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castielmacleod · 1 year

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I was wondering, how do you explain that you love Amara (I think I saw you say that in a post)? She hurt Castiel and Crowley horribly in Season 11. Like, physically and gruesomely hurt Castiel, and pschologically hurt both Castiel and Crowley.

It is not an accusation, because I also love Amara at the end (especially due to the injustice of her being betrayed by Dean and absorbed by Chuck). But I got so mad when I watch Season 11 and I can't reconcile it myself. So I want to see how you do it.

Applies to Rowena too btw (even more so), but I'm afraid to ask you that one knowing how passionate you are about her.

Hi! Thank you so much for the question. I totally understand where you’re coming from. I have two main reasons: first of all I can sympathise with all of these characters individually on some level, and second of all—most importantly—all of these characters demonstrated positive growth and the capacity to change to a significant degree.

Expanded answer under the cut because I wanted to be detailed with this one, for both Amara and Rowena.

So I think, first of all, it’s pretty critical to point out that it’s the same deal for Rowena and Amara as I have with Crowley. Because I also love Kevin and his family with my whole heart, furiously so, but in season 8 Crowley kidnapped and literally tortured Kevin, who at that point was only a 17 year old kid. Crowley also murdered Channing, also a young teen, right in front of Kevin who was close with her, and he kept Linda imprisoned in a storage unit at the complete mercy of his henchmen starting from mid-season 8 all the way until late season 9. These are all things that honestly turn my stomach to the point where I can hardly stand to think about them. Yet, I unabashedly want only good things for Crowley. In the same season Crowley shot Cas and tore into his gut with his bare hands to get to the angel tablet, also quite horrifying, yet I still like the idea of Crowley and Cas eventually being in a very loving romantic relationship together. It all sounds sick when I put it like this but there are the two things I mentioned: I can understand that Crowley is a twisted soulless demon that left him with few moral inhibitions when it comes to such behaviour, and after season Crowley changes as a person significantly. He becomes far less violent, far less heartless, and far less murder-happy, and most most importantly he expresses an honest desire TO change and be better to those around him, which he then does his best to follow through on. That means everything to me, especially on a show like this one. And so with Rowena and Amara it isn’t very different, at least for me.

Amara was sealed away in solitary confinement outside the realm of existence for millions of years, with nothing to do but smoulder in betrayal. Once she was sprung from her cage, it left her to act out a millennia of built up rage and grief that she had no other outlet for. She was willing to defile her brother’s creations in any possible way if she could *just* get his attention again, because she was desperate for it. Desperate to understand why he betrayed her, and furious enough to want to violently confront him about it. But then the longer she spent on earth, she came to realise that the world does have value, and she lost the will to destroy it, standing down peacefully in the end. By the time we see her in season 15, she is a changed person who just wants to protect the world she’s fallen in love with from those who would do it harm—not on Dean’s side and not on Chuck’s, but seeking to do the objective right thing herself. I just really appreciate that journey and growth for her.

With Amara in particular I feel it’s also fair to account for the fact that the writing for her is honestly just atrocious (imo the character is very much carried by Ms Emily Swallow, who brings forward so much life and charm through her performance that I can’t help but find endearing) and not only that, but the writers were continuing as usual to demonstrate their bias against Cas and Crowley and bias toward Dean in season 11. So to me it makes sense that Amara would betray Crowley and never resolve their relationship and be used to exacerbate Cas’ feelings of worthlessness, because of course she would. I’m not excusing the fact that she did those things, she still very much did them and it was horrible, but I feel there is some particularly strong out-of-universe reasoning going on there to acknowledge. And of course, like I mentioned, she very much changed for the better in any case.

As for Rowena, the situation is more complicated but I think the best I’ve been able to put it are in these tags of mine:

Rowena intentionally and knowingly made the choice to hate Crowley to protect herself from the consequences of letting herself love him. The irony is that, after Crowley died, those same walls that she had put up to keep him out and at an arm’s reach just crumbled anyway. She was (rightfully) wracked with guilt over how she treated Crowley, as well as with the grief she never allowed herself to feel for their lost relationship. She recognised that because of her, Crowley never even had a chance to live a good, content, normal life. She went to incredible lengths to summon Death just to beg them to bring Crowley back, expressly so that Crowley could HAVE that chance that she’d stolen from him. She was unsuccessful in that attempt, but she learned that she must figure out how to live with the mistakes she made, that the most she could do was to just.. try and do better going forward. And I think she thought that by latching onto salmondean and helping them and protecting them, she was doing for them what she never did for Crowley.

But even then, we learn in season 15 that Rowena had in fact been working on developing a resurrection spell in the background the entire time since then, which to me says she actually STILL hadn’t given up on Crowley, and still had some degree of hope that she might be able to save him and repay her mistakes with him in the ultimate way, by giving him his life back.

To me all of this with Rowena is just incredible, incredible growth, and that’s exactly why I’m so passionate about her. She made terrible mistakes, ruined lives, closed herself off to love in all its forms, and set herself to embody this “evil skank” persona/mask of hers that helped her to not feel vulnerable. But not only did she recognise her wrongdoing, she literally owned up to it and did everything in her power to set it right, both for Crowley directly (attempted) or by proxy by helping others (successful). And like her son before her, she took the risk of opening herself up again to the possibility of love and vulnerability and put visible effort into becoming a kinder, stronger, more compassionate person. In her case, she was lucky enough to actually be accepted by the main characters where Crowley never was, but that’s hardly her fault.

Nothing can absolve Rowena of her past wrongs—nothing can absolve ANYBODY of their past wrongs imo, but at the risk of sounding too philosophical and deep I just really believe that what matters is that she acknowledged the harm she did and actively decided to be a better person going forward, and then actually changed her behaviour. That just means everything to me.

I think the key difference between a character like Rowena (and Crowley, and Amara) and a character like Dean, for instance, is that Dean never changes. The way Dean was raised was messed up and I can sympathise with that much, but he NEVER owns up to his behaviour in a meaningful way or commits to being a better friend, brother, and person. He actually arguably gets WORSE as the show progresses, more belligerent and angry and hypocritical than he already was. He may apologise once in a blue moon, but he never follows it through with action, and that is what I find so damning. As such I don’t care to forgive him for anything. That goes for other overpopular “sad boi” characters who are excessively sad about how horrible they are but never actually try to improve. It doesn’t matter how sad you are if you never demonstrate any desire or effort to change, at least to me.

With Rowena in particular, by the way, I think it’s also really critical to note that Crowley was also a terrible parent. Rowena neglected, verbally abused, and abandoned her son. Crowley went on to neglect, verbally abuse, and physically abuse his. Both of them made efforts to make up for that in different ways. So to me when someone holds being a terrible parent against Rowena and not against Crowley, I think in most cases that’s probably worth closer examination.

Anyway, in conclusion, I think I would still love Crowley, Rowena, and Amara as completely villainous characters if they hadn’t changed the way they did, just due to the fact that I find them fun, charming, and cool characters overall. But I would talk about them VERY differently, and be nowhere near as sad for, sympathetic to, or protective of them as I am. I certainly wouldn’t actually want good things for them to the extent that I do, if at all lol.

