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[blondie11067]

Fanfiction Masterlist

TMNT

° SAINW (2003)

TWD

I'm With the Dixons (series)

S5

Broken up, Bottoms Up! (S6)

No Apocalypse AU (one shots)

Drinking with Daryl

Bar Meet Up

Lazy Days in Bed

Married to a Latina

New Years eve

Drabbles

DarylxShort Foc

Protector's Trauma

Worried Daryl after drinks

Sprouts of Affection

Staring

Living together

Sleeping, Sleepy reader

Behavior Headcanons

Long time no see

[nik-vero-pa]

Been drawing too much soft Raph, I've been slacking on feral Raph.

Btw, have you guys seen his brother? I think he's looking for them--

[digitalmyyth]

use your bestie as a table #mytable

[arthnold]

[brainstreams]

[stiffyck]

Suing the difference in their atmosphere. Unfair. Friends should be able to touch each other. Should be illegal to prevent that from happening.

[amamamumumumu]

[sonoftheria]

✴︎ BETRAYED STRAYS ✴︎

[levionlyyours]

⊱˙.✧ Timeout

☆ Day 7 of Levi Month 26 | Streamer AU | Event by @levievent

☆ Summary: Levi does not get jealous. He is simply very committed to maintaining order in his chat, especially when that chat starts flirting with his girlfriend.

☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Streamer AU, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Jealous Levi, Flirting

☆ Word Count: 1.2k

☆ Check out the other days!

☆ AO3 Link

☆ a/n: thank you to my beta reader @slaytherinthoughts. pls don't ask for a part two. the council is watching me. if you ask for a part two, even jokingly, I will block you.

Levi’s stream setup is unsurprisingly spotless. There’s not a single crumb near his keyboard, not a single cable out of place, not a single fingerprint on his glossy microphone. Even the little cup of tea beside his monitor sits on a coaster. His camera is angled perfectly. He looks so deeply unimpressed by the game he’s playing at the moment that anyone watching would think he’s being held at gunpoint. Which, according to Levi, is exactly what streaming feels like.

You sit just out of the frame on the couch behind him, wearing one of his hoodies as you pretend not to watch him more than the show playing muted on your phone. He’s wearing his headset, his brows drawn together in concentration. He leans a little closer to the screen, his fingers moving over the keyboard.

“If this idiot runs into the open one more time, I’m letting him die,” he says.

A laugh escapes you before you can stop it. “You say that every round,” you tease from the couch. “And then you save him anyway.”

Levi looks toward you, a softness hidden so well under the annoyance he displays that most would miss it, but you don’t; you catch it every time. And every time, it makes you smile.

“Keep talking. You’re next,” he says.

You thought you spoke low enough that the microphone wouldn’t pick up your voice. Unfortunately for you, the chat heard you. Messages begin moving faster along the side of the screen, a blur of usernames and custom emojis. Levi looks at them briefly, knowing trouble is coming. 

Then the donation alert chimes, and an automated voice reads aloud, “Donation from CleanFreakSupremacy: Levi, tell your girlfriend her voice is cute.”

Levi freezes for a brief moment. You press a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh. He says nothing for one second, but the silence is funnier than any audible reaction could have been. His jaw ticks, his eyes narrow at the monitor, and when he speaks, his voice is so flat he almost sounds bored.

“No.”

You can see enough of the chat from your spot to catch small pieces of the messages pouring through.

Tell her hi!

WAIT SHE’S REAL?

LEVI HAS A GIRLFRIEND?

her laugh was so cute

COMMON LEVI W

MOVE THE CAMERA

that was so adorable

Levi silently wishes he could intimidate the thousands of strangers watching him into silence through a deadly stare. “She’s not part of the stream,” he says. Then another donation chimes immediately.

“Donation from midnightrose55: Respectfully, girlfriend, you sound adorable.”

Levi grips his mouse harder. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying so hard not to laugh that your shoulders begin to shake. It shouldn’t be this funny. It really shouldn’t. But Levi, who can face the most terrifying horror games with a bored expression, is more affected by a few flirty donations.

“Stop donating to flirt with her,” he warns.

The chat moves faster. Another chime.

“Donation from ShortKingEnjoyer: is she single?”

Levi slowly looks at the camera. “No, my girlfriend is not fucking single.”

