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optimist-pine · 19 days

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Granny

Summary: You and Daryl have a secret confusing love language of insults

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,236

Era: Seasons 1-5(ish), The quarry - Alexandria

It had started shortly after your first encounter with Mr. Dixon. Simply a passing (slightly pointed) comment - nothing more - as some of you gathered around the fire that night.

Dale stands near the flames, removing a whistling pot from the heat. "Anybody want a cup of tea? Kettle's hot."

"Why dun'cha ask granny over there?" Daryl suggests, nodding towards you with a snigger. Merle's not around tonight, and so it seems he's found a way to create a bit of entertainment.

Your head snaps up when you realize you're the butt of the joke, hands stilling as you set down your work. A crochet hook or knitting needles find their way into your hands as often as that damn crossbow ends up in his; usually when it's too late in the evening to be doing anything else. "You know what? I would love a cup of tea. Thank you, Dale." You reply, taking the steaming mug that's passed to you with a smile that melts into a pointed glare the second Daryl's eyes meet yours.

The corner of his mouth twitches mischievously. "Somebody get out tha' fancy china an' the biscuits an' we'll have ourselves a real tea party." He's prodding the coals with a stick, and in the darkness, the slope of his shoulders brings to mind the image of a caveman. The thought amuses you.

You nod your head, contemplating. "Hmm... I'd be down for that. In fact, I have a feeling we might even be in the presence of a tea party expert." You say knowingly. Sophia and Carol sit cuddled up to your right, and the little girl looks curiously up at you, cradling a well-loved teddy bear. You turn to the child, lowering your voice. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about tea parties, would you?"

She curls into herself a little, shyly. But at her mother's gentle urging, she nods her head, a tiny smile appearing on her face.

You clap your hands together. "It's settled then! Tomorrow we shall have a tea party." The last part is aimed at Daryl - you feel proud of yourself, but the confused look on his face makes you question why. It's like you've taken his accusation as a challenge to prove just how grandmotherly you can be, and funnily enough, he's probably right. You're actually looking forward to hanging out with Sophia tomorrow; she's a pretty cool kid.

Carol tuts softly. "After school." She adds.

"After school." You agree, shooting Sophia a conspiratorial wink.

Every time Daryl spots you working with your yarn he can't resist the urge to tease you about it. Maybe it's because you take every jest in good humor, or maybe it's because you always have a quick, witty comeback. He's never quite figured it out, but somehow it's become a staple of your interactions. Even though so much has changed, he's oddly glad that this hasn't.

One night, in the dead of winter, as the wind howls through gaps in the window frames you get an ornery glint in your eye. Daryl's already found your behavior suspicious, whatever current yarn project you've been committed to hasn't made a single appearance the entire evening. And the way you keep glancing at him almost nervously is... unsettling.

When he looks up again you're walking towards him, hands tucked behind your back, trying so hard to look casual that it doesn't take long before all eyes are on you. You stop in front of him and promptly shove a box in his face. No, not just a box. It's a present, wrapped perfectly in polka-dotted gift wrap with a glittery bow to top it all off.

He stares back at you, wondering what punchline he's missed.

You roll your eyes. "It's a gift, Daryl."

"Why?" He asks. He'd trust you with his life any day, but right now - with that box - he absolutely does not.

"Well, why don'tcha just open it and find out?" You taunt, shaking the present just a smidge.

He takes the box, feeling awkward and clumsy as he tears away the paper. Having never opened a present before - at least nothing like this that is - feelings of stupidity and excitement and pressure blend within him.

He dumps the object into his palm. It's cool and smooth to the touch; a black mug with white writing that says "World's Crankiest Grandpa".

You're trying so hard to withhold from laughing that your face is turning pink.

"Think ya could get yer money back on this one?" He asks, spinning the cup around to critique it.

You slap his arm lightly. "Ah, Dixon, you're no fun."

"She might'a hit the nail on the head there." Rick chuckles.

You sit back down, finally pulling out your yarn like all is now right in the world. "Ah, I found it a couple days ago. Couldn't resist. S'pecially not after the dream I had where you were yellin' at the walkers to 'git offa yer damn lawn'..." You shudder. "Took me a bit to get that one outta my head."

That earns quite a few laughs from the rest of the group. Once again, you've managed to lift the mood of those around you. It seems to be a habit of yours.

He turns the mug over and over again, running his thumb across the letters. He knows it's only a gag gift, but he's not blind to the effort that went into it. And it's not an exaggeration to say that this silly mug is by far the most thoughtful gift he's ever received.

He hangs onto that mug, using it proudly every day. Of course, it garners the occasional question from the new folks, but he doesn't mind. Soon enough he's got a matching handmade hat, scarf, and gloves as proof of your continuing love for the grandmotherly hobby.

