#it's comeback day tomorrow y'all
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Stain Them. I Don't Care.
Hi guys it been a long time and although this isn't my comeback I just felt in the writing spirit. I will try my best to write stuff but the truth is y'all my attention span has been gone since TLOU (HBO) ended. However, I'm trading in fortnite videos (jonesyXreader coming soon ofc) for Peaky Blinders. I'm on S2 E2 so this little blurb doesn't have much show lore but I love Tommy, I'm a Cillian Murphy fangirl and I love a good dangerous man who gets soft and obsessed for their women. Anyways let me actually shut up.
Word Count: 1,410
Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Fem Reader (fairly gender neutral but reader is referred to as a wife), Established Relationship (married :3).
Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Gun and shooting, Character (you) death. Completely SFW.
All interactions greatly appreciated, hope I can find the motivation to write more, thx guyzers <3
Tommy Shelby was an interesting man, it was even more interesting that he devoted himself to someone like you. It wasn’t an insulting thing, it’s just that many people didn’t understand Tommy’s obsession with this ordinary woman. The circumstances of your meeting was a kept secret of course but as everyone knew, you weren’t a whore, or spy, or other gang’s daughter or wife, you were just you.
So when Tommy got off of his stressful often bloody days just to see you either sitting peacefully or cooking something, it made him happy. When people had the stupidity to question why Tommy was with you, he’d simply respond with his usual menacing stare. Sure, he didn’t run around town boasting about his wife but you knew he felt prideful when he was with you. Especially when he could bring you around people he considered enemies, you were his walking proof that he could attain and be acquainted with good people.
The true ‘fuck you’ to those who didn’t know peace for Tommy Shelby had the embodiment of it right by his side always.
Your head perked up at the sound of the front door smiling as you saw Tommy tiredly walk through the door. You often spent chunks of time waiting for him, more recently than ever before. Thomas Shelby by no means was an open man, but he always allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he could never not when it came to you.
Being around you felt like an adrenaline rush that never ended; from the day he first saw you to the day he asked you to marry him. Everything about you made him nervous and scared; he somehow couldn’t rest peacefully with you in his life yet his time with you was more peaceful than he had ever known.
“You look wide awake” You joked resting your head on the back of the couch.
“Funny” He smiled, a smile that couldn’t fade as long as you were there smiling back at him.
You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at his bruised hands before squeezing them tightly with a smile. Tommy no doubt carried a lot of baggage into the relationship. On an almost agonizing constant loop you could still vividly picture the first death at the hands of Tommy that you had witnessed. Although he’d never tell you, he remembered it too, the guilt ate him alive everyday. The way you looked at him that day made him physically sick. When you agreed to see him again after that, the look was gone but he’d never forget it.
“How has everything been?”
“Business wise” You asked.
“It’s getting better” He reassured.
“So can I come with you tomorrow? To the Garrison”
“Would you not prefer to sit here? Safely” Tommy teased.
You rolled your eyes unseriously knowing that simple gesture alone would be enough to convince him. Tommy often had a problem saying no to you, it was chronic at this point. There were times he was a little more resistant but eventually he’d break, just for you. Partly because he trusted your judgment, and you never asked for anything insane. You two were in many ways polar opposites but the borderline paranoid danger/bullshit meter you shared were identical, he trusted you.
“Fine”
“Didn’t know you loved my boring meetings” He joked
Your nights consisted of you two sitting sometimes doing some light drinking but for the most part you just enjoyed each other’s company. No matter what Tommy went through during his day, to be able to come home to you or come home with you was his cure all. It scared him to death how much he loved you, some nights it was all he could think of, the fear and happiness you produced.
Then the morning would come and that feeling would be a distant memory because you’d still always be there. This morning was no different, he woke up right next to you, your sleeping face somehow even more beautiful than when you both fell asleep. Tommy was not a man who was very vocal about his affections but his eyes never lied. You could melt into a puddle whenever he looked at you, when he looked at you it was as if someone had captured love, melted it and injected it into your veins.
That morning Tommy fulfilled his promise and you happily came along with him to his meeting, you didn’t want to admit that it was indeed boring but god you were bored. These weren’t his sly threat here, sly threat there meetings, just simple boring money managing.
“This is boring” You whispered, eliciting a smile from your husband before excusing yourself into the main portion of the bar.
However the bar also bore you, a bunch of men drinking all of them too afraid to even glance in your direction. Tommy had planned to be done with this meeting by now but unfortunately it seemed to be taking longer and longer. He sat letting his mind wander a little as the time felt slower and slower while your eyes searched for something to keep you busy.
Tommy had a big dislike for you walking alone and you understood dislike, however simply standing outside of the bar surely was a loophole. The smell of alcohol was weirdly insufferable today so without a second thought you headed for the front door, opening the one and then the second.
You hadn’t noticed for the first few seconds, but the wet feeling rapidly spreading from your chest pulled you into the dark reality. You looked up at the gunman to see a face full of regret, from that look alone clearly you weren’t the target
Your husband was.
The gunman had been young, clearly trigger happy but nevertheless a wonderful shot because by the time your body fell back you were gone. Tommy practically had leaped over the table at the sound. As he opened the door to his private room his eyes scanned the bar full of equally worried faces but had yet to see yours.
The commotion coming from the front door prompted him to quickly check and confirm the nightmare he had been dreading since the day he first met you. The guttural shout he let out quieted the entire street, anyone moving stopped, anyone working stopped, the entire world seemed to stop.
Tommy couldn’t remember the last time his hands shook at the sight of a dead body. His shaky hand intertwined with your lifeless one and his arm wrapped securely around your neck. He pulled your body close to his chest, the still fresh blood now soaking into his suit. Nobody around dared to move, hell not even breathe for it would only be a reminder that you couldn’t.
Thomas Shelby sat in that doorway for hours, whispering various pleas and prayers to Gods he didn’t even believe in. Soon enough his family convinced him to allow your body to be taken and for everything to be cleaned up.
The wedding ring that was removed from your finger felt like it weighed pounds as it moved in his pocket. All that movement just to bring him to an even harsher reality as he stood in front of your shared home. He sat on the front steps for a while, it rained, drunk men passed, various things passed and he sat not daring to move a muscle.
When Tommy finally made it into the house his heart felt as if it was attempting to break out of his chest. His eyes watered as he slowly shuffled over to your side of the bed falling to his knees beside it. Slowly his head descended before resting into blankets that filled his senses of nothing but you. The sheets smelled of you, the feeling of the blankets brought back every lovely memory of you.
Thomas Shelby couldn’t remember the last time he cried, like really truly cried. Quite frankly he couldn’t remember anything in this state. A place that once was home to your laughter and voice was now full of the muffled sobs of your husband.
Tommy’s hands held his blood soaked chest wishing that he had covered himself in your blood. He prayed it would stain every item of clothing he owned, stain his hands, his face so that he could never be without you.
"I fear to stain your clothes with blood"
"Stain them, I don't care"
#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x reader#i love cillian murphy :3
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Stuck in a damn bed.
What -- Daryl's bedbound and stuck that way recovering for longer than he wants. He's not a fan.
When -- after supper following the chapter That's it. In the show, it is in season 2 following the events of Chupacabra. Note that the Slowpoke Series is canon-compliant, but you'll notice a more realistic recovery time has been portrayed than was able to be shown the TV series.
Relationships -- slow burning Reader x Daryl, but Carol's season 2 crush is coming out.
TWs -- some language and unexpected familial abuse
Pronouns -- she/her
How long is it? -- there hasn't been a new chapter in over a month, y'all...
Masterlist -- Official one here and Chronological one here
There's a part in the story with abuse by a family member (domestic violence). It's not reader being beaten in the way one might imagine abuse, but it's still abuse.
If you're being hurt by a loved one irl, they are doing something bad to you. Abuse is not earned or deserved. You are worthy of being safe and unhurt.
For help getting safe, you can call the Domestic Violence Hotline (USA) at 800-799-7233, chat online, or text START to 88788.
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Day 1 of being stuck in a damn bed
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Carol brought him supper. Eggs and field greens with crackers and beans. She’d brought breakfast and lunch to him, too. Stayed this time, though.
She ate mostly in silence with him but told him about the day. When she was done eating, she went back to mending a torn shirt she’d brought with.
Sophia wasn’t brought back today.
The whole truckload of these asshats that he’s been sticking with for way too long and for who-knows-why — couldn’t find that woman’s little girl after an entire day of searching the grid he slashed in half? Goddamned bullshit.
Yet, when two of those 'asshats,' Y/N and Patricia, came in to bring him a nighttime dose of painkillers and do another exam, he couldn’t find the words to ask Y/N anything about it. He didn’t feel all pissed and upset anymore, either.
Couldn’t make eye contact much with her just yet, granted. Still felt all stupid nervous.
Ain’t nothing he could do about it for now, his soul got stripped bare with Y/N’s yesterday. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t think of Y/N as stupid. Or Carol, that lady wasn’t stupid.
Hell, maybe no one in his group was, maybe it was just that he was heartbroke about that poor lost girl and in way too much pain.
Y/N was honest and spoke plainly about the situation, which was a welcome relief from how others were getting closed-lipped about it. “Today was so damned disappointing,” she muttered. “Twelve of us took turns goin’ out in teams, man, scoured the grid you narrowed down. Then we went beyond it when we still didn’t find…” After a few moments, she sat up straighter, adjusting the sling on her injured side. “Tomorrow’s the day, then.”
Well, since they’re changing up the search area tomorrow, maybe it’s true. And, maybe Daryl will stop complaining about others and will stop being a pussy and be able to actually get up and walk tomorrow, help out by his damned self and bring back their the girl.
Except that when he implied as much, Patricia shot it down. “We can’t force you, but—”
“Sure as shit can’t,” he yipped back.
At hearing Y/N’s huff, he turned just in time to catch her licking her teeth in annoyance. Her eyebrows were raised and her stare was enough to make his heart pound, loudly.
“You won’t make it far without needin’ to be helped back, if you can get up and walk around normally in the first place,” Patricia cautioned. “Give yourself a few days.”
Yeah, so, Sophia didn’t have a few days. “I’m fine.”
“We just want you to heal,” Carol quietly spoke.
Before he could finish yipping another comeback, Patricia sighed, then surprised him by saying, “Alright. We’ll leave the room so you can get dressed. Clothes are over there.”
Y/N frowned. “Ma’am?”
The lady gently held up a hand in response.
It was a test, plain as day. Which is why before them three had even left the room, Daryl had grit his teeth and held the bedsheets across his shoulder to keep himself covered as he pushed through the pain in order to sit upright all the way.
Courtesy of Y/N, his button-down shirt was tossed to him before she scooted out of the room, and Daryl was wincing and biting back groans as he worked it on for at least three minutes. He thanked his lucky stars it was a button-down and not a t-shirt, or he wouldn’t have been able to put it on.
He should’ve just thrown in the towel right then and accepted defeat, but he had too much to prove.
And when if he admitted it was too much for him…even if he didn't look like a Q-tip, wearing a damn pair of pants while it happened was the bare minimum that could make it bearable.
But he really should’ve thrown that towel in. It took accidentally hissing out a cuss when he tried to be tough as he swung his leg off the bed for him to start thinking he was being a jackass. It took him swallowing a whimper, chewing on his lip all the while, when he stood and had to untangle the bedsheets from his foot for him to doubt he could even get the pants on.
But being stubborn as a jackass had its perks: he gripped the bed frame to help him walk and got to his clothes without knocking anything over. He also worked out that sitting to put the pants on was better because he had to bend less if he was seated.
By the time he’d gotten them plus his socks and shoes on, he was sweaty and had the shakes, he’d also needed to sit awhile before he got the balls to stand up again and hobble his way to the door.
But he made it. Choking down his pride and his groans of discomfort, he made it to the door and pulled it open.
Patricia was waiting on the chair around the corner in the living room, quietly talking with Y/N while pointing at something in a giant, red book.
“Maybe I do need that few days,” he surrendered. Didn’t come out as tough as he’d intended.
Tell you what, though, that twangy blonde woman was one heck of a lady. “Let’s get you some fresh air while you’re up, does that sound good?” she offered. “The porch is only a few steps away.”
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“Oh, Glenn.” You flop against the RV’s table and end up staring at the ding in the cabinet opposite you. You just left the front porch after Patricia helped Daryl walk there to get a breather, only to find out not 30 seconds after entering the RV that Glenn spilled the news about Lori to Dale.
Instead of Glenn, Dale responds, “Kiddo, my lips are sealed,” but you’re busy trying to sort out how to keep Shane from finding out for a little while longer if already the news is getting out, and not from Lori or you.
You love Glenn to death, but oh my gosh, he is not good at secrets. You didn’t even know he’d known, you only just now drew the conclusion when you made the connection; that that was the thing on Lori’s drugstore list that Glenn was being all secretive about, the pregnancy test.
Right now, you need to stomp down the fears leaping around your dumb little brain because you cannot make this seem dramatic, or it will point to there being a problem with Lori being pregnant — which there isn’t, a new baby is such happy news you could scream, it’s just that there’s the possibility of — with your brother and — ugh, you need to go on a walk or kick something! And Dale and Glenn won’t/can’t know why you’re so upset or it will be even worse.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you knew, or I would’ve talked about it with you instead of Dale so I wouldn’t explode! Secrets aren’t cool, dude.”
“Seein' as you didn't mention the pregnancy tests, I'd say secrets have their place,” you test.
“Not really. They make things complicated and people get hurt.”
