Y/N)?”

You crossed your arms and avoided eye contact, trying to keep your attention on Gabriel.

“I haven’t seen you in… years.” He broke out into a smug smile, roaming his eyes over your body. “Man, you look good.”

Gabriel extended his hand towards Negan, as if to tell him to shut up. “Look,” he said, “I know it’s strange having him here with all of us, and believe me, I don’t like it either, but we’re supposed to be keeping him alive, and that’s what we’re doing, like it or not.”

You sighed, knowing Gabriel was technically in charge. He was the head of the council, and any big decisions in Alexandria went through him. Michonne might’ve been head of security, but she wasn’t here right now, and Gabriel was.

“For the record, as a council member” you said, “I don’t like it.”

He nodded in understanding. “Noted.”

The darkness of night settled in, and the storm raged on outside, with the wind whistling through the building, punctuating the murmurs of the other Alexandrians talking amongst themselves, waiting for the storm to pass and retreating into their parkas for warmth.

In an act of hasty preparedness, you brought along two duffel bags and a backpack full of blankets, pillows, snacks, water, extra sweaters and coats, lanterns, and you stuffed the children’s backpacks before you left with puzzles and books to entertain themselves.

Still, no matter how much you tried to take Robin and Judith’s minds off Dog, they huddled together by the window, looking out through the curtain at the storm to see if he was out there.

Of course, it worried you, and you headed over to them, resting your hands on their shoulders. “Hey,” you said softly, “he’s going to be fine. He’s got lots of that thick fur, and he’s smart. I’ll bet he’s found himself a nice cozy little hiding spot, away from the snow. Why don’t you come help RJ with the puzzle? It’s cold by the window.”

Robin pouted, looking between you and the older Judith. “Daddy asked me to take care of him,” she said sadly. “I promised.”

You pushed back a strand of loose hair from her face. “Daddy would want you to be safe and warm above all else. Come on, away from the window, both of you.”

You pulled Robin away by the hand, and Judith followed, finally settling down at the table where five-year-old RJ was working on the puzzle of Starry Night by Van Gogh.

Moving to the fireplace, you poured yourself a mug of coffee from the pot, surprising even yourself, as you hated coffee. Still, it was warm, and you were cold. Very, very cold.

“You good, sweetheart?” Negan’s voice asked you.

You huffed and turned to face him. “Fine,” you said brusquely, and turned to retreat back to the children.

“She yours?”

You bit your lip and debated upon answering. Something in your mind told you that even Negan was a person, and even he needed someone to talk to, but you always tried to push that voice down, insisting upon holding your justified grudge against him for everything he’d done, to you and your family.

“Yes,” you said, assuming he was talking about Robin.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

You turned to face him, now both irritated and confused by his line of questioning. “I think I should know, since she came out of me.”

He laughed, and you’d gone so long without hearing that laugh, but now here you were. “You know what I think? I think Daryl somehow spawned that little girl on his own, replicated his DNA or something, ‘cause that little girl, she’s pure Daryl.”

“You don’t know Daryl,” you said. “You don’t know me, and you certainly don’t know my daughter.”

He whistled quietly. “Ooo, that hurts, (Y/N). I forgot how cold you are… You’re like… an ice queen. Ironically, that’s pretty hot. How is my Daryl, anyway? He still… doin’ whatever the hell he does? More importantly, he keepin’ you… satisfied?”

Your nostrils flared and your heart began to pump rapidly, and through your veins you felt liquid fire coursing through, burning your skin.

You stepped closer, not wanting the kids to hear you.

“I don’t have the patience right now to deal with your smartass, perverted comments. I’ve got three kids and a dog to look after, my husband and my brother are out there in a blizzard, my best friend is dead, and on top of all of that, I’m colder than death and stuck with you of all people, so don’t test me. I’m not in the mood.”

He held his hands up in self-defense, clanging the chain that connected to his hand-cuff against the cot he was confined to.