Ultimately this is all way more subjective than objective, so I’m not expecting everyone to agree with me—especially those with different lived experiences from me, whatever that might entail. Regardless, I hope all that at least answers your question <3

#Ask #This is like. Long I’m sorry 😭😭#I have a lot to say about these characters and why they’re worth redemption in my opinion #The only thing I literally won’t hold against any s/p/n character is murder lmfao. Like every single character is #responsible for at LEAST one massacre there is just no winning if you try to hold killing against any of them #Every other atrocity is fair game though

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astearisms · 8 months

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fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

#i’m part of the demographic where i was a kid when adventure time started and now watching fionna and cake as an adult makes me emotional #because did they keep us in mind when writing fionna and her attitude towards life #the dissatisfaction #the hoping for something more #something more magical than this dreary life filled with working to live and living to work #it’s so reflective of how life feels for me and perhaps many of us #and also Simon’s episode was so sad but so well thought out #exploring his feelings after the events of the adventure time finale is something I’m glad we get to see #there were already so many layers to his character in AT but now it feels like we get to dive deeper #I also felt emotional hearing Rebecca Sugar singing and writing a song that encapsulates his feelings so well #😭 it’s been awhile seeing her work exist alongside these characters #and all of these emotions get stronger because I remember AT being the one to inspire me to be a storyboard artist #when I was younger I used to follow many of the board artists here in tumblr and would get so inspired by them #to create simple but powerful boards that can capture the feelings of characters so well #Rebecca Sugar’s songs for the AT characters inspired me so much too #I’m sorry this is long I’m just feeling so many things experiencing all of this again as an adult #my art #fanart #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna the human #cake the cat #simon petrikov

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raindropsyndrome · 8 months

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HIII I’M BACK! And I like Trigun now

#art #my art #my artwork #sketch #sketches #sketch dump #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun fanart #trigun fan art #trigun maximum fanart #so sorry for leaving this account like an old dusty house for so long #I’m having technical issues with my phone so I’m not able to post as often as I’d like #ANYWAYS HIII HIII #also ignore the fact I wrote ‘89 in that one drawing I keep doing that on accident for some reason 😭

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mediumgayitalian · 1 month

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“Come here, you dweeb. Let me fix it.”

Will pouts, dragging his feet over and slumping half on top of him. Nico allows it with a smile and a roll of his eyes, pinching Will’s shoulder. He doesn’t react except for a wounded noise, muffled in Nico’s lap, so the situation is evidently quite dire.

“It’s just hair, Will.”

“But I worked on it!” He shifts around until he’s got his head in Nico’s lap, face turned towards him, body curled up on the grass around him. Nico brushes his tangled bangs off his forehead, meeting his big sad eyes. “I spent forty minutes with a stupid brush! And yet!”

“And yet,” Nico agrees, unable to appropriately school is face into one of somber understanding. Will scowls at him for his lack of proper sympathy, a little bit of genuine hurt in his eyes, so Nico leans down and kisses right between his brows in apology. He seems mollified, if only slightly, or at least he leans into Nico’s touch and stops mumbling quite so much.

“‘S’not fair.”

“Mhm.“

“Your hair listens to your instructions.”

“Yep.”

“Even Cecil’s hair listens to him, and no one listens to Cecil.”

Nico purses his lips thoughtfully. “I think Austin listens to Cecil.”

“Yes, I know. It’s an ongoing issue. I’m trying to train him out of it.”

“And how’s that going?” Nico murmurs, curling a strand of golden blond hair around his finger.

“Oh, well, I’m doing my best, so of course it’s going horribly.”

Nico snorts. He resists the urge to hold his palms to Will’s cheeks and kiss every single freckle at light speed, because he will screech something about how Nico is one-upping him in the romance department or something stupid like that. Instead he settles for looking at his dumb dramatic boyfriend’s face and marvelling over the fact that the cutest boy in the entire world, and Nico is being totally objective, hunts around camp until he finds whatever tree Nico is hiding under and curls up into a ball around him and trusts Nico to hold him while he complains about stupid things that genuinely hurt his feelings a little. It’s nice. So many people at camp are still so rigid around him, like he’s collecting information for their judgement day or something. Will prefers to exercise his lesser-known Apollonian talent of being a bigger drama queen than the god himself.

“Stay still,” Nico says softly, moving Will around so he’s laying perpendicular to Nico, now, head centered in his lap and staring up at the sky. Will sighs and squirms a little and turns his head to press a kiss to Nico’s knee, scrunching up his face and releasing it, and then settles in the position.

Humming something soft that exists on the fringes of his foggy memories, he sinks his hands into Will’s hair.

“It’s not that bad,” he promises, moving slowly and pausing whenever he comes across a knot.

Will harrumphs.

“I mean it, Marilyn Monroe. You can tone down the histrionics.”

“I used gel.”

Nico flicks a dried clump of it onto Will’s forehead, amused. “I can see that.”

“I followed every single one of Mitchell’s instructions!”

“I bet.”

“And yet!”

“And, yet.”

Nico has a sneaking suspicion that someone made a comment about Will’s hair, in the last few weeks. He can never confirm it and Will has been shifty about it every time he asks, but Nico has noticed the uptick in hoods and hats the past month and his little flinches every time Nico reaches up and tugs on it. Despite being oddly confident about the oddest things — why he is so proud of being able to fit his fist in his mouth, Nico will never know — Will is very sensitive to how people think of him. He needs to know he’s liked, and when people don’t like him, he gets…desperate, pleasing. The opposite of Nico, who becomes worse in an attempt to push them away on his own terms.

Nico leans down and presses a long, lingering kiss to his forehead.

“I like your hair, you know.”

“It’s a stupid mess.”

He smooths down a handful of it, pressing it over Will’s eye. He manages to keep a straight face for one, two, three seconds before he huffs a laugh, batting Nico’s hands away. Nico grins.

“I like the stupid mess.”

“Yeah, well, you like a lot of weird things.”

“Like you?” Nico suggests, pressing another kiss to the tip of his rounded nose.

“Shut up.”

Another strange thing about him, that Nico has to duck his head to hide his automatic smile: he gets embarrassed easily.

Nico never expected it of him, with all the dorky, medical-themed pickup lines and general shamelessness in his affection towards everybody on Earth, but especially Nico. When the poking, prodding attraction is turned on him, however, he shuts down like an overloaded Playstation. Nico can sometimes see the error messages playing behind its eyes. It’s hilarious.

“Will.” He pokes him in the cheek. “Hey.”

“What,” Will grumbles.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Watching the slow spread of red from below the collar of his shirt to the roots of his hair is a delight. Nico watches in glee, wrestling Will’s hands away when he tries to slap them over his face.

“Shut up! Leave me alone! Go — flirt with somebody else!”

“You’d curse them to speak in rhymes for ten years,” Nico teases.

Will makes an agonised noise. “Who! Asked you! Shut up!”

“You’d sic Kayla on anyone who so much as winks at me, you jealous bitch.”

“I would not!”

“You would so. You rolled your eyes at everything Percy said for three weeks when you found out I used to crush on him —”

“I did not!”

“— and you didn’t even have the balls to ask me out, back then.”

“You are a — peddler of falsehoods! A prevaricator, a perjurer, and a fabulist!”

“And you sound like you swallowed a thesaurus,” Nico snickers. He catches the hand Will flails at him, pressing a kiss to the wrist, which only serves to fluster him more. He decides to take mercy when the kisses he trails down his arms result in one loud, long, tortured screech, pulling back and giving him some space.

Notably, he doesn’t move from Nico’s lap.

“I like it,” Nico admits, once Will has calmed down some. “I like that you’ve liked me for so long.”

Will peeks through the fingers he has covering his eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Yes.” Nico squeezes his shoulders. “And endearing, which seems to be your sweet spot.” He presses a much softer kiss to the underside of Will’s ear, lingering there until he sighs, slumping under all the tension finally leaving his body. “I love you, Will. I love your clumsiness and your rambles and your nose and your freckles and your awkwardness and your jealousy and your hair and I love you, Will, all of you. Even the embarrassing weird parts.” He kisses him again. “Especially the weird parts.”

Will breathes slowly, carefully, evenly, face pressed to the inside of Nico’s thigh. His long eyelashes tickle his skin. Nico can feel the press of his Adam’s apple when he swallows, pulsing against his calf.

“I never thought you were a freak.”

Nico brushes his knuckles over his cheek. “I know.”

“I used to — talk about you. All the time. And your oxytocin levels.”

He smiles.

“I know.”

“Lee had a — chart.” Some of the flush rises back up in his cheeks. “A ‘Days Since We’ve Heard About Di Angelo’ chart.”

Nico bites his lip. Hard.

“The number never got higher than six.”

