#agh being called darlin by him >>>

[sexydoffyman]

Can you write a size kink scenario where Konig has anal sex with a much larger m!reader, and m!reader's cock is too big for him? M!reader is 8ft tall and built like a shot putter, for reference.

SIZE KINK

genre: smut

characters: König

A/N: I researched the size of a male 6’10 human rectum just for this post I hope you appreciate it!🐞

He was panting uncontrollably. He wasn’t used to stuff like this. His hands were shaking and he was barely able to hold himself up. Usually, it was he who was the bigger one, he never understood why his partners always asked him to be more gentle. He felt as if He couldn’t get more gentle. He always felt like they were overreacting. That was until he met you.

You had him pressed into the mattress. This time he wasn’t the one in charge. He felt humiliated that a man as huge and masculine as him was in this position. His mates dared him to go on a one-night stand with you. For some reason he accepted. He told us straight away. “I got dared to sleep with ya.” Was what came out of his mouth.

You understood right away why they dared him to do it. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t, but he was about to find out. He felt strange and embarrassed that he had to ask you to slow down. This was the first time someone had him pinned down. He couldn’t move at all.

“Common, get up sweets.” You laughed at him, teasing him. He was a dick, and you were there to put him in his place. When he eventually tried to get up, you pressed deeper into him. He made an unholy sound and completely stopped trying. Frustrated, he yelped out “How big even are ya, you monster?!”

You found this as an opportunity to tease him even more. “Desperate to find out?” “Agh! No, fuck off!” He was so pissed. So pissed that he wasn’t able to take you. “Too much for ya sweets?” He hated it when you called him that. He was always calling people degrading nicknames. Now he was the target.

He kept grunting. He knew he would win that damned dare no matter what. “Common sweets try harder.” You chuckled as you thrusted with what you felt was a normal amount of force. He didn’t feel that way. You were basically rearranging his insides.

“God damnit!” He grunted. He was close, and you could feel it. “Let it all out darlin.” “FUCK OFF!” He yelled as he came into your sheets. “You are so cute when you struggle.” Now, he had to face another problem. He was done, but you weren’t.

He felt so pathetic that you made him cum. You went a bit rougher, not caring about his well-being. Your moans filled the room as he just let you use his body to get off. He felt relieved when you finally came. You filled him up. Sperm leaking out of his asshole. You pulled out only to see his stretched anus. You had to laugh to yourself.

You got up and started putting on clothes. He felt weird that you didn’t want to stay. And that’s when he realised. That this was all fucking planned. All the things he did to people smaller than him you did to him. You were probably paid to do this.

As you were leaving the room, you looked at him. “You look like you enjoyed that way too much, so stop lying to yourself. Whenever you want to be dicked down, you know where to find me sweets.” You smirked at him. “No way that he actually enjoyed that. You had to be faking it.”

He couldn’t finish thinking when you turned to him one last time. “You asked how big I am.” He waited for a follow-up. “Looking like a puppy at me. You really have to want it inside you again.” He sighed you tricked him again. You opened the door and started to leave. You spoke one last thing before you closed the door.

“Eight inches”

[ratskinsuit]

Could u do a pegging lucifer fic? And the (dom gn) reader is being extra mean to him and just degrading the shit outa him, and he’s just kinda crying begging for praise

Fucked Dumb

A/N: feels like forever since I wrote a smut fic lol. Times flying byyyy, sorry i haven’t been good with request recently I’ve just been working on my Ocs (plz I have so many I need to stop) and school blah blah blah. Hope you enjoyed!

Tags: Also consent is not states here but it was stated before you two do have a system, Aftercare is slightly mentioned, smut, pegging, nsfw, begging, brain fuck, sub Lucifer x reader, lil bit of blood play? (I think- idk reader licks up some blood from his chin)

MDNI

——————————————————————— P-lease agh- ha ah.. ngh darling PLE-ase…” Lucifer sobs, tears streaming down his face as you slam into him. His breath heavy.

You have him on the edge of the bed, legs spread as your strap pounds in and out of him at a fast pace.

All day he was begging for you to touch him, knowing you were busy with some important work. He kept persisting, sitting in your lap, “hugging” you from behind as he sits against you. Walking around in stupidly tight clothes.

You breaking point however was at the end of the day, when he was testing you all through a work call you had. Running his fingers up and down your thighs, holding your hand, slowly inching it towards his hard on.

So as soon as the call ended you slammed him against the mattress, his face going red with surprise, having not expected it.

You tied his hands together and left him there to go get your strap. A couple minutes later your fucking his brains out while he’s sobs on hour dick. Bringing you to now.

“Oh no no no. You w-anted to be a little fucker all day, practically humping me every time you got close enough. So now take it bitch.” You hiss, a particularly hard thrust earning a wail from the ruined man under you.

Lucifer’s hands are tied together above his head with a pretty red ribbon. It’s tight enough to keep him from wiggling but not enough to cut his circulation.

His hair is sweaty, sticking to his forehead and jutting out everywhere. Sweat drips down his face. His eyes are rolled back, twitching and blown out. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration, going from relaxed to tense every other second.

His mouth is wide open, your almost convinced a fly will go into it. Drool is running down his chin, flying everywhere as moans and begging tumble out. What he’s begging for; I don’t think even he knows.

“Pl- darlin- agh hng…AH hA! Fu-uck Hng…” Lucifer lets out a wail as you hit a particular spot inside of him, causing the sheets he’s gripping to rip.

He’s sobbing, as you continue to mash up his insides. He shudders, letting out an in-human sound as he orgasms for the 5th time this night.

“That’s five fu-cking times this night whore… hah… fuck, god that’s just sad. I’ve only come once? Needy bitch.” You tease as he writhes and shakes the bed, his orgasm washing over him.

He’s already came so much tonight, but still has more, coating the two of you.

He sputters, begging for a break as he can’t make out sentences. You watch as the king of hell moans and cries beneath you.

The sheets are ripped up under his hands, eyes completely rolled back. You see a trail of blood leaking from his mouth, and lean forward, licking it up with a swipe of your tongue.

You lean to him, forcing him into a hot kiss, that he tries to reciprocate but all he does is tangle his tongue with yours and drool all over himself.

You let out a laugh as you speed up, Lucifer choking on his own spit under you. “Fu-ck your so dumb-fucked you can’t even kiss you properly.

As quick as it had ended he tenses and cums again on his own chest.

“Dar- AH fu-hng… ple- I can- n’t hm.. m’be… been s’ch a goo-agh- good boy… plea-SE” He pleads at you, desperate for some relief.

You decide to take pity on him, and finish yourself off. You know he can take degradation but sometimes when he’s so far into subspace he gets really upset if you do it go much.

“Du-ont worry honey, your doing amazing, give me one m-more okay darling? M-..I wanna c-cum to, is that okay pr..etty boy?” You coo at him, and he nods frantically as you speed up,

“can- m’ make.. you cu- OH.. plea- you c-cu..m”he tries speaking but fails and you just shush him, untying his hands quickly. As soon as the are free he grabs your hand with one and squeezes tightly, the other going to your waist.

He’s babbling by this point, words and curses stringing together in noncence sentences, while you praise and coo at him. “Doing g-great my love, handsome boy. Go-nana make me come so hard…since your doing so-o amazingly..” he whimpers, reaching for your face and you lean and kiss him.

Him, having just cum, and you having been edging up to it. The two of you reach your orgasm quickly. You are locked in a kiss right as it hits you both like a freight trains.

Lucifer falls back, twitching and shuddering violently with his mouth wide open in a silent scream. You shake with your and collapse on top of him as you relish in the aftershocks.

After a couple of seconds, you sit up and pull out of him, him whincing a bit.

You throw the strap off to the side and go to the edge of the bed by Lucifer head. You push his hair out of his face and soothe his burning skin.

“You did so great my love, are you okay?” You ask, Lucifer gives a little nod. “Mhm’ I… agh fuck, can’t hng… feel my legs…” you giggle and crawl in next to him.

Even though the two of you were very sweaty, you held him as he closed his eyes, the two of you embraced together. “M…love you..” he murmurs, and you give him a kiss.

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A/N: As said in my other post I will be busy for a while after this, not going on hiatus just slow updates. I just wanted to get this out because I had it halfway done. Hope you enjoyed!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[xnchxntmxnt]

hey! i’m here for the anniversary event :) congrats again for your 1 year anniversary <3

my s/o (miya atsumu from hq) would wear smth like this:

what we’d do at the party : dance (ofc XD), chat and mingle with some of our friends, and probably escape for a little while, maybe a park or a garden, or even the balcony or something. (idk i’ve never really been to a party before oops)

our relationship - we’re that One Chaotic Couple TM AHHAJDHFFJ he’s the flirt who doesn’t even try unless it’s with me (and he doesn’t realise when he’s being hit on either), and i’m the one who smacks him back into reality. other times, we’re both goofing around and our friends can get so annoyed with us but then again they can’t really do anything about it (they love us anyway :p) we both comfort each other very well (usually just hugs and kisses and some words of affirmation and we’re good :)) and most of the time we can basically read each other’s minds too - he knows what i want or what i’m thinking, and same here.

some of my favourite songs - Guess I’m In Love by Clinton Kane (i love the lyrics so much), Afterglow by Ed Sheeran, 2002 by Anne Marie, comethru by Jeremy Zucker, Leave by Borgeous and Jordyn Jones, and Stay by Justin Bieber (had to search them cuz i don’t remember pop songs ajhajwjjfhvnfj and i hope those aren’t too many hehe)

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY :”) and happy 1 year anniversary again <333

i’m in love with all of this so many people picked such beautiful outfits??? i’m in love also this gives me an excuse to write tsumu and his southern accent <333 n e way

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

“whatcha thinkin’ about?”

you smile as you turn around to see atsumu walking over with two glasses. he hands you one and wraps his now-free arm around your waist.

“nothing much,” you reply, laying your head on his shoulder. it was a little chilly outside, but it was hot inside, so this was a bit better.

noticing how cold you were, atsumu took his jacket off and placed it around your shoulders. “that any better?” he asked, kissing your cheek. “ya looked chilly.”

you set your drink down on the banister in front of you and slide your arms in the sleeves. the jacket smelled like him—that sea breeze cologne you bought him a few months ago that you had no idea how it smelled like it did.