“Sorry I asked,” he said with a laugh. “Look, I’m just tryin’ to make conversation.”

You were about to open your mouth, burning at the chance to tell him exactly what you thought about him for the first time, but you felt a tugging on your coat, and looked down to see Robin looking back up at you, curiosity sparkling in those deep-set blue eyes that reminded you so of Daryl.

“Mommy,” she said, “where’s my rabbit?”

Her eyes cautiously peered at Negan, who was smiling at her, and lifting his hand to give a small wave in her direction.

“Hi, there,” he said. You looked at him with hard, furious eyes, yet tried to remain composure in front of the little girl. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

She smiled back at him. For some reason, children gravitated to Negan, much like they did to Daryl. The only difference to you was that Negan was evil, and Daryl was the opposite in every way.

“Robin,” she said. “What’s your name?”

You huffed, trying to keep from appearing rude to Negan, knowing Robin would pester you about it.

Negan enjoyed hearing the girl’s voice addressing him, and smiled even wider. “My name’s Negan,” he said happily. “What’s this about a rabbit?”

“Her stuffed rabbit,” you said flatly, trying to get the man to stop talking to her. “Come on, let’s go find him.” You knew where it was, it was in one of the duffel bags you’d packed, but you wanted to get away from Negan, too. His voice was grating against your ears now.

“Can we find Dog after?” she asked.

Negan furrowed his brow. “Dog?”

“Dog’s our dog,” she said. “He got lost in the snow.”

Before Negan could say anything, you practically dragged Robin away.

“Don’t talk to him,” you whispered, leading her over to the table where RJ and Judith were still working on the puzzle. “That’s the man Daddy told you about. He’s bad.”

She looked back at Negan, who smiled at her again. “Is that why he’s chained up?”

“Exactly,” you said, kneeling down to search your duffel for Robin’s rabbit. “Here. He’s right here, baby.”

You handed her her bunny, and as you did, Judith spoke up.

“He’s not bad,” she said. “He’s changed.”

Judith knew more about what Negan had done from speaking with him, and she still seemed to forgive him, which made you wonder if he had told her everything he had done, like brutally murdering Glenn and Abraham.

You sighed. “Let’s not talk about people when they’re in the same room,” you said, knowing even Negan deserved a shred of respect, though not much.

Suddenly, Negan’s voice cut through the quiet crackle of the fire.

“Does anybody else smell something?” he asked.

“Can you stop being such an asshole?” asked Siddiq, who was getting tired of Negan’s constant remarks on the situation with Rosita’s newly discovered pregnancy.

She’d been involved with Siddiq briefly, and then moved on to Gabriel, whom she was currently with. She was able to determine, however, that the baby she was carrying belonged to Siddiq, and Negan found this dynamic terribly fascinating.

“No, he’s right,” replied Rosita. “Something does smell funky in here.”

You lifted your head to sniff a little better. “Smells like… tar.”

Eugene sprung into action. “Get away from there!” he cried to Siddiq and Gabriel, who were standing at the fireplace. He pushed them away just as an explosion erupted from the base of the fire, sending all three of them back, and causing you to jump to your feet and grab all three of your wards, moving away from the fire with great haste.

“Shit,” you sighed when the explosion died down.

Creosote buildup in the chimney, exacerbated by the less than stellar ventilation in the crowded, closed up building. That’s what caused the explosion, according to Eugene, and you were just glad the explosion wasn’t worse.

Still, it would have been unwise to start another fire, and everyone was quickly getting cold without the source of heat. You suggested heading to Aaron’s house, where some of the others were hunkering down. Everyone was on board with the plan, and you just hoped Aaron had been taking good care of his chimney.

Now, you had to figure out just how you were all going to get there, when there was a white whirlwind of thick, relentless snow outside.

Gabriel devised a plan, taking a long rope and having everyone in your group hold on to it as you walked.