When the prison falls he misses those gifts severely.

But then, Alexandria. The day he comes across you there on the porch in a creaky rocking chair, with your cup of steaming tea and a ball of yarn, the once-familiar urge to say something a little stupid and a lot annoying takes over.

He stoops down and leans in. "Where's yer glasses at, old lady?"

You wave your hand to shoo him away. "Ah, git yer muddy boots off'a my porch ya ol' geezer." You nag, the smile you're trying to hide peeking out like a sun ray from behind storm clouds. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, clomping down the steps. But it's not like he's trying to hide his own smile or anything... Not at all.

When he returns home that evening, there, sitting on the end of his bed, is a small box. It's perfectly wrapped in paper that's covered in birds and trees, encircled with a pristinely hand-tied bow. He can't deny the flutter of excitement as he plops down to unwrap it. It's like Deja Vu, the coffee mug tumbling into his palm. This time it's white with black lettering that reads "I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's my ankle".

With a snort he falls back onto the bed, letting old memories wash away the burdens of the day. However he can, whatever it takes, he'll hold onto the hope that you'll both end up old and gray and worn someday - together.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd season 1 #twd season 2 #twd season 3 #twd season 4 #twd season 5 #optimist pine

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thecagedsong · 2 years

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Look, book-Sophie's arc is dear and personal. Because she is an eldest sister, and so much of that is to her advantage in the story. She knows how to quell tantrums and knows how to run a shop and knows how to clean and make a home worth living in. The story would be infinitely sadder if Sophie was one of those "not like other girls" who couldn't cook or clean. Sophie knows that loneliness is the worst, leading her to talk to Calcifer enough that she knows how to break Howl's spell. Being bossy enough to get small children to stop fighting lets her deal with Howl and Calcifer's moods. Being unwilling to burden other people led her to talking to things, which is the essence of her magic! She acts like this because she's the oldest and knows how to take care of other people's hurts without them feeling like they have to take care of her. People can depend on her.

Sophie knows how to make a home from the start because she's the eldest and has been helping for ages. It's a great and wonderful thing that she knows all this!

What's terrible is when she think that it was all useless. She's cursed and her sisters are busy courting, her stepmom got married and sold the shop, no one in the town she grew up in recognizes her, the wizard she lives with can't stop whining about her cleaning to figure out she's bespelled and could really use some help, and she's right back at her father's shop a month after leaving.

But it wasn't useless! She and Howl just didn't have the communication skills to get her to know that. Her sisters are desperate with worry! They ask everyone, even Horrible Howl that eats young girl's hearts, for help in finding her! They have a reward posted for any information about her! Her step mother recognizes her almost on sight! Her sisters run to her the second they see her. They love her and their lives have been less without her. The skills she used to build up a home in the moving castle is one of the reasons Howl, Calcifer, and Michael love her and trust her with Howl's heart and Calcifer's life. Howl is actively returning the care she put into their home by consulting all his wizard friends about her curse to get to the bottom of it. (and is too busy to actually be courting anyone) Being nosy and bossy let Sophie see other worlds and get her the adventure she has never believed herself capable of.

That's what it actually means to be the eldest daughter.

Her manta "Of course I failed, I'm the eldest of three!" both pulls the reader to identify what is being constructed and deconstructed, the role of elder sisters and puts the reader in the odd position of thinking "what a self-aware fantasy character!" and "what a stupid thing to let stop you!"

One of Sophia's main internal struggles is about a fear of failure because the world tells her she's going to fail. Then she fails and immediately goes to the conclusion "the world was right, I am a failure for this arbitrary, uncontrollable trait."

Sophia escapes this mantra for the first time when she's old and is like "well, who cares what they have to say now. I'm old and earned the right to do as I please". The thoughts come back through, the way messages telling of hardship and failure always do, but she doesn't let it stop her anymore, not like it did the first months of the book. Why?

Because what being the eldest daughter actually means is cleaning up messes because no one else is going to clean yours and your siblings are too young to clean up theirs.

Sophie is pulled into plot points almost exclusively by the need to clean up her mess or help someone else. Gotta protect Lettie from Howl catching her heart and breaking it! Gotta help Michael with the spell! Gotta free Calcifer who can't break his own curse! Gotta help the poor dogman that hates Howl! Gotta help Miss Angorian, even though she's a beautiful lying manstealer! Gotta kick Howl out of his despressive spirals! Also gotta help Howl by blackening his name before the King (no one said helping couldn't be fun).

Ironically, the very trait the world told her would make her unsuccessful was crucial to her success. She's scared to fail like everyone has said she would, but she doesn't stop trying to help people anyway, in her eldest daughter way, and she succeeds in the end and rewrites fate. I love her.