“much better,” you mumble, taking a step closer to him. “you look really handsome tonight.”

“don’t i look handsome all the time?”

you laugh, brushing a bit of hair out of his face. “you do, i promise. just a little extra today.”

“well, if we’re going by those standards,” he said, pulling you in closer. he leaned in, almost to kiss you, before he said, “then i think you look beautiful, darlin’.”

you smile before closing the gap between the two of you, kissing him sweetly. he pulled you against him, leaning you backward slightly. it made you laugh. you lean your head against his and play with the short hair at the base of his neck.

"i'd give ya twenty minutes to knock that off," he muttered, shooting you a teasing smile. you roll your eyes at him and kiss him quickly again.

"i dunno how i got so lucky with ya, sweetheart," he said after a while. "really. yer incredible."

"only as incredible as you deserve."

"nah, 'samu told me yer way out of my league."

"tell your brother he can shut up and sit and be jealous that he's not single."

"believe it or not that's almost exactly what i told him."

"we're starting to think the same, he's so screwed."

"yes he is. we should go bother him at work tomorrow."

"wonderful idea."

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...

this is how you fall in love - jeremy zucker

[ddejavvu]

you know that whole pilot speech thing hangman does? like how a pilot speaks to the passengers? my mind is dirty and likes to wander……… just humor me, imagine, IMAGINE! it would both be kinda cute, but also BRRRRRR because he would just narrate everything in that voice and with that stupid huge grin. maybe it would be like “no fucking way that could do it for me” but then he does is as a joke and it’s like “wait….wait… it’s not funny anymore… keep going👀”

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Jake," You gasp, laughter shaking your chest where it's pressed to his own, "No, stop- don't!"

He chuckles with a grin, gooey and sweet as his nose bumps your jaw,, "No, I'm sorry darlin', the announcement has to be made."

"Don't you dare," Through your fit of giggles you register the soft brush of his cockhead against your slit, and even though you're elated and giggly, your hips jerk up. He lets one last laugh out into the dewy skin of your neck, then adjusts his voice to pump it full of extra cockiness.

"Ladies and gentlemen," You can hear the smile in his voice, and you shriek with laughter in his grip, "An aircraft is approaching the hangar. Please open the- open the doors," His shoulders shake with laughter that leaks into his voice as he reaches down to nudge your thighs further apart, "And prepare for landing."

"You're so lame!" You giggle, the sound turning sultry at the end as it bleeds into a soft moan. He eases his cock into your pussy, pushing slow and steady as he slicks up his length in your wet cunt.

"Miss, please- do not call the pilot lame," Jake attaches his lips to your jaw, sucking and popping kisses to the skin there, "You seem to be enjoying yourself mighty well."

"It's your voice," You admit, laughter fading out from your lips when Jake bottoms out. You shift your hips with a whine, "It's- agh, it's sexy, Jake. It's really, really sexy."

"Well then," He grunts, hips pulling back to drag his cock along your walls until he's almost out completely. You nudge his chin up with your nose, and you bury your lips in his neck, face pressed to his throat, "I think the pilot should keep making his announcement."

"Please-! Please do," You pant, gripping at his shoulders and digging your nails into his soft flesh, "Please, Jake, I- ah! I can feel it."

As he speaks his throat vibrates ever so slightly, the sensation thrumming through your veins where you're flush to his throat. You lick, suck, and drool against his skin, teeth nipping at the tanned expanse before you.

You're surprised that, when paired with the steady pounding of his cock against your insides, you cum faster than normal. There's something about being pressed to his throat, practically sucking the words out of him as he drones in that cocky drawl of his. When your thighs stop their relentless trembling and he's still jackhammering into you, you push at his shoulders.

"Wait, wait!" You pant, "'S too much, I- I can't. C'mere." You urge, pushing his chest back and reaching for his stiff cock where it slides out of your cunt trailing a glob of slick, "My turn."

You sink to your knees beside the bed, and his eyes trail down your sweat-sheened figure, roving with special concentration over the sticky stains on your inner thighs.

"Oh, fuck, Jake." You breathe, mouth watering at the sight of his red-tipped, slick-soaked, leaking cock. You squeeze it gently, and he groans, hips shifting.

"Just- just hurry, darlin'." He pleads, bucking into your fist, "Please, can't take this much longer."

"I will, I will," This time it's your turn to grin deviously, licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. Your voice is far too gleefully satisfied when you speak, almost rivaling his own in terms of cockiness, "I'm finally about to find out the deal with airplane food."

[disneyanddisneyships]

Here is the ask for deena turning into a siren

I changed her sister's name because there were too many characters with her name.

Warnings: pretty graphic r*pe scene..... If you're uncomfy with that then I reccomend you don't read. Graphic descriptions of murder and trauma.

Aigéan swam ahead of her sister playfully as the two princesses raced to the surface.

"Aggie, wait up!" Deena called as her green tail moved as fast as it could.

"I win!" Aigean exclaimed as she made it to the surface. "Just face it Dee! You're the slowest swimmer in the kingdom!" She teased in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah and you're the bitchiest-" Deena muttered as she crossed her arms in a pout, her raven hair falling into her face despite the braid she wore to keep it out.

"Hey watch your language! You know Mama would kill you if she found out you spoke that way," Aggie stated before using her upper strength to pull herself onto a rock so she could sit.

"And mama would kill both of us if she found out we were on the surface," Deena replied.

"She won't find out! And even if she did what's the worst thing that could happen?" Aggie stated as she played with her blue hair, her pink tail curling so she could sit better on the rock.

Deena rolled her eyes before pulling herself out of the water to sit next to her sister.

"You're the crowned princess. If anything happened to you the kingdom would be in turmoil," Deena spoke as she laysd down on the rock, closing her eyes.

"That's not true. They'd have you," Aggie stated as she layed down as well.

"Ha! Me? Aggie cmon.... they wouldn't put their trust in me. I'm the one fascinated with humans, who hates physical touch, and who's never had a significant other, much less a merman. They would sooner let the kingdom fall than trust me," Deena ranted.

"I never did understand why you're so curious about humans. All they do is eat our friends and hunt us," Aggie stated.

"I dunno. There's just something about them.... they're basically mermaids without the tail.... I mean.... we're not that different from them," Deena explained before diving back into the water.

Aigean followed behind.

"Whatever. Cmon. Mama will be pissed if we don't make it home in time for dinner," Aggie stated. "Oh wait, my hairclip," she stated as she and Deena turned around, climbing back onto the rock to look for it.

"You see it?" Deena asked.

"No. You?"

"N-"

A net fell over Deena's form as a sailor scooped herbup and ran back to his ship with it.

"DEENA!" Aggie called out as she dove into the water and swam toward the ship, only to be caught by a harpoon flying into her tail fin. "AGH!" She cried out as she got reeled in and put on the ship with her sister.

The two girls clung to each other in fear.

Deena gasped.

"Our tails are drying," she muttered to her sister.

"Looky what we have here Cap'n," one of the pirates smirked as he looked Deena up and down.

Aigéan gently moved Deena behind her defensively, glaring daggers at the man.

As the girls' tails dried, they transformed into humans.

"Oye, two girls ey?" The captain spoke with a Nast sneer as he took a drink of water, placing iylt on the table next to the girls.

"Let us go!" Aggie shouted at the man, still protecting Deena.

"Aren't ye a sight for sore eyes, darlin?" The captain smiled before standing Aggie up and pulling her taught against him.

Deena hissed as she stood up to strike at him, only to be held back by two other pirates.

The pirate captain wrestled Aggie so her back was against the wall and he was in front of her.

The fear in her eyes being burned into Deena.

In the blink of an eye, the pirate's pants dropped and Deena could hear her sister's screams.

"AIGÉAN!" Deena shouted with tears in her eyes as she heard her sister's pain.. "STOP!" She shouted as she struggled against the other pirates until the captain pulled away and pulled up his pants.

Aggie dropped to the floor weakly, as tears stained her face.

In her weakened state, she reached out one of her hands to Deena.

A gunshot.

Aggie's body went lifeless on the floor, she looked at Deena, a tear running fown her face as her hand went limp, still reaching for her sister, falling with a small thud onto the ground as her last breath made itself known to Deena's webbed ears.

"SISTER!" Deena cried out as she became weaker, struggling against the two pirates that held her.

Her head went limp as she cried.

"Now it's time for this pretty little one, isn't it?" The captain spoke with a smirk.

Deena looked to her side weakly to spot the glass of water.

Anger shown in her brown eyes as they turned yellow.

With her legs, Deena kicked the glass over onto her feet.

Her green tail formed, but something else was happening.

Deena screamed out in pain as her green scales morphed to grey and black, her fins dissapearing, giving her tail the look of a serpent.

Her skin turned grey with dark seaweed green undertones.

Her nails grew sharp and she screamed out in pain as grey, finlike spikes grew from her back and the sides of her tail.

Her teeth grew sharp, and her eyes reacted as a cat's would when it's pupils get slim.

She lunged forward attacking the captain, biting out a good portion of his shoulder and moving onto the other crew members before diving back into the water, blood floating around her as she glared at the ship of pirates.

She gulped as she looked at her hands, adrenaline rushing through her veins.

As quick as lightning, she fled back to her home to tell her mother what had happened.