You sneer while letting out a huff, and Dale puts his two cents in.
“I’m inclined to agree with Glenn here.” He’s apologetic when he calmly next points out, “Secrets are an omission of the truth.”
Here you are, gleefully sitting on the secret that Maggie admitted to you that she really likes Glenn. Not-so-gleefully sitting on the secret that the baby may biologically be your brother's, too. Ain't like you're about to spill or you'll burst.
In your mind, you take the simmering tea kettle off the burner so it won’t start to sing. “There are good secrets and bad secrets. And most people wait a few to tell others about pregnancies, y’all,” you state, and then make an executive decision to share something truthful that’s maybe not your place to do so, but you need to save face for Lori’s sake, now. “Lori’s had a few losses, it’s not wrong to imagine the new one might won’t make it long.”
Dale and Glenn both react similarly: they open their mouth and raise their heads slightly, then bow them. Good.
Scratching his neck, Glenn apologizes again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“If she loses this one, too, those who know will grieve with her, then, simple as.” You’re satisfied and confident that you’ve saved face for Lori and your brother and Rick.
Except for how Dale peers at you. It reminds you of the gentle way one might look at a preschooler who is nervously trying to cover up the fact that they peed their pants.
One hand on your shoulder, he stops peering all knowingly and strokes his beard. “Irma miscarried, too. Our only one, none came after that,” he shares. Slowly, he sits at the spot by the RV’s right window. “We usually told people we stopped trying, which isn’t not the truth, I suppose. She and I simply stopped being, uh, ‘intentional’ about trying to conceive,” he explains.
“I’m sorry they died,” you tell Dale quietly. “Did you give ’em a name? My Ma lost one after Shane, she named them.”
“Believe it or not,” he says, hesitating before breaking into a smile and chuckling. “We were thinking about ‘Glenn’ for both a boy and girl name.”
Glenn’s cheeks turn purply-red like a beet. “Wait, seriously?”
Dale shrugs and nods.
“Y/N, no wonder I’m his favorite!”
After you play-pout, you notice, “Hold up: ‘Glenn’ and ‘Dale.’ Both are—”
“— Yes,” Dale finishes, turning pink while he laughs to himself and rubs his fingers over his wedding band. “The word ‘dale’ is from the Old English for ‘valley.’ And ‘glen’ is from the, ah, Scottish, the Scots Gaelic for ‘a valley formed by a river.’ My Irma liked the wordplay.”
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Day 2 of being stuck in a damn bed
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“You must be bored as hell in here, man. Concussion protocol stinks.”
T-Dog had just knocked and brought in the boombox that had been used a few times back at the quarry camp. He’d placed it next to Daryl on the bed, said he was here to help, then told him, “You saved my life with those meds, Daryl. And Carl’s.”
Daryl laid there like an awkward slug, he still felt off. Patricia was right, he really did get a good whack to the head. And...whole body.
He also didn’t expect a declaration like that. Not that it was a bad thing. He’d grown to have a lot of respect for T-Dog. Real decent guy. Maybe they were friends, too? He hoped so, he wanted that. And Daryl understood that him and his brother had been…he knew they was wrong, about how they’d been to T-Dog.
“No TV allowed.” T-Dog started to go on, narrating to himself, “Ain’t like that’s a problem right now. But also no reading, no busywork,” he said louder, “no getting up and moving much for the first couple days — I don’t envy you, brother. But listening to music, that they usually let you do so long as it’s quiet. You know what’s funny, though? There’s a separate, what do you call it, uh— ‘school of thought’ out there that says concussed people should be getting theyselves back to normal right from the get-go.”
The front door to the house opened again. Instead of footsteps going down the hall, there was another knock at Daryl’s door.
Before Y/N could finish her long-ass knocking pattern, Daryl called, “Just open it, s’fine.”
The knob turned and there she was, holding out a cassette tape with a plug hanging off it. “Found it. I’d forgot we’d moved it from Carol’s car. Jimmy borrowed it on the way to gun practice yesterday, left it in his dad’s truck.”
“You went without it all last night? I would’ve borrowed it, Y/N,” T-Dog razzed, “It’s been near a week since I listened to music, gonna turn into a Puritan at this rate.”
She giggled. “I fell asleep around 7:30 yesterday, man, I was out.”
“Yeah, Dale was worried that your brother pushed you too hard at that little fighting lesson y’all did.”
Making a little huh?, she pressed her lips together in what looked like a confused pout. “He was going easy. Oh — if he sounded like an asshole, that’s his way. Usually when you gotta defend yourself, there’s chaos and a lot of, um, of emotion. So, he riles you up, keeps pushin’ your buttons, so that you’ll learn to separate from the emotion and focus. Specifically, he’s tryin’ to help me not react,” she slumped as she said, “angrily. Anger makes you stupid.”
“Whatever you say, little sister. Just don’t go overdoin’ it, hear? You tend to overdo.”
With a teeny huff, she twisted her mouth and nodded.
“Speaking of, how long will you need to have your upper arm tied to your torso there?” he questioned.
She shrugged. “A few more days.”
“Alright, I’ll stop naggin’ you. How about: can I please get dibs on the mp3 the first night this guy can get out of bed? Pretty please?”
Mouth still twisted, it turned into a lopsided grin. “Deal.”
“Thank you much. Now,” he rubbed his hands together. “I do gotta ask, what music did the farm boy leave it on?”
“Hmm…” Y/N pressed the button on the side of the little music player to turn it on. Click, click, click. “Ah, Mumford & Sons. Do you know them? They’re that new band who makes bouncy banjo songs, got the raspy-voiced singer?”
“‘Bouncy banjo songs with a raspy-voiced singer,’” T-Dog chuckled. “I know them. Alright, man,” he said, turning to Daryl. “The batteries in the boombox should have plenty of juice left. You got the mp3 player to hook up to it, just use the tape deck converter. There’s a handful of CDs, too, and some cassettes.” He then made a little ha, and said, “Look like one of these is a book on tape that Dale got from the library. Shit, this was due like a month before the outbreaks, look at the date on here!”
“That’s a lotta late fees.”
“Let’s hope they waive ’em.”
This back and forth between the two of them was serving as Daryl’s minor entertainment for the afternoon. What serves as entertainment when you're stuck in a damn bed...
“D’you wonder if it’s as bad as The Case of the Missing Man?” Y/N droned.
“Oh, did you finish it, Y/N?”
“No. I tried two nights ago when I camped out in here. Couldn’t get passed chapter 4.”
“Surprised you ain’t reading it to this guy,” he told her. “Seein’ as you’re spending all that time in here, anyway.”
This was when Daryl got annoyed and uncomfortable again, there was something about the way T-Dog said it.
He didn’t think he felt (therefore looked) all nervous around Y/N anymore, that was all done, just a one-off. So why did it sound like T-Dog was teasing?
“Daryl’s suffered enough,” Y/N answered, and Daryl didn’t have time to catch her expression before she continued, “Miss Patricia’s certain he’s got a broken rib and maybe clavicle. So there’s the concussion, the ripped side by his rib, the collarbone, the stiff neck, then all the bruises, the abrasions, and that bullet graze — oh, sh — I just broke HIPAA!” she blurted out. “Ain’t never done that before, just blabbed about—that’s so—oh my g—th-that’s—Daryl, I’m so sorry!”
All Daryl could do was snort and ignore the sudden tug in the middle of his chest toward her direction. “Gonna sue your ass,” he deadpanned. Such a square.
“For real, though,” T-Dog spoke. “I still can’t believe you made your way back alive after all you went through, man. Yesterday, I joined Rick, we went to where you fell — Daryl, you should be dead. The way I see it, God’s got plans for you, brother. Just let Him do His thing.”
Awkward about what to say or how to react, Daryl responded with what was on his mind for most of the day. “Any signs out there today?”
Neither of them answered at first, meaning they didn’t find shit.
“I thought Rick talked to you already,” Y/N mumbled.
T-Dog answered better. “We’re searching a new area tomorrow, branching out.”
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Having music was saving him from going completely nuts. The little music player thing seemed to have something for just about everybody on it, and the CDs were fine, too. He even popped in the book on tape.
Sent him right to sleep.
Dale and Carol came visiting with supper. Carol had eaten every meal with him for the past two days. It made him a little nervous, to be plain. The way she paid attention seemed less like pity or friendship and more like something more, which he didn’t want and didn’t have to offer.
But he liked how Carol was quiet and gentle, thoughtful, and had a dry sense of humor every so often (when she let it out around him, that is).
The grub was eggs and field greens again, but this time there was also rice. Granted, no meat again, but someone must have found onion grass, because it smelled real tasty. If he cared, he would’ve considered to maybe not wolf it down as fast as he did, given that Carol and Dale were in there.
Then came his friend’s signature knocking again.
He was relieved to have felt nothing at Y/N's arrival; no nervousness, no warm cheeks. Everything was back to normal.
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Day 3 of being stuck in a damn bed
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“After Andy told her there was still a chance, she stopped her and said she didn’t really need to hear it anymore,” Y/N told him quietly. Arms crossed and hood up, she was resting back on the chair in the corner of the room, legs propped against the end of the bed. “I wanted you to hear it from me so if Carol said anything, it wouldn’t be knockin’ you out of left field.”
Y/N’d gone with her brother, Andrea, and Carol to check the spot on the highway where they’d set up a mini shelter for Sophia however many days ago all that shit went down. A few of the group had gone back every day, twice a day.
And now Carol was losing hope or just plain lost it.
For real, how was it that her kid was still goddamned missing?
He and Y/N found a sign at that house, then another at the other house, then he’d found her doll—how far would Sophia have fucking gone?
Her body ain’t been found yet, neither, which meant she had to be out there somewhere.
“Even Shane tried to be optimistic for her. After hearin’ her say to Andrea how she didn’t want to hear it no more, he tried to insist Sophia might could be fine, but she held out her hand so he’d stop.”
“Shane? Really?”
Shane wrote that little girl off as a goner, last Daryl knew. What changed?
Y/N gave a small, tired, very forced smile. “We had a good talk a few days ago. He knows he hasn’t been himself and he wants to do better.”
That’s good. The way her brother’s been acting has been driving screws through her, he knew that much.
“Still, your nine days to Sophia’s…” she trailed off, and when she did, he saw it in her face. Heard it in her voice when she finished her thought. “This is either her day 7 or 8 out there, I-I can’t think right now.”
Yup. She was also losing hope or plain lost it.
The feeling of helplessness jumpstarted and rammed him in the belly.
He swore. “C’mon, Y/N. You, too?”
“Dude,” she hesitated, “understanding the possibility she’s dead ain’t wrong.”
Shut up.
“It’s, it’s a high statistical likelihood,” was her next bullshit excuse. “From day one it’s been on the tabl—”
“—No wonder she ain’t been found yet,” he snarled, interrupting her. “None of y’all shitheads actually think that little girl’s out there!”
The pain from his broken rib seared like a hot poker when he raised his voice, but as he said it, he believed every word of it and liked how it struck home.
But only as he said it.
Because one look in his friend’s eyes afterward, wet and turning red, and he felt the invisible knee to the nards and stomach and knew he’d just been a massive asshole.
Y/N giving him the middle finger was what Patricia saw after she’d knocked on the door and come in.
“What’s goin’ on?” she asked the pair of them.
Y/N wiped an eye and told her honestly, “An argument about Sophia,” before laying this out to Daryl: “Not one of us doubts she’s out there.”
Regretful as he was for being an asshole, he still pushed back, “Yeah, all y’all just think she’s dead anyway, so why bother.”
“You mangy h—” she swallowed. Licked her teeth. “Stayin’ hopeful is one thing,” she started, pointing her finger at him while clear-as-day working to not raise her voice. “But can you honestly say to us that you wasn’t also prepared to find our girl dead every time you was out there?”
Patricia held up a hand and cleared her throat. “I’m here to check your bandages, Daryl. Y/N.”
Y/N apologized to Patricia and exited the room quietly.
Patricia did her thing.
And Daryl, stuck in a damn bed, same as he’d been for three days now, lay there feeling helpless, worthless, unwanted, and now like a massive asshole, and he was goddamned angry about it.
He really wanted to kick something, chug a beer, or cry. And have a smoke. Carol’d brought him his pack, he’d managed to get a good one in through the open window earlier.
“These should be able to come off in a few days,” Patricia murmured, re-wrapping his head. “And the graze is healing nicely. We still need to be cautious about your concussion and that side-wound of yours, hence you bein’ stuck in here for awhile yet.” The lady shifted her weight to her other leg and set her hand on her side. “How do the collarbone and ribs feel?”
“Fine.”
Arching one eyebrow at him, she took one arm and did some gentle movements, then the same with the other arm.
“Those areas are already better than they were the first day, so there’s something. And the rib fracture, unless it’s just a real nasty bruise, is likely hairline, which is light years better than the alternative. Remember to breathe deep through your belly to get full breaths in, don’t expand your lungs wide, do it through your belly. And keep up the good work avoidin’ laying on your left side like you have been. Once you’re up and out, you’ll have to keep things slow so they’ll heal good.”
“How slow?”
She exhaled through her nose and spoke his name. “I need to tell you, it’s by the skin of my teeth that I’ve been convincing Hersh that you and the little boy still need carin’ for. Please work with me on this. Agree to take it slow.”
Nope. He couldn’t just do nothing, Sophia was missing! Why did everybody keep forgetting that part? “He can kick me out all he wants, I don’t give a shit — that little girl ain’t gonna get found in one piece if I keep things slow.”