You made sure to have RJ, Judith, and Robin right in front of you, urging them all to hold on tight before Gabriel opened the door to that cruel, blinding blizzard.

You couldn’t see anything besides what was immediately in front of you—three bobbing heads of the young children. You even felt the presence of Negan behind you, and hated every moment of him not being chained up, but it would have been impossible for him to hold onto the rope.

As long as you had your sights on those kids, everything would be fine. Still, flurries of snow hit your eyes, burning them with the cold as a distant bark rang out from beyond your limited field of vision.

Robin’s eyes widened at the sound. “Dog!” she cried, with Judith following suit and calling out for the animal.

Your eyes shot open at the screams, and just as they did, you felt the rope waggle between your hands as Robin and Judith let go and ran towards the barks.

“Robin! Judith!” you screamed into the white, swirling void, watching their tiny, frantic silhouettes disappear into nothingness. “No!”

You heard the others call out to them, too, and in an instant, you had let go of the rope, running in their direction and getting lost in the dizzying blizzard.

“Robin! Judith!” you cried desperately, now feeling every hair stand on end and every nerve in your body alight with fear. “Come back!”

No, no, no, you thought, over and over and over again. Not my baby.

You didn’t even notice his presence behind you this time, not until you felt him touch your shoulder. You turned around swiftly to lay eyes on Negan.

You shook your head in utter disbelief and abject fear, absolutely unsure of what to do other than wander around and scream their names until your voice and your legs gave out from under you.

There was no time to acknowledge Negan, other than a slight nod to him. He took your hand in his rather forcefully, and pulled you with him.

At first you thought he was trying to drag you back to the others, but when you heard him call out your daughter’s name, it seemed like a fever dream rather than a cold-induced nightmare.

He was helping you.

“Judith!” he bellowed. “Robin!”

You followed suit, crying out their names again and moving with Negan, your only landmark in the white chaos all around you.

Some stray piece of wood or some other sharp object must’ve gotten swept up in the storm, because when it hit Negan’s leg, it knocked him to the ground, causing him to scream and taking you down with him in the process.

“Goddamnit, Negan!” you yelled in anger, tugging on his hand to make him stand up as quickly as he could. “Get up! Robin! Judith!”

As much as you wanted to leave him there, you knew that if you found the girls, you’d need someone else to help you bring them both back. Luckily, you had seen them holding hands just before they disappeared from your view, so they’d be together, you hoped.

He groaned as he hoisted himself back to his feet, though you knew he’d be limping now.

He called out to them again, but in response you heard the distant, familiar barking of Dog.

“Dog!” you yelled, hoping he’d come to you, and bring the girls with him. “That way!” you yelled to Negan.

He nodded and ran with you, until you saw the faint, blurred figures of Robin and Judith, holding hands as Judith tried to tie Dog’s leash back around his neck.

“There!” you yelled. “Girls!”

They didn’t respond, only moved very slowly towards you as you and Negan approached quickly. You immediately took Robin in your arms, and Negan took Judith in his.

She practically fell onto you, and you hoisted her up without a second thought, taking Dog’s leash in your other hand.

Somewhere along the way, you saw Negan give his coat to Judith, and his blanket to Robin, draping it over her shoulders, and yours, as well.

You led Negan to Aaron’s house as best you could, and after a few stumbles in the snow, you made it.

Everyone was gathered around the fireplace, huddling for warmth and relieved to see you and the children again.

Rosita rose first, dusting the snow off you and Robin and replacing Negan’s blanket with a fresh one.

“Christ, we were worried about you,” she said, moving to Judith now and helping her get to the fire. “Are you all right?”

You set Robin down on the sofa where a few Alexandrians made room for her. “We’re fine,” you said, Robin blinking at you in confusion as you held her hands in yours to warm them.

Negan huffed. “Well, shit, (Y/N),” he said. “I’m not.”