#howl's moving castle #sophie hatter #howl jenkins #sisters #eldest daughter #eldest of three

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Frozen Hearts?

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request: "Hi um..this is my first time asking and I don't know if your taking requests but I was wondering if you could do a Daryl and the reader get into a heated argument about how the reader went missing for a couple of days while on a run and Daryl goes after them but can't find them so he thinks that the same thing happened to them like the same thing happened to Sophia (if that makes any sense?) And after a couple days after Daryl lits a building on fire for some reason? And reader comes stumbling out of the building and Daryl sees that and the listener is just trying to get away from the fire and Daryl just grabs them and drags them away. Then he throws them on the ground and starts to yell at them and the listener starts to yell back and you could choose the rest :D Thank you!! ^^" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: You get lost on a run, due to a herd of walkers overrunning the small town you and your group went to. Daryl spends days outside, searching for you. When he does find you, it comes to a heated argument…

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff - walkers, fire, injuries, angst, fluff

Set in Season 9!

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: Ahhhh, I love thiiis! Hope you like it as well, nonny! 🥰 Thanks for requesting! 😁

Quick note: I know, it's unlikely for wood to burn, when there's snow outside and so on, but ahhh, it just fit so well... Sorry, I hope you guys don't mind!

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl (Tell me, if I should stop tagging you in my Daryl fics, boo! I promise, I won't be mad! x) @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni

If you want to be added to my Daryl taglist, please let me know! 😊

MASTERLIST

The wind howled around the houses of Alexandria. It was going to be a few hard months, everyone could tell. There wasn't much time left before the start of the winter. About one or two weeks - according to Eugene. So, the goal was to get as much supplies as somehow possible, in order to get everyone through those cold months ahead. Everybody helped as best as possible - including you. Together with a few other citizens from Alexandria, you went on a run to gather some more medical stuff. There was a small town - about a day ride away from the community. Daryl had found it on a hunt a few weeks ago. The town was in the forest, rather hidden, so you hoped it was most widely untouched.

Leading a group of three people, you made your way to the said town in the planned time slot. It took you almost exactly 24 hours. Together, you had searched for a safe place to stay the night. Everything went smoothly. Even the break in of the abandoned doctor's office. But once you all had made it out alive and well, everything went south on a sudden. Seemingly out of nowhere, a big herd of walkers - probably about 30 or 40 literally overran the town. There were too many of them and too less of you to fight them off, and in between all the panic and trouble, you got separated from the group...

Daryl didn't come often to Alexandria these days. He spent the most time out in the woods, still searching for Rick and trying to somehow get over his grief. It wasn't that easy, though. Alexandria just reminded him even more of his lost brother, so he didn't turn up a lot. But when he paid the community a visit, then because of one reason... You. You two knew each other since the prison and grew incredibly close over the time and all the shitty, horrible things you experienced together with your family.

This time he walked through the steel gates of Alexandria, it was the same reason as always... You.

The archer greeted everyone he saw on his way, until he reached your small, cosy house. Just as he wanted to knock at the door, his actions got interrupted by a voice behind him. "She isn't here, Daryl." Michonne. Word had spread fast, that the archer was back in the community. He spun around to face his friend. "What ya mean, she ain't here?" Michonne took a deep breath and stepped closer, pulling the winter coat she wore ever tighter. It was freezing. "Y/N went out on a run three days ago. Things went south. A large herd of walkers overran the small town you found and-" Daryl felt how his heart beat increased, pumping more blood through his veins. "She dead?" He asked dryly, tears already starting to build up in his eyes. Daryl lost his brother... He couldn't lose you, too. But to his sheer relief, shook Michonne her head. "No... Just missing. We hope she isn't dead, but... We don't know. Two people of her group came back and told us." "Did you search for 'er?" The leader of Alexandria squeezed her eyes shut and began to slowly shake her head. "We wanted, but like you see, it already started to snow. Eugene's weather forecast wasn't exactly correct. A snow storm is coming - and we both know it'd be too dangerous to go out there now. I'm sorry." Daryl clenched his teeth, felt how anger started to flood his system. Snow storm or not. It was no excuse to just leave you out there alone with dozens of walkers and other threats. "For you." Daryl simply said, before he rushed past Michonne. "Daryl! You can't go out there now! Especially not alone!" He adjusted his poncho and tapped the side of his right thigh to let Dog know he should follow him - which the dog immediately did out course. "You can't stop me! I ain't sittin' here around 'n lettin' Y/N out there alone, jus' because of a little bit snow." Michonne tried to argue with the archer, but it was no use of course. Daryl didn't listen to another word his friend said, slung his crossbow back over his shoulder and marched straight for the gates. "Come on, Dog." Dog barked at the call of his name and quickly followed his master. Michonne followed the pair as well, still trying to stop her friend. "Daryl!" He didn't listen, of course. Once Daryl Dixon was determined to do something, there was no stopping him. Before the leader of Alexandria was able to catch up with the archer, the heavy metal doors got already closed shut behind him.