[daveys-angel01]

OK HI MY FIRST THOUGHTS ON "FACING YOUR CRUEL VAMPIRE EX" SPOILER WARNING YOU WERE WARNED

sam telling darlin' that they only have to do it if they want to <3 <3

THE PUNCHING SOUNDS WERE SO SATISFYING AGH

i hate british "people"

quinn calling sam darlin's new "toy" made me want to rip his head off omg

"you don't need me to separate you two... you'll take care of that all on your own" KILL YOURSELFSFGSDKHGJHG

THE SCREAM AFTER HE SAID THAT AND DARLIN' CRUNCHED HIS BONES AAAH SO TRUE

"i'll heal. will you?" IM GOING TO FUCKIGIN KULL TOYURWGSDHFGASFGASJF DIE DEI DIE DIE OH MY GOD

yes i will be in the crowd when they execute you <3

"i meant it when i said you were my favorite" please fuck off and go to hell please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

quinn calling darlin' "good little pain freak" GAH KIOYL TOUYSEFL OH MY GOF FIE DIE DIE I WIL BURN YOU PPELAE DIE FUCKING HELL O H MYOGBFO

darlin' walking out while he basically begs for them to come back is so badass of them <3 they're so hot

I'M SO HAPPY SAM GOT SOME TIME WITH HIM TOO

"that's for frederick... that's for his progeny... and that's for me." DADD- whaaaaaaaat who said that whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt???

"scumbag." SO TRUE SAM ILY

"no one owns them. least of all you." AMEN <3

THE GROANS IN THE BACKGROUND DURING SAM'S SPEECH AGHHH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO HEAR HIM SUFFERING FRFR

also sam's voice was very very hot during the speech.

also every single word that came out of his mouth was true and i love him so much oh my god.

"you deserve fear. and misery. and pain on the way out." MY EXACT THOUGHTS BBY

the hugs and kisses <3 i love sam and darlin' with my whole being omg

"you are the strongest person i know." dasfgsdgfsdjs i'm so soft for them oml

umm so basically to sum it up; i hate british people, quinn needs to die a slow and painful death, sam collins is so babygirl, and darlin' is so hot i want them

[lindseynicole1999]

BATTLE WITH JOHNNY CUBA PART 3 & FINAL

Tophat:*huffs**huffs**huffs*aaaaaggggggghhhhh w-w-warrior… Warrior held Tophat closer. Warrior:sssshhhhh~ is going to be alright now, so does the baby~*he kisses his husbands forehead* Tophat: b-b-but y-your w-*huffs*wounded*huffs* M-My Love*huffs**huffs**huffs*i-it h-hurts…..*huffs* Warrior puts a blanket on tophat and he held him closer. Warrior: sssshhhhh I know Darlin, shhh*he kisses his husband's forehead again and he holds his husband's hand tightly*okay now just breathe and push...I’m right here... Tophat nods.. Tophat:*huffs**blows**huffs**blows**huffs*blows**huffs**AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!*huffs**blows**huffs*blows**huffs**blows**huffs* he turns his head towards his husband. Warrior: One more push Darlin

Tophat:*huffs**blows**huffs**blows*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Warrior: You did it Darlin*sobs* Warrior warp around his newborn son with a blanket, Tophat passed out. Tencents: Warrior, Warrior*he ran into the Warriors tug boat**huffs**huffs**huffs* how’s Tophat…. Warrior turns his head towards Tophat, he’s checking on TopHat… Warrior: he’s recovering he’ll Wake up soon... Tencents: Okay, but where Wendy? Warrior: don’t worry, Wendy is safe with Lillie and Sunshine... He checks on TopHat again..but he’s not waking up… And Warrior has the worried look.. Tencents: Warrior what’s wrong… Warrior: I-I think…Top’at’s dead……no...NO..NO*sobs*..Tencents you babysit my newborn son!!!!*Tencents* Right!!!*takes Warrior’s newborn son* Y-YOU CAN’T NOT BE DEAD*SOBS* P-PLEASE p-please o-open your beautiful eyes*sobs* COME ON*SOBS* p-please………..DON’T DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE And Warrior bites tophat right on the neck..

Tophat: w-warrior……y-yo…..sav…. He held him closer. Warrior: Shh, close your eyes you need rest~ tophat looks up at Warrior a little. Tophat: B-be c-careful…..*he closes his eyes* Warrior: I well. my love~ Tencents: good luck, Warrior. Warrior: I well. At the old Warehouse Big Mac, Grampus, Zebedee, and Hercules still fighting with Johnny Cuba, Big Mac grabbing and holding Cuba that he won’t escape, Zebedee and Grampus all have the fighting mode, Hercules has the phone for calling the police. Johnny Cuba: GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRR YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS MUSCLE BOI AND YOU ZIPPY I’M GALD I KILLED YOUR GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS!!!!!! Zebedee growled like a dog. Big Mac: Shut Up Cuba, It’s over and you're going back to jail in no time!!!!!! Johnny Cuba: OH YEAH*he kicks Big Mac in the leg* THIERS NO WAY I’M NOT GOIN BACK TO THIS STUPID PLACE*he throws his stabbed knife at Big Mac right into the upper chest* Grampus: BIG MAC NO!!!!!!!! Big Mac:ggggggggrrrrrrrrr*feels the pain and coughing up blood coming out of his mouth* Johnny Cuba: ANY LAST WORDS, MUSCLE BOI HEHEHEHEHE*he being hit be pipe hard * AGH Warrior: Big Mac, are you okay?! Big Mac still coughing up blood. Big Mac: I’m fine Warrior……you and the other handle him… Warrior: Right and you rest!!!

Warrior, Zebedee, and Grampus continue fighting with Johnny Cuba, And Hercules joins in. At Warriors tug boat Tencents is still babysitting mini tophat, Miss Star shows up right on time...Miss Star: Um..am I too late there Tencents sweetie? Tencents: Nope… Miss Star: Oh good, who’s the child is this, Tencents? Tencents tells Miss Star everything. Miss Star: O-Oh my, but Warrior will be back soon*giggles* and I’ll take from here Tencents. Tencents smiles & gives the baby to Miss Star gently. back at the old Warehouse Warrior and the others grew tired and wound from all that fighting. Warrior: C-come o-on agh g-guys d-don’t g-giv*Cuba hits Warrior with his fist* Johnny Cuba: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH YOUR ALL USELESS HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE Big Mac was too weak to get up, but he has some way to get Cuba down, he grabs a stabbing knife.Big Mac: HEY CUBA!!!!!*he gets up, ran towards him, and stabs him on the side stomach* every Went silent…..the blood drips out of Cuba’s mouth. Johnny Cuba:uuuuhhhhhUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH………..hhheeehehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHH…. And everything is more silent And……..Big Mac has a bomb on his Belt and it going to explode one minute that he tells the guys to leave this place. Big Mac:* whisper*psst*guys*and they turn around*I have a bomb on my belt, I want you guy leave this place soon as possible and Warrior….be brave for me…..& take care tophat……and…I love…you…..little….bro….. Johnny Cuba suddenly stabs Big Mac right on top in the bottom chin…. Warrior just saw in Horror. Warrior: BIG MAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grampus: come on Warrior, we have to leave!!!!!!!!! And they started running and left Big Mac behind. Warrior:*sobs**sobs**thoughts**oh Big Mac why, why am do you have to die*sobs**Turing his head left to right* *sobs*Right, I must be brave no what….I must take care of top’at because I love him very much….and I love too….big brother…….*sobs*I must be brave for you* everyone:*huffs**huffs**huffs**huffs**huffs* Johnny Cuba: Heheheh….*coughing**coughing*heheheheheheh……*coughing*hehe I’ll g-get-*and the bomb went off* Hercules:*prew* we got out of here just in time m’dears… Zebedee: Yep… And Warrior smiles Warrior:*turns back into his human form*Hmm, let's go home shell we? Everyone smiles

At warriors Tugboat. Miss Star patches up Warrior a little Warrior: thanks Miss Star, your very welcome sweetie~*and she walks off* Warrior sats down by tophat with his newborn son. Warrior: So, have you decided to our cutie patootie~?Tophat giggled, Tophat remembers that name he and Wendy picked the name for the baby before he went into labor. Tophat: Mini Tophat*giggles*I and Wendy picked the cutest name for him what do you think?*giggles* Warrior: heheheh oooooohhhhhh~ mini top’at, so adorable….*he got closer to Tophat* your both adorable~ Tophat giggled and he loves the name too. suddenly Zebedee visits Warrior’s tug boat with Wendy. Zebedee: oh hey…um sorry for disturbing ya love birds….I’m here for dropping off your daughter off if you don’t mind hehe hehe Tophat:*giggles*no need to apologize, Zebedee, hello Wendy darling come and meet your baby brother~ Wendy comes closer. Wendy:*gasp* it’s mini top’at Tophat: it sure is darling be gentle with him, okay~ Wendy: Kay Wendy got closer to mini tophat Wendy: Daddy, I’m so happy your okay and I’m sorry I didn’t protect you…. Tophat: o-oh protect me… Warrior laugh Tophat: You don’t have to apologize my little Wendy you did well, just your papa*giggles* mini tophats eyes are beginning to opening-up Wendy:*gasp*he’s waking up, hi mini top’at, I’m your big sis and I’m excited that we are going play together and I’m protecting you no matter what…. Mini tophat: aaaaaaahhhhhhh*giggles Wendy:*giggles* Both:*giggles* both looked each other Tophat: I love you, my darling shining armor and thank you for saving my life~ Warrior: Your Welcome, my beloved water Nymph Angel~

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️MPREG,LABOR PAINS,GIVING BIRTH,GORE AND DEATH⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

[angellbarnes]

To Love a Soldier (1/3)

summary: When a date night gone wrong ends up going right, it turns out to be the beginning of something you never could’ve imagined. 

pairing: 40s Bucky x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: None. Just fluff and a sad lil bit at the end

A/N: This is the first part of a mini series I’m writing. I’ve had this idea for a while now and so I thought I’d make a lil series out of it. There will be roughly 3 parts I think. Agh this might be complete trash but I hope you like it and please let me know what you think! 🤍

part II

You propped your elbow up on the bar and leant your head in your hand. Staring at the almost finished drink sat in front of you, you let out a defeated sigh. Yet another failed date. Though this gave the man from a table behind you a perfect opportunity.

“Hey, pretty lady, whatcha doin’ here all by yourself?” He slurred his words as he rested on the bar beside you. Your face grimaced slightly as you politely told him to go and sit back down.

“Oh come on, let me show a beautiful dame like you a good time.” He winked and leant in further, sliding his hand down your back. Before he could get too low you stood from the barstool and kneed him in the crotch.