After checking in on RJ, Gracie (who had already been with the group in Aaron’s house), Judith, and Robin, you helped Negan to the kitchen where you knew Aaron kept an extensive first aid kit.

“When’d you learn stitches?” he asked, sitting on the counter as you sewed the wound on his thigh shut. He followed his question with a hiss as you threaded the needle again.

“Um… about seven years ago. Had to, with the Savior war and all that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Hey, least somethin’ good came out of it,” he said with a chuckle, though you didn’t laugh.

“Careful,” you said, not looking up at him. “I’ve got a needle in my hands.” You purposefully poked him harder than you needed him, causing him to squirm and yelp.

“Ah! Jesus, this how you treat Daryl? Suddenly I’m glad I didn’t make you one of my wives.”

“Daryl knows not to piss me off,” you said. “He’s smart like that.”

Pulling through the final stitch, you looped it around itself nimbly before clipping it short.

“There,” you said, proud of your work. “You’re fixed.”

He smiled rather smugly, as usual. “Wish we had a doctor as pretty as you,” he said. “Could use my own personal nurse down in my cell if you’re interested in the position. Lucrative pay.”

You scoffed as you put away the medical equipment. “Ask Siddiq. I’m sure he’d love to give you your prostate exams.” You snorted at your own joke, to which Negan laughed.

“That’s quite a snort,” he said, causing you to clear your throat and turn serious again. “Oh, come on, (Y/N). I know I was just about to make you crack a smile. Just a little one. Even the ice queen smiles sometimes.”

You shook your head and looked up at him. “Just because you helped save the kids doesn’t mean we’re friends now. You know what you did, not just to Daryl, but everything else too. It’ll never be good between us, so you can stop trying to make me smile. If that’s what you want, it’s not going to happen.”

“You’re chillin’ me to the bone,” he said. “I didn’t save those kids to get on your good side. I did it because I care, believe it or not. I care about Judith, and I just met her, but I care about your Robin, too. Now I’ll admit, I don’t care that much about the dog, but those kids weren’t goin’ anywhere without that mutt.”

You laughed a little at that, with just the hint of a smile as you thought about Dog and all the trouble he’d caused you over the years.

“That dog is the bane of my existence,” you said. “But I love him. More importantly, Robin and Daryl love him.”

He smiled, more genuinely than you’d ever seen him smile. There weren’t any of those obnoxious teeth, just the curve of his gently quirking lips.

“They mean a lot to you, huh?”

You looked at him in surprise at the question. “Of course,” you answered. “They mean everything to me, everything and more. They’re my family, my whole life… Do you even know what that’s like?”

It occurred to you that you had no idea about where Negan came from, the life he led before this world. You never thought about it before this, because you never really thought of Negan as a person. He was more like a symbol of everything you hated—greed, arrogance, conceit, selfishness… Now, though, sitting before you, vulnerable in his injured state, and expressing the sentiment of care, you were a little more willing to believe he might be a person.

“The Saviors were my family,” he said simply.

You tilted your head in unsatisfaction at that answer. “I’m not talking about that kind of family. I mean real family. Did you have one?”

He lowered his head and stared at his lap for a while before answering. “I had a wife… No kids. We wanted to, but… it just never happened, then she died. That’s all.” He waved his hand dismissively. “No, I’ve never had a family. Not since her.”

He fell silent, and seemed genuinely disturbed for the first time since you’d known him. Though you could never forgive him for what he had done, you could certainly feel some kind of sympathy for the man. You could even feel sympathy for someone like Alpha. Everyone was messed up, you knew that. Still, it didn’t mean you had to like everyone.

“It’s hard not to have family in this world,” you said, still trying not to look the man in the eyes. You felt more comfortable talking to him when you weren’t acknowledging that it was Negan you were talking to. “I know you didn’t save Robin and Judith for my sake, but, reluctantly, I feel like I have to say… thanks, or something.”