“There are 9 or 10 people searching for her on the regular, Daryl. You’re gonna heal badly, permanently, if you don’t go slow,” she warned. “You and your friend both need to learn to do what your bodies need.” She paused. Smirked for half a second before tucking it away. “That came out wrong. What I meant is that y’all need rest, and not aggravate what’s gone wrong and make it worse.”
Before leaving the room, she turned back toward him. “It’s that Hershel still wants y’all not just out, off his land. Clean off.” She held up a hand as if she didn’t know what to do next. “I don’t think that’s right, and I don’t want it. And I can see how many of your group want to stay, are helpin’ out. Y’all are good people. So please, mind your manners and that mouth around Hershel, Daryl. It’s you and Y/N’s brother that are causin’ him the most concern, and ultimately, it’s gonna be Hershel’s decision.”
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Carol brought him supper, again. The meal was quiet, until small footsteps and a knock along with “Mr. Dixon?” sounded outside the door.
It was Carl, asking if he could eat dinner with him. “And I brought you one of my comic books. I figured I could show you the pictures and read to you the words. They’re saying you can’t read right now. That stinks. I get to read and walk around a little, at least, I just can’t move a lot.”
Daryl waved him and his folks in, felt a brief moment of pride that the antibiotics he’d supplied had saved the kid’s and T-Dog’s life, then he asked Carl when he’d be able to run around.
“Mr. Greene is hoping I can do stuff like normal soon. I still get really tired when I move. But I wanna be strong if Sophia needs me, so I’m doing what he says is best.”
Did Y/N or Patricia put him up to this?
“Do you still think she could be okay? I know that a lot of our people are losing hope, but I still think she could be okay. Dad does, too, and Mom, and Y/N.”
Daryl thought to himself how he’d go through everything he had gone through for Sophia again for that kid, gladly. “‘Course I think she’s okay. Prolly sleeping in a queen-sized bed wherever she’s stayin’.
Rick chatted to him in between bites of scrambled egg. “Based on how the search goes tomorrow, we’ll be altering the grid again.” He asked Daryl his opinion on where would be smartest to focus the search efforts in the new area. (It was upstream, obviously. And Daryl wasn’t used to his ideas being taken seriously, it was a nice change.)
He kept glancing at Carol as the conversation went on. She’d gotten all wet-eyed when Carl first spoke up about wanting to be strong for Sophia. Stayed quiet when Rick talked.
But by the end, she didn’t seem so lost anymore.
He watched from the side as she thumbed her cross necklace, kissed it—then caught him watching and gave him a tiny smile.
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He’d hobbled to the window to have another smoke. Getting in and out of bed still hurt, ain’t that bull?
It was just about dark, there was only a blurry strip of orange left at the very bottom of the horizon.
Daryl looked out at the land. Saw the campfire, saw Andrea on top of the RV.
T-Dog noticed him from his spot by a cluster of trees where he was having a smoke, too, and he waved once to Daryl before turning around to resume his own cigarette break in privacy.
Midway through a particularly deep drag (a tricky thing to do when inhaling deeply hurts because you got a cracked rib), there was some giggling outside his door in the hall to the front.
The dread that he was gonna get caught and kicked out for smoking sent a jolt into his veins. Not sure why he cared so much all the sudden.
He’d already put out his cigarette against the outside of the windowsill when the familiar sound of her laughter registered in his ears, so his muscles stopped feeling so tense.
Leaning on the sill, he then watched her and Glenn just about torpedo down the porch stairs and toward a field as if they were rac—no, wait, they actually were racing. He definitely didn’t snort to himself about it then wince because snorting hurt. The short-haired chick, Baby Spice, and the farm boy spilled onto the porch to watch—nope, scratch that, they were joining in.
Where were they even g…okay, to some old tree stump.
Y/N’d mentioned how Daryl was only 6 or 7 years older than them, but sometimes it felt like a hell of a lot more. Her and Glenn together, especially, together they acted like they was 12-year-olds.
After Daryl saw what was maybe a tie take place, he felt creepy just, ahem, staring at them from the window. So, he shut the screen back down and gimped his sore-ass self to the bed again.
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Day 4 of being stuck in a damn bed.
You
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“Lore? How about you sit a minute?” She looks like she’s either going to pass our or throw up, so you don’t know whether to guide her to a seat or hold her hair back.
“It’s the, um—” she grabs a lock of her hair and folds it over her nose, breathing in slowly while walking in the opposite direction of the campfire. “What is that meat?”
“Rabbit.”
Through her nausea, she’s still encouraging enough to offer a genuine “Well done!” even as she tries to tamp down her gag reflex.
Yeah, Shane and you set up snares yesterday, and today one worked.
You point to the pine grove. “I finally set up my hammock over there. Let’s — it’s just, you look like you need to lay down.”
“I will, I just have to talk to Daryl first, he’s been, um—” she pauses again to exhale slowly. Her color is nonexistent right now. “He’s been smoking outside his window, and, and I’m worried that if Hershel sees—” She suddenly bursts into tears, and that makes her gag more.
The biggest problem right now is that Mr. Greene still wants your group off his land once Carl and Daryl aren’t bedbound.
That Daryl went through his awful accident is a blessing in disguise; it’s buying you all time.
Maggie is openly upset with her dad about it. Miss Patricia and her boy don’t agree, either.
You’re mad at the man, too, like — you get that your group is threatening simply by the fact that there are more of you and you’re armed — but what about your conduct here has been threatening? Minus the mishap with Andrea almost killing Daryl and how Shane has been a little dominant, you’re all helping out, keeping the campsite clean, staying quiet, respecting the property.
Like, yes, y’all killed a walker that had sprouted legit gills because he it was trapped in one of their wells, but the guy was dead. Quite literally a corpse, not even a "he" anymore; it, the corpse, was usurped by a virus. His soul had moved on.
Mr. Greene is a faithful dude, he’s supposed to be a man of God, so why would he kick…never mind, he’s scared for his family, you get it, you get it.
People have done atrocious things to each other since it all went down, no one can deny that.
Well, there’s still hope. He can and will change his mind. Carl, Lori, and new baby need a safe place.
Happily, the awkwardness of trying to sit side-by-side in the hammock makes both you and Lori crack up. You stop awfulizing in your head, and she seems calmer, too.
“What was it you were going to talk to Daryl about again?” you ask.
“He’s been smoking out of his window. I picked up the butts when I saw them. We can’t give Hershel any more reasons to not want us here. He’ll see it as disrespecting his home, his land…” Her voice goes up, and she’s back to crying. So far, you and Glenn (and Dale, just don’t tell Lori that Glenn told him!) are the only ones who know about the new one she’s got in there.
“Y/N, I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this — I can’t, I can’t…”
“You already are, mama,” you whisper softly. “Lore, I’ll do whatever it is you and baby need, Ricky will, too. Come hell or high water, Lori, we will do what it takes.”
“If it even lasts that long.” She wipes her eyes and turns her head away “How long will it last, you think? Truly? And if I don’t lose this one, too, how long until one of those things catches them, rips them apart?”
“You can’t think that way.”
“We have to think that way! My son was shot, he nearly died and he, he, he can’t even walk around for more than 10 minutes without getting exhausted. And Sophia?”
You close your eyes. You know; Carol’s been sharing your tent.
“—What are the chances Sophia is alive? Truly?” she challenges. You stay quiet.
Sophia is, most likely, not alive anymore. You’ll search until she’s found for as long as it takes, but it will likely be her body that is found.
“Carol understands it, too, honey, she told me yesterday, said it again today, and I cannot imagine she hasn’t told you, too, as she cries herself to sleep. And, and even if that sweet, innocent girl is still alive, what are the chances she wasn’t kidnapped and God knows what else?"
She's out of breath. "Our families, friends — they died or were killed, and are now dead. Almost everyone we knew, Y/N. So how can you honestly tell me she,” and Lori points to her stomach, “will have a happy life? That my baby will have any semblance of a normal, safe life! Or that, that, that she’ll even survive long enough to make it out of diapers when the only way she will be able to tell someone that something is wrong is by crying, and putting herself and everyone else at risk!”
When she finally stops, she lowers her head to her knees and pulls at her hair, sobbing.
There are ideas and viewpoints floating around your head as something to respond with or comfort with, but nothing is coming together enough yet. Having been raised with fosters, you know without doubt life is never predictable and safe, even with the best-laid plans. Most importantly, you learned that no one’s life, absolutely no one’s life, is ever worthless or meaningless.
But the major thing that keeps repeating in your head is how Lori very clearly just called the new one “she.”
Before you can put that to words, Lori stumbles out of the hammock, stumbles and few yards forward, kneels, and gets sick.
Wiping your own tears, you kneel beside her, hold her hair back, and lightly massage her neck.
She first apologizes, then quickly spirals into putting herself down and panicking about how-awful-she-is-but-she-can’t-but-she-can’t, so you figure it’s a good time to interrupt.
“So. You thinkin’ you’ve got a girl in there?”
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Him
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“Did he read you the one where Science Dog becomes real?”
Because Carl did happen to read him that comic book, Daryl knew what that sentence meant. “Yeah.”
“That’s a fun episode! Oh, um, ‘issue,’ whatever the word is,” Y/N self-corrected. “Ain’t it just so— ‘miracle’ barely describes how well Carl is doin’.” She shifted in her spot and used her good arm to massage her bad side. “Hey, did Ricky mentioned how Carol was today?”
He shook his head. Y/N grinned.
“She was out first thing, came back last. She was vocal, outspoken about the search and where to go. Probably why she was about to fall out when she got back.” A nod. “It was really good, she didn’t seem so broken today.”
Daryl grunted. “Good. Should be.” He shifted on the mattress and tried to get comfortable again. Ouch.
“Hey, was you—um, were you—smokin’ out your window last night?” She asked the second part under her breath as if it were a big secret.
“Maybe.” Is my square gonna preach about smoking?
She nodded slowly and went to take another bite of food, but paused and lowered her fork. “Lori asked me to ask you. She, um, would’ve come herself, but she’s a mite sick. When you have a smoke, please tuck the butt in a tissue? Lori cleaned ’em up earlier when she saw them outside your window.”
“Why? Is Hershel one of them super-Baptists?”
“Daryl,” she murmured. “Please. We all gotta be on our best behavior so we don’t get kicked out as soon as you and Carl are better. He already wants us gone, you two being injured has been our savin’ grace. If, if Mr. Greene’s sees smoke butts, it might will be seen as another strike. Even as someone who smokes, do you like seein’ butts on the ground?”
He chewed. Swallowed. Grunted, “I’ll put ’em in a tissue.” After piling in another forkful, he hummed in appreciation and asked, “Who bagged the rabbit?” Been about a week since any meat.
“A snare got one. We cracked open one of them Foxfire books and set some up.” Y/N was sad about the rabbit, Daryl could tell. “Shane remembered most of the steps from Boy Scouts,” she detailed.
“He clean it, too?”
“Mm.”
“Didn’t cook tonight, too, did he?”
Carol usually made meals, but she’d hit the sack early. He’d last seen her at lunchtime (and Carol probably would have known how to cook rabbit meat a little better)
Y/N answered him with her mouth full. “He actually did, Shane and me.”
“No wonder it’s nasty.”
She made a psht in response, and then right as Daryl was taking a particularly big bite, chirped, “Then starve.”
He snarfed.
It hurt, but he hadn’t burst into a laugh like that in a while.
And in truth, he was really enjoying the food.
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later
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Another dream that he didn’t want hit him from out of nowhere, the same way Andrea’s bullet had.
Except, he didn’t feel disappointed when he woke up, he felt freaked out.
In the dream this time, Carol was kneeling on his bed, crying and reading the comic book. He didn’t know what to do and he couldn’t move. Then Carol kissed his cheek and asked him “Is this the one where Sophia becomes real again?”
When he woke up, he clawed his way to the window to have another smoke.
It took a lot in him to not holler out with a loud-ass cuss when he stubbed his toes on the dresser. It accidentally hurt his broken ribs and collarbone while trying to not fall over as a result. Lots of hushed cusses.
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Day...um…shit, right: Day 5 of being stuck in a damn bed
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Day 5 for him. Meaning it was either day 9 or 10 for Sophia.
Day 9 was the day he’d been hoping to not get to. And if it was actually day 10 for her…
It didn't matter the date, what he’d said about Sophia was still true. She was a smart kid, there are just a hell of a lot of hiding places where she could be holed up in. Farmhouses with open doors or windows, barns, empty businesses and buildings, even cars. As for food and water, wasn’t like there weren’t a creek, orchards and overrun gardens for miles around.
Here he was, still stuck in a damned bed while the twangy blonde lady waved that stupid, skinny flashlight in his eyes for the twentieth damned time!
Patricia clicked her tongue. “I get that cabin fever can make anybody get short, but irritability is one of them things that can pop up or get worse after a concussion, Daryl, so I ain’t too sure whether or not this is a change for you.”
I’d be fine if Sophia was back! Everything would be, bitch! “I’d be better if I wasn’t stuck in here.”
She took a moment. “Let’s check your balance again, then.”
He exhaled through his teeth and was enraged to find himself suddenly about to cry.
“If you can walk without tilting, we’ll both know you’re good to go,” the lady continued. “My friend, I ain’t trying to humble you, I want to see if you’ve improved enough.”
So, Daryl held the blanket over himself as he got himself out of bed and slowly stepped down the hallway. He tried to walk normal, got a little dizzy doing it. Not too much, but…
He didn’t quite hold back the tears of frustration.