“…I am trying really, really hard, Will.”

Will sighs.

“You can laugh.”

Nico cracks up, trying desperately to muffle his giggles in his bitten fist. It doesn’t work very well, but the glare Will sends him is somewhat softened by the smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Gods, you are — a mess.”

“Mhm.”

Nico cups the side of his face. Will turns, slightly, enough to press a kiss to the centre of his palm and then stay there, eyes closed, breathing against his sword-callused skin.

“I love you too, by the way. Obviously.”

“I know.”

“Don’t Han Solo me, you bastard.”

“Go ahead and try to stop me,” Nico challenges, grinning into the passionately indignant kiss Will presses to his lips, finally, letting Nico curl his hands in his hair.

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cottonconnielvr · 10 months

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Okay so, we’re obviously Connie’s very spoiled girlfriend

Reader had eyes on this really expensive bag that she’s been dying to have. She asked Plug!Connie and he has the audacity to tell us no, just to see how we’d react. Reader starts having a really nasty bratty attitude for a week and now daddy gotta set us straight 🫣

WARNINGS ✩ — squirting, smoking, sloppy messy blowjob, reader calls con daddy, reader is sensitive emotionally,rough sex, crying, handjob,overstimulation + just nasty stuff (may b a couple mistakes bc i didnt feel like re-reading imma do it later tho😭)

JEAN passed the blunt over to Connie, slightly shaking from coughing. Connie, who was sitting on Eren’s couch, shook his head as he scrolled through your ig story. “Swear this lil girl want me to fuck her shit up,” Connie mumbled as he hit the blunt.

Eren laughed from the floor, sitting in a bean bag. “What she do now?”

“She got a lil attitude with me because I told her not to let her fucking demon dog in the room anymore. So now she posting shit she know will make me mad” Connie passed his phone to Eren, letting him look at your story.

“You spoil that girl wayyy too much anyway,” Jean added.

“What you mean?” Connie asked with an attitude.

“She never listen to your ass because you say yes to everything she says. She literally gets whatever she wants from you.” Connie fights the urge to defend his spoiled princess but, Jean was making a point.

“I mean he did kinda do it to himself, not her” Eren passed the blunt to Jean.

“Bro you’re her bitch” Jean says in disbelief. “Shut yo long headed ass up. I am not her bitch” Connie defends himself, although a part of him agreed with Jean. Connie never really did put you in check unless it ended with angry sex. He was never super stern with, just letting you get by with everything.

But that was the way it was supposed to be. You were his spoiled little princess who always got what she wanted because she deserves it more than anyone.

“Just tell her no to see how she reacts”

Connie doesn’t give an answer, just contemplating on it.

“Ight”

“Isn’t she gorgeous baby just look” You practically shove your phone in Connie’s face. Connie looks at the pink purse. “I’ve been obsessing so bad and I neeedd it, please” Your glossy lips pout as you beg.

Connie furrowed his eyebrows, “Mhmm no I think you’re good.” You jerk your head back, trying to process that word, No.

You don’t have a great history with the word no.

“No y/n you can’t have this”

“No y/n you can’t have that”

Why would anyone deny you anything?

“What? Why! What did I do? Why not!?” You whined feeling the need to cry.

“You don’t exactly deserve it. You haven’t been good”Connie fought the urge to smile at you, such a crybaby. “What!? Baby I have what are you talking about?” You sat up, sitting on Connie’s lap.

“Your instagram stories, you keep going to parties I tell you not to go to. You needa get your act together” You gasped, offended that he was acting so nonchalant. He was basically telling you that he didn’t love you anymore.

“So until you fix your attitude then maybe, you can get it” Connie practically brushed you off and reached for his blunt. You sat there frozen for a minute, feeling betrayed and heartbroken.

“Okay Connie.” You said in a monotone voice before getting off of Connie and walking out of the room.

The rest of the week has been hell for Connie.

You had one of the worst attitudes ever, giving Connie silent treatment, short answers, and no sex.Were you trying to kill him?

In your point of view, you weren’t gonna stop until he apologized ( with an apology gift to go with ).

Connie walked in the house, hearing you blast “Me, Myself, and I” by Beyonce. Connie shook his head, obviously understanding the message.

“Baby!” Connie yelled from downstairs.

Meanwhile you sat at your vanity, fixing your hair. Connie opened the door to your beauty room, “You ain hear me calling you?” He asked while squinting his eyes at you. “I guess not.” Connie watched as you rolled your eyes.

Connie leaned on the door, poking his tongue against his cheek. “What’s yo problem?” He finally asked.

You stayed silent.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” Connie said sternly.

“Nothing Connie” You stood up, fully showcasing your tight outfit.

“ where you goin” Connie looked you up and down, ignoring his boner and licking his lips.

You were wearing a tight denim mini skirt with baby tee, showing your boobs practically poking out the top. “Just going out” You grabbed your purse which Connie recognized it as a new one.

You had to buy it yourself since no charges came from Connie’s card and you’ve been avoiding him like crazy. Connie knew you were really mad if you start paying for your own stuff. You walked passed him, purposely hitting him with your purse and a small oops leaving your mouth.

Connie just smiled to himself, shaking his head. You were gonna sleep really good tonight.

“What I tell you about walking away from me mama?” Connie followed you to the living room. You didn’t answer, walking to the front door.

You stood a little shocked as Connie sat on the couch. He got pretty comfortable, reaching for his phone out of his pocket.

Just as you reached for the lock, “Y/N come sit down with me”

Your legs practically went numb as you heard the tone in Connie’s voice. He sounded very very stern which meant he was not in the mood to be fucked with.

Your boldness melted away. Your head immediately went down, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

You sat in the loveseat across from Connie, messing with your fishnets. “I said come sit with me Y/N” You didn’t hesitate to move the second he said your name.

Yeah he was pissed.

You walked over to Connie, his hand grabbing yours as he pulls you on his lap. You land on Connie’s muscular thigh, his hand immediately going to your inner thigh.

His touch felt good, your attention now focused on the feeling. His tatted fingers massaging your inner thigh.

“What’s yo problem? Didn’t even care to ask me how my day was,” Connie looked up at you as you stayed silent. A pinch was sent to your inner thigh, making you jump.

“I don’t have a problem Connie. I was just trying to have fun”

“Why you lying to me Y/N” Connie grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You just made me upset and I-I just really wanted the bag” Connie’s thumb wiped against your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss.

“Instead of acting like a brat you should’ve told me that you were upset. I thought we agreed to talk like adults whenever we feel upset with eachother, not do this petty ass silent treatment shit.”

“I’m sorry Con” Your voice small and quiet out of guiltiness.

“I don’t believe you ma” Connie leaned back on the couch, removing his hands from your body.

You whined, missing his touch after you ignored him for days. “I really am daddy”

Connie almost folded at the pet name, fighting the urge to pound you into the couch until your makeup comes off but that could wait. He wanted to make you beg a little longer.

“I don’t believe you. Gonna show me how sorry you are hm?” You quickly nodded, taking place between his spread legs. Your hands immediately went for the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down with eagerness. Connie lifted up his hips, letting you pull down his boxers as well. His cock springing up against his stomach ( his name ain’t connie springer for no reasonnnn)

Your tongue ran up his balls, going all the way up to the tip. “Fuck” Connie mumbled to himself, it’s felt like forever since you’ve gave him a blowjob.

You hollowed your cheeks as you took him down to the base. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling him stuff your throat.

Your hands rested on the floor besides your knees, stabling yourself as you tried to breathe through your nose.

You gagged once you felt Connie buck his hips upwards. Connie’s hands went to your head, keeping you in place.

Your nose was flush against his lower stomach. Connie thrusted up into your mouth, groaning to himself. The more he looked down at you, the angrier he got.

How dare you ignore him and keep this pretty little mouth away from him. You could feel your scalp become sore from the deadly grip Connie had on it.

