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authors note: first alphabet thing, sorry i havent been posting a bunch lmao but there needs to be more ron love on tumblr </3 cheers to me and the other 5 ron anderson fans

also!!! I couldnt really decide on a lot of these im ngl. its not totally accurate so feel free to comment ur reccomendations or thoughts!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ron is hesitant at first so you'd probably have to carry in this subject in the beginning. but, once he gets a hang of it he'd be a literal GOD at it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

theirs: he wouldn't really have any "favorite parts of him" but if he HAD to choose it'd probably be his hands. he is obsessed with feeling every inch of you with them. yours: your hips. it makes him feel secure and sorta in control when he gets that firm grip around your hips (especially when hes thrusting into you and the pleasure doesnt help u to stay still)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he gets SO cocky when he makes you cum and he loves teasing you by whispering the things hes done to make you cum at random times throughout the day.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves praise. He loves when you moan out how well he's fucking you but he loves it even more when he gets to praise how well you're doing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he doesn't have a lot of experience, although he probably made up a bunch of scenarios for when it happens.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

hes a switch. it doesn't really matter to him whos on top or whos on bottom, but he needs to see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he most likely takes it pretty serious. but, when something awkward happens, he most likely laughs or jokes it off rather than get embarrased.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he probably never learned much about how to keep it down there but he tries to keep it trimmed as often as he can.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

hes probably a nasty dog (sir mix-a-lot reference) during it. but this man constantly needs consent. everything he changes up he'll ask "is this okay?" "are you okay" "tell me when to stop okay baby?". but its ok cuz CONSENT IS HOT. also he likes eye contact. it makes him feel so much more connected with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesnt do it that often, but when it happens, its quick and private. he thinks about you and maybe even whimpers and whispers ur name during it. he'd NEVER admit that though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking. goes either way. he'd love to grip your neck to keep your head looking at him as he fucks you. he'd slightly mention it once but it'd take a lot of convincing to let him know its okay for him to do so.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

hes a pretty private person. you guys mostly do it at your house (he doesnt feel safe enough to do it at his). Buttt he isn't not down to do a quick oral sesh in a bathroom during a party or in/behind empty buildings.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it takes a lot to get ron fully turned on. it'd have to be a lot of little things that happen coincidentally a bit too often. (its not like ur teasing him or anything...hehe) maybe you just keep dropping stuff and have to bend over to grab it too often. orr your tank strap keeps falling off your shoulder around him. he notices the little things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he doesn't like degrading or if you get hurt during it. his biggest fear is becoming his father and hurting you brings him a bit too close to home.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he prefers receiving because he thinks hes ass at giving. receiving: the view of you under him with a light grip of your hair in his hand drives him crazy. he tries to pull out before he cums but lovvvess it when you keep it in and swallow the mess. giving: hes very hesitant and nervous before he goes down. he tries to be as gentle and slow as possible because hes scared to (he thinks that being slow and soft is bad) but dragging it out makes it better. the way his spit pools on his tongue making it slide smoothly on your clit and how his tongue hesitantly poking at your entrance edges you to the peak.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

At first, hes very slow and sweet with it. constantly asking for reasurrance and if youre comfrotable. but, once u scold him for asking every 2 seconds, he gets comfortable and gets a bit carried away.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Like said earlier, it takes a while to get him FULLY turned on so quickies are pretty rare. he likes to drag out your fucks but if theres too much going on he wouldnt mind.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he does not like to risk anything. most quickies

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He actually lasts pretty long and likes to drag it out. he can go maybe 2 rounds max.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't like the idea of toys because he likes the idea of more natural/vanilla sex. itd take a lot of convincing to have him use anything. but once you guys do, he wouldnt get that night out of his head. in a good way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't tease a lot but loves when you do. his brain gets all foggy and he would probably slow down mid session and you'd have to call him back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he'd try his best to keep it quiet. he keeps in grunts and moans which makes him breath a bit too heavily. when he cant keep it in he'd either let it slip or shove his mouth in ur shoulder. immediatley denied though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he gets really flustered just seeing u or when u tease him. it esp happens when he's mid-praise or when he tries to respond to something teasy u said

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ron's a pretty skinny guy and probably doesn't have a ton of muscle on him. one thing about him is the scars and bruises scattered on his torso and shoulders from his dad. it took a while for him to reveal his body to you for he thought you'd think he was weak or gross. he slowly gained confidence and comfort around you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

like said earlier, it takes a lot to get him on.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ron Anderson x Reader