Patricia must’ve felt sorry for him again, because she walked him back to the room, had him put on long pants and a shirt, then escorted him out to the porch barefoot.
“We should ought’ve brought you out here more regularly these past few days. Fresh air and sunlight can do wonders. Sit here awhile, then we’ll try a around the house.”
Her using a ‘should ought’ve’ made him think of Y/N.
Within a minute, Dale in his little On Golden Pond fisherman hat and T-Dog with a towel over his forehead saw him from their perch on top of the RV, and raised hands to wave at Daryl.
From the far left, he heard Y/N’s laughter along with Glenn’s and what was probably Baby Spice and the short-haired chick Maggie and the farm boy Jimmy’s. He stood up and — damn it, still wobbly and sore — made his way to the side of the porch to see what they were doing.
They were kicking a ball around, squealing like schoolkids.
Carl was sitting on the same tree stump that the gaggle of them had raced to last night, cheering and razzing off and on.
Seeing just, like…innocent shit like this was nice.
But, standing up made Daryl tired, and he (again) felt creepy watching them, so he shuffled back to the little bench right as Patricia was coming back outside carrying two glasses of sweet tea.
“Your two friends and Maggie got back from their search, sad as you can get. Jimmy and Beth did their own check around the pastures and the perimeter again, too. Have every day since you took those falls.” She took a sip of her drink. “Seems this kickball or soccer match, whatever they’re doing, this was their way of cheerin’ themselves up. Looks like it’s working. So long as none of y’all get hurt again, I’m happy.”
When Patricia eventually suggested it was time to try a walk around the house, Daryl did his best.
His best was shit, he was still unstable on his feet and couldn't use his arms much or breathe too deeply without it smarting.
Patricia was upbeat about it. “You have maybe a day or two left with your bandages, anyhow, Daryl. Let’s get you back to a chair, you look like you’re fixing to topple over.”
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later
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A loud knock and a face he hadn’t seen since the first day he was laid out in there woke him from yet another nap. So many naps! He kept needing more sleep.
“Heard you was still in the hole another day or two. Figured you could use more music to keep you from goin’ too stir crazy.” Shane handed him a cassette with a homemade label.
“This one’s from back in the day when we needed to make our own tapes so we could listen to the good stuff. I know my sister’s mp3 got a ton on it, but this one’s special. No need to skip around or charge it or plug nothin’ in.” Shane offered a flick of his hand in goodbye. “Alright, man, take it easy. Rest up.”
“Wait, how was Carol today?” Daryl called to him before he left the room.
Shane turned. He still had a slight limp from when he hurt his ankle. “Hangin’ in there. Went a little hard today and yesterday, but she seems to be in a real good place, believe it or not. Ain’t lost all hope, but she’s accepting what happened, if you get me.”
Daryl was pretty sure he got him. “Accepting her kid is gone?”
Shane’s stare was hard and felt to Daryl like a challenge. “Yeah, man, accepting that her kid is gone. We’re still goin’ out every day in the hopes we’re wrong, don’t misjudge me. And I want to be wrong, Daryl, I really do.” He licked his teeth and brushed a hand over his buzz cut. “It ain’t rocket science. That little girl is, in all likelihood, dead. Has been for days, you get that, right?”
Daryl was good at glaring contests. “I get it.”
“Look. I’m not out to be the asshole. I just don’t want none of us gettin’ ourselves killed over this. You and my sister could’ve got bit doin’ what you did at that house one week back, and in the process, she ripped her side back open and injured her shoulder worse than it ever was. And you?” He shook his head. “You almost died, Daryl.”
“It was worth it, jackass,” is not what Daryl intended to say, but that’s what he said. Daryl wasn’t planning on saying anything, in fact, because he knew he’d likely blow his cool and risk Dr. Farmer hearing it, and apparently the old guy was ready to chuck them off his land ASAP.
Y/N’s brother bowed his head and rubbed his neck. Didn’t say nothing for a solid…he didn’t know, minute, maybe? Felt awkward as hell, tell you what.
“Listen, dude, I know we ain’t buddies and all that,” Shane told him. “To be real, I didn’t trust you at all, especially when Y/N started going off and learnin’ to hunt with you. I thought you were some white trash tweaker who’d try to feel her up or worse, so I tailed y’all, spied on y’all the first three times you took her out, ready with my shotgun.”
…What the hell was this?
“But I’ve grown to respect you, and what you just said right there told me all I need to know. You’re a decent guy, Daryl.” Another rub of his newly buzzed hair. “Tell you what, I’ll come by tomorrow after the search, tell you what we find and where we looked.”
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Day 6 of being stuck in a damn bed.
You
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“Dude, you told him how you spied on us?”
“I was moved, Y/N, you should be proud of me,” Shane drawled, winking. “Said I’d tell him about the daily searches, so, today I did. Hey, and his balance was better today, might should be good to go the day after tomorrow. Oh,” he adds. “I lent him my mix tape as a peace offering, too.”
“Aw, romantic.”
He groans, and you twist a corner of your mouth in a tiny grin. “I’m just shocked he didn’t grunt back to you all intimidating with somethin’ like ‘I knew you was there, you was louder than a’…eh, I got nothing.”
Shane keeps the bit going, and does it pretty good, if you say so yourself! “‘Yeah, I knew you was there. Couldna been more damn obvious.’”
His copying of Daryl’s voice and mannerisms is so spot on that you crack up and clap your hands in delight.
Shane looks pleased. “That was a pretty good impression, just then, wasn’t it?”
“Alls you needed was to make it a ’lil more throaty, like a, like a, a grumpy tomcat,” you laugh.
He smiles, opening his mouth to make a funny comeback, then laughing instead. “I’ll have to practice.”
“Speakin’ of practice, can we call it?”
“Yeah, we can call it. Good work.”
Coo, practice is over. You’ve been having self-defense lessons every day the past few days, sometimes twice. Shane’s been wanted to restart teaching you ever since the incident with Ed Peletier seven-ish weeks ago. You could’ve called the sessions quits whenever, obviously, but it feels more satisfying when one’s instructor is satisfied and ends the lesson, right?
Also, Shane kinda needs that control over something — which sounds iffy, you know, you know.
But he’s been so much more like himself since the lessons started! And him instructing you in fighting is doing him good not only because it’s stroking his ego a little and shutting him up about his terrible Fort Benning idea. The lessons are helping offer him a sense of control and assuredness that he’s keeping his sister safe by helping her defend herself. That’s always been a thing for him. Call it a side-effect of having a beater in the house for the first several years of his life, maybe.
It’s a very fruitful side-effect, all things considered — today, stitches and achy shoulder combined, you bested him!
The only catch is that it…kinda involved his balls.
You still feel bad about it. It wasn’t you using practice-strength to simply get the upper hand and then stop, like practice is supposed to be. It was adrenaline/angry-at-and-his-egging-you-on strength. You fought dirty.
“Sorry again about whackin’ you below-the-belt.”
“No way, Y/N, don’t be,” he brushes off. “Don’t feel bad for doin’ what you’re supposed to do. Especially if it’s a man you need to fight off, which is why we’re doing this — you need to fight dirty. So,” he clears his throat, “if you can go for the giblets, go for ’em.” (Grandma Jean referred to genitals as ‘giblets.’) “That’s how you got the drop on me — and that’s what I wanted! You did good, got that?”
“Just — check tomorrow and, and the day after in case you got bruised testes, okay?”
“Don’t call them ‘testes’… weirdo…” he trails off and makes a face. Then, he stands and helps you up. “My boys are fine, I’m sure. Ankle’s hanging in there, too. How are you holdin’ up? Didn’t overdo it, right?”
“Nope, I feel good! And I’m so happy about tomorrow.”
His smile is polite, but not quite reaching his eyes. “Ready to attend Sunday dinner in the house tomorrow night?”
You press your hands together and make a little skip as you walk. “Do you think it means Mr. Greene’s comin’ around, too?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
Wet blanket, much? “Grumpy we didn’t risk our necks to visit the jarheads at Fort Benning?”
“Y/N.”
“That was mean, sorry.” Your choice of phrasing was rude, that is, not the sentiment. Shane hadn’t mentioned the military base in a few days, so you’d hoped he’d dropped it. Places with the military, feds, even FEMA, those places had turned out badly, especially if you were a civilian. And you along with your Mama were wary of places like even before what happened to Atlanta.
Miles and miles away from the city as you were when it happened had given you a front-row seat to when it happened, when it got firebombed. It was like watching the Twin Towers collapse over again, expect this time it wasn’t on a TV screen, and the sounds of it happening in real time had been loud enough to reach you. The pops, the rumbling. Then there’s the memory of Carl’s face when he saw it all clear as day before you finally reacted, covered his ears and blocked his view.
This place, this farm, this is the safest place right now. It has good people, shelter, protection, space, food. Probably would be the safest place around for a long time if your brother group didn’t mess things up. Carl needs it, Lori and the new baby need this place.
And with the fact that your brother had been planning to leave the group, you’re worried sick that he’ll change his mind, split and leave you behind, or worse, get you all thrown off the land. If Shane didn’t take the property by force OH my gosh, why the fuck did you just think that, bitch? How could you think that about him? Stupid, stupid idiot girl!
Looking at your brother, you see him staring across the lawn to where Otis’ memorial lays. His thousand-yard stare is back. Poor Shaney. You look away so as to not be, you know, staring at him, but when he breathes out heavily after a few long moments, you turn to look.
His nose twitches before he blinks rapidly and shakes his head a little, rubs his buzz cut, and puts his hands on his belt.
“I know you don’t like the idea, but Fort Benning the smart decision,” your brother declares, doing that thing where he looks in too many directions. “The military is equipped, at least, and they’re trained how to handle things. It’s smart to seek that out.”
Whether it’s because you’re amped after being victorious at practice or because you’re freaked out after thinking something so cruel about your own brother (that he’d take over this place by force??), as you make your statement in response, you imagine it as you pulling the pin from a grenade and chucking it.
“Is that why the powers at be did what they did to Atlanta? Because they were so trained?” The pause you make, as you watch the words connect in Shane’s mind, is the time delay before the grenade’s fuse ignites and explodes. “Or maybe killing civilians or even their own was always a possibility in their eyes. The ends, of course, justifyin’ the means.”
He licks his teeth before running a hand over his mouth. “You’re really goin’ there, Y/N? Do not go there.”
But this has been festering too long. He needs to hear it and understand it. You love him. And he’s gonna have a whole lot else to deal with once Lori’s news gets out — it’s going to be messy. So this Fort Benning stuff has to go.
“But Shane, that would’ve been us with not just Mama, but Carl, Lori, and maybe even a comatose Rick if, if what happened—” your voice rises at the memory. “If what w-went on hadn’t happened, made us wait.”
If your mother hadn’t been killed, you two wouldn’t have found her dead and walking, which had revealed that she must have caught the illness before she died. And if you two didn’t find her dead and walking, you and Shane wouldn’t have quarantined, instead would’ve gotten Rick out of the hospital a day earlier and gone together with your mother and the Grimes to the city. Which means that she would’ve started showing symptoms on the road, and that the rest of you would’ve not only possibly caught it but would have possibly spread it.
Shane knows all of this, he knows it, which is why you only voiced a small part of it.
But instead of Shane standing before you with his hands on his hips…you begin to see the man you don’t recognize again. The one that’s been showing up more and more, the one that’s scary and coldly pragmatic. The one that seems like he’s about to lose control, he’s back. He’s standing where your brother was, and he’s very, very angry.
“Y/N, now, you listen good.” The man’s finger points straight at you and he gets too close to your face. When you step backward, he��s right on you. “We would’ve still been stuck outside the city limits, the wait to get in was over a day long.” With his finger, he jabs at your sternum, hard, and does it again with every hissed question.
“You remember that part?” — “The reason we were stuck in that line of cars that went on for miles?” — “Remember that?” —
You can’t think. You can’t move. The best you can manage is a stuttered “Sh-Shane—” because inside your head is nothing but white noise.
A strong, rough, sustained pinch on your collarbone and his yell of “—I asked: do you understand?” is the only reason you remember to nod as you stare at the ground and steady yourself from tripping backward.
“What happened in Atlanta was a shit show, an absolute shit show and what happened there was a disgrace, hard stop.” He spits, “but you know what? It don’t mean it was like that everywhere else—is that fair for me to reckon, uppity bitch?”
The insult doesn’t have time to sink in because he starts gesturing at his head, then yours, then his again, banging his hand against his head, then clapping his hand against your temple, hard, and now you can' think, he's too close, he’s too close, why is he so close, why does he keep hurting m— “Does that make sense, Y/N? Does that make sense to you?”
It’s not until he tugs you by your shirt and slowly shouts in your ear, “Y/N, I asked you a question: Does that make sense?” that you remember to nod again.
Your throat seizes up, so you swallow and hold your breath.
“Don’t bring up what happened with our mother again,” he orders, letting you go with a slight shove. “She was sick, we didn’t catch it, and we’d have been stuck outside that city either way.”
The man then leaves. You just stand there.
There’s no feeling of relief that he’s left you alone. Your hands are tingly, but you’re otherwise uncertain how you feel other than stupid and sick to your stomach. No, really, you might lose your supper.
You begin to walk in whatever direction, step by step, wiping the tears as they fall and trying to ignore the loud refrain in your head of stupid, stupid girl that interplays with all the noise of what did you do and why didn’t you and why did he and why would he and how could he as well a louder WHO WAS THAT?