The sloppy sound of your gags and the wetness of your mouth filled the living room. The scene was so nasty and filthy, your saliva leaking all around Connie’s cock and your mouth.

Your hands tapped at Connie’s thighs. Connie lifted your head up, letting you breathe. Strings of spit connected from your mouth to Connie’s cock, making him groan.

You panted, feeling your sticky lip gloss all over your mouth.

“Stick your tongue out” Connie slowly stroked himself. You stuck your tongue out. Connie slapped his dick around your tongue, making your saliva drip down to your boobs. Connie rubbed his dick all over your lips before bringing it down to your chest.

“F-fuck” Connie moaned deeply. Your eyes watered, feeling so humiliated and used.

“You sorry baby?” Connie asked, slapping your wet cheek. A tear ran down your cheek, running black with your mascara. “Y-yes” You whimpered. Your hands twisted up and down his cock.

“ Gonna b-be g..good for me hm?” You stuck your tongue out, looking up at Connie. You watched as Connie pushed out a glob of spit, it landing on your tongue. You swallowed, Connie slapping your cheek once again. “Look at me ma” Your eyes locked with Connie’s before he pushed your head down on his dick again, moving your head up and down. You moaned lightly, causing a vibration to run through connie’s cock. “Make me c-c..ah..cum” Connie hissed, feeling your take him so deep. Connie could feel his stomach tightening , toes curling, and thighs clenching. “F-fuck baby” Connie pulled out of your mouth, ribbons of white cum squirting in your face. Connie winced as he rubbed his cum into your face with his tip, smearing it all over your lips (since you like lip gloss so much)

Your mascara ran down your face, making you look an absolute mess. a beautiful mess

“f-fuckfuckfuck m’sorry! i-im sorry daddy, i’m s-s..i’m so sorry” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears, Connie continuing his brutal thrusts. He was fucking you so so so hard.

It hurt so bad but felt so good. Your legs went numb rounds ago and your body was a mess, covered in your own fluids mixed with Connie’s.

Your mouth was open, sending your screams into the silk white pillow. Connie hovered above you, holding onto the headboard as he slammed his hips into you. “F-fuck cum again” Connie ordered you, reaching between your legs to rub your swollen clit.

“I-i can’t-” You gasped out, on the verge of passing out. You gripped onto the cold pillows, trying to pull yourself up and away from his torture. Connie took notice of this and wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back.

“You are.” You heard Connie sternly mutter.

You whined, your hand reaching behind you to push Connie away only for Connie to grab both of your hands. He pinned them down on the deep arch in your back, absolutely churning your insides.

“I-i..i promise pa- m’not go..gonna act up anymore” You cried out, loosing all of your body strength.

You body physically went numb altogether, a rush of pleasure washes over you. Your legs shook violently. You let out a scream that you were not aware of, clenching hard on Connie’s cock.

“S-shit” Connie looked down, seeing you wet up his lower body

(“they told me to stay out that water park😔” - future baby daddy connie with his five kids tackling him)

The pressure pushed Connie’s cock out of you, causing him to paint your ass with white ribbons.

Connie took a moment to breathe before he moved from above you, your breathing was now steady and you laid flush into the bed.

Connie squinted his eyes, slowly turning your face. No way this girl is sleep right now I ain done

“Baby...Baby…..Baby” Connie shook your body, waking you up. You whined, going right back to that bratty attitude that Connie loved oh so much.

“Whattt” You were so exhausted, moving was not an option right now.

After a much needed bath, you fell right asleep with just a bra and panties on. You were knocked out, sleeping all the way until 12 pm.

You woke up to just you in the bed, your house ringing silence. (Marshmallow is at a doggy hotel getting groomed #materialgworl💅) Instead of waking up to Connie’s presence you woke up to a box with a note on top of it.

‘Had to leave early and handle some business with Ony, I’ll be back before you know it. Thank me later sexy’

You sat the note aside before taking the top off of the pink box, only to see the very purse the got you in this situation to begin with.

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goldenhypen · 6 months

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⋆｡⠐ happy ✧｡♡

✴︎｡⠐ birthday ⠐⚬⋅｡

⋅｡⠐ to the kindest cutest most loving cheerful hard working greatest prettiest handsomest funniest hottest jakey sim 🦭 ⚬♡⋅｡

⎯ ⋅ ♡ ⋅ ⎯

jake, my love and admiration for you go beyond words. thank you for blessing me with so much joy and love in my life. you’re an inspiration to so many and i’m so grateful for you and incredibly proud of where you are and who you’ve become. and you deserve all the best things, or at least to have the best birthday of your life this year <3 eat well and celebrate lots my love <3 i love you and happy birthday <33

#THE FIRST PIC #has me on my knees 🥲🧎🏻‍♀️#I CANT TELL YOU WHY I HAVE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES AS I PUT THIS POST TGT #i RLLY miss him :(#i love you jake with my whole entire heart #have the best day ever :’> <3 #sparing you all from the spam like last year djsnjd #life has gotten the best of me lately but i hope to be more active soon :’>#sorry i keep disappearing my loves #OH i also tried so very hard for the past idek how long.. MONTHS? to write smth for this special day but aha..#it looks like your girls stuck in a bad case of writers block again :’>#anyway i’ll come back soon #i miss you guys :(#i hate that i’m using his bday post as an update post 😭#happy jake day my loves 🥹🫶🏻#em speaks #♡#happy jakey day! <3

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cherriiramen · 6 months

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Shoujo Cosette Enjolras supremacy.. 🧎‍♀️🌼

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leverage-ot3 · 30 days

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okay I’ve seen a lot of posts about sterling just being crowley and. guys. the implications just hear me out 😭😭😭

bending lore slightly here BUT let’s say crowley’s body was once inhabited by a human and crowley is possessing the body (maybe he kills the initial inhabitant bc he doesn’t care)

but he still has the guy’s memories. he doesn’t bother keeping up appearances with his ‘ex wife’ because he is too busy building up his hell empire. BUT for some reason he can’t quite identify, he still feels something towards his ‘daughter’. he lets the divorce happen and doesn’t feel the need (or desire) to fight for custody, but he can never quite forget her, to cast her out of his mind for good

some hijinks ensue with the leverage team. it’s mostly because even a grind culture demon wants some off time every once in a while, and for him the insurance investigator stuff is more of a hobby. interacting with the leverage crew is very low stakes for him, and honestly, quite amusing. they aren’t on his level power-wise, but that ford character gives him the mental exercise he hasn’t experienced in, well, he can’t even remember

he can feel their frustration and anger when they learn he has become employed by interpol and feeds off it. it’s great, and relaxing in a way he is never able to achieve while conducting hell-related business

one year he gets wind that olivia is in a really bad situation associated with his ‘ex wife’s’ new husband. he’s selling vital hardware to terrorists, and while that might actually be the kind of chaos he would normally support or be entertained by as the king of hell, something feels wrong about letting olivia stay anywhere near that man

he calls upon the body’s adversaries. he wouldn’t admit it, even under duress, BUT he feels slightly fond of them. nate for the three dimensional chess they play, sophie for her ability to charm and disguise, parker for her chaos and slightly unsettling nature (it’s the autism swag and being bad with human interaction but he doesn’t know that lol), hardison for his unapologetic intelligence and eliot for his hardened violent past and take-no-shit persona (he’s fun to tease)

they perform exactly as he expected, right into his carefully crafted plan. and then olivia is under his care and things get more complicated. he keeps her FAR, FAR away from anything related to the supernatural (heh). no one can find out about her, ESPECIALLY not those imbecile hunter brothers (if for nothing else than the embarrassment in revealing he has a weak spot)

not sure how to work it into this post but I also want to add that somewhere along the way he develops feelings for nate and sophie. the frame up job is near and dear to my heart and you can’t convince me that isn’t fighting as flirting behavior. his interpol persona is more of a side hustle so to speak, but he finds it fun (relaxing, even) to fill that role. there aren’t any obligations of other demons, bothersome hunters, or anything like that. nate and sophie are low stakes, except, they aren’t, really. they make him feel things he can’t ever really remember feeling. his heart beats fast when sophie sat in his lap and cradled his face, his hands sweat when nate gives him that certain smug look. he’s exasperated by the way they can run circles around him like no one else has ever before. they annoy him and get under his skin in a way no one else can and it’s infuriating. but also not, at the same time. maybe he likes it

and then the long goodbye job happens

hear me out and suspend your belief here for a second, because I can’t remember if crowley supernaturally knows when ppl die/are dead or not.