Daryl searched for you. Day after day after day. His first destination had been of course the small town you went to on the run. There had been still quite a few walkers - some of them on the verge of freezing to the ground. Daryl quickly got rid of them and searched together with Dog every nook and cranny of the town. "Y/N?!" The small school. Empty. "Y/N?!" The doctor's office. Empty. "Y/N?!" The supermarket. Empty. He searched everywhere, even at the gas station, but he found nothing besides a few other walkers. Usually, the archer had no problem in finding people. He was a tracker, it was his forte, but the horrible weather conditions and the constant snow fall made the situation worse. Together with the constant wind, erasing all traces, it was almost impossible. But Daryl wouldn't be Daryl, if he gave up just yet, so he continued to look for you for another few days, scoured the area around the town for you - but it was no use. He just couldn't find you. It bothered Daryl. More than he was ready to admit. The fact that you were still missing unlocked something deep inside him. Not just fear, no... Awful flashbacks from the beginning. The dreadful day little Sophia went missing. How he and the others - but especially he searched for days - almost weeks, but couldn't find her. He couldn't find the girl. Daryl failed. And because of that, they lost Sophia. The archer would never forget the moment she walked out of that damn barn, hissing and snarling - turned into a walker. He would never forget how Carol broke down, crying. Or how Rick shot her in the head in front of everybody. What if history was repeating itself? What if that was exactly what happened to you as well? Gods, he could never forgive himself if that was the case. Daryl just had to find you.

Another day passed. Over a week and you were still missing. The only good thing was, that the harsh snow storm had stopped. Now it was just bitterly cold outside. Daryl's plan of searching led him even further away from Alexandria.

He and Dog had everything under control, scoured profoundly the area - until the archer found himself in a very unpleasant situation... A large herd of walkers surprised him, caused him and Dog to run for their lives. The archer didn't know how this could happen. They just came out of nowhere. While he tried to get away from the hungry, snarling threat behind him, he tried to think of a plan to get rid of them. Fate seemed to be good to him for once. A small, wooden hut came in sight, as he quickly walked - running was for a longer period not possible, due to the snow. Panting, he searched in his pockets for matchsticks. This could work, he thought. No... It had to work. Fighting them was no option. Taking on twenty plus walkers alone could be difficult. And he couldn't run away forever as well. It would drain his energy - and he hadn't exactly that much left anyways. Setting this hut on fire was probably his only chance. Daryl just hoped, that the wood wasn't too wet from the snow. He had to try it, hadn't he? So, he marched as fast as possible up to the hut.

After a few desperate tries of getting the old wood to burn and the threatening snarling coming closer and closer, he finally made it. The wood caught fire. Daryl rounded the small hut to bring himself and Dog into safety, watching the fire spreading quickly. Soon, it would go up in flames. Daryl was relieved that his plan worked out - until he saw the back door of the hut bursting open. Someone stumbled out of the hut, coughing. The archer narrowed his eyes, only to recognise that it was... His eyes immediately widened again. You... It was you! Daryl literally jumped up from his hiding spot, "Stay, Dog." and ran over to you. "Y/N!"

You were still coughing heavily as you tried to get away from the fire. You tried to run, but it was impossible, like the searing pain in your leg reminded you immediately. A painful hiss escaped your lips. You looked down, examined the gaping wound on your thigh again. It was bleeding - again. You somehow made it to slice open your thigh as you tried to escape from the walkers, back in that small town. "Y/N!" You lifted immediately your head at the call of your name - and saw a figure running towards you. You couldn't believe your eyes. Was this...? Could it be? "Daryl?!" You cried out, hissing in pain again. He reached you a few moments later, holding onto your shoulders. "Y/N?! Are ya alright?" You nodded with tears in your eyes. Gods, you were so happy to see him. "Y-Yeah, just... Hurt my leg..." Daryl quickly gazed down to take a look at the wound, but got distracted by the herd of walkers getting closer and closer, reminding him of the threat, which was on its way to the burning hut. "C'mon. We gotta get away from 'ere." The archer wrapped your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist to steady you and help you walk.