You lose the fight and burst into laughter on the couch, nearly curling into a ball as warmth rushes to your face. You tap the couch cushions in a fit. You know he’s not actually angry. Levi is far too secure for that… at least, you think he is. But you know he hates sharing attention, least of all with someone named ShortKingEnjoyer. It makes your heart squeeze.

“Levi,” you manage, still laughing, “be nice.”

“I am being nice,” he grits. “Nobody’s been banned yet.”

Chat picks up on the looming threat immediately.

BAN ME LEVI. IT’S WORTH IT

ask her to say hi!

girlfriend cam when?

SHE SHOULD STREAM INSTEAD

You watch his mouth twist into a frown, and because you both love him and love tormenting him, you stand from the couch and move closer to his chair. Levi senses you approaching before you even reach him. His posture changes slightly, his shoulders rising and his head turning slightly. His hand pauses on the mouse.

“Don’t,” he whispers.

You lean into the webcam frame anyway, resting one hand on the back of his chair and giving the camera a little wave. “Hi, chat!”

The messages fly by too quickly to read. The alert chimes again, again, again, the beginning of the stupidest war to exist. Levi looks at the camera, then at you, then back at the screen, and the redness creeping up his cheekbones is so cute it should, frankly, be illegal.

“Donation from bashfulwolf6599: Oh, she’s gorgeous. Levi, blink twice if you want a third person in your relationship.”

Levi’s face goes blank. You make a strangled noise that’s half laugh and half gasp. He clicks something on the screen, and it takes you a moment to realize what he did.

“You timed them out?” you ask.

“Five minutes,” Levi mutters.

“You banned someone for complimenting me?”

“I’m giving them time to reflect.”

Another donation chimes.

“Donation from reiner0010: sounds jealous to me.”

Levi squints. You see the moment his patience snaps, but it honestly doesn’t take much to tell, because soon, that user is banned too. “You’re gone too,” he mutters, clicking again. “You people are getting too comfortable.”

“Levi, you cannot keep banning people because they’re teasing you,” you scold, although you’re barely containing your giggling.

“I can. Watch me,” he says.

HE’S SO MAD

she should start a channel! i’d sub

girlfriend stream WHEN?

JEALOUS LEVI HAHAHAHA

You look at the screen before looking at him, and your smile grows wickedly. “Maybe I should start my own channel.”

Levi whips his head toward you. “No.”

“You don’t think I’d be good at it?"

“I didn’t say that. I just—”

“They already like me.”

“That’s the problem.”

You should probably be annoyed that Levi is getting jealous over a bunch of pixels and harmless teasing, but seeing him sitting there with reddened cheeks and a clenched jaw because strangers on the internet have complimented the woman he loves makes you want to crawl into his lap and kiss every bit of irritation off his face.

So you bend down and kiss his cheek. Levi freezes. The camera hides nothing. The chat messages dissolve into hearts, screaming, keyboard smashing, at least three people demanding a public wedding stream. Levi looks at the chaos unfolding for a long second, then he shifts the mouse and clicks. The stream ends. Silence drops over the room so suddenly that your laughter fills all of it. Levi removes his headset, sighing quietly.

“You’re so ridiculous,” you say.

“And you’re banned from my stream.”

“You can’t ban me. I live here.”

“You’re banned from the house too,” he says, though his hands find your waist before he finishes speaking, pulling you a little closer. You stand between his knees as he swivels to face you. You lift your hand and lightly brush your thumb against his ears, which now match the redness of his cheeks.

“They can donate all they want. I’m still going to bed with you at the end of the night,” you smile.

Levi’s skin flushes an even deeper shade of red. He stares at you for a moment, caught somewhere between embarrassment, victory, and a tenderness he always tries and fails to hide from you. Then he clears his throat, looks away, and tightens his arms around your waist.

“End of discussion,” he says.

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divider by: cillmequick

[nikoriis]

dreams

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

The cave-in had sent a cascade of silt and sand down over the two of you. Your flashlight and the torch Daryl had lit for the journey through the tunnel were both lost somewhere in the pitch blackness around you, possibly buried under layers of soil.

You tried not to panic. After all, you weren't buried. Things could be worse. You were sprawled out on your stomach and you wouldn't have known which way was up if gravity wasn't holding you down. The darkness was that complete. You coughed and spit, feeling grit between your teeth. "Daryl?!" you called out, panic seizing you again. You thought your could hear movement up ahead somewhere in the darkness. "Daryl?! Are you alright?!" you yelled again.