so nate is in interpol custody and the interviewer is obviously out of her depth. (most people are, when it comes to nathan ford.) he walks in and pours the man a drink, but he’s fuming. somewhere along the way he came to care about the team. hell and suffering is literally in his (official) job description, but he can admit (only to himself) that he admires what they do. it’s not for him, not anything close to where his passions and interests lie, but he respects their drive and purpose. he is also aware enough to acknowledge that they are a family, a group of misfits that never belonged quite anywhere except to each other.

and nate fucking blew it up, ruined it, because his vice is being so obsessed with the end game that he is apparently willing to let his team, his family, the people that anchor him to reality, die because the ends supposedly justify the means.

not this time. not to sterling crowley

he is enraged. he can admit within the confines of his mind that he cares for nate, for sophie, even for the other three (though nate and sophie have somehow made it a hierarchy where they are more important to him. which he will dissect later in private. maybe.)

nate let them die, he let sophie die, and for what? the black book? hell below, crowley would have made things easier somehow, if he knew that this was where nate’s sights had lied. he would have prevented this somehow. he wants to have prevented this. he doesn’t want any of them dead and is too afraid to check and verify because that would make it real. the idea of sophie (or any of them) somehow making it to hell instead of heaven would probably break something in him he might not be able to repare fully.

he yells at nate- he’s angry. hellfire burning in his heart because everything is ruined. the deaths aside (however hard it is to set them aside in his mind), nate will not recover from this, not ever. this will be the start of the end, he is sure. a miserable, guilt-ridden existence where he drinks himself to death and nothing will save him. it plays out in crowley’s mind in a thousand different ways that are beyond painful to conceptualize, even in theory.

the story starts to unravel and there is a game afoot. a solemn, miserable, infuriating game because the con is still in session because parker is alive and in the building- which sets another fire alight in his chest. ‘parker even know you got hardison killed?’ he rages for her grief when she finds out. he knows it will double when she finds out eliot has perished, too, because he isn’t fucking blind.

but nate is a brilliant man, lest he forget too quickly. they are all alive, and somehow still the entire crew slips through his fingers. he’s not even angry (he never would have been- he doesn’t actually try too hard to catch them. it’s about the game, not the consequences). he lets them keep the black book because he’s fucking exhausted and honestly, they more than earned it.

‘now we’re even. tell sophie to drive carefully’. they will never be even, not really. crowley would never admit or agree that being human is the superior state of being, but that have made him feel human in a way he doesn’t actually mind. they keep him on his toes and match him in a way unique to them, they remind him that there are other things than the realm of hell. not necessarily bigger than hell, but maybe just as important in a different sense.

watching the van drive away, something inside him settles. when he walked into the interrogation room that day he thought this was the beginning of the end. it’s not the end at all, not an end to anything. it’s a continuation of their story. maybe, he thinks, a beginning to a new era in it

#before anyone says anything YES I KNOW HOW SPN LORE WORKS I WATCHED IT FOR MANY YEARS #I am just making this silly post for my own (and possibly your) amusement #I’m not digging too heavily into spn plot because I haven’t watched in forever and don’t trust my memory to make accurate commentary lol #also I know it’s probably layed but lied looked better somehow don’t worry about it #sorry this is so long I wasn’t sure where to break it to a read more bc all of it was too important to me 😭💀#tell me in the comments if you’d prefer a read more and where you think it should go #I haven’t been into spn for years HOW DOES THIS AU HAVE SUCH A CHOKEHOLD OVER ME #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #(background)#nate ford #sophie devereaux #jim sterling #nate x sophie #nate x sophie x sterling #crossovers #leverage x spn #leverage x supernatural #supernatural #crowley spn #crowley supernatural #crowley #leverage #mine #not even queueing this I need it posted immediately. instant gratification #pls like rb comment etc I need the validation #I ended up putting a read more for the long goodbye job

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crybaby-bkg · 3 months

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please, for the love of God, elaborate on mean streak deku, that little blurb you posted is stuck in my head , plz give the ppl some crumbs 🙏🏽

Deku’s the type who you think takes so much to get to that point of snapping and being so mean with you, until you know where to poke at him. at first, you say slick little comments that you know bother him, watch that interview like smile twitch just so at the corner of his mouth, the light in his eyes dim just the tiniest amount. but it doesn’t work—he just puts that facade back up and responds back in that jovial and polite way he always does.

then you try going the physical route. bumping his shoulders when you pass him in the halls, pulling at his ears like some petulant imp when he sits beside you in the break room, kicking his shins under the table when he’s across from you at meetings. but he takes it all in stride, only huffing at you softly but—but you see it. the way you’re wearing him down, how his irritation grows and festers every time he catches a glimpse of your evil little grin.

it comes to a head, again, when you fuck with him about hero work. it’s late, you shouldn’t even be here, and yet here you are—standing in front of his desk, swiping away the reports he had been working on for hours now. he doesn’t say anything for a long while, his head tilted down, the shadows casted by his bangs hiding the green in his eyes. until they look at you, so quick, his movements are barely seen when he brings you halfway over his desk.

“I need you to stop it.” He tells you, firm and slow and deliberate, a hand gripped on the base of your neck as he stands. he’s nose to nose with you, and you can damn near count every freckle dotting his face. his mouth is tight and his thick brows are pulled taut, the scars running across his face twitching and you think—he’s never looked hotter.

“Or what?” You ask him, grinning, a little breathless at the green electricity that runs down his body. “I thought you weren’t a mean person, Deku. Are you really gonna be mean to me?”

he kisses the pout right off your lips. kisses and bites every visible inch of your skin as he drags you over the desk, teeth gnashing against your own; you taste copper, and you think that it’s never tasted better when it comes from him.

(he’s so mad at you the entire time, fusses at you for making him act like this at work. for making him fuck you so hard that it moves his desk a good two feet forward. for making him leave the impressions of his molars on your neck and your chest and your stomach and thighs. for making him grip you so tight that his knuckles white. for making him like the airy look you get whenever he gets so, so mean with you.)

#I’m so sorry that this took so long for me to get to 😭#I’ve been busier than usual and my memory is akin to dory I fear #but I hope you like it!!!!#I wub him vury much <3 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#deku treats! 🍬

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koffeenoe · 1 year

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Them 💜💖

#illustration #my fanart #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #akemi homura #kaname madoka #ultimate madoka #madohomu #homumado #homura x madoka #goddess madoka #HELLOOOOOOO A NEW DRAWIN AFTER SO LONG #it was almost a month 😭#and it’s a sketch!!!!! 🤧 i’m sorry but not feeling really like drawing lately #haven’t touched my tablet LOL so I feel like I forgot everything I knew about drawing xd #I was thinking of sharing some pics of my trip here 👉🏻👈🏻#I already miss those days lol #BTW I MISS YOU GUYS #been into bts so much lately as I am an army #and they’re like some of the best thing that has ever happened to me this 2022 even tho I knew about them since 2013 #and idk why I’m telling you this but yeah #VIVA MADOHOMU #when was the last time I made a pmmm drawing? 😭 ANNND MOST IMPORTANT I NEED SOME INFO ABOUT THE SEQUEL #T_T i’m going crazy you know aaaaargjsjj #I’m so sorry to homura my bby cuz I haven’t made enough art of you this year ;;;;;

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Tough Love

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns [Non-Binary - AFAB] • Life hasn’t been that kind to you. Like having Merle Dixon as your biological father. And Daryl Dixon not stepping in when he should’ve. But then the end of the world happened…and everything is changing • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Slurs [cuz Merle is a bitch] / Self Harm Scars / Self Harm / Scars / Domestic Abuse / Abandonment Issues / Coming Out / Past Attempt Mentioned / Injuries • Fuckton of Flashbacks

Requested by: @monootakuu

“What in the fucking hell is that, Merle”

“Are you that fucking stupid? It’s a baby”

“NO SHIT BUT HOWD YEA GET IT”

“ITS MINE DIPSHIT”

Daryl frowns as he couldn’t believe it. His brother is that fucking stupid to knock somebody up.