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summary: Ron’s never let anyone help. You’ve known about the bruises for a while, but this is the first time he lets you see them up close. The first time he talks about it. The first time he doesn’t pretend he’s fine. warnings: mentions of abuse, injury descriptions, blood, wound kissing, hinting parental abuse, emotional distress, cursing, bad writing, long backstory

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Every night, Ron would sneak out. It didn't matter to him where. Anywhere was better than being around his dad. He liked the comforting silence the night brung. Feeling the cold breeze tingle his wounds. He didn't tell anyone. He didn't plan on it. Until, he met her. He had seen you before helping in medical center or helping unload after runs. Something about you left him curious. The way he'd see you and if he'd look away for a second he'd be gone. The way you seem to know exactly what to say or do in stressful situations. It always left him wondering and sometimes even wanting. The first time you guys talked was at a welcoming party. You had stuck behind Carl the whole night, scanning the room as if walkers were going to break in at any moment and you HAD to be the one to jump in the action. When no one was looking, or at least when you thought no one was, you snuck out the front door. Ron followed. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the porch stairs. He hesitated before slowly approaching. He cleared his throat, "Not much of a party person I'm assuming?" you rolled your eyes, not looking up. "No," You said dryly, "so go away." But he didn't. He sat next to you and talked to you for the rest of the party. Turns out you guys got along pretty well. You guys shared trauma, experiences with the outbreak, and a couple sarcastic jokes. You weren't as tough and mean as you looked. As you're friendship grew, the more you'd find out about his home life. Often going up to his house with comics, only to leave because you heard thumps and crashes from inside. Seeing him wear long sleeves or hoodies when it's a million degrees outside. Then one day you wander into his room uninvited and find him shirtless with bruises all along his arms and stomach. He used the usual excuses, he fell down the stairs, got a little too rough when play-fighting Carl or Mikey, and the list goes on. Until, one night he comes through your window scared, hurt, and sad.

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You lay in your bed reading some book you found collecting dust in one of the basements. It was boring you to death. Until..

knock...knock....knock..

You wake up from your bored-like trance and sit up. You look around. knock...knock..

You stand up and head to the window. What you can make up was a silhouette of a boy. Brown hair, bushy brows, a slouchy set of shoulders, Ron? You open the window, "Ron? What did you get a nightmare and wet the bed or something?" you tease with a slight smirk. He look's up at you. Your smile drops as you step aside and he slowly drops in. Blood was gushing out his nose and dribbling off his lip, he had a bruise on the side of his face, and you had a gut-feeling that wasn't all.

He limps toward your bed and sits down. You grab your chair and place it in front of him. "What happened...?" you ask softly. He hesitates, responses calculating in his head, but each answer seems odd to say aloud. "I-I'm sorry." he finally whimpers, keeping his head down, shoulders shaking slightly. "I’m sorry," he repeats, voice cracking. "I shouldn’t have come here. I just—" He swallows hard. "I didn’t know where else to go."

Your heart drops. "Ron… what happened?"

He shakes his head, wiping his nose with trembling hands. "He-he just lost it. He had too much to-" he lets out bitter laugh, "You know my mom- it's like she can't even accept or talk about it. She walks around with some stupid smile all the fucking time." His voice got slightly angry, words forced through his gritted teeth. "Then Sam-" he continues, "my mom just locks him in his closet all night, so all he knows is just to do what mom says or run away. Then my dad-" he paused and his head voice drops, sniffling and shaking. He shakes his head, "I hate him. I hate him so, so, much." Tears start to well his eyes.

You watch him silently, thinking of anything to say.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, "I didn't know where else to go." You hugged him. He fell into your shoulder and just cried. It felt like forever and your shirt was soaked with a mix of nose-blood and tears.

He finally calmed down a bit and lifted his head. "Can...can you help me?" he asks. You nod immediately and get a first aid kit from your desk drawer. You quickly clean off face.

"Is that all?" you ask hesitantly. He nods slowly then takes off his sweater, then his shirt. Bruises were traveled among his left arm, hand, and on the sides of his stomach. "Oh Ron..." you whisper sadly as you softly trail, your fingers among the bruises. Although he let out small winces at each touch, he let you continue. "It's nothing. It's just a scratch." he mutters. You grab his hand and run your thumb along his wounded knuckles.

You slowly lift his hand higher, brushing your thumb across his knuckles again. Without thinking too hard about it, you lean down and press a soft kiss against the bruised skin. Ron stiffens, startled, but doesn’t pull away.