“How’s that for a good time, huh?” You scoffed. He groaned in pain and made his way back to his table in shame, hobbling on the way. You sat back down and quickly downed the rest of your drink.

“Wouldn’t wanna get on your bad side.” You turned to face a man a couple seats down along the bar. His voice showed amusement and he had a smirk painted nicely on his handsome face, though handsome was an understatement. A feeling arose inside you that you’ve never quite felt before. It was something of a need to know this man, know who he was, and it was pulling you towards him. Your whole body was suddenly warmer, feeling like you’d just laid your eyes on an angel.

“Unless you want what he got then no, you don’t.” You smirked back, drinking in more of his appearance. His hair was a rich, chocolate brown and looked so smooth you just wanted to walk over and run your fingers through it. He had a sharp jaw and defined cheekbones, accompanied by captivating blue eyes and an army uniform that you could only assume was hiding a perfectly toned body. Your daydreaming was paused by his, equally as dreamy, voice.

“I think I’ll pass on that.” He flashed a wide grin before scooting down to sit beside you. “So, why are you here by yourself, if you don’t mind me asking?” You took a breath and looked down to fiddle with your nails.

“Seems my date has stood me up.” You faltered a smile and shrugged. “I’ve always been good at picking the jerks around here. Never had much luck.” You joked. He gave a sincere smile, looking deep into your eyes.

“Well how about I buy you a drink instead?” He offered, raising an eyebrow and grinning a stupid, flirty grin as he leant his elbow on the bar. You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips in hesitation.

“That depends, are you another jerk?” You question, mimicking his actions.

“I guess you’ll have to find out.”

After another drink you learned a lot more about the mysterious and handsome stranger: his name was James Barnes, though everyone called him Bucky, and he was a Sergeant in the 107th, on his week off from the war. He had a best friend named Steve who’s little and skinny but with more might in him than a hundred men.

You could’ve sat and listened to this man all night. Conversations flowed and you shared childhood stories, along with hopes for the future and any random things your minds came up with. It’s like you’d known each other for years.

As you finished your sentence, giggling like and idiot and him doing the same, you dared to look back into his eyes. They were already on you. A comfortable silence fell between you and you subconsciously bit down on your lower lip, flashing a slight smile. His expression was soft, calm and his lips slightly parted, lifting at the corners. He slowly stepped down from his stool to stand in front of you, extending his hand.

“Care to dance, m’lady?” He asked with a crooked smile. You felt yourself blushing and slid your right hand in his left. He brought it to his lips and placed a lingering kiss on the top of your hand, then pulled you down from the stool and walked you into the middle of the room.

A few people were already dancing to the wonderful music being played by the pianist. A chuckle left your lips as Bucky held your hand up and pulled you close to place his right on your lower back. It wasn’t like when the other man had done it, no, this was tender, sweet and a gesture that made your breath hitch. Your left hand went to his shoulder and you both started to move perfectly in sync. You gazed up at him as he did down at you and, somehow, you knew this man was someone you were meant to meet.

As the music played and your bodies moved to the rhythm, it felt as though you two were the only ones there, the only ones in the world.

After the magical evening, Bucky kindly walked you back to your apartment, through the dimly lit streets of New York. You had both lost track of time until you realised it was midnight. You stood in your doorway, facing him with a stupid grin and him the same.

“I had a lot of fun tonight Bucky, thank you.” You gleam.

“Me too,” he shifted his gaze downwards, looking almost nervous, “I uh, was hopin’ I could maybe see you again? Tomorrow, maybe?” He questions sheepishly. You smile and tilt your head at his demeanour.

“Are you asking me on a date, Sergeant?” Your grin grew bigger as his did. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Well are you going to accept?” He questioned back. You pretended to think for a few seconds, giggling after not too long.

“I think I just might.”

“Then yes, it is a date.” He beams, “I’ll pick you up, here, tomorrow at seven. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.” And with that you stretched up to give him a kiss on the cheek, turned on your heel and disappeared into your apartment.

~~~

As you stood in front of your mirror, patting down the front of your navy blue dress and making sure your makeup and hair looked alright, your nerves started to sink in. A small flush of worry made you wonder if Bucky would show, or if he’d change his mind once he saw you, or if he-

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You grabbed your purse and made your way over. You slowly opened the door and noticed Bucky’s eyes widen and jaw slack a bit. A smile crept onto your face and all your worries were pushed aside as the man in front of you admired you wholly.

“Wow, doll, you look... incredible.” He was mesmerised by you and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips, blushing at the nickname.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You added and he held out his left arm.

“You ready?” You linked your arm with his and beamed up at him.

“Definitely.”

You found a nice diner to have some food at and conversation, as it had done before, flowed effortlessly and you laughed and smiled, and talked and talked. You would find him staring at you in awe, making you blush, and you felt so happy in his company. He paid for the food and you both carried on walking the streets. It was around 9pm by then and, since it was summer, the sun was just starting to go down.

“Where to now, soldier?” You looked up at him as you clung to his arm, sliding your right hand down to intertwine your fingers. You didn’t notice but his cheeks tinted slightly red at the gesture.

“Wherever your heart desires, doll.” He smiled down at you and you looked back down the street. You suddenly gasped and ran ahead, pulling him with you, causing a laugh to spill from his lips as you ran along like an excited child.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” You exclaimed in awe. You had taken him to a bridge where the sunset was visible between buildings, and somewhere slightly more secluded, and he gazed out for a second before turning back to you. Your hands were still linked and he relished in the feeling of your skin on his. His left hand felt like it was holding the most precious thing on earth as his eyes never left your face.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” His eyes scanned over every feature on your face and he smiled softly at how ethereal you looked captured within the sun’s last rays. Your eyes glowed and your awestruck expression as you watched the pinks and oranges stain the sky tugged at Bucky’s heart. The butterflies in his stomach were beyond control but he didn’t mind. He just wanted to stare at you for eternity, hold you for eternity, be with you for eternity and he’d never felt more sure about anything in his life.

You turned to look up at him only to see his gorgeous blue eyes on you. A smile crept over your lips and you tilted your head slightly. “Bucky, you’re not even looking.”

“All I wanna look at is right here next to me, darlin’.” Your words became lost at his comment. Just in the short time of knowing him it felt like you had forever and you wanted it to stay like that, with him. It’s nothing you could explain but it was something you were sure about.

You twisted your whole body towards him and he followed suit. Linking his other hand in yours you switched your gaze between his eyes and his lips, and he did the same. Subconsciously you both started leaning in, you let your eyes flutter shut and you started to feel his breath fan over your lips. Soon enough the gap between you was closed and you both captured each other in a kiss that could only be described as perfect. You melted into it and your hands left his to hold both of his cheeks, his falling to your waist, pulling you closer against his body.

You pulled away briefly, resting your forehead on his and giggled, biting your lower lip. Your thumbs ran soothingly over his cheekbones and you leaned in again.

The second kiss was deeper and more passionate. It had a meaning behind it, like it was something that the universe had been waiting for. Tongues passed through lips and you hummed at the sensation, revelling in his taste and he did the same at you. You both parted for air and continued to relish within each other’s hold.

You smiled and turned back around at the now deep blue sky, saying “Quite the kiss, soldier.” with a smirk, so you didn’t get to see the huge grin that grew on Bucky’s face. You didn’t see when he looked at you like you were the most precious and beautiful thing in the world. You couldn’t hear when he was thinking to himself wow, this woman is incredible and how he so badly wanted to kiss you again. You missed when he was looking around, in case anyone was there to see how hard he was falling for you, and as far as he could see, you were the only girl for him.

~~~

The next few days were spent together; he even stayed at yours for the night once. The two of you cherished the limited time that you had together before he would be sent back to fight, unsure of his return. The thought always made your stomach wrench.

He took you to new places, on new adventures around the city, you went to the movies, you stayed out late, you danced, laughed, even kissed in the rain one evening and he was always such a gentleman. Though that didn’t stop the cheeky, mischievous side that he would show when he would whisper some not-so-innocent things into your ear or steal some flowers for you, only to grab your hand and whisk you away so he could give them to you without being caught. They were always the same, though: red roses.

“The prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.” He would say.

There were so many little things that you adored about him. Small details in the way he said or did things, little gestures like kissing the top of your hand or smoothing circles on your waist as he held you close. Or the way his eyes would deepen with lust as he stared at you, making you feel like the luckiest and most beautiful girl in the world.

You thought about these things as you sat beside him on a park bench the day before he was to leave. You had your head resting on his left shoulder, with both your hands around his on his lap. He ran his finger over your knuckles and you made sure to make every last second you spent with him count.

“I got you something, doll.” He broke the silence, which caused you to face him. He smiled contently and brought a hand up to caress your puzzled face before reaching for his pocket. He brought out a silver chain and let it dangle before you. You gasped and took it in your hands as you noticed the small pendant attached. It was in the shape of a rose. You looked back up at him as your eyes began to water. He took the necklace and you turned to he could fasten it around your neck.

“Since I won’t be able to give you any roses for a while, I thought this way at least you’d always have one with you.” You turned back around and saw his smile hid sadness within it, as did yours. You couldn’t help but let a tear escape, your mind wandering over every possible scenario to happen after tomorrow.

“Shh, doll, ‘m gonna be back before you know it.” He swiped your tear away with his thumb and you leaned into his touch, letting your eyes softly shut. “I would never leave my best girl. I’ll make sure to give you a rose for every day I’m away when I get home, and we can carry on with this, with us.” He continued and his own eyes became watery as he spoke, both hands now firmly holding yours, reassuring you that you would see him again. No matter how hard you tried, though, your doubts were always clouding your thoughts. You forced a smile and gave him a lingering kiss before looking down and fiddling with the small rose that rested on your chest.

“It’s beautiful, Buck. I love it. I love y-“ Your eyes went wide and your hand quickly shot up to cover your mouth. There was a moment of silence between you and you mentally kicked yourself for doing that. It’s too soon, there’s no way he feels the same way.

“Hey,” he pulled your hand from your lips, “I love you too.” He smiled. A huge weight suddenly lifted from you and your lips parted in shock.