“This is all you, Merle.”

“You ain’t gonna help me?”

“I’m not the one that knocked up a fucking hooker. For once in your life, take responsibility and try not to fuck every woman that stands. Or there will be more mini Merle’s that infest the earth” Daryl snaps at his brother grabbing his jacket and leaving the trailer, with the extra emphasize of how he feels with slamming the trailer door making the little baby violently sob.

“You little—“ Merle glares in the direction Daryl left before taking the baby out of the car seat it came in. “Shut it you little ass kicker”

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“Hurry up kid” Merle snaps continuing to lead the way on the hunt as Y/N stood up from checking a batch of mushrooms to catch up to their old man.

Daryl walks beside his brother glancing back and every now and then to find Y/N staring at their feet but still right behind them.

“I can show yea which mushrooms you can eat or not”

“Or not.” Y/N frowns. “I’ve got my book…I don’t need your help” they sigh opening said nature book they stole from their school library before the end of the world happened.

The two heard the thud and scream from behind them seeing Y/N now hanging upside down by the ankle. They struggled with the trap trying to bend enough to use their knife to cut them down but they were starting to get frustrated. Daryl was about to cut them down when he noticed Merle ready his weapon to the footsteps approaching.

“Somethin’ triggered the trap finally” One of the two announced but as they approached to notice the two hunters staring back with the crossbow and hunting rifle at the ready. “Oh. Shit but it’s—-“ he looks up seeing the human being that got caught. “Well shit.”

“Do you even know how to set fucking traps like that? Some part of it is supposed to be visible to hunters” Daryl snaps at the two watching them tense.

“We’re not hunters, we are just trying to feed our camp and we can only use so much of the forage”

“But. Given y’all are hunters. Maybe we can come up with something”

“You’re really gonna ask us for some kind of fucking deal when you almost killed our kid?”

“Said kid would like to be fucking let DOWN” Y/N yells off the top of their lungs not giving a damn about what else could be walking the forest. Daryl was about to do it gently until Merle pushed past him with his hunting knife in hand, striking the rope causing his kid to hit the ground hard.

“MERLE”

“What? They’ll fucking walk it off” Merle scoffs approaching the two strangers. “So a deal?”

Daryl glares at the back of his brother’s head holding his hand out for Y/N as they kept to the ground for a moment which lead to him kneeling to their side.

“What hurts kid?”

“Like he said I’ll just walk it off…” Y/N sighs swatting their uncle’s hand away and getting up from the hard ground picking up their book along the way.

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Daryl frowns watching Merle ignore his toddler that was more interested in him and what he was doing at. But what the man was doing was preparing his crystal deliveries.

“Don’t let her ingest some of that Merle. Or you’ll lose your kid”

“I ain’t letting her anywhere—-HEY!” Merle suddenly pushed his kid over with his foot causing his brother to get up from the kitchen table to check on her. But the kid sprung back up like it was nothing. “You’re in time out. GO!” He points to the corner and the small child knew where to go.

“You’re a monster, Merle”

“No. The monster is that devil spawn’s mother that locked her legs around my torso” Merle snaps crushing a piece of the meth grabbing his pipe about to light it when Daryl grabbed the spray bottle he uses on his kid. “Don’t you fucking dare”

“Smoke outside if you really want to be a douchebag. Don’t hurt your kid even more than you already have”

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“You are staying here” Merle states to Y/N who is more than capable to take care of themselves on a run like this one. But given the anger in his tone, Y/N didn’t even bother trying to fight.

“Just stay safe old man” They sigh going to their campsite within a campsite more toward the can boarder to alert of walkers.

“Daryl” The eldest yells at his brother to get his attention from Dale who he was informing about a possible hunting ground. Daryl approaches the small run party looking at his brother confused. “Keep an eye on’em.”

“If they want to join the hunt, they will. Otherwise, there’s other people to keep an eye on them just in case of anything” Daryl reassures his brother even if it didn’t really mean much.

Y/N didn’t go with Daryl to hunt this deer he’s been tracking for a while. Didn’t even leave the tent for the first hour, just reading the foraging books that were stolen by Merle as an attempt to bond with his kid. But failed when they discovered he stole them.

“Y/N? Honey?”

The teen quickly shot up to the voice taking a second to remember that it’s not just the Dixon’s anymore.

“Who is it?”

“Lori, was wondering if you wanna come with the ladies and kids down to the lake. You don’t have to do laundry but just get out of the campsite” Lori patiently waited for a few minutes as she was about to leave thinking she asked too much but saw the tent open with Y/N stepping out with their backpack on. “Got everything?” She gave them a smile watching them nod before leading the way for them.

Soon Y/N found themselves watching two kids splashing each other in the lake while they assumed their mothers and the other women at the camp did the laundry. They watched the ripples in the water for a while and only thought about how they couldn’t swim.

Honestly liked the moment without their dad and uncle

The children stopped splashing when they noticed Y/N stepping into the water after rolling up their pants and grabbing a few pebbles. They started to skip the rocks along the water and the two were intrigued.

Lori gently elbows Carol for her attention before directing with her eyes. Both watching Y/N teach their kids how to skip rocks. Sophia accidentally hitting Y/N in the back of the head with a pebble resulting in the two rising to their feet not knowing how they’ll react. But the slow turn with a serious look resulted in a smile and the teen suddenly splashing the kid with the water. The giggling broke out for all three of them making the moms relax and admire the happiness they all now rarely see.

“Yea sure?” Dale questions Y/N as they offered to take one of the night watches with their uncle’s hunting rifle that he’s never used.

“Yeah I’m not sleepy so”

“Okay, only for a couple hours. Then I’ll be up”

Y/N shot him a thumbs up before climbing up the RV and taking a seat on the lawn chair. They watch their surroundings for a while, inevitably falling into a leaning position staring up at the night sky…enjoying all the stars in the sky…part of them couldn’t believe they were loving a moment without their dad.

He just…never seemed to care.

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The thirteen year old strutted out of the hospital still wearing their gown over their tshirt and shorts with the grippy socks and all. Y/N stopped at the end of the walkway seeing Daryl leaning up against Merle’s truck but no Merle. Their shoulders slumped and the frown remained as they approach their uncle.

“Where’s the old man?”

“Jail. Again.” Daryl frowns, his eyes glued to the bandaging on their wrists. “Got called by the cops about bailing him out and when I got there, your dad just. Magically remembered that today was your release day…which I didn’t know anything about and I fucking live with y’all…so I left him there and waited in this parking lot until you got out”

“You didn’t have to…they probably would’ve LOVED to hear me talk about my hooker mom that I never met and deadbeat dad that uses me as a drug rat in my school for more money.”

“Did you actually—-“

“Not the drug rat part. Just enough for them to let me leave…” They frown dropping their shoes that had the shoelaces pulled out so that they can slip them on. “Can you re-lace them for me when we get home?”

“Mhm” Daryl really couldn’t pull his eyes from the obvious as Y/N felt the words get stuck about addressing it.

“You think Dad would’ve…actually come and pick me up?”

“Honest?”