Your lips linger for just a second before you whisper, “It's more than just a scratch.”

His breath catches, and he looks at you like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You move carefully, kissing the inside of his wrist, then the bruise on his forearm. Each time, you’re gentle, as if the bruises might break under your touch.

When your eyes meet his, he’s trembling slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. It’s vulnerability, raw and unguarded, the kind of look he rarely lets anyone see. His chest rises and falls, fast and uneven. Then, almost without thinking, as if the words he can’t say are spilling out through his body instead, he leans forward.

Your lips meet his in a brief, hesitant kiss. It's soft, desperate, and trembling with everything he’s been holding in. You pull back slowly and meet his eyes once again. They have a sense of fear, he's asking for any sort of sign of reassurance. You grin softly and he follows. After, you quickly bandage his knuckles, then run some ointment on his bruises and cuts. Theres a silence during this, but not an awkward one. It's relieving. Calm. A break for Ron.

"Thank you." he whispers. You nod before getting up and tossing him a maroon knit crewneck and extra pjs.

"You're staying here tonight."

"B-but..my dad- when I'm not-"

"I'll wake you up before sunrise."

You give him a reassuring grin. He doesn't say anything and nods. You hand him the clothes, and he takes them with shaky hands. For the first time tonight, his shoulders drop, just a little.

“Thanks,” he says again, softer this time, like the word doesn’t even cover it.

You nod, sliding back into bed while he changes. When he finally crawls under the blanket beside you, there’s a beat of silence, only the sound of his breathing evening out. You let your eyes drift shut, but not before you feel him shift closer, just enough that your shoulders brush.

For once, he doesn’t seem afraid to fall asleep.

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used picrew cuz im too lazy rn to draw her.

warnings: mentions of SA and su!cide (only in extras), some TWD spoilers

───────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───────────── Name: Quinn "Q" Rhee Age: 13-14 in S01, 15-16 near S04-5, 18 S09, (the twd timeline is kinda confusing these are mainly just guesses lowk.) First Appearance: Quinn makes her first appearance in Season 4, Episode 9 — crawling out of the woods like a feral little genius just in time to help Carl not get eaten. Carl had just gotten knocked over by a swarm of walkers, and out of nowhere this short, scrappy girl in a bandana mask shows up swinging a baseball bat like it’s a dance move. She barely says a word — just squints at Carl, shrugs, and silently starts following him around. The whole day, she’s his accidental sidekick: looting, snacking, watching from corners like a half-domesticated raccoon. Carl keeps trying to ask her questions; she mostly gives head tilts and sarcastic eyebrows. Then, just when he goes inside to check on Rick, she vanishes. No goodbye. No explanation. Ghost mode. She reappears in Episode 14, stumbling across Carol, Tyrese, Lizzie, Mika, and Judith in the woods. She’s wary and exhausted, but not feral anymore — just quiet and armed to the teeth. Carol clocks her immediately: a smart kid playing survivalist with real skills. Tyrese gives her food. Lizzie says something creepy. Quinn does not respond. From that point on, she sticks with them — and after the Grove episode, she quietly becomes part of Rick’s group. No dramatic entrance. No speech. Just her and a whole lot of silent judgment. Backstory: As a kid, Quinn was loud, clever, and kind of a menace — the kind of girl who’d glue your shoelaces to the floor and explain the science of adhesives right after. She worshipped her big brother Glenn, copying everything from the way he walked to the way he gave teachers hell with a smile. At school, she was smart but spent more time in the principal’s office than in math class — she once cut a mean girl’s hair with safety scissors and claimed it was “an experiment in aerodynamics.” Her parents had no idea Glenn was the one feeding her all that rebellion. He was her world, and when he left for Atlanta, it was like someone turned the volume down on her life.

Without Glenn around, Quinn grew quiet. Her parents only spoke to her about grades and grocery lists. Their house was clean, cold, and empty — and so was she. She stopped pulling pranks. Stopped speaking up. All she thought about was when she’d get to see her brother again.

And then the world ended.

Quinn had begged her parents to take her to Atlanta to visit Glenn the week the outbreak hit. One wrong turn and everything spiraled. They stayed alive for about a month — long enough for her to watch both of them get bit. Quinn was the one who had to end it. After that, it was just her.