Of course, was Daryl happy that he had found you, but the bottled up feelings and fears of losing you just like he lost Sophia, caused his blood to boil. It was only a matter of time, until he was going to burst - something you couldn't know. Once he had brought you into safety, he let go of you - literally pushing you away from him, his feelings taking over and resulting in you, stumbling backwards and falling to the snowy ground, because of your injured leg. "Daryl, what-" You wanted to ask, but he didn't let you. "Goddamnit, Y/N! What were ya thinkin'?!" He yelled. You looked up at him confused. What was that now about? You questioned yourself. Why was he suddenly yelling? The sudden off behaviour of your friend turned your mood sour as well. "What the hell, Daryl? Why are you yelling at me? What's your problem?" Daryl scoffed. "What my problem is?!" He looked around, as if trying to somehow compose himself - without success. "You are my problem, woman! Why did ya go on that damn run, alone?!" Now it was your time to scoff. "I wasn't alone! I had a team!" "Ya call those three Savior pricks a team? For god's sake, Y/N... That ain't a team! They left ya alone out there, saved their own asses and went back to Alexandria! Why didn't you take Aaron with ya? Or Rosita? Or me?" You swallowed hard at his words. Did they really do that? Did they really give up on you? "Ya could've died! Bit or eaten by a walker - or worse! What if the Whisperers would've found ya?! Ya could've been killed!" "Right, Dixon! Could have! But I didn't!" You stood up from the cold ground. Your leg protested against this, but you didn't care, ignored the pain and just clenched your jaw. "I can look after myself!" You turned on your heels, ready to walk away. "I don't need a watchdog - and I certainly don't need you!" Ouch. Those words cut deep. It was an invisible punch to the gut. Daryl was like petrified for a moment, as he watched you hobble away, further into the woods. He didn't know, that you regretted the thing you said immediately, but you were too angry to take it back. The archer swallowed hard, now angry at himself for letting his bottled-up feelings take over. Did you really mean that? You didn't need him? This heated argument made Daryl realise two things. One: He cared about you - a lot. And two: No matter if you didn't need him. He needed you.

Afraid, that he might have lost you for real now, he quickly ran after you, with Dog close behind. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" You heard him calling for you, but didn't even think about stopping. "Please!" But Daryl was quicker on foot than you were and not injured, so he quickly caught up on you. "Y/N, please! 'M sorry!" He gently grabbed your arm to turn you around. "Oh now you're sorry?!" You yelled at him. "You almost killed me by burning this damn hut down and then you just yelled at me without a reason and now you're sorry?!" Daryl hung his head, long, brown strands of his curls falling into his face. "'M sorry..." He repeated, causing you to just scoff, before you turned around and began to walk away once again. That was the moment Daryl realised, that it was probably time to open up to you. To let the true feelings speak. Not his anger.

"I-I jus' yelled at ya, 'cause..." He sighed. "'Cause I was worried sick. Was almost shittin' myself when Michonne told me that ya didn't come back from the run... That the others lost ya... I went out, searchin' for ya, day after day. I was so afraid of losin' ya... So afraid of failin' to find ya - jus' like I failed finding Sophia." You stopped abruptly in your tracks at his words and felt your heart aching at his words. "I yelled at ya, 'cause I care 'bout ya, Y/N... A lot... I couldn't stand losin' ya. I-I need ya. Dunno what to do with myself if ya would be dead." You expected a lot for him to say - but certainly not that. His words literally left you breathless, as he opened up his heart for you.

Without hesitation, you turned to face him, smiling softly. "Daryl Dixon..." You started, shaking your head. "You never fail to surprise me." Daryl looked at you, stunned. "I jus' poured out ma heart to ya - and you... smile?" "Uh, um, yes, because now I know that the feeling is mutual." He furrowed his brows. "M-Mutual?" You nodded, stepping closer to him, until you could place your hands on his grey poncho clad chest. All the anger suddenly vanished; thrown out of the window. Daryl flinched a bit at your sudden touch, didn't see it coming. "I care about you, too, Daryl. So much that it often keeps me awake at night, when you are out there alone to search for Rick or hunt. I liked you from the very beginning. From the day you and the others saved us from Woodbury and brought us to the prison." You smiled even wider, rubbed your hands affectionately over his chest. "Okay, admittedly, I was a bit scared of you at first, 'cause you were quite a bit intimidating, but... I-I guess with time turned intimidation into admiration. Admiration turned into affection. Affection turned into a crush, and well... The crush turned into love. W-What I'm tryin' to say is... I-I think I l-love you." Daryl blinked, still visibly stunned. He needed a moment to catch up. But once, the words had fully sunk in, a warm feeling started to spread throughout the archer's body. A feeling, he never felt that strong in his life before, but he always knew was there – since the prison. Love. It couldn't be something different. Slightly awkwardly, he lifted his hands to place them on your hips, pulling you gently closer. "Love ya, too." The words he never used in his life before, slipped so easily over his lips all of a sudden.