“Prefer it…”

“Probably not” Daryl frowns extending his hand to take their bag and toss it into the bed of the truck turning back to the kid seeing the glued stare of theirs. “I don’t wanna ask if you’re not okay to talk about it”

“It wasn’t even dad who found me…just one of his hook ups. You were on that road trip on your bike. Paramedics couldn’t reach yea and reached…Merle who didn’t hesitate to get me committed. The kitchen isn’t going to look pretty when we get home…I’ll cle—-“

“I’ll clean it up. Just…please talk to me if you need somebody.” Daryl felt the ache in his chest hearing all of that coming from them as he couldn’t help but pull them into his embrace. “You’re my family too, and I’m sorry for being a bitch too most of your life”

Y/N brought their arms around him not understanding the full extent of hugging but the safe feeling they got from it…made them hold on longer.

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“You—-DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHO YOU’RE AFFECTIN’ HERE?!” Daryl snaps at the sheriff in front of him feeling Shane push him back to avoid any physical altercation.

“Just you I’m assumin’” Rick held his hands up defensively but those words caused a lot of looks in his direction. “Now what am I missing here?!”

“Rick, honey, Merle is—-“

“What is Uncle Daryl yelling?” Y/N joins the party wearing one of Merle’s tan button downs over their long sleeves as the similar shirt is what caught Rick’s attention.

They’re too young to be a lover—-well. Everybody’s seen Merle right? Rick thought but then instantly received whiplash of the word “uncle” that came from their mouth realizing he just handcuffed someone’s father to a roof and left him there. “Shit. I—-“

“Y/N, he didn’t mean to” Shane tried to cover for his best friend as Daryl shoved the other cop off of him going to his confused kid.

“Something happened to Merle”

Y/N frowns instantly as the words left behind were the only ones that stuck out in Daryl’s explanation but before he could get riled up again. The fifteen year old made their way toward’s Rick and his guilt expression before suddenly having their fist meet his face without a second thought. Rick went down instantly and scrambled a bit confused on how much strength that teenager carried as the confused turned to anger and then sorrow within seconds. Lori didn’t bother getting involved, nor did Shane or Daryl. Rick instantly knew that he deserved it for the decision he made even if Merle is who he is.

“Look…I’m—-“

“Shut the fuck up, pig” Y/N kicked the dirt at him before storming off wiping the tears away on their way back to their tent.

“You’re not gonna fight him too right? Cuz we’ll knock your ass down” Shane tells Daryl who shot him a glare.

“The kid said enough for the both of us” Daryl frowns leaving to talk to Y/N before even talking to the retired sheriff how they’re going to get his brother back.

His anxiety got the best of him when he opened their tent seeing Y/N fiddling with their knife. But the action was stopped when he entered, to avoid his assumptions.

“Is he dead?”

“Dunno”

“Are we going to go get him?”

“I will go get him. With some of those fucks by the looks of it.”

“Why won’t you let me go”

“Because if shit hits the fan, you ain’t getting yourself killed.”

“And lose you too? Fucking think for once Uncle Daryl.” Y/N frowns picking up their knife and putting it in its sheath pushing past him.

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“You’re seriously leavin’? For how long?”

“Just for a week. Why the fuck does that matter to you?”

“Who’s gonna help me and Y/N—-“

“No. I’ve told yea. Countless times. Not to take Y/N on these runs. Your buyers can wait and this Jesse dude? Will get his money later” Daryl picks up his bag looking at the oblivious but happy six year old sitting at the coffee table fiddling with a plush bear he’s never seen before. “Did you steal that?”

“Isn’t stealing bad?”

“Na—-“

“Yes. Don’t listen to your old man. And don’t go to sketchy places with him either.”

“Who gonna watch me?” Y/N frowns looking up at her uncle as Merle gave him more of an amused one. They both can be jerks.

“Your dealer…can fucking wait another day” Daryl snaps at his brother slamming the door on his way out resulting in the kid flinching.

Merle turns to his kid thinking what would happen if he left her at home but then he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Daryl if he came home before him.

“You win this round, kid”

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Daryl yells off the top of his lungs taking out every walker in sight growing anxious the more screaming he heard from these people.

A loud whistle rang through as the archer quickly drew his attention to the RV finding Y/N on the ladder after they had taken a few sickos out to get there to grab their uncle attention.

Once the threat was taken care of, Daryl quickly went to his kid checking their person finding the whistle around their neck. It’s a dumb otter shape whistle that he bought when both Merle and him lost Y/N in a zoo. Of course they would be a wanderer. Y/N snapped in his face to get his attention back as he did another check of their person only to get punched in the shoulder.

“You bit?!”

“No! You find dad?”

“No…found something of him but I don’t think you wanna know”

You’re right. I don’t. Y/N frowns watching the sobbing display happening around them as a part of them started to feel guilty for liking the time without their dad around.

But they couldn’t help it. With a father like that, why would you want to be around them?

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Merle carried his plastic bag of belongings out of the prison to be greeted with his truck and his brother’s enraged expression.

“Where the fuck is the rugrat?”

“At home. With a babysitter”

“Wow how the fuck did yea—-“ Merle was suddenly cut off by Daryl punching him right in the jaw making him stumble to the ground. “Hey what gives?”

“YOUR FUCKING KID GOT A HOLD OF YOUR STASH AND ALMOST DIED” Daryl snaps not giving a damn of the curious guard watching the interaction. “If you don’t do fucking better. CPS will take her”

“So? She’d be somewhere fucking better”

Daryl frowns about to kick Merle’s ass when it clicked to him.

“If you wanted to be a goddamn father so much, why didn’t you take the responsibility from me?”

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Daryl blames a lot of Y/N’s childhood on himself. He should’ve been more present then a lot of the mistakes that occurred wouldn’t have happened.

Her overdosing on her father’s supply, making him lose temporary custody of her.

They’re coming out resulting in a few profanities thrown and Merle expressing his very conservative side. Inevitably having them run away until they realized three days in a drug addict’s apartment is better than a park bench.

The attempt during a time where the only one who understands responsibility wasn’t there…to a relapse that he wish didn’t happen

Amongst a whole lot of other things…Daryl really wanted to give them a life they wanted even when the world ended.

But the universe keeps on taking…

“You followed one of my men” This unknown voice didn’t freak out Y/N entirely. They’ve been in these situations way too often in the world before. Mostly watching their dad get the shit beat out of him by an angry drug lord’s goons. “How did you even manage to catch up? He was in a car and when you got caught. You were on foot”

“Could’ve been a track star if god gave me more of a nuclear family instead of one idiot being my dad and the other being an absent family member half the time” Y/N kicked their feet amused as their hands were straining to the rope. The footsteps drew closer but stopped where they couldn’t turn around to see who it was.

“Where did y’all come from? Where’s your camp?”

“Gonna take a whole lot for me to just roll over, buddy”

The voice sighed before approaching the door to the room they were in and opening it. Letting another set of unknown footsteps bring themselves in. Y/N couldn’t make out the hushed whispers.

But the flinch Merle experienced about to land a punch on Glenn, made him stop trying to get answers out of the guy. All he did was listening to the screaming that both knew wasn’t Maggie.

“Who followed yea”

“What?”

“ANSWER ME” Merle snaps at Glenn instead of throwing punches as he didn’t reply right away but given the look in his eyes.

The Governor watched as his right hand stepped out with a rage filled expression about to deck the man beside him that had bloodied knuckles.

“Who else did y’all find?”

“Why does that matter? Did you get anything out of the guy?”

“No—Now answer—“

“Just some teenager that was with them. They weren’t giving answers so boss man had me work my magic” The brute laughs slightly as the Governor noticed Merle’s tense composure and clenched fist.

“You said your brother is a part of this group. After recognizing the guy”

“So?”

“Do you know the girl?”

“No, but I was about to—-“

“I’ll go talk to the girl…you talk to your kid” The Governor pats Merle’s shoulder, heading back inside with the other.

Leaving Merle to find himself standing outside the door where his kid, his fucking blood that they beat to get answers out of, sat waiting and not knowing what is happening to their friends.

The door opening caused Y/N to flinch in their fetal position lifting their head to look at the door but that was difficult given their left eye swollen shut and the other they didn’t want to open at all.