Negan raised his head and smiled widely, and you caught a glimpse of those obnoxious teeth before looking away in slight shame of thanking the man who kidnapped and allowed the torture, beating, and humilliation of your husband, but if he hadn’t helped you get the girls back to safety, you were sure one of them, or maybe even both, would have died out there in the freezing cold storm.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he said, leaning forward on the bar. “Do you think you could say that again, with passion this time?”

You shot him a hard glare. “No, Negan. You heard me. Come on, let’s get you chained up again.”

You replaced the handcuff attached to the chain around his wrist. “(Y/N),” he said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, “I know you don’t forgive me, and you don’t have to… but I really, truly am sorry, for what I did to Daryl, for what I put you through.”

What you put me through, you thought.

Then you thought back to those five days without sleep, without doing much of anything besides crying and wondering if the man you loved above all else was even alive. How you were so heartbroken you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile, as the action was almost physically painful. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see were the splattered heads of your friends, and knowing Daryl might face the same fate… That destroyed you.

All you wanted was to hold him in your arms again, to keep him warm and safe and comfortable, away from the clutches of such a heartless man, but you couldn’t.

“You’re right,” you finally said, after thinking about Negan’s words, and trying to determine whether or not they were hollow. You came to the conclusion that you weren’t entirely sure, but you weren’t entirely convinced they were. “I don’t forgive you… But it’s a start.”

In the blizzard’s wake was a calm, mild morning, in which the snow fell as delicate as downy feathers, and finally Michonne’s group returned from their trek.

You couldn’t stop little Robin, Judith, and RJ from running outside when they heard the gates opening.

Your snow boots sank into the thick snow as you chased after them, albeit at a much slower pace. Michonne was the first to come through, and Judith jumped eagerly into her arms.

To your surprise, Carol came through next. You didn’t think she would come to stay in Alexandria, as she hadn’t lived there for going on eight years, but she was a sight for sore eyes.

You smiled at her, though she seemed rather downcast, and you couldn’t blame her, after losing Henry like she did.

Following her was Aaron, whom you met with open arms.

“You’re back,” you said, patting his back as you hugged him.

Robin ran up to him, too. “Hi, Uncle Aaron.”

“Hey, Robin,” he said with a smile, leaning down to hug her.

Lydia and Daryl trickled in, and you greeted her as Robin left Aaron to be embraced by her father.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said to her, though you noticed a sadness in her that hurt your heart beyond words. She seemed too young to have lived such a life, and to feel as much sorrow as she no doubt felt. She felt like Henry’s death was her fault, and that was too much for a young girl to handle. “Your room is all set up. It’s in the basement, but it was remodeled before we moved in. I think you’ll like it.”

She nodded. “Thank you,” was all she could say.

An impromptu snowball fight ensued shortly after. You weren’t entirely sure who started it, but you swore you saw Daryl throw the first snowball at Robin, and she quickly retaliated, sloppily tossing a loose ball of snow at Daryl’s shoulder, where it hit as he laughed and yelped playfully.

You laughed as you looked on while RJ and Judith joined in, defending Robin and throwing snowballs at Daryl, when you felt the cold crash against your back, and saw a flurry of white exploding from behind you.

You turned to see Aaron balling up another snowball, readying it to throw at you again.

“Hey!” you laughed, and reached down to make your own snowball as a few more hit you, and soon you were being pelted with snowballs from Daryl and Robin, too. You turned around with a half-hearted glare. “You little shits!”

“Swear jar!” laughed Robin, who now was engaged in a fight with Lydia and Carol, too.

Michonne soon joined, and soon everyone was scurrying around each other, picking fights and tossing balls of soft, flaky snow at each other.

The sound of Robin’s high-pitched giggles and yelps warmed your heart so much you felt more heat than any generator could ever provide, and seeing Daryl smile so brightly for the first time in a while was worth every chill you went through the last few nights he was gone.