You were beaming now. Your face almost started to hurt from all the smiling. Quickly, you pressed a short, soft kiss on Daryl's lips, taking him by surprise once again. He looked at you shocked at first, but then started to smile, blushing. "Can we go home now, please?" You asked after staring into his beautiful blue eyes for a long moment. "I'm freezing my ass off and this-" You pointed to your thigh. "Really hurts." Daryl nodded quickly, "'Course." and quickly moved to pick you up bridal style. A soft squeak left your lips, followed by a giggle. "Daryl! What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" You shook your head, still giggling, but clasped your hands around his neck. "You can't carry me all the way." Daryl started to walk, whistling for Dog to follow him. "I can and I will. Gotta take care of ma woman." My woman... You liked the sound of that.

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon oneshot #twd #norman reedus x reader #norman reedus characters #norman reedus fanfic

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girls4camilla · 11 months

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hi hello here's some songs from my playlist that i think the bachelor(ette)s would like just kinda based off vibes alone

clickbait disclaimer actually most of these are from my playlist. credit goes to my friend who thought of the taylor swift and most of the beatles songs 🫶🏼

BACHELORETTES

abigail.

let the flames begin - paramore

night crawling - miley cyrus ft. billy idol

pirate jet - gorillaz

vs. susie - toby fox

no celestial - le sserafim

emily.

froot - marina

xs - rina sawayama

eros and apollo - studio killers

the innocent - aurora

oil - gorillaz ft. stevie nicks

haley.

hot as ice - britney spears

i don't do drugs - doja cat ft. ariana grande

bubblegum bitch - marina

my hair - ariana grande

radar - britney spears

leah.

winter bird - aurora

i call your name - the mamas and the papas cover

when it rains - paramore

running with the wolves - aurora

care - beabadoobee

maru.

134340 - bts

space girl - frances forever

lava lamp - cuco

my universe - coldplay ft. bts

silent running - gorillaz ft. adeleye omotayo

penny.

dream a little dream of me - cass elliot rendition

never grow up - taylor swift

i am just a girl - abba

savior complex - phoebe bridgers

the best day - taylor swift

BACHELORS

alex.

bet on it - troy bolton zac efron

skate - silk sonic

physical - olivia newton john

hungry like the wolf - duran duran

stacy's mom - fountains of wayne

elliott.

careless whisper - george michael

good old fashioned lover boy - queen

autumn leaves - nat king cole

april in paris - frank sinatra

i'm happy just to dance with you - the beatles

harvey.

she's my kind of girl - abba

the way you look tonight - frank sinatra

crazy little thing called love - queen

l-o-v-e - nat king cole

all my loving - the beatles

sam.

love buzz - nirvana

sorcererz - gorillaz

rude buster - toby fox

baby hotline - jack stauber

brick by boring brick - paramore

sebastian.

lithium - nirvana

louder than bombs - bts

ignorance - paramore

complicated - avril lavigne

the jetset life is gonna kill you - mcr

shane.

lounge act - nirvana

problems - mother mother

uptown girl - billy joel

kansas - gorillaz

happy - mother mother

BONUS !!!

here's some expanded characters + a ridgeside bachelor bc i had thoughts

sophia.

aitai-tai - red velvet

basics - twice

cupid (twin ver.) - fifty fifty

victor.

mipha’s theme - the legend of zelda: breath of the wild

penny lane - the beatles

merry go round of life - joe hisaishi/howl’s moving castle

june.

like - bts

after last night - silk sonic ft. thundercat & bootsy

sway - denise king cover

idk abt these next ones but i wanna include my men saurrr here's some songs i think they'd like besides classical or the medieval party mix

lance.

snow flower - v ft. peakboy

take on me - a-ha

seven nation army (medieval ver.) - the white stripes

isaac.

king nothing - metallica

smoke sprite - so!yoon! ft. rm

clint eastwood - gorillaz

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Thinking about life with my husband, the girls, and little Sammy..

Could I ask for just a little peaceful evening/night in the Miller household? Just pure domestic bliss with the family and then going to sleep with Joel by your side, pure love & fluff.

When you said girls I wasn't sure if you meant Violet and Sophia or Sarah and Ellie so I included Sarah and Ellie! Also I don't mean to brag but this may be the best family fluff I've ever written

Jackie and Wilson

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: A night in the Miller household [1.5k]

Warnings: just fluff :-)

"Alright, one more time, and then it's bedtime, okay?" You tell the boys, both of them groaning in protest. You laugh at their identical reactions and watch as Sam giggles in anticipation. Daisy sits next to Joel, her tail wagging as if waiting for the same thing. Joel gives him a suspicious look before hitting the first note on his guitar, making Sam scream and Daisy howl along. You laugh as Joel launches into the song he created just for Sam. It has something to do with a silly alligator detective riding a skateboard. It always ends with Joel going "nom nom nom" on Sam's stomach, making the little boy screech with laughter and Daisy get the zoomies. Sam's full belly laughs could probably solve world peace. That's how full of joy they are.