Because it sure as hell wasn’t Shane. It can’t have been Shane, Shane’s not that.
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The short-haired chick came into his room looking all rattled and asking if Y/N was in there. Woke him up from a nap (so many damn naps), too, what the hell?
He quietly croaked back,“Does it look like she’s in here?” and closed his eyes to try and get back to sleeping.
“I figured she…”
Whatever it was Maggie figured, she didn’t say nothing more, she mumbled “sorry,” and closed the door again.
Was…was everything okay?
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Footsteps and light panting sound behind you, bringing you back down to earth.
Before dread can kick in at full blast, you recognize who’s behind you even before you hear his voice calling your name, and it is a relief to know he’s there. He’ll know how to fix this. He’ll know what to do.
But what if he saw? What if he’s not the only one?
A water cooler of shame gets dumped over your head like you’ve just failed big at something. Your throat tightens again.
You idiot. You stupid, stupid girl.
Not turning your head much because your eyes are probably red, you at least control the shake in your voice. “H-Hi, Mr. Horvath, what’s up?”
“Kiddo. What just happened?”
“What do you mean?” Might as well stall when you don’t know how to say it. Maybe Dale only saw Shane looking huffy, maybe he didn’t see or hear any of what just happened and maybe, just maybe, you’re being overly dramatic about what happened. He's your brother, siblings sometimes smack each other around a little, it's not like he punched you. See, that would've been bad...
And it’s just as well you don’t know what to say back, because after hearing a door clack open then shut, you peek to see not only Dale standing before you, but Margaret, jogging from the back of the house in your direction?
She calls your name — and is holding the book you’d lent to Jimmy! Thank God, honest fodder to stall from answering Dale.
“Did Jimmy finish it?” you ask lightly.
But Maggie looks unsettled. “I grabbed this on my way downstairs as an excuse when I saw what was happenin’.”
Oh, no. Y/N, you stupid, stupid girl.
“What did I just see your brother doing?”
Stupid, stupid girl.
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Hi! May I request reaction/headcanons for TXT ?
TXT members reactions when someone is jokingly asking you two (member and the reader) when the wedding is !
Love your blog xx
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt reaction to jokes about your wedding
notes: txt had their comeback and so did i lmao. but fr thank u for being so patient!! ily
genre: fluff, crack
tw: light swearing
"so.... when's the wedding?"
❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗
◦ immediately starts grinning like a mad man. would honestly marry you tomorrow (by together) if he could. instantly puts an arm around you and pulls you close. the thought of marrying you makes him so warm and fuzzy inside. he thinks about marrying you at least five times a day, so it's very reassuring that other people can see how in love y'all are. he won't let go of you for the rest of the day, and will be wayyyy more clingy than usual. would probably turn into a cocky shit and start teasing you about it too poor y/n
❥˗ˏˋsoobin´ˎ˗
◦ mf freezes up as soon as the sentence leaves taehyun's mouth. accidentally becomes very awkward, but he doesn't know how else to act. he never thought about it before, but now that it's been said out loud, he realises that he definitely wants to marry you. and that realisation makes him spiral. do you want to marry him? would you say no? what if you said yes? was taehyun being serious? the thought of marrying you gives him butterflies, and he gets all giggly just thinking about it. definitely over thinks about it for the rest of the week, even though poor taehyun was only joking.
❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu´ˎ˗
◦ instantly makes a joke like 'eww why would i marry y/n' but deep down he's absolutely screaming crying throwing up. he's been wanting to propose ever since he met you so he's literally over the moon rn. as soon as you guys are alone, he takes your hands and lets you know that he was only joking and that he's actually extremely in love with you and definitely wants to marry you someday, preferably next week. as soon as you tell him that the feeling is mutual, he literally feels as if his heart is gonna pop out of his chest. i mean, cmon, might as well get married now then.
❥˗ˏˋtaehyun´ˎ˗
◦ just like beomgyu, makes a joke about it (more like roasts the shit outta you) but deep down has major butterflies. if you start blushing, he'll absolutely tease you for the next hour or so, even though he actually finds it super endearing. won't tell you, but seeing you react like that makes his heart soar because it's confirmation that there's a possibility of you also wanting to marry him. very neutral with his facial expressions, but is absolutely freaking out on the inside.
❥˗ˏˋkai ´ˎ˗
◦ poor guy almost had a heart attack. he was like 'wait y/n we're getting married and you didn't tell me???'. took him a min to realise that it was a joke,,, but then he lowkey wishes it wasn't. however, he doesn't know how to react so he just ignores it lmao. however, as soon as you start bringing up the joke in private he immediately blushes and gets all embarrassed. is super excited though, absolutely loves the idea of marrying you and then adopting a kitten (or five) together.
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WITH YOU [7] OPERATION MERLE, OPERATION LAUNDRY
Daryl Dixon x OC (Charlie Reed)
Summary: Together with Rick comes more problems. When the group leaves to find Merle Dixon, Charlie finds out she's not meant to be a housewife and gets herself into trouble.
Warnings: language, violence
Song: Power Little Mix
A/N: Hello! This bad boy took me a while...I'm glad that I can post it finally. Like I said, I'm watching season 10 and I'm already writing chapters to that season. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one and see you tomorrow
DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD
Charlie was standing next to Glenn, her arm around his shoulders patting it from time to time. He was standing with crossed arms, holding his tears as two men were clearly destroying his car.
"Look at them," he said. "Vultures," Glenn whispered. "Yeah, go on, strip it clean."
"Generators need every drop of fuel they can get. Got no power without it," said Dale and shook his head. "Sorry, Glenn."
"Thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days." Asian boy said.
Charlie bit her lips and nodded, trying not to burst out laughing. "Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday."
They turned their heads to the sound of a car. Shane was back from his trip to the lake. That was probably the furthest he left the camp, and today he wanted to leave it more than any day, because of the unexpected comeback.
"Water's here y'all!" Shane called. " Just a reminder to boil before use."
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The sun was high on the horizon, shining bright as no cloud could be seen on the sky. Amidst the hustle and bustle of survivors going about their tasks, Charlie knelt next to a little girl, offering her a bottle filled with water that Shane brought earlier that day.
"Here you go, Sophia."
"Thanks," she smiled up.
"So, Sophia, tell me more about your life before all this craziness," Charlie said. "Carl always brags about what he was doing before."
"There's nothing to talk about," she shrugged, looking away.
"What were you doing for summer breaks? Any favorite games? Cartoons?"
"I don't know."
"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"It's just...I'm different than Carl," she said.
Charlie reaches out, squeezing Sophia's hand gently, her expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes. "It's okay. Everyone is different."
"I guess," she nodded.
"Hey, guys! What are you up to?"
"Just talking and resting. Join us,"
Carl plopped down beside them, his energy infectious. "You're doing exercises?"
"Yes, she does. So should you," Charlie said and gave him his book.
"Why? The world ended, there's no school, right?"
"Just do it, Carl."
Her eyes moved to Sophia's movements with a mixture of admiration and sorrow. Despite the harsh realities of their world, Sophia persevered, her determination evident in every stretch and bend. She was so obedient and calm, doing whatever she was told. Meanwhile, Carl's energetic antics contrasted sharply with Sophia's focused demeanor. He joked and laughed, his carefree attitude a stark reminder of the innocence they had lost.
"Do you want to hear a joke?" Carl's question was addressed to the little girl. "What do you call a walker with no legs? A crawler!"
He chuckled at his own joke, but Charlie's expression darkened, her brow furrowing in annoyance. "Seriously, Carl? Jokes about walkers right now?"
"Carl," Sophia gasped. "Show some respect. Those were people once."
Carl's grin faltered, realizing his mistake. "I just wanted to make you smile. I know it's hard around here."
"It's not just about what you meant, Carl," Charlie said. "It's about how you think. We're living in a world where every day is a struggle for survival, and you're making jokes about the dead."
Carl's face fell, his guilt evident, so he didn't say anything but turned around and walked away.
The group was scattered across the clearing, each engrossed in their own tasks. Despite the ever-present threat of danger, there was an air of cautious optimism that permeated the camp, a stubborn refusal to surrender to despair in the face of overwhelming odds. And then, in an instant, everything changed. Everyone's attention was turned towards the woods and their hearts stopped at the sudden scream "Mom!"
"Carl!" Lori screamed and began running towards the source of the noise.
The little boy ran into her spread arms and she hugged him, before examining if he had any scratches.
The rest of the group walked past them to see the horrific picture. All of them were armed in case there was something dangerous. And there was. Dead deer with three arrows in it, but the most disgusting sight was a Walker. It was kneeling and eating the deer.
Charlie grimaced her face because besides that it looked like it was from a horror movie, and the smell was even worse. Her heart started beating faster as fear overcame her lowly. She wasn't safe here anymore. None of them were.
The creature got up as it felt fresher meat, still alive with hot blood in it. He turned to them and started to move towards them. But they were quicker, simply cutting it head.
"It's the first one we've had up here," said Dale. "They never come this far up the mountain."
"Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's why," replied Jim, and hairs raised on her neck.
They heard rustling in the bushes and everyone was expecting more of the Walkers coming from behind them. So all the men got ready, holding up their weapons.
Daryl.
He looked surprised, with squirrels around his body. Dixon didn't expect to see all his camp waiting for him like that, so he stopped. His brows furrowed as he saw the deer with half insides gone.
"Son of a bitch." he cursed. "That's my deer. Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" he was yelling and kicking the dead, rotten, headless body.
"Calm down, son," said Dale. "That's not helping."
"What do you know about it, old man?" he raised his head and walked to Dale. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go to On Golden Pond?" he asked and then turned around pointing at the animal. "I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed-up part right here?" he asked, looking at the damage that Walker did.
"I would not risk that," replied Shane.
"That's a damn shame," he said. "I got some squirrel, about dozen or so. That'll have to do." Daryl looked at Shane who nodded his head at that.
Then the head started to move its jaw, eyes moving in search of somewhere to eat.
"Oh, God," said Amy, holding herself from vomiting.
"Come on, people." huffed Daryl. "What the hell? It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?" he asked while shooting the Walker dead.
"Well he's already angry," said Charlie, when Daryl was gone. "Good luck," she whispered looking at Rick.
Daryl Dixon was going to the camp, looking for his brother. He was already angry, so telling him about Merle would be a clear shot in the knee. Charlie felt sorry for whoever would have to tell him.
Stupid Walker that killed that deer...
"Merle? Merle! Get your ugly ass out here. Got us some squirrel. Let's stew 'em up."
Charlie was looking at him and guilt washed over her. She once had brothers too, and she was close with them once, too. She wasn't supposed to do it, it was not her job. But when she saw him looking around, waiting for his brother to show up and say something stupid, she felt sorry for him. Glenn's words echoed in her head.
"Daryl." Charlie walked up to him before anyone else could. She stood in front of him and lightly touched his shoulder. "Hey." She smiled and tried to look as honest as she could.
He was looking at her with furrowed brows. Not sure why she was touching him, talking to him, and smiling like this at him.
"We need to talk," she said.
"About what?"
"Merle," she said, still looking for the right words. "There was a, uh...tiny itty bitty problem in Atlanta."
"Is he dead?" he asked immediately.
"We're not sure," she answered.
"He either is or he ain't." Daryl raised his voice, clearly angry.
"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Rick made his presence known.
"Who are you?" Daryl furrowed his brows.
"Rick Grimes."
"Rick Grimes." Daryl mimicked the way that a cop said his name. "You got somethin' you wanna tell me?"
"Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Rick explained. "He's still there."
"Hold on, let me process this." Daryl turned back to Rick and made a few steps. "You're saying that you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!"
"Yeah," Rick said.
Daryl launched his sting of squirrels and attempted to tackle Rick. Shane got involved by shoving Daryl from the side and knocking him down, where Dixon gripped his knife and got back up. Grimes caught Hunter's arm while the other cop grabbed him behind and dragged Daryl backward.
"You best let me go!"
"Nah, I think it's better if I don't," replied Shane.
"Chokehold's illegal!" Daryl groaned as his air access was limited.
"Hey, file a complaint," said Shane, strengthening his grip, who was still fidgeting. "Come on now, we can keep this up all day."
"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic," said Rick, looking Daryl in the face. "Do you think we can manage that? Do you think we can manage that?"
Shane forcefully let Daryl go, as he panted heavily.
"What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others," said Rick.
"It's not Rick's fault," interjected T-Dog, who saw the scene as he came back with the wood. "I had the key. I dropped it."
"You couldn't pick it up?" asked annoyed Daryl, still panting for air.
"Well, I dropped it in a drain."
"If it supposed to make me feel better, it don't," he said as he finally got up.
"Maybe this will," said T-Dog. "Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get him...With a padlock."
"It's gotta count for something," added Rick.
"Hell with all y'all!" Daryl yelled and wiped his face to not show tears. "Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him."
"He'll show you," said Charlie, looking at Rick. She couldn't care less about Merle, but seeing Daryl who was usually cold and never showed any emotions, was something that just moved her head."Isn't that right?"
They were sitting around the fire, cooking the squirrels that Daryl prepared. He was angry and his moves were nervous, but apparently there was a person in the camp that couldn't cope with his emotions even more.
"Could you just throw me a bone here, man?" They all heard Shane's voice as he followed Rick. "Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?"
"Hey, choose your words more carefully," said Daryl.
"No, I did. Douchebag's what I meant." Shane answered Daryl's comment. "Merle Dixon...The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying out of thirst."