Only when Daryl’s snowball accidentally hit you square in the face did you feel a little too cold for comfort.

“Daryl!” you cried, both laughing and in discomfort from the sting of the cold on your face.

He rushed over to you, suddenly a little more serious, but still unable to contain the slight smile on his rosy face.

He held your cheeks in his gloved hands. “You all right?” he asked, and all around you the snowball fight had died down, with everyone dusting off their winter clothes that had become speckled with white.

You nodded, and smiled sweetly at him. He had flecks of snow embedded in his messy hair and on his shoulders, and his cheeks were red from the cold. He always looked so cute in the snow, even when he was throwing snowballs at your face.

“It was just a snowball,” you said, brushing off his shoulders before you gave him a hug. “My face is a little cold now, though… I sure could use a kiss or two from a sweet, handsome man… You wouldn’t happen to know any, would you?”

He rolled his eyes, then obliged you by kissing each of your cheeks, then your lips, in a longer, more sensual embrace.

“Ewww!” cried RJ.

Robin snickered at her parents’ affections. “Yuck!”

“Oh, yeah?” replied Daryl.

You stuck your tongue out at the five-year-olds, as Daryl leaned down to make another snowball and flung it at the children, who scurried around to hide from the renewed attack.

“Yeah, you better run!” he yelled with a laugh.

By nightfall, you had completely helped Lydia settle into her bedroom, and given her the full tour of the house. You couldn’t help but be both slightly amused and also incredibly saddened by the fact that she was so shocked at every aspect of your home, from the fact that you slept in beds, to the working plumbing and (limited) electricity.

The girl had spent most of her childhood and early adolescence living in the woods, sleeping under the stars and exposed to the elements. You expected it might be a big transition, living in a real house with amenities she hadn’t seen since before the world ended, but you hoped she would be comfortable nevertheless.

“Do you think she’s going to like it here?” you asked Daryl as you dug into his shoulders with your hands, giving him one of your prized massages he loved so much. The older he got the more he seemed to need them, with his back and shoulder muscles getting overused and overworked as they were.

He sat in between your legs on the edge of the bed, shirtless and exhausted from the expedition, which he had informed you had gotten dangerously close to becoming a Donner party situation, in more ways than one, thanks to the walkers.

He grunted and straightened his back a little as you moved down to his shoulder blades. “Might take ‘er a while to get used to it. Took us a while, and we weren’t even out there that long. She’s been out there her whole damn life almost.”

“Well,” you sighed, rubbing his tense muscles and pushing him forward a little to allow you more access to his broad back, “I’m going to try to get her situated. I was thinking, since I’m teaching the older students now, maybe I could work on transitioning her into school, and maybe have her apprentice at the library. She’d make friends there, with Emily and Quinn. It’ll be good for her.”

He nodded in agreement. “That’s a good idea. Keep ‘er busy, her mind off…” He trailed off, becoming quiet as he remembered the Whisperers.

You leaned forward, still kneading at his tight muscles. “Off what?”

He huffed, and you felt his back tightening again under your loving hands. “We crossed into Alpha’s territory last night. We had no choice, it was the quickest way, and we couldn’t wait no longer.”

You swallowed hard, terrified of the threat Alpha had made—if your people set foot on her land, she’d send her hoard through your home.

“Did they see you?”

“Dunno,” he said. “It was night, but you could hardly see anything through that blizzard.”

Tell me about it, you thought, remembering how hard it was to find Robin and Judith in that snowstorm. Of course, you weren’t going to tell him about that just yet, not until he got a good night’s sleep and had some time to relax before inevitably having a secondhand panic attack at the thought of Robin and Judith out in that weather (and Dog, too).

Moreover, if he knew Negan had gone anywhere near his little girl… Well, you were sure he’d break down Negan’s cell and put an end to him once and for all.

“Maybe they didn’t see you, then,” you said, trying to keep his worries at bay. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He turned around, maneuvering his body until he could wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap, then fell backwards with you in tow.