Joel finishes pretending to eat Sam and collapses next to him, a heap of giggles and secret smiles exchanged. Every time Sam looks at Joel, he bursts into laughter again. When they lay like this, with damp hair and bright eyes, you see just how similar they look. Sam's hair has curled up as he's gotten older, mimicking the way Joel's hair falls, and they scrunch up their noses when they laugh. Sam has also hilariously picked up Joel's accent, dropping g's and talking like a cowboy, despite living in California. You smile as you look at them and push Sam's wet hair out of his face as Daisy finishes spinning in circles and lays down next to the boys.

"Ready for bed, buddy?" You ask, and he pouts. Joel sits up and gives Sam a gentle nudge.

"Listen to your mama. If she says it's time for bed, it's time for bed. It's not time for the tickle monster!" Joel yells as he suddenly launches at you and tickles your sides. You laugh and push at him as Daisy tries to rescue you, but Sam quickly joins in the tickling. He more so just waggles his fingers near you, but it's the thought that counts. Joel, however, is ruthless. You can't stop laughing, and he's half on top of you as he tickles you on the floor. Your laughter makes both of them laugh, and Daisy bark. You swear the house is shaking with the power of your joy.

"Okay, okay! That's enough!" You say, and Joel immediately stops. He puts his hands up and shows Sam.

"That means stop. Stop means you stop what you're doing, okay?" He says, and Sam nods. Joel winks and ruffles his hair as he glances at you, still on the floor, catching your breath. "D'you wanna give Mama a kiss goodnight before we read some bedtime stories?"

"Yes!" Sam says, and you smile. He lands on top of you and wraps his arms around your neck in the biggest hug his little arms can muster. He kisses you and Daisy goodnight before rushing to his room to pick out books for Joel to read, his dog following closely behind. Since Sam has been old enough to sleep in his big boy bed, Daisy sleeps with him too, either on the floor or in the bed with him. There have been many mornings when you've walked into Sam's room and found them snuggling in his race car bed. Joel smirks as he looks down at you and rests a hand on either side of your waist.

"You're a menace."

"It was pretty funny." He says, and you hum. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your jaw, and you turn to kiss the inside of his wrist.

"You got bedtime?" You ask, and he nods.

"You did bath time. Seems pretty fair."

"You're so sexy and domestic." You tease, and he raises his eyebrows as he moves closer.

"Yeah?" He asks as he kisses your jaw. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rub his back.

"Are you kidding? World famous rockstar by day and cool dad who teaches consent by night? That's enough to make a girl swoon." You say, and he laughs into your neck. He lifts his head to kiss your lips sweetly, and you smile against him as you rest your hands on his waist.

"Dada!" Sam yells from his room, effectively distracting you. Joel groans as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

"You've got a very impatient little boy waiting on you." You whisper.

"Remember when we had all the time in the world to do whatever we wanted?"

"No."

"Yeah, me neither," Joel says, and you laugh. He kisses you one more time before helping you get up and disappearing down the hall to Sammy's room. You take a deep breath as you look at the mess left in the kitchen. It's not that bad. Just a couple of dirty pots and plates in the sink and a dirty stovetop. Joel cooked dinner, which means it's your turn to clean.

Early on in your relationship, you and Joel set up this routine to make sure the housework was split evenly. If he makes dinner, you do the dishes and clean the kitchen. If you take out the trash, he does the laundry. If you do bathtime, he does bedtime. Sometimes, if one of you is especially stressed with work, the other will take on a little extra work to take the load off, but it's an unspoken agreement that the favor will be returned. It doesn't work for everyone, but it works for you.

Once the dishwasher is running and the kitchen is clean, you pad down the hallway to Ellie's room and hear her telling someone about her day over the phone. You knock and wait for her to call you in to see her sitting at her desk, her phone open on FaceTime. You smile and walk over to her.

"Who're you talking to?"

"Sarah."

"Hi, Mom!" Sarah's voice emerges from the other side of the phone. She rushes back into the frame with a makeup brush in hand. She's wearing an adorable pink top and some nice jeans, her hair pulled up and out of her face as she swipes glittery eye shadow over her lid.

"What's up, Sarah Bear?"

"Nothing much. I'm getting ready to go out with some friends."

"Oh, fun! Do you need money for drinks or anything?" You ask, and she smiles at the camera.

"Mom, look at me," she says, gesturing to her outfit. "I don't pay for my own drinks." She says, and you and Ellie laugh out loud.

"Well, be safe. If you need me to come get you, just call me, and I'll come to you. Don't try to drive or go anywhere." You say, and she nods.

"I know. I'll text you when I get home tonight, okay?"

"Are you gonna offer me a free ride when I turn twenty-one?" Ellie asks, and you laugh.