“You- you do?” You stuttered and he nodded. You grinned so widely you thought your face might split as you pulled him to your lips. You got lost in the kiss but briefly pulled away to whisper one thing, “I love you, soldier.”

~~~

It was the morning that Bucky was heading back off to war, the morning you’d been dreading. You had to say goodbye to the man you’d somehow managed to fall in love with in the space of a week.

You headed out your front door with a heavy heart and an aching soul. You hadn’t even seen him or spoken to him yet and you were already tearing up. A short drive to the train station and many deep breaths later, there you were, on the platform, watching your very own soldier boy stride towards you, looking handsome as always in his uniform. A sad smile overtook your face and your eyes glossed over as he reached you, silently pulling you into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you never wanted to let him go. You wanted him to keep hold of you, to say he was staying and always would, with you.

But that couldn’t happen.

The platform was bustling with sadness and worries that day. Sobs echoed through the air, bouncing off every corner whilst even the breeze that swept past was melancholy. Mothers were saying goodbye to their sons, children saying goodbye to their fathers, wives, sisters, girlfriends, all with the same fear in their hearts. You were just one of many who were dreading the day you would find out they were never coming back, coming home, no matter how much you were reassured by them that they would be fine.

He pulled back, keeping his arms tight around your waist, as if he thought you were about to run away. Your hand came up to his cheek while the other rested on his shoulder and he leaned into your touch, letting his eyes close, basking in these final moments of being in your embrace. You couldn’t help but let your tears win as he captured your lips with his, kissing you softly, yet with so much passion that it was tearing through your heart. You pulled away and a strained laugh escaped your lips.

“You better come back to me, soldier. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.” It was his turn to let out a small chuckle.

“I will, doll. I promise I will.” His eyes were pricked with tears now. “You’ll be on my mind every second I’m away. I love you, Y/n, too much for my own good.” And with that you pulled him into a tight embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck and pressing chaste kisses where you could, all whilst whispering that you love him too. You reluctantly let go and said your last goodbyes as tears were falling freely down your flushed cheeks. You were sobbing, yet smiling, as you watched him walk towards the train that waited to carry him and the other soldiers to whatever fate lay ahead of them.

[anne-white-star]

Young Jon pertwee x waitress!reader 

Notes: reader is a waitress jon saves her from a scary situation and more will happen read to find out😊

Please ignore any spelling mistakes thank you 😊

There are hystorical mistakes im sorry about that i tried my best

Warnings : cursing nothing bad or explisit

Words : 2067

It was 1947 2 years After the war of 1945 people wer trying to pick back up their lives. A lot of buildings were destroyed many people died, lots of people fled and fought the war it was a big chaos the last 5 years, but things were calm now.

Jon pertwee came back home from the war after serving as a marine in the navy on the HMS Hood also in the ww2 many of his men died one of the only survivers of his group was him and Ian Fleming. (I hope i got it corect if not my excuses)

"Hey jon! How are you doing mate?" Jon turnd around at the mention of his name.

"Oh hey ian, it has been a few years" jon grabed his hand and shook it "im doing fine how about you?".

"im doing alright, im just trying to pick my life back up you?" They started to walk next to echother.     

"Yes me to the past years have been really tough" as they both crossed the street jon his eyes fell on a bar/restaurant/pub "shall we go get a beer? Than we talk further".

"Sounds good im always if for a cold beer" ian laught

Walking in they were greated by lots of men sitting and drinking their fill, waitresses were serving food the bar tender was filling their beer mug. And there were a few cooks in the back prepairing some food. They sat down at a table and a women walked up to them.

"Hello welkom to the fox and hounds my name is y/n and i will be your waitress this afternoon would you like to eat or drink something?" She grabed a pen and note book out of her apron ready to Wright down their order. (The Fox & Hounds is locaded at 29 Passmore St, Belgravia, London SW1W 8HR, not far from jon his old home at 66 Chester Row it was build around 1960 but lets pretend its older)

"Umm yes" jon looked at the menu

"I'll take a pint" ian said

"I take one as wel"

Y/n looked up from her note book "anything ells?"

"No this is fine" jon smiled at the women

"Alright two pints coming up" she walked back to the bar to get them

"Are you starting to like her don't you?" Ian asked

"What?"

"I saw the way you looked at her"

"Oh be quiet you" jon punched his shoulder while grining  

"So here you go two pints that be 2s 4d"( its origanaly 1s 2d im not british i Googled it but i really don't know how this works it was after the war) she smiled and put them down on the table before them

"Here you go i pay for both of us" ian said to her and smiled

Y/n took the money from the table and put it in her apron

Jon started to drink his beer and they talked with echoter for about 30 minuts when

"Hey let me go aaahhh!!!"

They both turned around to look where the scream came from, when they turned around they saw y/n being hold back with a gun pointed to her head

"Give me all the money out the register or the pretty girl will pay with her life"   

"Please let me go" she asked while crying softly

Jon put his beer mug back down on the table and stood up "let the girl go"

"Hmpf" "what are you going to....." the man was caught of guard by jon punching him in the face "agh!! you fucking cunt!" the gun fell out of his hand and His hands flew to his nose. Jon grabed the gun from the ground and went to stand in between y/n and the man.

"Now put your hands up turn around and face the wall" jon pointed the gun in the back of the man "someone call the police"

Ian walked up to y/n and sat next to her on the ground "are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah im fine..... i just need a moment" *sigh*

About 30 minuts later Two police officers stept in "Good afternoon we got a call for a attempt of robbery and a hostage"

"Yes sirs here he is" jon said while still pointing his gun at the man.

"Alright we take it from here thank you so mutch for keeping him under controle" one of the police man took handcuffs and arested the man.

"Also here is his gun" jon gave it to the other officer

"Thank you sir, we will take care of all this".

After the police officers took the man away jon turned to y/n sitting on the ground with a blanked over her shoulders. "how are you feeling?"

"Im feeling better now thank you" *sigh* "i just feel a bit scared now to get home"

"Where do you life?"

"About 30 minuts away but i have to be at work tomorow"

"If you want you can stay at my home i don't live far from the restaurant"

"That would be Nice sir"

"Oh please don't be so formal just call me jon"

"Thank you jon" y/n smiled at him.

Ian had been gone for a few hours after the insedent, after y/n her shift they walked to jon's house

"So this is my place" jon unlocked the door and let her in. "Make yourself at home"

"Its quite lovely" she looked around, y/n put her bag down and hung her coat on the coat rack.

"You must be hugry" jon said while walking to the kitchen "what would you like?"

"Hmm is (favorite food) alright?"

Jon laught "sure but i don't know how to make that, perhaps you could help me?"

"Of course i will help you jon its the least i can do" she went to stand next to him.

After they were done preparing the food they both sat down and started to eat

"Hmm this tastes great"

"Im glad you like it jon"

When they were done with eating their food y/n went to prepare herself for bed "where can i sleep jon?"

"you can take the bed y/n i'll take the coutch"

"Are you sure?"

"Its fine don't worry, good night dear"

"Good night".

The next morning both jon and y/n had breakfast with echoter and talked about all kinds of stuff

"i can't thank you enough for helping me out yesterday"

"Oh its nothig i dealed with worse"

"You fought in the war din't you?"

"Unfortanetly yes" jon looked down sadly "so many died, i lost a lot of comerats in battle"

Y/n grabed his hand softly in hers "Im so sorry, that you had to go trough that jon"

Jon smiled at her "Its alright I only hope this never happens again"

Y/n looked at the clock "oh goodness i have to get ready my shift starts in an hour" she stood up and went to get ready for work.

The few days that y/n had to work she would sleep the nights at jon's house so that she could be at work on time when she had off from work y/n would go back to her own home. Jon had to admid the days when she wasn't there during the late afternoon and diner it was quite lonley, but the days she was at his house they enjoyed cooking, reading and playing games to pass the time.

6 months had passed sinds the incedent at the fox and hounds and y/n and jon got very close with echoter they became great Friends even to the point that they both fell in love with one another but both din't know it that they were.

"Hey jon in a few days there will be music at the fox and hounds and i was wondering if you would like to go with me?"

"Sure it sounds like fun"

The evening came around and people were dressed up formal y/n was wearing a long black dress with long white gloves and golden wristbands plus a pearl necklace around her nek her hair was in pretty waves down her back. They were enjoying them selfs when the bar tender came up to y/n

"Y/n can i talk to you for a moment"

"Alright sure, i be back in a few minuts jon" they both walked to the back of the restaurant "whats wrong?"

"Wel i got the news that the last person who was suposed to sing could't come because their car broke down"

"Oh no what are we going to do"

"Cant you go up there?"

"What me? Really?"

"Yes you, i have heared you sing something while being in the back your voice is very pretty y/n"

"Hmm... Alright i'll do it"

"Thank you y/n you are a life saver"

About 30 minuts later it was time for her to come one the stage

"Ladys and gentelmen may i have your atention for the last act y/n y/l/n"

(Play the song from here if you want)

🎶He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way

He had a boogie style that no one else could play

He was the top man at his craft

But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft

He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada🎶

Y/n looked over the crowd trying to find jon

🎶Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai

Have you ever danced in the tropics?

Well that girl's a fool

With the Gaucho?????

Of the South American way, hey!

Ai, ai, ai, ai. ai

Could you have ever kissed in the moon light

If you never kissed

Who knows what you've missed

In the South American Way🎶

Again looking around she still could't spot him

🎶Bei mir bist du schoen

Please let me explain

Bie mir bist du schoen means you're grand

Bei mir bist du schoen

Again I'll explain

It means you're the fairest in the land

I could say "bella, bella"