Now atop him, you snuggled into his chest and breathed in that familiar scent of pine and campfire.

“Me too,” he said, stroking your back and enjoying the feeling of your silk slip beneath his worn hands. “All I wanted to do was come home, ‘specially when that storm got real bad. Just hoped you and the kids were hunkered down and safe.”

You frowned a little against his chest, but kept your cool as you continued absentmindedly moving your fingers on his chest, intermingling them with his curly little chest hairs.

“We were,” you said. “Everyone made it. You’re home. The Kingdom’s at the Hilltop. Lydia’s here. Everything’s all right.”

“Wish I could believe that,” he said. “That day we found those pikes started somethin’. That wasn’t just a warning, that was a declaration of war. Alpha, she always knew she was gonna kill us, right when she walked up to that gate, whether we gave her Lydia or not. We might not be fightin’ ‘em right now, but it’ll happen, and when it does, we gotta be ready.”

This man never rests, you thought.

He was right, but you wished he wasn’t. You wished things could go back to how they were before all this, when you were getting bored of being a housewife, when your biggest concern was what to cook for dinner that day, or how to dress Robin for her first day of kindergarten, or who you could ask to babysit while you and Daryl had date night…

That was the life you’d wanted, and you had it, for a while. Now, it seemed another period of survival for survival’s sake was approaching, with an ill wind signaling the death and destruction to come.

Still, you would be ready. No matter how comfortable you became in your perfect little world, with your husband, your child, and your family pet in your suburban home, you couldn’t ever lose what you’d been through. That kind of thing never went away.

You really were a survivor.

“I’m ready,” you said, suddenly recalling the face of Bev on that pike, and all those other faces etched into your psyche. “I’ll do it for them.”

He seemed to know what you meant, as he held you tighter and kissed your forehead.

“Me too, angel,” he replied softly.

You nearly fell asleep there on top of him, until a deep grumble resonated through his chest and he began to speak.

“I’d let the world end a thousand times long as it means I got to meet you.”

You whimpered slightly as you came to your senses, and realized what he’d just spontaneously said.

“How long have you been practicing that one, huh?” you asked, raising your hand to scratch underneath his chin.

He huffed, and looked at you through nearly closed eyes as he enjoyed your chin scratch.

“It’s true,” he said. “I dunno if there’s a God, or any kind of reason to the way things happen, but I know I’m meant to be here with you, holdin’ you like this. Nothin’ in my life before you felt this right, this… pure. Think this whole world fell apart just for us to find each other.”

You smiled and moved your hand from his chin to his hair, where you brushed it back and combed through it gently.

“When did you get so romantic, cutie pie?” you asked.

He shrugged, then reached his hand down to pat your butt. “You rubbed off on me. Made me all soft. You and that little girl.”

You shook your head and laughed. “Well, I think you were always a big softie. It’s just who you are. You’ve got a big heart.”

Daryl leaned down to pull the covers over both of you, and maneuvered your body so you were beside him now, though still snuggled close to him. He knew you needed his warmth, just as you knew he needed yours, as much as he would never admit to being cold.

“Yeah,” he huffed, closing his eyes as he let his head sink into the pillow. “Whatever you say.”

He fell asleep shortly after that, and it must've been one of his deep sleeps, because soon he was snoring softly, and you could see the faint movement of his eyes beneath his heavy eyelids, back and forth for what seemed like hours as you watched him sleep so soundly.

Parts of the future were uncertain. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring, war or peace, love or hate, sickness or health, but as you laid there, dozing off to the warm feeling of your husband beside you, holding you in his arms as he slept, you knew Daryl was right: the world died so you and Daryl could live as one, because you were meant for each other.

Nothing could break that, not Alpha or Negan or the walkers… Nothing. If that was all you had, that and your daughter, and the rest of your family, you would be happy.

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