"When you turn twenty-one, your dad is gonna have to be the one to pick us up because we're all gonna be too drunk otherwise." You say, and the girls laugh. You talk with both of them for a few more minutes, listening to their days and whatever else they want to tell you, before kissing Ellie's forehead and asking her not to stay up too late. She rolls her eyes but smiles anyways. You leave the girls to their secret conversations and tiptoe past Sam's room to your and Joel's bedroom. The shower is running, and you don't hesitate to join him, stripping your clothes off quickly.

"Well, hi there," Joel says as you step into the shower. You smile and kiss him as the water hits your back.

"He go down okay?" You ask against his lips, and he nods.

"Barely made it through Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site."

"Not Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site."

"I know. What a tragedy." He says sarcastically. You settle into a comfortable silence as he tips your head back under the water and washes your hair for you. This is your favorite thing to do with him. It doesn't even matter if you have sex or not. Just the intimacy of being with him like this and letting him take care of you is enough. You take your time, knowing that all your kids are accounted for and safe. The long day of wrangling a toddler, reading scripts, and cleaning the house melts under the hot water and Joel's touch.

Once your fingers are pruney and you're both clean, you turn off the shower and get ready for bed side by side. The night seems to be the only time you guys are completely in sync like this. You put on one of his shirts and do a silly dance together as you brush your teeth. Then, once you're done with your skincare routine and the exhaustion from the day catches up with you, you and Joel crawl into bed. He pulls you to his chest and rubs patterns into your skin until you fall asleep, dreaming of belly laughs, Daisy zoomies, and more babies that look like Joel.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #rockstar!joel #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff

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welovemysty · 4 months

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My parents don't smoke, nor do my aunts or uncles, but Granny does. I was at her house with two of my cousins. We snuck a cigarette from her purse and shared it behind the garage. We didn't know Granddaddy was in the garage, and he caught us.

He herded us into the house and told Granny, who scolded us for stealing and smoking. All of us knew about the severe spankings Granny gave our mothers growing up. It looked like we were about to experience one for ourselves.

Granny gathered us in the foyer and had us strip down to our underwear. She had us stand with our hands behind our backs as she peeled our knickers down to bare our bottoms. She grabbed the youngest by the arm and marched her upstairs to the guest bedroom.

We heard the door close and then nothing for a moment or two. Then we heard the first spank. Even though the sound was muffled, we knew it was loud and probably hard, too. There were more spanks, which were accompanied by my cousin's howling.

"I think she's using a hairbrush," I whispered to my other cousin.

"You girls be quiet in there until granny comes for you," Granddaddy said from the living room.

My cousin just nodded at me with her eyes tightly closed.

We heard the door open and the sobs of a properly spanked girl. Granny came down the stairs and grabbed my other cousin and marched her upstairs.

When the bedroom door closed, I could hear my cousin in the hallway upstairs sniffling and softly crying. That was shortly drowned out by the spanking and yelling of my other cousin.

I counted 24 swats in the first spanking. The second had 26. That probably meant I was going to get 28 spanks. I was suddenly very aware of my bare backside being covered in goose flesh. I was tempted to rush upstairs to get it over with, but I thought that might get me into worse trouble.

The door opened and Granny came downstairs to get me, she led me upstairs. When we got to the landing, I could see my cousins standing with their hands behind their backs, their noses to the wall, and their scarlet bottoms facing the hall. It's definitely the hairbrush, I thought.

Granny pushed me into the room and closed the door. She dragged me to the bed and sat down. There was a large oval hairbrush sitting next to her. It looked like it was made for spanking naughty bottoms instead of brushing hair.

"Sophia, you're the oldest, so I expect more from you. You should be an example for the younger girls, not the instigator of mischief. You know that cigarettes are forbidden for young people and stealing is wrong for everyone. Lie over my knee. I'm going to give you 28 spanks with my brush for your part in this."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, and then it was my turn to receive the punishment my cousins had already experienced.

During their spankings, I had heard both cry and carry on like they were being murdered, and I was embarrassed for them. I would be humiliated if I reacted the same way. Granny soundly paddled my bottom with the flat side of the brush, first one cheek then the other, until all 28 swats had been delivered. I gritted my teeth, and clinched my eyes shut, and sucked in my breath, but I didn't yell. I would like to say I didn't cry or moan, but that would be a lie. From the state of the two behinds in the hallway, I knew tears were inevitable.

When she was done, we went into the hallway. Granny had us face her. "Have you learned your lesson about cigarettes and stealing?" We nodded and muttered our "yes, ma'ams" while gingerly rubbing our bottoms.

"Are we going to have a repeat of this foolishness?" We shook our heads and muttered our "no, ma'ams."

"Good," she said. "You can get dressed and come back downstairs when you have collected yourselves," and she gave us each a grandmotherly hug and a kiss before heading back downstairs.

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