Even say "wunderbar"

Each language only helps me tell you

How grand you are

I'll try to explain

Bei mir bist du schoen

So kiss me and say you'll understand🎶

"Okay guys, grab your gal and hit the floor

'Cos here's that beat you've been waiting to swing to" said the bar tender to the crowd of people

🎶Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes

What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size

I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"

Hope he tells me, "Baby, what a wing it will be"

So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"

He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

In the mood

In the mood

In the mood

It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now🎶

She finaly spoted him in the crowd he was looking at her with a dreamy look.

🎶If you ever go down Trinidad

They make you feel so very glad

Calypso sing and make up rhyme

Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola

Go down Point Koomahnah

Both mother and daughter

Workin' for the Yankee dollar🎶

🎶Oh, Tico Tico, tick

Oh, Tico Tico, tock

This Tico Tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock

And when he says "Cuckoo"

He means it's time to woo

It's Tico time for all the lovers in the block

I've got a heavy date

A tete-a-tete at eight

So speak, oh Tico, tell me is it getting late?

If I'm on time, cuckoo

But, if I'm late, woo woo

The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait🎶

🎶In Spain they say "Si, si"

In France you hear "Oui, oui"

Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, ya"

Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, da"

La-la-la-la-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-de-de-da-da

De-da-da-da-da-da-da-da🎶

When the song was over people clapped and cheered for her performance. Jon walked up the stairs of the podium.

"That was amazing y/n i din't know you could sing so wel"

"Thank you jon it means a lot" y/n smiled

"I want to ask you a question y/n"

"Yes jon go ahead"

"Would you like to be My girlfriend?"

"I would love to"

Jon kissed y/n a top of her head knowing that this women wil be a great joy in his live.

The end

I hope you all enjoyed reading 😊

[moonjelliesjam]

Run Away Bride

Title: Run Away Bride

Pairing: Joker x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Black Butler-Book of Circus

Genre: Fluff! Implied smut at the end!

Masterlist

Series: N/A

Part 1 Only

Summary:

Joker and Reader are dating. When their father gets involved in an arranged marriage. Both parties are upset.

Notes: I had a hard time coming up with this.. so I had lost so many brain cells writing this..

Please be clear when requesting!

~Admin Estelle⭐

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"Has anyone seen Y/n?"

Everyone had shaken their heads at the Orange haired males sudden question.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Doll asked worriedly. Joker chuckled and shook his head.

"Father wants to see er' and is askin' so if any of ee' finds er' please let me know" He mumbled low enough for only the first stringers to hear.

He then smiled.

"Anywho! Let's get ready for the show now aye?" He chirped.

--

I was in the practice tent. Using my silk climbing up the soft fabric. Steadying myself.

"Y/n! Joker needs to see you!" Dagger called out.

I froze and sighed.

I loosened the tight end that held me up. I quickly descended from the silk, and stopped before I had fallen.

"Alright Alright I'll go see him" I giggled.

Giving the silk a tug. The knot had come undone thanks to a lower ranked stringer.

"I'm serious Y/n.. He needs to see you.." He whispered.

I smiled and nodded.

"I'll go I'll be back soon!" I smiled wrapping the silk around my shoulders.

Walking out of the practice tent, I had begun my way towards the ring leaders tent.

I cleared my throat gently.

"Joker? You needed to see me?" I chirped. Not wanting to draw any suspicion towards my actions or tone.

The flaps of his tent opened and he greeted me with a smile.

"Yes I did come in darlin!~" he chuckled motioning to come inside.

I swiftly entered the tent and sat on his bed. Waiting for him to speak.

Looking in his direction, he was ordering Peter and Jumbo not to disturb the meeting we were to have.

He closed the flap and turned towards me. Running a hand through his hair sighing.

"Darlin'... Father wants to see you..tonight.. ee' said it was somethin' important.." He began.

I looked away from his eyes, and to the ground.

Hearing his movements, he was now crouching. Cupping my cheeks, with a soft gaze.

I refused to look into his eyes.

"Darlin'.. why is he asking for you so much? Please I need to know..." He whispered.

Looking into his amethyst colored eyes, with my now glassy ones. Tears threatening to spill.

"Joker...You know I cant.." I whispered biting my lip.

His gaze was now sad. His thumb caressing my cheek.

"Please Darlin'.. I love ee's and hate seeing ee' cry.." He mumbled.

Tears began to flow.

I couldn't tell him no matter what..

"Joker.."

"Yes?"

"Promise me you'll continue to care for the others alright? Please" I whispered looking into his eyes once again. My tears clouding my vision.

"I will.."

"Thank you.." I hiccuped.

Pressing our foreheads in this momentary bliss. That was soon temporary.

--

"Y/n! Sweetheart! Your here! Joker! My boy! I've missed you!" Father Cheered greeting us.

"Hello again father!" I chirped pulling on my facade to please him.

"Hello Father.." Joker Smiled.

We were ushered into the dining hall. There sitting was a man around my age with his Butler.

"Joker be a good boy and fetch us the finest wine!" Father Laughed.

Joker simply nodded, bowing before he had left.

"Now.. Sweetheart This is Lord Greyvoice he has kindly asked for your hand!" He smiled.

I froze.

I looked at the man. From his suit, hair, everything about the man.

It screamed Control.

"Pleasure to meet you Lord Greyvoice" I smiled giving a curtsey.

The man smiled standing to bow.

"Likewise" He chuckled.

--

The laughter from both males had died down. I looked at the table in shame.

I was seated in this man's lap. Whom I had never known.

Suddenly the door had opened and there was Joker.

"Joker! My boy! We have excellent news! Y/n is getting married!" Father exclaimed in excitement.

I looked up with sad eyes at him.

His eyes locked onto mine. Emotions swirled in his eyes. Mainly Sadness.

"Oh.. Congratulations Y/n.." He mumbled.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Father? May I spend my last day with Joker? Before I leave for Lord Greyvoice's Manor?" I requested.

Hopefulness gleaming in my eyes. Father paused for a minute and nodded.

"I will allow it but, please return her Joker!" He laughed.

The dinner had continued conversations going back and forth between Lord Greyvoice and Father.

--

"Joker.. I don't want to get married" I cried into his jacket.

His arms wrapped around me tightly. Soft sobs left me as he comforted me.

"I know Darlin' but why didn't you tell me?" He whispered.

My cries had slowly stopped. I looked up at him my eyes now red.

"I wanted to but, That man said if I had said anything then he would hurt you and the others..father had no choice.." I whispered.

"Well at least we get to spend our last day together" he chuckled attempting to lighten the mood.

I smiled at his attempt. He smiled and pressed our foreheads together. We let a smile graze our lips.

My hands cupping his cheeks. His hands on my waist. Our lips getting closer and closer. Soon closing the gap.

Our lips connected. It felt like fireworks. His tounge gently swiping across my bottom. I allowed his tounge to enter my mouth.

The feeling of his pink muscle touching every bit of my mouth. Gently lifting my own tounge to battle his.

My hands letting go of his cheeks and now in his soft orange hair that had been left down.

Our bodies pressed closer together than ever.

Open mouthes kisses sounds bounced off the fabric of the tents.

Sooner than later the kiss turned into something more.

--

Panting and looking at my ginger lover. Tracing circles onto his chest gently with my index finger. My legs shaking violently. It was my first time, and I had given myself to him.

"Joker?.." I blushed looking at him with a smile. He turned to face me with his cute smile.

"Hm?.." He hummed in response.

"I love you.. more than you will ever know and I'll never stop" I Smiled at him pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away. He had a love struck smile on his face.

"Darlin' I love you too dont ee' forget about it" he chuckled now hovering above my naked body with his.

Only to press another kiss to my lips, trailing down to my neck.

Letting out a soft giggle at his actions. The shakiness of my legs had soon stopped.

"Hey Joker! I think one of the- Agh! I'm so sorry I'll be back at another time!!" Dagger Screeched running out of the tent.

The air thick in the sudden awkwardness.

We were covered under his sheets, only Jokers bare back exposed.

We looked into eachothers eyes and laughed.

This was amazing..

Even if were to last for a few moments..

--

Today was the day I would leave for Lord Greyvoice's manor. My arms around Joker's waist tightened.

I didn't want to be wed off for entertainment.

The ride towards father's house was silent and grim.

It was Unbearable.

"There is the lady of the hour!" Father had chirped.

I plastered on a happy facade and dismounted the horse. Joker as always helping me down from the large height.

I smiled sadly at Joker giving him one last hug before, being off with the man I was soon to marry.

"Stay safe and I'll come fetch you.. I promise you Y/n.." he whispered before letting go of me.

I looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Y/n! It's time to go on my doll!" Father Impatiently called out. Ruining the sweet moment between Joker and I.

We had let go of eachother and I was whisked away somewhere unknown to me.

---

I had hated the moment I had stepped into the carriage.

The lord had began to make small advances which I had quickly shut down.

When I refused to go along with his act, he would send glares my way.

I only sighed.

I wished and hoped that someone would save me. Months had passed by and, The wedding was three days away.

Sitting by the window as usual. I looked to the sky where it was now growing gloomy.

Lord Greyvoice had no interest in me, of what I liked, What my hobbies were or anything in general.

He was only interested in my looks.

I was nothing more than a trophy sitting on a shelf.

---

I froze upon hearing his words.

"My l-lord.. I am to do what?" I stuttered completely baffled by his words.

His eyes narrowed at me from across the table. Running a hand through his thick hair.

"You are to visit your family to tell them of the wedding next week.." he spoke sternly.

I smiled after months of living with him. My happiness practically bouncing off the walls.

"Thank you!" I chirped at his words.

He only chuckled and nodded.

Maybe he does have a heart..

I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled as I neared the circus.

I missed this place.. after all.

I still loved Joker. Regardless of what anyone else had thought.

It was early in the morning. The air crisp, and the grass crunched under my feet.

As I walked towards the circus grounds many familiar faces smiled at my prescence.

I had walked towards the First stringers tents. Only to be met with the man himself.

Joker...

I smiled at him. Only for him to run his eyes w iui th his hands in amazement.