"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me." Rick shook his head. "I can't let a man die of thirst...Me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being." he explained.
"So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?" asked Lori in a skeptical tone.
Charlie could see how mad she was and how annoyed Rick made her. Minutes ago she was so happy that her husband was back and then, suddenly when he didn't want to do what she told him, she just stamped her feet.
Rick, on the other hand, turned to look at Glenn. He knew what he wanted without even telling. Asian boy closed his eyes.
"Oh, come on."
"You know the way," said Rick. "You've been there before...In and out, no problem. You said so yourself." Rick tried to convince Glenn. "It's not fair of me to ask, I know that...but I feel a lot better with you along. I know she would too."
And Glenn sighed, looking at Charlie by the corner of his eyes. She sighed heavily.
"That's just great," said Shane. "Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?"
"Four," said T-Dog.
"My day just gets better and better, don't it?" asked Daryl, who was focused on cleaning his bows.
"You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's crazy cracker ass?" asked T-Dog, annoyed by Daryl's comment.
Archer didn't even look at the man. "Why you?"
"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."
"That's four," said Dale.
"It's not just four." Shane snapped back. "You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick." he turned to his friend. "Come on, you saw that Walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we've got. We need them here. We need them to protect the camp."
"It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns," argued Rick.
"Right, the guns." gasped Glenn and everyone's attention turned to him.
"Wait, what guns?" Shane asked.
"Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left," answered Rick. "I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up."
Shane's eyes light up at the information. His posture changed. From being defensive and angry, he relaxed.
"Ammo?"
"Seven hundred rounds, assorted."
"You went to hell to find us. You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?" said Lori, who saw that she was losing Shane too.
"Dad, I don't want you to go," said Carl.
"To hell with the guns. Shane's right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of our lives, even with guns thrown in." Lori said again, getting up as she saw that Rick still hadn't changed his mind. "Tell me. Make me understand." she huffed.
"I owe that debt to a man I met and his little boy," he said. "Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him."
"What's stopping you?" she asked.
"The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer." Rick said, a little ashamed that he lost something so precious.
"These are our walkies?" Shane asked.
"Yeah."
"So use the CB. What's wrong with that?" Andrea made her idea known.
"The CB's fine," Shane said. "It's the walkies that suck. They're crap. Date back to the '70s, don't match any other bandwidth, not even scanners in our cars."
"I need that bag." he almost whispered to Lori, then he kneeled before his son. "Okay?"
Carl nodded.
"All right."
Daryl was already ready, waiting for a sign so he could get in the car and go find his brother. He was still angry, but the hope that they would find him made him a little bit calmer.
So Charlie walked up to him and leaned on the hood of the car. He gave her not the nicest looks, but softened a little when he realized it was her.
"Be careful, okay?" she asked.
"Why?"
"Because your brother is just not worth it," she answered. "You think he would do it for you?" she asked but didn't get the answer. "You have to come back here in one piece alive."
He looked at her suspiciously. "So I can bring back Rick Grimes and you lover boy?"
"No," she answered. "I mean yes. I mean no." she furrowed her eyebrows herself. "What I mean is...just come back. All three of you, okay?"
He shrugged.
Something warm spread through his body, making him feel bad that he snapped at her. At the end of the day, she was the one who came up with the idea of sending Rick with him to find Merle.
He watched her back as she was walking away from him.
Charlie huffed as she felt her trousers getting wet and her arm going numb from washing someone's shirt. She absolutely hated the situation and honestly would like to be in Atlanta, saving Merle Dixon, but no...she was here, playing housewife.
"Can someone explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?" she asked throwing the garment into the water.
"The world ended," said Amy. "Didn't you get the memo?" she smiled at her friend.
"It's just the way it is." Carol shrugged, focusing on her task. "But I do miss my Maytag." she smiled at Charlie.
"I miss my Benz, my sat nav," said Andrea.
"I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey." Jacquie closed her eyes as if she tried to feel the coffee on her tongue.
"My computer...And texting." sighed Amy.
"I miss my bathtub," said Charlie. "And I miss my Louboutins."
She sighed.
"I miss my vibrator," Andrea confessed.
"Oh!" Jacquie gave her a surprised look.
"Oh, my God." Amy gasped.
They all burst out laughing after quiet and shy Carol looked behind her and said: Me, too. It was the first time they talked like that together.
But the fun didn't last long as Ed approached them and killed the light atmosphere with his presence. "What's so funny?"
Oh, how Charlie hated this man. He was disgusting and thought he deserved everything, just because he's a man. She would kill him in his sleep if she was in Carol's place.
"Just swapping war stories, Ed," said Andrea. "Problem, Ed?"
"Nothing that concerns you," Ed answered rudely. "And you ought to focus on your work. This ain't no comedy club."
Charlie rolled her eyes, not feeling like a housewife even more.
"Ed, tell you what..." she got up and looked at him. "If you don't like how your laundry is done, you're welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here." She threw a wet shirt at him.
"Ain't my job, missy," he said and threw the shirt at her.
Amy was quick to put an arm on her friend's shoulder. "Charlie, don't."
"What is your job, Ed?" Charlie asked anyway. She wasn't afraid of him."Sitting on your ass smoking cigarettes?"
"Well, it sure as hell ain't listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch." said Ed straight into her face and turned to Carol. "Tell you what...come on, let's go."
"I don't think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed." Andrea stepped in.
"And I say it's none of your business," he said and once again turned to Carol. "Come on now. You heard me."
"Carol." Andrea looked at their friend.
"Andrea, please. It doesn't matter." Carol whispered.
"Hey, don't think I won't knock you on your ass just cause you're some college-educated cooze, all right" Ed threatened Andrea and she gasped at his insult. "Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later."
"So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed? Yeah, we've seen them." Jacquie said, entering the discussion.
"Stay out of this. Now come on!" Ed snapped. "You know what? This ain't none of y'all's business. You don't want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now, I'm done talking. Come on."
Carol started following her husband, but Charlie stepped in front of her. "No, no. Carol, you don't have..."
"You don't tell me what! I tell you what!" Ed screamed and pushed Charlie to the side.
Carol was taken. aback at how strong the slap was, but she couldn't focus on that as she saw Charlie was hit too.
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"it should hopefully buy us a bit more time." 👀? this is not the first time (ha!) that the idea of 'buying time' has come up this season. just food for thought.
may bringing her boyfriend darius by as a surprise, her parents not knowing who to expect, thinking she was bringing a friend or a roommate but instead she brought her partner.
"no, this is all wrong. you've got Schipp International sitting next to ZenithPro. / the donors are seated exactly as you asked, sir. i wrote down all your instructions verbatim. / welp, you must have heard wrong. we all make mistakes, just put RevitaThon next to Post-Everest and we should be fine." schipp/ship, right by zenith? the seating charts being wrong and needing tweaking. revitathon- like, revived, revitalized, rescued, brought back, made new again next to POST-EVEREST. as in, just beyond the mountain peak. or, in storytelling terms, the climax. the ship (buddie) can't be at its zenith (peak, glory days, its brightest) just yet. just move the buddie comeback/revival to right after the big plot climax and we should be fine. Y'ALL. THIS IS IT. especially after that very loaded dialogue from karen in tomorrow, about the programmers "finding the exact right series of maneuvers to make the robots do exactly what we want them to do" and "we need to make sure every single piece of this mission is in perfect shape to give it the best chance of success."
"what are you waiting for? just fix it." us, lol!
"i fantasied about it so many times, you have no idea. but this time i think my subconscious actually made it happen." manifestingggggg
"i'm just saying, i thought we were past the whole keeping secrets phase."
"sometimes talking about your dreams makes it seem all too real. sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality." this paired with earlier lines from animal instincts, "probably knew it'd make for a good cover. smart kid" and "sometimes half the thrill is thinking you're getting away with it." y'all.
"no idea. he's not spilling, i don't feel like pushing."
"i can't believe we're doing this. i know. we're finally about to live our fantasy. this is gonna be so much better than a plane. everybody does a plane. this is legend." you Cannot tell me these lines aren't the writers getting hyped about being able to say they made buddie happen, how groundbreaking it would be. this happening, overhead but hidden and out of sight, while the firefam talks about first kisses? and secret crushes? and said first kisses making you realize you've been looking for love in all the wrong places, and ignoring the perfectly good option that was right under your nose, because you'd just never considered it before? yeah, no, this was loud. especially combined with a line from earlier this season that was something like "we've been working on this mission for five years now. if we don't do something big, we'll get left behind."
"that sounds traumatizing. / illuminating, actually. i realized i was kissing the wrong suarez. his sister martina was more my speed." just like how eddie was originally written for the girl buckley sibling, but the writers + jen realized her brother buck was more his speed?
"i don't know why i tell you guys anything."
"keep young people too distracted to see what's really there." i'm incredibly iffy/hesitant on including this one, considering who said it 😬😬😬😬😬 i highly doubt it's foreshadowing, and that scene/plot was about may & darius & athena, and important social commentary on incels, above all else. i only mention this line bc when i was going through the script it reminded me that there's been a general theme so far this season in terms of weird one-off dialogue lines referring to buying time, element of surprise, paying attention, distractions, secrets, etc. i don't think it's all a coincidence, not with this show. not when the season pilot was literally titled "let the games begin." nope.
"listen, may, fantasy or not, there's no room for error in these situations."
"great. so we lost the element of surprise, too." you guys i cannot begin to explain how much this made me go 👀🚨🛑🧨⁉️ ESPECIALLY after an earlier dialogue line this season where maddie said "you just learned how the element of surprise can shift a listeners focus and make them pay attention"
"he knows that his options are running out real soon."
"-roll cold. no lights, no sirens." secrecy, and element of surprise, AGAIN
"i understand. not everyone's built for my pace." not everyone's willing to stay tuned for this slow of a burn, and i think they get that, but they're not willing to compromise on their storytelling and rush things just to satisfy the audience. this is a good thing!
"so how long are we gonna be able to convince ourselves that this is a sustainable way to live? / as long as we need to. when the right dream house presents itself, we'll know. but in the meantime, this is a pretty great fantasy, too." LMFAO this one is pretty self explanatory. when the time comes, we'll know, but in the meantime this is still a good story. this is especially juicy paired with all the back and forth re: buck, and happiness, and when you're "truly at ease," you'll know.
"so how long do you plan on standing guard out here? just until they get inside."
"all those milestones start to seem like a stupid fantasy. / looks like that fantasy's turning into a reality. how's that feel? / pretty damn good." you guys. it's happening.
"bobby: with everything may and darius have been through, i don't mind waiting for dinner, but how much longer? (does this not sound like us, talking about buddie and the shooting and the will?) athena: i think they're almost done." (‼️‼️‼️)
"there is nothing quite like being young and in love. or just in love." we ended the episode on "in-love". and not young love, either- stable, mature, deep, true, adult love. hm.
all this, in one episode. y'all this ep was fucking loud.
#it's coming and it's going to be soon and it's going to be when we least expect it#911#911 meta#911 spec#911 speculation#buddie
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A ticklish massage
A ticklish massage
request: could you write something with lee!leeseo and ler!yujin where yujin finds out leeseo is ticklish and teases her? thank you very much!!
-> So, I finally got to write it! I'm SO SORRY because it took so long 😭
But it's my first time writing for a girlgroup and my first time writing or with Y/n. Hope you like it tho <3
Ler: Yujin
Lee: Leeseo
Group: IVE
Tw: massage
Genre: This fiction is about tickling, so if you don't feel like reading it then don't do it.
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It was so stressing. What? Everything! Just everything! Okay, Leeseo loved it, the working with the girls, the fans and IVE's new comeback but... it was so stressing.
So she was stressed. Exhausted. Too much. This day Leeseo just layed down on her bed hoping to be able to relax a bit. As she laid herself on her side, she groaned of pain.
Leeseo's body hurt so much from her hard work.
Well, and because she wasn't the quietest in expressing her pain, Yujin -who was walking in front of her room through the appartment- heard her.
She opened the door and stuck her head in Leeseo's Room.
"Hey. Everything allright, Leeseo-yah?" she asked, looking worried.
"Yeah.. kinda... I'm just a bit ...my body hurts." Leeseo answered and turned around, that she layed on her back.
"Ohhh I see." Yujin answered. "Can I come in?" she then asked.
"Sure" Leeseo said and Yujin stepped in. She closed the door and sat on the bed, right next to her bandmate.
"Can I ... help you somehow? Maybe I could give you a massage?" Yujin offered.
"Ohh my Yujin, I love you. Rhat would be angelic!" Leeseo said, clearly happy about her friends offer.
"Okay great, then turn around and lay on your stomach, please" Leeseo's new massager said.
Said Leeseo did what the other wanted and started to relax as Yujin slowly and deeply massaged her shoulders. Leeseo groaned a bit because it kinda hurt, but it felt great at the same time.
But Leeseo was also a bit worried bcz she knew how... well, sensitive, she was. And Yujin came closer to her ... sensitive areas. Suddenly the imagined scenario of Leeseo's brain came true..
Yujin digged into her victims upper, back ribs and the poor girl shrieked surprised and embarassed.
"What, what was that? Did I just hurt you?" Yujin asked worried.
"Nono, I'm fine" Leeseo said, maybe a bit tooo quick.
A little smirk appeared and Yujins face when she moved her fingers to that spot again.
She poke her new found victim once, then twice.
"Yujiin!!" Leeseo whined. She was trying her best to not giggle.