“What hurts”

Y/N couldn’t help the painful laugh to escape their bruised throat. They uncomfortably turned their body to the other side even if it meant laying on more broken ribs.

“Kid. What. Hurts.” Merle yells causing them to flinch once more but also him retract a bit. “Y/N…I ain’t asking anything else. Not asking about your camp. Daryl. Nothing. Just you”

“Now? N-NOW?!” Y/N snaps wincing when they raised their voice, struggling to sit up as Merle took note of the pain they were experiencing in their wrists and legs when getting up. “Why is it now that you fucking care?!”

“Y/N—-“

“Just cuz you got your goddamn hand cut off doesn’t mean you just fucking book it. Or not even bother to go and find your goddamn kid.” Y/N stopped to spit up some blood making Merle grow anxious as he tried stepping close but they stepped back. “I knew you never gave a fucking damn about me. You only cared when I was smaller or when I was your goddamn pack mule—-I SHOULDVE JUST BEEN YOUR KID. NOT YOUR GODDAMN HELP” they dropped on that last note feeling the pain get the best of them as the tears came on. “What I learned from yea…helps me now…never helped me then…do you even remember the good years? Where you were actually a dad?”

“I never wanted you” Merle finally admits the one thing, Y/N has been begging him since they knew better for him to straight up say. But the pain started to become unbearable as he spoke. “Daryl reminded me everyday how terrible of a father I was. How I was like your grandpa. Be thankful you never met the fuck”

“I’ll send a postcard to hell” Y/N curls up a bit hunched over. “What the fuck are you getting—-“

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t love yea. I never wanted you. But you were the best thing to happen, next to leaving my old man’s place to escape his abuse. The only reason you came out with a heart wasn’t because of me.” Merle frowns kneeling to his kid’s level checking their person with his eyes knowing if he tried to touch they’d lash out. “But because of Daryl. When I was in prison for the four years you can barely remember, he raised yea. He took yea to school. Got you what you wanted the right way. He told the social worker the day you OD’d, that he would take custody of yea”

The tears running down their face were turning into more of a mix. The pain…and the pain caused by the blur of those four years that they couldn’t accept because of all the agony caused in all the others.

“Dad…I wanna go home” Y/N begs reaching out to him as Merle carefully took them into his arms quickly breaking the knife off the other so that he could carry his kid out of there when the moment was right.

But the group was already going to rescue them.

When Merle stepped out carrying Y/N in his arms feeling their grip weaken, he was stopped by both Maggie and Glenn aiming the stolen weapons at the man. Maggie was confused about the two being together but that was a story for later, and Merle turned to Glenn who instantly knew what was happening.

“You follow me and I’ll help yea out of here. As long as you take them”

“Deal. But you can’t follow us”

“No shit. I don’t like yea…but I know they mean something to all of yea.” Merle states handing Y/N off as they suddenly grabbed a fist full of his shirt staring him down. “This is for your safety and your groups. Now follow me”

Merle got the three out, but also ran into the others. Who wants to kill Merle is pretty much what was happening as everyone wanted a piece of the man except those he shares blood with. For the most part. Glenn and Maggie protested against having the eldest Dixon stay with them at the prison, but given he lead them out of there and that he didn’t go through with prying it out of Glenn…they bent. But only if he listened to them and helped them work with Woodbury or get rid of the threat.

“They alright?”

“They passed out after the adrenaline wore off. Should be fine as long as they don’t move for a while” Hershel checked their pulse for the third time since returning to the prison before getting up to leave the cell room when both Dixon brothers stared intensely at the doc. “If the bruising on their side from the broken ribs gets worse, I’ll have to relieve it with what I’ve got”

“Could steal medical supplies from Woodbury”

“You’re a fugitive” Daryl frowns. “Need to find somethin’ now to take care of it”

“Y’all can’t do anything to save them if we have a target on our backs” Rick interrupts the two for only a second but clearly their attention wasn’t going to be taken unless something more major happens. “Merle. Think you can map out Woodbury of its weak—-“

“I’ll give yea whatever the fuck you want if it means you’d leave me alone for goddamn five minutes” Merle snaps leaving with Rick to take care of business as Hershel steps out to grab a few things for Y/N, ultimately leaving Daryl alone with them.

As Daryl sat beside Y/N’s bedside in place of Hershel, he watches them stir a bit from discomfort making him tug the blanket to cover them more and resting the back of his hand on their forehead.

“M’not hot”

“Just double checkin’.”

“Ain’t no doc…” Y/N flinched to the sound of Daryl’s chair moving when all he wanted was to bring it closer. “Dad didn’t do it…”

“He’s told me who fucking did it, and he ain’t livin’ for much longer” Daryl states watching Y/N fall back asleep as that moment Rick came back needing his input on the plan.

Talking to the Governor is full proof. Being civil about it before taking matters into your own hands. Or Merle’s. Daryl left with Rick and a few others for the meeting with the Governor. Merle decided to take that opportunity to steal medical supplies from his old community for Y/N and extra for the hell of it. Michonne followed Merle to get answers of her own but also make sure he wasn’t leaving to tell anybody anything.

They will be okay. They will be okay. Merle frowns getting everything they will possibly need as his thoughts and actions were interrupted by the door springing open.

The swordsman quickly drew her katana when Merle drew his knife. The two relaxed realizing who it was but given Michonne’s issue with the guy, she kept an eye on him.

“I heard stories”

“So?”

“You think you can do all of this to redeem yourself for the pain you inflicted on this group? Let alone your own child”

“They’re practically an adult, I’m not doing this shit for anybody else but my kid, and I’m not looking for a fucking award” Merle snaps filling the duffle with anything and everything in the medical ward. The unexpected thing was Michonne receiving the duffle. “And I ain’t letting that bastard live”

Michonne returns. No Merle. Daryl leaves in search for Merle while the group in the prison prepares for an attack.

Hershel checks Y/N once more when they were moved in a secure area that won’t be affected by the attack. He notices their eyes following his movements and thought something was going on physically but once he stopped checking their bruising, they sighed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Useless…”

“You are hurt, the others don’t want yea risking further injury”

“Yknow…when my dad was missing…I was kind of relieved.” Y/N frowns fiddling with the buttons on their shirt. “Not like…I didn’t have the freedom when he was around…least I didn’t have to hear him bitch when I did shit…”

The doc took their wrist to check their pulse like he’s been doing every hour but also listening to their rambling that he thought was them reaching unconsciousness again. But they kept on.

“Now he’s back…yea think he gonna leave again?”

“When I was an alcoholic…the first time around, I’d disappear to avoid disappointing my family. Yeah to the local watering hole but didn’t want to hurt Maggie and Beth with my presence…” Hershel sets their arm down bringing the blanket back to cover them. “But it hurt them more not to have me there for’em. I don’t know your dad. Or your uncle for that matter. Besides that both would do anything for yea…I doubt they’re gonna leave in any way.”

The reassurance was needed.

Again.

And again.

Y/N watches from the entrance to their cellblock as Rick helps direct Woodbury folk out of the bus they took. Daryl quietly approaches their side sitting on the steps with them as they kept their gaze away from him after hearing the news. Recklessness was definitely a Dixon thing. Except only two out of the three know how to save themselves.

“We don’t have to talk about it”

“Good. I don’t want to”

Daryl frowns wanting to find the right words then remembered what he found on Merle’s body and got up for a second to retrieve it from his bike. When he returned, Y/N watches as the photo comes into their view taking it from their uncle’s extended hand.

“Your old man never left without that. Even when we both thought he was the worse father anybody could have” Daryl returns to his seat right beside them. “You were a pain as a baby. Found myself sleeping in the truck to leave Merle to take care of you. But when I came back one morning, you were sound asleep on him. So I took that for him. Thought he didn’t like it. Found it on his person when…he died.”

Y/N continues to stare at the photo letting the achey feeling in their chest get worse and ultimately make the tears roll off their cheeks.

“That son of a bitch…”

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