"Y/n is that really you?" He whispered not believing himself.

I only giggled and hugged him.

"Yes its me Joker I've missed you.." I whispered with a smile.

Picking me up and spinning me around. Glee on his face.

I laughed and was set down on the grass once more.

"I thought you were with that horrible man! I'm so glad your back! I've got to tell everyone!" He laughed in relief.

I smiled sadly cupping his cheeks kissing his lips.

"Hey Joker.. I was- Wah! I thought you still loved Ms Y/n!- wait Y/n?!" Dagger gasped.

I pulled away smiling sadly.

"I'm only allowed for a certain amount of time but would you mind getting everyone?" I chirped ending with a sad tone.

Joker and Dagger gave me confused expressions. The blond had only nodded and went looking for the rest of the first stringers.

Soon they were gathered in Joker's tent. Sending questions at me all at once.

I sighed and whistled.

"Everyone I know this isnt the best to be questioning me but.. I am alright.. and I have some news for you.." I bit my lip out of habit.

They all looked at me with concerned gazes.

"As of Today.. I am engaged to a man that is not Joker.. Father's orders... and in two days I will be married.." I hiccuped.

They all looked in me in shock. Never once have I ever cried.

Sobs escaped my lips as I was held by my saddened siblings and Joker.

-

I stood in a room, Champagne colored dress. A simple train. The bust decorated with small detailed roses sewn into the fabric. The top of the dress connected to short sleeves that loosely hung around my shoulders.

Long champagne gloves covered my arms. A few white roses along with baby's breath pinned to my hair.

My hair flowed with simple curls framing my face.

Makeup done.

A bouquet in my hands. And finally a sheer veil covering my face.

I looked amazing yet.

I was marrying the wrong person.

A knock was heard at the door. As I continued to stare into the three paneled mirror. The door opened.

It was my soon to be step mother.

Oh a wicked woman she was. Ordering me around and parading at my mistakes.

"Listen to me and your family will be saved after all.. you will be a good girl wont you?" She hissed.

I turned to her nodding.

"Good now let's go.. this is a private wedding after all" she cackled walking back out of the doors.

I only sighed.

This was it.

And there was no going back now.

--

The music had began and I walked down the aisle together with father.

Spotting a few of the first stringers. I smiled bashfully at them hoping they would notice.

Hoping they would save me from what I was about to do.

Gulping nearing the end of the aisle.

Father had handed me over to the man who was soon to be my husband.

I stood in front of the man, who only was distracted by the ladies wailing in distress of their crush getting married.

-

"Do you Lord Greyvoice take Y/n to be your wife?" The priest began and looked at the man.

He turned towards the prist and grinned.

Looking at my figure, licking his lips.

"I do..~" He purred.

My heart began to pound through my chest.

"And Do you Y/n take him to be your husband?" He spoke.

I looked at my family and back at my soon to be stepmother.

She gave a menacing glare that sent chills down my spine.

Lord Greyvoice's hands squeezing my hands.

"I do..." I whispered.

The priest nodded. I looked back towards my family who stood up helping father along the way.

A few tears had slipped.

"And as always Does anyone here object?" The priest boomed.

My shoulders slumped not seeing anyone wanting to object.

This was it.. I'm going to get married to a man that I dont love..

Before the priest could speak, Yhe doors slammed open.

There stood Joker.

I smiled seeing him.

"I DO! Y/n you have been the best person in my life! I still and will continue to love you! Even if you dont feel the same! I'm not sure what he sees in you! But from here I see you and only you.. not your looks not your insides but everything.. so please dont do this! Come back to me!" He shouted.

I felt my hands loosen. The grip of the man was gone. I looked at him, only to see him in disgust and shock.

This was my chance!

I slipped my hands out of his, picking up my dress I ran towards him.

"Joker!" I called out with a smile.

"Y/n!!" He called out reaching for my hand.

I took his hand and we ran from the gasps of the people.

Joker stopped only to pick me up. I smiled at him.

"You get back- agh!" I heard the wicked woman shout, only for screams to be heard as we fled.

Clinging to Joker grabbing handfuls of the fabric , I squeaked.

" I knew you would come back!" I whispered.

"Of course I would I love ee' too Y/n!" He laughed.

Soon we had stopped in a secluded meadow. Being set down and looking at him.

He was panting and sweaty.

Gripping my dress. I stepped closer to him only to tackle him in a hug.

"Woah!" He gasped at the sudden action.

We had rolled down the grassy hill only to land in a field of flowers.

I sat up and laughed.

He chuckled and Sat up laughing.

"Now that were away.. Joker.. I've always loved you.. no matter what and I will never stop" I smiled.

Hearing him chuckle made me feel butterflies.

"I would kiss you but something's in the way" he mumbled frustrated.

I blushed.

"Joker?" I giggled.

"Yes?" He smiled.

"You may now kiss the bride" I chirped.

He laughed and lifted the veil.

Cupping my face, and closing the gap. My arms wrapping themselves around his neck loosely.

Pulling away for air I smiled.

"Thank you for saving me.." I whispered pressing my forehead against his.

"I'll always save ee' no matter what!" He laughed and pulled me into another kiss..

[takeiteasypeasybaby]

Save Me: Chapter 75 - For Me

~Hey guys! Chapter 75 is out now :) I cant believe theres only two more chapters of Save Me, this journey has been incredible and I'm so grateful for all of you supporting me <3 Enjoy!~

Molly, Negan and Daryl all go out to look for Lydia when they encounter a dangerous threat which affects the safety of the whole family.

That journey felt like the longest ever.

Each step we took felt like we weren't any closer to reaching Lydia.

We didn't even know whether she would be at the bridge but I just held onto hope a tightly as I could because there was no way in hell that I would leave her out there.

When we reached the border, I angrily took out the pikes that lined it.

The barbarity of the whisperers would never been repeated but unfortunately we would never be able to forget either, pikes or no pikes.

That was where Aaron and Carol had seen Lydia and they told us the direction she had headed in since, so we followed it until we got to the road.

I recognised it instantly and I knew that the bridge wasn't far from here.

'Guys! this way!' I said to Negan and Daryl as I saw an abandoned car in the distance.

We all automatically put up our weapons, just in case of people or walkers in or around the car.

Negan asked me to stay back and wait while he and Daryl checked it out.

I reluctantly agreed and watched them cautiously as they moved around the vehicle.

Daryl wiped away dust on the back window and shook his head to signal there was nothing in there.

Negan moved around and stopped when he crouched by the back tires.

'Molly' he shouted as he ushered me over.

'What is it?' I asked worriedly as he stood up slowly and turned around as he held out a silver locket in his fingers.

My heart dropped as I took it in my hands and saw the engraving: T.C.

'It's Lydia's' I said sadly as I looked down and put it in my pocket.

Daryl patted my shoulder and said 'it could've fallen off, doesn't mean she's dead'.

Negan nodded.

'We'll find her Moll' he said smiling weakly as he wrapped an arm around me.

I nodded a silent 'mhm' as we kept walking.

She could still be at the bridge or somewhere near it, I thought to myself.

Hope was all I had at the moment and I couldn't lose it or it would break me.

It wasn't much later until we reached the bridge.

I paced as fast as I could in my condition and checked the bridge frantically.

There was no sign of her at all.

I wanted to scream in pain as I gripped my hair in frustration.

'What if something happened to her? I was sure this was it! This was the place!' I yelled as I started to tear up.

'Kid!' Negan yelled as he searched down the bank.

Daryl went in the opposite direction and yelled 'Lydia!'.

I paced around on the bridge as tears rolled down my face.

'I can't lose her' I said to Negan as he came back up to the bridge.

He ran over and hugged me as he stroked my hair.

'I know, I know' he said soothingly.

'I can't lose anyone else, I just can't' I cried into his chest as he kissed my head and turned to Daryl almost pleadingly.

This was the first time where I saw Negan feeling completely hopeless and out of control, he knew he couldn't help me or take the pain away.

'I'm not stopping until I find her' I said as I inhaled and wiped away my tears and I continued over the bridge.

'We've gone too far out, it's getting dark' Daryl said softly.

Negan spun round and said sternly 'she's our daughter, you go back if you want but we're going on. I can protect Molly by myself'.

Negan followed after me and so did Daryl after some hesitation.

We carried on walking for hours and hours, stopping occasionally for water and rest.

It was starting to get dark now so we agreed to walk along the roadside so we could see walkers better just in case any approached us.

I felt like I was in a daze, the only sound was the clack of my feet on the tarmac as we walked with no end in sight.

Our supplies were starting to get low and Daryl was right, it was getting dark and soon it would be stupidly dangerous to stay out here.

Negan persuaded me to turn back and just as I agreed I saw another abandoned car further up the road.

It looked like it had crashed into a tree and some walkers were around it.

'There's someone in there!' I said as I pointed it out.

'Walkers wouldn't be around it if there wasn't' I said hopefully.

Daryl and Negan ran over to check it out as I paced after them.

Daryl took out the walkers with his crossbow as Negan ran round to check inside.

'There's someone in there!' he said to me as he pulled open the door.

'Lydia' he said slowly which made my eyes widen as I came over as fast as I could.

He reached inside the backseat and carried her out, laying her on the grass as he checked her pulse.

'Lydia! Oh my god!' I said as I stayed by her worriedly.

'She's alive, but her pulse is weak' Negan said as Daryl took out a blanket from his rucksack to make her more comfortable.

I took her hand in mine and it was as cold as ice, she started to move and her eyes opened slowly as she looked at me.

'Mom?' she asked as she tried to sit up.

'Easy, easy' Daryl said as she lay back down.

'You found me' Lydia said wearily.

'I'm so sorry' she cried as she lay back.

I lowered myself down slowly and sat next to her on the grass.

'Hey, shh, it's okay. I'm just glad I found you and that you're safe' I said as I stroked her face.

Negan gave her some water and food and she started to regain her strength.

'Why did you leave kiddo?' Negan asked softly.

Lydia looked down sadly and said 'I thought it would be better for everyone at Alexandria if I left. No more reminders of the whisperers so everyone can just heal. I do love Alexandria, it's my home, but when you said that Alpha had died...I felt weirdly out of place, like I didn't belong anywhere'.

'I understand. I was so wrapped up in the idea that the person who had killed my sister was dead, but I didn't think about how she was your mother and how hard losing her would be on you. I should've known you weren't okay, that's my job. But, I swear to you, I will do better. I promise, we promise' I said seriously as she smiled at all of us.