"What, girl? I'm not doing anything! You asked for this massage, remember?" Yujin said in hee extra-sweet voice.
She sounded mischievous...
Leeseo then felt ten long nails softly scratching over her lower back and sides. She wiggled to the sides as a refex and let out some tiny giggles.
"Aww, gurl are you perhaps ticklish?" Yujin asked sweetly.
"Obviously yes~" she teased and kept softly tickling her friend.
"Yujin stoohop" Leeseo begged weakly, but her mean friend didn't want to.
"Nu-uh~ I'm having fun... And You're too, obviously ~"
"I'm nooohohoht stoop now please!!"
"But you're being too cute! Your little weak wiggles and giggles make you seem too enjoy it~"
"I can't hehelp!!"
"But I can~"
And with that, Yujin sqeezed her friend's exposed sides softly.
Said friend explodes in a fit of happy giggles and squirmed more than before. A LOT more~
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Well, we can say that it was a long, ticklish, but enjoyable massage for Leeseo.
After this, she didn't feel down at all :)
Hey, Hope y'all liked it.. I Know I'm not really good these times bcz I am so stressed and I'm just getting worse, but I really tried my best... And I kept it so long, i felt sorry... I am writing this at 11:05 pm, I am studying while writing this, I need to get up tomorrow at 6am... Still some time left to study, right :,)
And sorry, I didn't find the post with the request..
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My computer keeps crashing so whoever requested this here it is.
sorry, it's taking me so long to write and respond to yall's requests life's been shitty. Anyways enjoy this one and the edit. It is one of my favorite Aespa ones.
Warnings: cussing, kissing, hate
Genre: Fluff with a little bit of angst.
Prompt: The 5th member is cold towards winter and winter ends up injured so the 5th member takes care of her and then they catch feelings.
Being the 5th member of a K-pop group that was already established isn't easy. It doesn't help that you are American. The Korean fans that followed Aespa were furious. You went viral for the wrong reasons, making you mad at everyone, especially your members.
You had people that admire you for what you've been through. You've tried to think about the positive comments but the negatives are louder. It's hard to ignore negative comments when they involve your family.
The company didn't do anything to stop the hate. You thought that you were only put into this group to make them go viral but they didn't care how you go viral.
The members try to get you to open up to them but you're just always in your head. So they don't bother and make you even madder about the whole situation. You talked to them when you had to. You didn't go out of your way to talk to them.
Winter is an introvert and so are you. She thinks you would get along together well. She tried to approach you by herself but you always had a look on your face like you didn't want company so she just went her ways.
You didn't know why you were colder towards Winter. You knew deep down why but you just didn't want to say it out loud.
That's till one day, y'all were practicing for y'alls comeback when Winter slipped and twisted her ankle.
"Ouch! Crap!" Winter said while cradling her ankle. The choreographer runs over to winter and asks her where it hurts. Winter then points at her ankle and says "I think I twisted my ankle."
You run over to her and ask "Can you walk or put pressure on it?" You crouched down and put your hand on her shoulder. She said "No I don't think so. I can try."
"Ok. Put your arm around me and I'll help you." You said. She put her around your shoulders and you put your arm around her waist and helped her up. "Alright try to put some weight on it." You said while still holding onto her waist.
"Ouch! I can't put any weight on it." Winter said. "Ok. Y/n since you're the strongest out of all of us here carry her up to y'alls dorm and set her down. If the pain gets worse by tomorrow we will take her to the hospital. Girls, we will call it a day so go get some rest. " Manager Unnie said.
The members were so surprised that you were taking care of Winter. Winter knew that you were the coldest to her so did the members and now they think it's because you secretly liked her.
You picked Winter in bridal style. "Girls, will you get Winter and I stuff?" You asked the rest of the members. "Ya sure thing Y/n. We got y'alls stuff. You go ahead and get Winter into bed." Karina said.
You walked out of the room and went straight for the elevator that leads up to y'alls dorm. You push the elevator with Winters uninjured foot and get into the elevator.
Winter had her head leaned into you. Winter was thinking about why all of the sudden why you were being nice to them all of the sudden. You could sense that she was thinking that so you said "I'm sorry for being cold to all of you. Especially you. I think one of the reasons why I was being cold to you all is that I didn't want y'all to have to be a burden to me when I get the most hate out of y'all. I don't want y'all to get more hate."
"Y/n look at me," Winter said as she lifted her head. You looked down at her. "You wouldn't be a burden to us. We know how much hate you get and we care about your mental health. We don't care about much hate. I don't want you to think that talking to us about your problems is a burden. We are a team as long as you want to be. Share your problems with us or just with one of us. We can wait till you are ready to share."
You had tears in your eyes because you just realized how fucked up you were for not talking to them about stuff. Winter realized that you were crying and said "Oh Y/n. You've been holding all of this hate on your shoulders for a while. Lets us have some."
She caressed your cheek and wiped the tear off of your cheek. The elevator opened and you said, "Let's get you to bed."
You let Winter put her fingerprint in because you had your hands full. "Y/n. I need to shower." Winter said when you walked in.
"Oh yeah. Do... uh... Do you need my help or do you think you can hop in there with one foot?" You asked while blushing thinking about Winter in the shower.
"Hmm. No, I think I can hop in there. Can you just turn the shower on for me and get me and towel?" She asked you while blushing.
"Ya sure. I'll set you down on your bed and then I'll turn on the shower for you and get you a towel." You said. You sat her on the bed and went into the bathroom and got her a towel and turned on the shower.
You went back to her and got her a towel and said "Here you go. I'll get out of your hair once I see your ankle."
She had spandex under her sweatpants so she just took off her sweatpants. You couched in front of her and told her to lift up her leg. She did and you tried to look at her ankle only but your eyes failed you looked at her thighs. She noticed took and blushed. You looked at her and noticed that you'd been caught looking at her like that.
You gained the confidence to look back at her ankle and it was turning purple and getting more swollen so you kissed her ankle. She blushed and laughed.
"You know for as long as I've known you, you've been nothing but cold to me but now I know you are just a romantic. Now let me go shower." Winter said.
You got up and said, "Yes ma'am." You saluted her like a soldier. "You are such a dork too," Winter said. You walked out of the door and shut it and leaned up against it and smiled.
You waited by the door until the shower turned off. You waited just to make sure Winter didn't fall or trip in the shower. "Y/n!" Winter shouted.
You opened up her door and said "Yes?" "Will you help me out of the shower? It is wet on the tile and I don't want to slip." She asked.
"uhh. Yeah." You said and opened up the bathroom door with your eyes close just be sure. "Y/n you can open your eyes. The towel is wrapped around me." Winter said while laughing.
"Oh ok. Put your arms around my neck." You said. She put her arms around your neck and you put your arms under her legs. You carried her bridal style again and put her back on her bed.
You leave her to let her get dressed. She calls out for you to tell you that she's dressed. You walked back to her and lift her back up again to put her back on her headrest.
You grabbed some extra pillows and lifted up her injured ankle to put the pillows under her ankle. You got some ice and wrapped up in a rag and put it on her ankle. "You comfortable?" You asked.
"Yes," Winter said while watching your every move. She realized right now that she has feelings for you. She blushes at that. You look up at her while she's blushing and ask "Why are so flustered?"
You smiled while looking at her like she is the moon. "Ummm. Nothing. I was just thinking about you."
"Oh yeah? Why were you thinking about me?" You asked while leaning in closer to her while looking at her lips.
"Because I just realized that I have feelings for you." She said while looking away. You grabbed her chin to look at you and said "Look at me while you say that."
"I like you Y/n." She said while looking at your lips. You lean in and kiss her. You smiled into the kiss and pull back to look at her.
She smiles and says "I'm guessing that means you like me too?"
"Oh shut up." You say. You kiss her again while holding her face in your hands.
You stop to get air and say "You should rest. I'll go take a shower before I go to relax."
"Ok. Hurry back," she says. "Always." You kiss her on her cheek.
You take a quick shower and come back to Winter's room and see her passed out.
You laugh and take a picture but you don't realize that your phone ringer is on it makes a sound when you take a picture and it wakes up Winter.
"Did you just take a picture of me sleeping?" She asked.
"Maybe." You smiled and walked to the bed. "Do you need anything else?" You asked.
"No. All I need is for you to cuddle me."
"I can do that."
You get on the bed and open up your arms for her to lay her head on your chest. "You need to be nicer to the girls after this. They are worried about you." Winter said.
"I know. I will but for right now you just rest. I'll be here for you when you wake up." You said and kissed the crown of her head.
A/n: Sorry if this is shitty.
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tomorrow is bonedo comeback day also ro work day y'all better wait for me to get home pirate the mv and gif them
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an academic comeback ( 〃．．)
I had a quite unproductive week, I only made like two pages of notes and watched a few movies 'for uni' (they were great, I really am choosing a movie for one of my projects tho hahah). I had a 50km bicycle trip with my mom which with my condition (the lack of it) was quite wild (I made it though!) and had an alright easter family gathering. But I spent a lot of quality time with my closest family too ♡
Today I visited my uni's library for the first time (quite embarrassing) and~ it gave me some motivation to study again. I would come back there after my classes but I'm already meeting with my friends. But it's open at weekends too so maybe I'll come tomorrow, I need some books that aren't available online anyway and I don't wanna carry them with me all day today.
I hope y'all will have a great weekend ! 🤎
#studyblr#uniblr#diaryblr#studyspo#study inspo#aesthetic#my pics#moodboard#psychology student#psych student#uni life#daily life
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My Person: SKZ
Word Count: 1.4k
Felix x Reader (gender neutral)
Summary: “You are my person Lee Felix.” Ahhhh >.< sweetness and fluff and a bit of angst if you squint. You profess your love to Felix, a very busy man. Hopefully he can stop time just this once, only enough for you to tell him you love him.
Masterlist!
SKZ Masterlist!
a/n: This is such a sweet piece and it's based off a couple songs from Luxid’s new piano album: Canvas! This album was so sweet, you guys should really listen to it! This fic particularly is based on the songs, Romance, First Love and Flower Petals (in that order!). Please go give the album some love and this piece as well, Felix deserves all the love we can give him! Enjoy y'all!! <3
Canvas Album
All you could hear were steady breaths and the crunch of snow underneath your boots and his. Tonight was the first night you two had settled a time for a proper date in a while. Felix had a busy comeback season and between his hectic schedule and yours with trying to finish your last year of college, dates had been put on the backburner. Although a bit late to be out at 10pm, the night had calmed down, the snow had stopped and everyone was fast asleep on this Monday night. Felix had canceled dinner with Changbin and Seungmin to be with you. You postponed some final work and decided it could wait for tomorrow. Everything was calm and you felt so light holding Felix’s warm hand in your pocket.
“Are you cold baby?” Felix’s voice cut through your thoughts and you smiled sweetly at him.
“Not as long as I’m with you.” He blushed and groaned in embarrassment.
“Your antics are too cheeky!” Felix covered his eyes with his gloved free hand jokingly and peeked at you with a grin. You just laughed and said, “I’m never cheeky! What do you mean?”
“Aghhh! You’re too cute for me.” Felix dropped his hand and pulled you closer to him, letting go of your hand and eliciting a whine from you. He put his glove back on and pulled you under his arm. The slow pace you two were walking at allowed for you to lean your head against his padded shoulder. “Aish, Felix, I think you are too cute for me.” You whispered.
The breeze died down and the cold wind no longer bothered you, but you stayed close in Felix’s embrace. The warm food you two had earlier had settled and now all you felt was contentedness in your love’s arms.
Suddenly you felt you had to say something to Felix, to express how happy he has made you feel. Felix has occupied your thoughts all day lately, truly bringing you a sense of joy in your life and making you want to be a better person and partner for him and yourself. You turned your head to Felix and studied his eyelashes and freckles in the streetlight. His delicate features made you feel like you didn’t deserve such a fairy-like being as your best friend, but you would try to make him happy nonetheless. Felix made you feel like you were home, and you had to say so.
“Y/n-”
“Felix?”
You two stopped and stared at each other for a minute and then laughed.
“You go first, I insist.” You patted his chest and snuggled in closer.
“Ah, but that would be rude, I want to know what you want to say first.” Felix giggled.
“It’s okay baby, you can go first, mine isn’t that important.” You broke from his side and stopped to lightly embrace him from the front. Making direct eye contact made him giggle and you smiled widely, swooning in his happiness. “Okay go.”
Felix chuckled, but this time a bit nervous and it made him blush more when he saw how pretty you smiling at him was. He cleared his throat and shook his head, as if to shake off his nervousness.
“Baby, come on- what’s up? Why are you a bit nervous?” You gently asked him and your smile slightly faltered.
Felix looked into your eyes for a second and instantly was brought back to the moment he met you, at a busy coffee shop but still patient enough to help him pick up some work he had dropped. You looked divine that day (and everytime he saw you after!) and he was immediately enraptured in your kind eyes and calm aura. Your voice was like honey to his ears, making him imagine a sunny day and pretty white flowers swaying in the wind.
Felix instantly relaxed in your embrace at the thought of the tranquility you had brought into his life. It felt like a truly rainbow type of connection that connected the two of you together. His sweetness and your tranquility blended to make a perfectly soft but perfect picture of love. He didn’t know what to do with so much love but he knew he wanted to keep it.
“Felix?” You snapped him out of his thoughts and he blinked.
“Ah- yea. Y/n.” Felix brought you closer to him and closed the gap between you and him. “I just- Aish. How do I say this-” Felix stuttered over his words and could barely look into your eyes.