"Y—yeah," he barked back, his mouth dry with dust. He dug his fingers into the loose silt around him and pulled himself along on his stomach, trying to get out of the deeper pile of soil that had covered his legs. "Are ya hurt?" he called out desperately.

"N-no!" you answered. "Just—a little disoriented." You got onto your hands and knees and then tried to stand but— "Ouch!" Your head connected with a wooden strut overhead. You swore under your breath. You crawled forward, feeling the side of the tunnel with an outstretched palm. "I've got bad news," you announced. "The ceiling is sinking. We need to get out of here before the whole thing comes down..."

"Come towards me. I think the way out is still open over here," he drawled. "Can ya follow my voice?" Daryl pulled himself onto his own knees and sat back on his heels, absently brushing waves of soil and sand from his clothes.

"Yeah. Just keep talking," you said with a wry laugh. You made your way forward. It was unnerving moving around in the nothingness.

"C'mon. This way," he said, holding a hand out in front of him, hoping it'd connect with you any moment. He could hear you shuffling along.

"I—I don't like this," you admitted with a shake in your voice.

"I know. But we're almost out. Just keep on comin' toward me. Yer almost here."

You focused on his sweet southern drawl. Your own breathing was loud in your ears, ragged.

"Righ' here. Almost, Y/N. C'mon. S'alrigh'..."

You let out a small gasp as your extended hand nudged something in the darkness. Then you quickly realized it was Daryl's hand, held out in front of him too. You slid your touch over his fingers and across the back of his hand, up onto his forearm, hobbling along on your knees still. Your heart was pounding, but the panic subsided somewhat now that you had found each other again. "Oh, thank God," you breathed, stopping but not lifting your hand from his bare arm. His skin was caked with sand and silt.

But then Daryl was moving in toward you and his arm looped around your waist and settled on the small of your back. Although you obviously still couldn't see each other, you could sense now that your bodies were a mere 6 inches apart and it would have been so even if he hadn't been holding you the way he was. It was amazing how keenly and sharply your other senses rose when your sight was no longer useful.

His voice was trembling slightly when he spoke, and his tongue felt suddenly thick in his mouth (nothing to do with the dirt and dust). "Are ya okay?" he asked in a low voice.

At first you only nodded, then remembering yourself, you managed to stutter out a "Y-yes."

Daryl let out a sigh of relief. "We're gonna be fine. Just hold my hand and don't let go, alrigh'?" His fingers traced down your arm, over the narrowness of your wrist, and then gripped your hand securely.

You didn't let go, not even when the two of you burst out into the sunlight again. And Daryl didn't let go of your hand either. Not until he pulled you into him again and hugged you tightly, tucking you against him, his fingers daring to barely tangle into your hair. He breathed in your smell, noting how it was heavily masked by the scent of earth. "Jesus—that scared the shit outta me," he finally admitted. "Thought we weren't gonna find each other in there again."

"Me too," you managed, relishing the feeling of his hands moving to your waist. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. Daryl had never held you quite like that, like this. It almost made the cave-in worth it.

Prompt: Types of touch, from @creativepromptsforwriting's list, #28 Feeling for each other in the dark

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Happy Flashback Friday!

[cybernetichumanoid]

The Weight of The World

Stratt genuinely deserves so much more recognition than she gets. She's a scapegoat, she's a villain, she's a hero in all definitions of the word and I'm giving her all my money. Lets ignore how funky the Hail Mary looks. It's my first time drawing it.. 🫪

Debated calling this piece An Unwilling Patron Saint but idkk......

[janeaustencomics]

Where we stray from the path (but keep a lot of dialogue from the book, because it's so perfect)

[foralittlewile]

Having Eridian's "question" indicator be tapping the ground twice is very endearing, but also, it makes so much sense!!! It's a literal request for more information! They echolocate, of course when they're confused they'd want to create more sound to get a better look what they're trying to understand!!! You can totally see how this would translate from "questioning" physical things in their environment to intangible things, like statements made by other people. Maybe it's even something that starts with Eridian children — being less used to vocalisations and finding tapping to create noise easier — that just gets carried into adulthood, sort of like babies calling "mama" because that's the easiest sound for them to make. Just... what a good little detail to have. Chef's kiss.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

@sarasplenda has funny ideas

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[enthyrea]

i miss you, and the summers have returned.

original poem by sara kleijn 🪐

[gurkawai]