She survived alone for nearly two years. Sometimes she’d travel with groups, but they never lasted. Sometimes she'd go months without another soul. Her base was an abandoned library — and being Quinn, she didn’t waste the silence. She taught herself everything she could: biology, first aid, basic engineering, even some chemistry. She scavenged tools, rewired lights, stitched up her own wounds. She wasn’t an expert, but she was a lot smarter than most adults.

That knowledge kept her alive. So did the memory of Glenn. Personality: During her time alone, Quinn becomes razor-sharp, cold, and emotionally shut down — all survival instinct, no softness. She trusts no one, speaks rarely, and hides her intelligence behind silence. Every move she makes is calculated: if she talks, it’s for a reason; if she helps you, it’s probably a trap. Once a bright, joking kid, she hardens into a loner who sees kindness as a risk and attachment as a death sentence. She doesn’t cry, doesn’t beg, and doesn’t wait. She survives like it’s math — food, shelter, exits, threats. Her softness doesn't vanish, it just goes deep underground. Relationships: Carl: The absolute best friend Quinn never admitted she secretly trusted from day one. She’d never say it out loud—because, duh, feelings are terrifying—but Carl’s vibe was the only one that didn’t make her want to run screaming. If she ever confessed, Carl would probably close his eyes and jump off a roof. So, silence it stays. Glenn: After the big reunion (No Sanctuary, S05E01), emotions hit like a ton of bricks. Everyone tiptoed around the “siblings” thing like it was a landmine—because crying in front of everyone? Nope. Slowly, beneath all the apocalypse trauma and awkwardness, they found their old selves again. Now? They’re basically glued together with fierce protectiveness and occasional eye-rolls. Maggie: The classic “older sister/second mom” role Quinn never asked for but secretly needed. At first, Quinn was all defensive-sibling-mode, suspicious and guarded. But Maggie kept nudging—and nagging—and eventually, Quinn softened. Now she’s the #1 Gleggie hype squad, always ready to smack some sense into Glenn whenever he starts whining about his love life. Spoiler: Quinn always sides with Maggie. Ron: Quinn and Ron’s relationship is slow-burn chaos that’s obvious to everyone except them. After surviving apocalypse hell solo, Quinn’s not quick to trust, but Ron’s dry humor and shared scars sneak past her walls like a cat burglar. After losing his mom and brother, Ron moved in with Quinn (in the house with Glenn, Maggie, Tara, Eugene, Rosita, and Sasha). They share a room, a queen bed (opposite sides, obviously), and break more unspoken “roommate rules” than anyone’s counting. It’s quiet nights filled with sarcastic bickering and almost-moments that one of them immediately panics about. Dating? Nope. Definitely not. But Alexandria would bet everything otherwise. (I LOVE THEM!ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵘᵖ)

Quinn’s got plenty of people around her, but she hates calling most of them “friends.” It’s “totally stupid” and “frickin’ lame” (yes, she really said that #shesreal). Here’s a quick look at the “acquaintances” she grudgingly puts up with:

Tara: Tara’s like a nonstop podcast Quinn didn’t subscribe to, but she puts up with it on supply runs.

Denise: Quinn hated Denise at first for stealing her medic gig, but secretly helped her anyway—and totally lost it when Denise admitted Rick messed up replacing her.

Aaron: Aaron’s calm “I got this” vibe impresses Quinn, and they communicate mostly through eyebrow raises.

Eugene: Eugene’s fancy words make Quinn want to laugh, but she geeks out with him over science anyway—his alien math is a whole mood.

EXTRAS: - she used to play baseball and her main is weapon (extra: she wouldn't touch her bat after the Negan lineup) - likes rock and punk music (library had a small record section) - loves juice. literally steals juice boxes from the Alexandria community pantry and drinks like 3 a day. - potential death: su!cide or sacrifice - when solo surviving, she runs into a small group (3-4) of middle-aged men. They seemed trusting until they attempted to over power her and express sexual intentions. Quinn killed them all and never brings it up to anyone again.

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hi! i’m willzyx! younger than 18 / all pronouns / PST

my fandoms: skins, dead poets society, the walking dead, final destination, mid90s, harry potter, the 100, and prolly a LOT more i forgot about fav characters i'll write for: Daniel Matthews - SAW, Rodrick Heffley - DOAWK, Brian Johnson - The Breakfast Club, Colin Gray - Jennifer's Body, (do u see a pattern here) Charlie Kelmeckis - TPOBAWF, expect randoms when i get new hyperfixations types of fic I write: fluff / angst / hurt-comfort / smut

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