“Love? Is everything okay? Is there a problem with me?” You hesitantly asked and your face changed from a smile to a nervous look.
“No! Of course not, you’re perfect. You’re divine, too good in fact, for me. No, no problem at all. I couldn’t imagine anything every being wrong with yo-”
“Then spit it out Lee Yongbok.” You squeezed his sides. “You’re making me worried.”
“O.K. Um, Y/n, can we talk about our future? Like, what do you want to do to keep going?”
Felix huffed and shakily took another breath. You blinked and processed the question.
“What do you mean?”
“Agh, sorry I’m not good with words.”
“No, I’m just a bit confused. It’s okay baby.”
“I kind of meant that like, you know. I like you a lot.” You nodded and he nodded back. “And, um, I just want to keep spending more time with you. Not like this. I don’t want to hide in the dark, or see you only once every two weeks. I want to learn so much more about you and what makes you happy.” Felix poured all the love he could into his eyes when he looked at you.
“The company is letting us move out. We did so well on our last album, and it's been so long, JYP suggested we can move out if we’d like. It’s a big move for us and well, I thought now would be the perfect time to ask about us. I feel like we have something more than just a casual date or two. I want it to be more, and I hope you do too.”
You blinked and processed all that your partner had told you. You blushed and chuckled.
“Lee Felix, I thought you were going to suggest we stop seeing each other!” You playfully hit his chest and laughed more. “Felix I swear to god, I really was so worried about you. But I think that my answer for you is that you, Lee Felix, Lee Yongbok, my baby, my love, are my person.”
Felix’s face lit up and he jumped around with you in his arms, both of you laughing blissfully.
“Felix! I’m- not- done- yet!” You squealed and he instantly stopped and cleared his throat. “Sorry jagi.”
“I truly haven’t felt this happy since I first adopted my dog. Lee Felix, you are my perfect match and honestly, I love you.” You smiled and his smile was as wide as you’d ever seen it. Felix hadn’t felt this happy since you agreed to go on your first date with him. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“So, would you do me the honors of moving in with me? I can let you pick the place, I don’t care, I just- I want to be with you more and be there for you more. Let’s adopt a cat, like Lino-hyung! Let’s make brownies together and watch tv late at night. I don’t care!” He laughed and jumped in your arms some more.
“Yes. Yes! Yes, always.” You jumped with him and Felix almost slipped from an icey spot in the snow. Even though he easily could have held onto you, he fell backwards in the soft snow and took you in his arms. The both of you caught your breath and saw your icy breath in the air.
“I love you Felix.”
“I love you so much Y/n. You are my person too.” You snuggled deep into his neck and he held you as tenderly as he could with the layers of your puffy coats separating you from his chest. You looked at him, only inches away from his face and you placed a tender kiss on his lips before he giggled and kissed you again, with a deep conviction that he’d kiss you forever if he could. You giggled in his kiss and the both of you were a giggling mess before getting up and slowly walking back home in each other's arms, snow covering your backs and all.
#felix#straykids#lovestay#skz felix#skz fic#skz x reader#fluff#bang chan#leeknow#changbin#hyunjin#han#jisung#seungmin#I.N#jeongin#skz#stray kids#you make straykids stay#felix x reader#take care out there!
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Hey you know in one of these ask you told me to get up after being worried about transfers and all.
If anyone can do this it’s Ney, he can make a comeback, he has to, he really doesn’t have a option
I know it’s not the best point of the career but it’s Ney he has to comeback
He has to win 2026 World Cup it’s his turn he can’t miss that
hey, anon! thank you for your support! <3
i always do my best to help people and it's so good to read this, it is so good and comforting to know that people are willing to help me too. seriously, thank you :)
i'm more calm today than yesterday. but i'm trying not to think much about it, tbh. everytime i remember that it is actually real, i feel horrible. neymar is very important to me. i know y'all know how much i care for him and how much i've been vocal about my worries about his future. so when the news happened, i got a bit desperate and hopeless.
the pain will get less brutal as the time progresses and ofc i don't want him without walking properly in his 40s, i want him to be healthy and strong first and foremost. and then coming back to win everything he deserves.
but what hurts the most is that it all could have been avoided. how many times did i say it here? that he was playing in pain, that his injury was on going. and every time i think about it i get even more mad :')
but well, i'll get better eventually. tomorrow is therapy day and my therapist have a lot of work to do :') <3
#the tears just came back while answering this ask#sorry people but i can't it still hurts so much#and i'll try to be positive but i'm still so heartbroken#thank god tomorrow we have therapy#neymar jr#neymar#psg#anon <3#asks
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i hope for a comfortable night at the end of your day (jan 07, 2022)
According to the Tumblr Year in Review thingie, I posted 236 times in 2022--and I didn't even make my account until March-ish! I should either celebrate or go touch grass. Joke's on you, though, because I pet plants all the time when I age-regress. Don't ask about the cactus experiences, please! /lh
OMGOMG LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT
My recent music obsession has been "La Loto" by Tini, Becky G, and Anitta! I can always trust Tini to come out with weirdly replayable songs, (ex: "Fantasi" and "22") and this is no exception. Becky G, especially, sounds great--her flow is a last-minute energy boost, full of unexpected vitriol, that makes me want to go back and see what she's been doing since "Shower" (which was THE middle school song btw). The beat squeaks under the pressure of their dominating presences, and I just feel so good about myself while listening to this one (and maybe, just maybe, pretending I could perform this track the way these three do).
Ily:1, my rookies of the year for 2022, just had a comeback! I did not know it was going to happen, but Spotify let me know the day of. Right now, "Secret Recipe" is taking up most of my attention--I don't mind their hyper-cutesy affectations here, because the chorus is just so precious. I'm sure I'll get around to listening to the title track, "Twinkle, Twinkle," again at some point, though!
I'm only two songs into the Moonbin & Sanha album (I KEEP TELLING Y'ALL I'M SLOW AND THIS IS WHAT I MEAN), but they're both fantastic, sleek and midnight-black in tone. The prechorus of "Madness" inexplicably reminds me of that one song, "Timber," that used to play at every middle school party, and, even more inexplicably, that makes "Madness" quite appealing to me. (Better than "Timber," anyway. That song could use a whole lot less Pitbull.)
Okay, I'll be done with talking about music for now--I'm mostly just catching up on 2021 songs right now, anyway! My brother got me to watch the recent Coffeezilla videos about Jake Paul, which were my introduction to the channel, so my recent YouTube life has mostly been a spiral into the depths of Coffeezilla's videography--I'm learning more than I ever wanted to know about manipulative sales tactics (the "Save the Kids" series, in particular, is fascinating)!
I'm also in the middle of Taejiu's "HIT is the best song you forgot about," only because I was reminded of "Miroh" by Stray Kids while watching and stopped to go listen to that and then couldn't stop listening to "Miroh" and then forgot to come back to finish the video. (Stray Kids does that to a guy!) As someone who has been trying to get into Seventeen for forever, this video is an exciting place to start--maybe I'll be able to check off the "get into astro and/or svt" bingo square only a few days into the new year!
Will I Do Anything Interesting Tomorrow?
I'm taking my youngest sibling out for ice cream--there's a place in our neighborhood that we used to visit all the time back when I lived at home, so I wanted to take them once before I leave the state again for college! Otherwise, I'll just be resting (hoping to get a nap in, since I missed out on naps for both Friday & today) from all the social events I've had in the past few days. I'm so happy to be able to see my friends from home after months of only texts and calls, but it's a lot of pressure for my already-not-great physical state :( I'll plan to spend most of the day curled up in bed, listening to audiobooks, to make up for all the energy expended!
Quote of the Day
Are you sure they're speaking German? Because I could have sworn I just heard them say "hamburger."
-- me
BUT UPDATE HAMBURGER IS ACTUALLY A WORD IN GERMAN
BUT ALSO THAT PERSON WAS JUST SPEAKING GIBBERISH IT WAS NOT ACTUALLY GERMAN
AND ALSO HAMBURGER IN GERMAN DOESN'T MEAN THE SAME THING AS HAMBURGER IN ENGLISH
SO
IDK THAT'S IT
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First, we have a pink sky through my car window! Pink is my favorite color :) Second is my cat in his little nest of toys, and third is a snake ring my family bought for me!
#title is a quote from txt's sweet dreams on youtube!#six keeps on running#tini#ily:1#astro#coffeezilla#taejiu
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March 6, 2010
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NZ -> Singapore.
so, i was on the plane today. well, we all were. (we're in singapore now!). and being that we were sitting in business class, there were a lot of business men just hanging out, shipping champagne and laughing at things that i don't really understand. so, this business man is hanging with his other business friend and they're wearing the exact same outfit... only business man #2 is wearing his grey slacks so tight and high on his waist that his balls are like suffocating. and i can see this happening. like his pants are not leaving any room for my imagination. not that i would've wanted to imagine it in the first place. the worst part is that he is just standing right there, in my direct eyeline and i can't. stop. looking. it was a train wreck of manly horror.
maybe i should've just said something. honestly, i kinda felt like i had a right to. what a sight it was, you guys. i wish you all could've been there.
in other news... haha... this tour has honestly done a million wonders for me. being in all these places and meeting people who live half a world (literally) away from where we're from. it's such a blessing to play these shows and see all of you out here.
japan was incredible. from the shows, to the dinners and shopping trips, the sight seeing. we were able to work with our original promoter - from the first trip we ever took over there. so the whole thing just felt like one big party.
being able to play soundwave festival for the first time could not have been any better. our sideshows ruled. youmeatsix are always a blast to hang with... and the festivals were. massive. thanks to everyone who stood under the blistering sun all day to hang with us. i thought i would die on stage in perth. we made it though. honestly, i still don't get how zac puts on those shows and makes it all the way through playing as hard as he does. metal as hell, y'all.
i have to say, new zealand just about takes the cake. we had never been there, though, so maybe that's what it is. our friend rowan, from the jury & the saints, took us around to all of his favorite spots and some of us even stayed over at his place to watch movies and climb trees. you guys, i climbed the highest tree ever... i would show you the pics but i went swimming in the ocean with my blackberry - which has since died - and that's where all the photo proof is.
(SIDE NOTE: Anne Hathaway is absolutely stunning, kill me.)
and now, here we are in Singapore for the first time! we were greeted by some crazy fans at the airport. sometimes it makes me so sad when we can't stay and hang. if we had a van and were in charge of driving it.. we'd make our own schedule. unfortunately, we get driven all over the place by folks that actually know where they're going in all these cities. so they make the rules. hahah, it's probably a good idea. we used to get lost every day touring in our van. anyways, i can't wait to just be on stage tomorrow and see how these shows are gonna go down. bet it will be unbelievable.
i gotta run. think i'm gonna bug jeremy.
love you guys so much.
ps. we saw so many of our friends over the past week... and we want you to listen to em and know how awesome they are. Here ya goooo - youmeatsix, The Jury & The Saints, Alexisonfire, Comeback Kid, Set Your Goals, Sunny Day Real Estate. there are plenty more but i'll save them for another time!
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iKON - HOLUP SINOSIJAK & DUMB & DUMBER 2016 MELON MUSIC AWARDS Reaction
This whole video was my reaction tbh omg I feel so emo now
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Hiii!! I just wanted to say I hope you're doing well ❤ also (not a gif related thing but just omg) have you been keeping up with segno? Because I am destroyeeedddd
I had some pretty bad pains today but doing better now, thank you for asking~~ ahahaha, yes, i have. and. i am not okay. that is all i have to say about it
#but seriously#i am so impressed by it???like how much they prepared for these three days is seriously outstanding plus the comeback they're having#is just mindblowing to me they're so dedicated to their careers and their fans i'm seriously impressed#also minki cries at the end of every concert and it breaks my heart but show time emotime is almost over y'all#jr literally threw me into the dirt and just left me there since friday and his six pack of today is just---#i have like 15+ photos plus fancams of him in i hate you i can't wait for the slogans to come out so he can see them huhuhu#baekho's blonde hair also isn't as bad as i thought? thank you pledis stylists and dampend with the silver it's a really cool look on him#aron oh sweet sweet aron keeps on saying sorry at each concert and cried so hard yesterday i was about to fly to korea but im sorta broke#i heard he'll be ok by comeback so he can perfom but i don't want him to hurt himself again but i want him to perform with nu'est as well#i am just confused really#minhyun's universe stage is so fcking fantastic idk why the entire of korea doesn't know it yet#the dance is so fast and so slick and so pretty minhyun does it so well as expected from our main rapper as well#i'm hoping to actually see minhyun cry tomorrow though i'll miss out on that concert since i have work to do but i really want him to#talk about how he feels and i want him to freely cry andlaugh and enjoy the time with loves because it's now permanent#he danced snsd weirdly though jkgnfkgf he looked like he was tryign to squash a roach#i have nothing to say about i hate you and paradise because apparently now it's okay for jr and ren to hump beds and grind on floors no than#k you#i was hoping for a triple kill you know? like paradise i hate you and feels but i think no love would be okay after that so no thanks again#ask#anon#anonask
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hi how are you guys i’m struggling through this asian american studies paper at the moment so just wanted to drop in and see how you lovely petals are ((((((((((((((:
#it's due at 4:39 PM tomorrow#the class starts at 4:40 AHAHAH#but yeah#tell me abt ur days#what's your favorite song atm#excited for christmas?#any comebacks y'all are digging????#emsblabs#i'm at lvl31 on pocket camp#if you have one let's be friends :D
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