'Thank you. Not just for saving me, but for everything else. You both gave me a home and I'm sorry it took me so long to realise that it is my home and that I do belong in Alexandria. For the longest time, I've always felt out of place, but now I know that people may call me a whisperer, but that doesn't mean that I am one' Lydia said softly as Negan and I hugged her.

'You're damn right kid' Negan said smiling as he looked up at me.

I was crying happy tears because I had my two daughters back and they were both safe.

We were getting ready to leave and head back to Alexandria and as Negan held my hand and helped me up, a sharp pain shot up my spine.

'Agh!' I shouted as I placed a hand on my back and I felt pressure in my lower stomach.

'What is it? Is it the baby?!' Negan asked worriedly as I leant on him.

I nodded 'mhm' as I shut my eyes tightly in pain.

Daryl said 'shit' as he and Lydia gathered up our stuff and said we had to move because he saw a large hoard of walkers in the distance.

'We can't out run em, we need shelter' Daryl continued as I tried to walk as Negan helped me lean on him for support.

'There's a house just down the road' Negan said as he looked around us frantically and spotted a shadowed building close by.

I panted and winced at the pain.

It must have been contractions and the pain was becoming unbearable to keep walking so Negan lifted me up and carried me in his arms.

'You can't, I'm too heavy!' I said breathlessly.

'Light as a feather darlin' he joked as he walked further.

Daryl opened the gates to the house and he busted open the door and checked for walkers inside.

Lydia held my hand as Negan carried me to the door and up the stairs.

The house was abandoned and old, the windows were cracked and the floorboards creaked.

Daryl secured the front door and pushed a bookshelf against it to hold it incase the hoard moved past the house.

He shut all other entrances and met us upstairs where Negan was laying down blankets and Lydia was taking out water and rolling up her sleeves.

'You know how to do this kid?' Negan asked Lydia as she remained calm.

'We had a lot of births being outside' she replied as Negan just nodded.

Daryl stood around awkwardly until he said 'I'm gonna keep an eye out downstairs, tell me when y'all done' as he walked swiftly out the room.

I started to sweat and I panted through the pain.

Negan removed my shirt and pants as I lay on the blankets with my head propped up on a pillow.

'Your water's broke and you're dilated about 4cm' Lydia said calmly as we were both in awe.

She sounded like a damn doctor.

I grabbed Negan's hand and squeezed tightly when the contractions came, it felt like I was being repeatedly shot in the stomach.

Lydia held my legs as she said 'I can see her!'.

I panted in relief as Negan wiped my brow to keep me cool.

I started to push and screamed 'Agh!' as I squeezed Negan's hand harder, digging my nails into his skin.

He just chuckled the pain away and stroked my hair.

'You're doing wonderful darlin' he said softly as he kissed my forehead.

I took a few deep breaths between pushes and screamed through the last push as Lydia said 'keep going, she's here!' and pulled her out.

I panted as my eyes rolled closed and I smiled when I heard screaming from my baby.

'It's a girl!' Negan said as Lydia wrapped her in a blanket and tied the umbilical cord with string in her bag.

Daryl came back in and said 'coast is clear' and immediately looked away when he saw the mess.

'Daryl I need your penknife' Lydia said as he handed it to her hastily.

She cut the cord and lifted our baby to me.

I cried when I saw her little face.

I held her against my chest as Negan wriggled down to lie beside me as he kissed our daughter on the forehead.

'Welcome to the world Zoe' he said softly as he smiled at me.

I smiled and asked 'Zoe? I thought you didn't like that name'.

He shook his head.

'No, after what you just fucking went through, you can have your choice' he chuckled as he kissed me.

'Hi Zoe' Lydia said as she lay down on the other side of me.

'Is that your big sister?' I whispered to Zoe as she opened her eyes and stared at her.

'How are you feeling?' Negan asked me worriedly as I smiled up at him.

'I'm perfect, absolutely perfect' I replied happily.

'How lucky are we? Our two daughters' Negan said as we all cuddled together.

While Lydia and I held Zoe, Negan jumped up to check outside.

'We should be okay here for a few hours' he said as he looked over to Daryl who nodded.

'The hoard might not come this way but that doesn't mean that it couldn't. We need to be ready to move if it does' he replied.

I shot Negan a worried look and he said to Daryl, 'my wife has just given birth, I don't think she's up for a walk right now'.

'We might not get a choice' Daryl said sternly as he and Negan glared at each other.

I sighed and said 'enough, if we have to go, we go'.

Lydia packed up her bag as I breastfed Zoe, admiring how adorable and perfect she was.

I reached back and undid the clasp of my locket and tucked it into Negan's jacket which was on the floor next to me.

I just wanted to make sure that Zoe would get the locket no matter what happened, I wanted my daughters to be equal.

I pulled out the locket from my pocket and gave it to Lydia.

'We found this' I said smiling as she looked so happy to see it again.

'It must have ripped off when I fought off a walker' she said as she put it back on and admired it.

'Been there' I joked as Negan turned around and rolled his eyes in reminiscence.

Daryl watched at the window for hours without sleep while he protected our family.

'Thank you Daryl' I said smiling at him as he nodded.

'She's gonna be a lil ass kicker that's for sure' Daryl said sweetly.

Negan and I chuckled as we held her in our arms.

Lydia was nestled under my arm and I stroked her hair as we all lay there in silent peace.

My bleeding had stopped and I felt my strength coming back after a few hours which was a good sign.

But, just as I was about to sit up, Daryl said 'hoard' as he spied it through his sniper rifle.

'We have to go' Lydia said as I held Zoe in my arms and Negan grabbed our bags.

[aka-indulgence]

Nightly Drink

Got insomnia, and a headache, again.

Desc: Reader couldn't sleep and goes out to get a drink while UF!Sans is asleep...

(yes I love UF!Sans skdbnd)

"Ugh... Fuck," you growled, putting down the phonw you've looked at for the 10th time tonight. It's way past midnight now and you just wanted to sleep... But nooo, your head decided it was time to think a bucnh of stressful things and gave yourself a headache.

Well this is pleasant. You groaned in your mind as you looked at Sans, already sleeping and huddled close to you, his arms folded in a cute way next to your shoulder- like a baby. You gave him a little kiss on the side of his skull and he stired a little- making you smile before you stood up from your bed to walk out to the living room.

You hate it when this happens. As if the bout of insomnia wasn't enough- you decided to give yourself a headache as well?

You turned on the lights, wincing a bit as your eyes got used to the relatively soft yellow light of the kitchen, seeming quiet and still dim compared to the dark living room. You grabbed a sachet of cocoa powder and grabbed a mug, pouring the contents in becore simply bringing it under the tap to fill it up, it not needing hot water to mix. You grabbed a spoon and stired it before taking a slow sip of the drink you made.

... You wished it was hot coco... But you're too lazy to heat up water for a few minutes, you wanted to go to sleep... And secondly, the kitchen wasn't cold, it still being in the transition period from summer to fall, so it was better cold. Though... It wasn't really cold... Maybe you shoud add some ic-

"baby?" you heard from the bedroom behind you.

"... Sans..?" you said in a quiet voice, knowing he won't hear you, just talking to yourself.

"agh fuck- babydoll, sweetheart- w- where are you?"

Oh shit.

"Sans!" you called to him from the kitchen- and immediately Sans was beside you, a few drops of red sweat rolling down his skull.

"Sans... You ok...?" you gently held his sleeve- and he immediately wrapped himself around you, leaning into you.

He breathed for a little while. "mmf- yeah. yeah i'm good. don't worry 'bout me..." He nuzzled into your crown, making you lose grip a little on your mug.

"Did you have a nightmare...?" Sans had nightmare sometimes... Sometimes his skull going back to when he was in the Underground, before he met you.

"no." he quickly replied, "didn't feel ya body heat with me sweetheart. got drawn awake by the cold bedside ya left me." he said hurriedly, squeezing you a little.

It was... Rare that Sans was just openly talking to you like this- not that he would hide things from you anymore- that was sorted out ages ago. It's just- he didn't really just come to you and quickly jumping into it like that. Did you really scare him thaf much?

"Oh, sorry..."" you stifled back a giggle that must be out of place if you let lose- just from your little quirks when Sans was just being ao affectionate all of a sudden. "Didn't mean to scare you... I just went out to get a drink, Sans."

Sans lifted his skull from your head, his red lights trailing from you to the drink, still unfinished.

"can ya uh, heheh, can ya wake me up next time?" he paused for a bit, his eyelights seeming to take in your face. "... when ya want ta leave the bed, i mean."

"But Sans... I don't want to bother you." you answered honestly. Sans snuggled his face into your neck and took in a breath.

"it's better than t' wake up without ya by my side darlin'..." He sniffed again. "'sides, it don't bother me none if it's for you, dollface."

A tired amile came up ypur face and you cupped his cheekbone, giving him a peck. "Ok, if you say so Sans... You know I'm not going away, right? I'll always be with you."

"yeah, i know but-" he looked away, his sweat still building up on him, "doll, i gst these dreams where ya... just... disappear. from the very same bed we sleep on. jus'... it's dark and cold and all of a sudden yer just gone like that- that was just way too closd to reality earlier..." he tightened his grip on you.

"Oh Sans..." your heart bled for him as you put down your cup on the kitchen counter, wrapping your hands around his skull, his back hunched over so he could be clossr to you. "You know I'm not leaving..." you gave him another kiss between his eyesockets. "I love you ok? You're gonna be ok."

Sans eyelights went soft at that, where he gave you a tiny peck on the lips, his red lights just radiating love and affection to you. "ok doll."

He lulled a chair from the counter, sitting on it and pulling you to his lap, a hand circled around your waist.

"now finish yer drink so i can go back ta cuddling you in bed." he mumbled as he nuzzled into the sidd of your arm, already feeling drowsy again.

[thirium-fiction]

Copycat Hostage (Connor x Reader)

Request: Connor x reader where Connor is held hostage, and it's up to reader, Hank, and others to save him plz?

Word Count: 2.8k+ (I got carried away towards the end oops)

A/N: I’m actually pretty proud of this one so I hope you guys enjoy it. It took me hOURS and it may have a couple typos but oh well

Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, (Blue) Blood

Something felt off about the DPD that day. It was oddly…normal. Which meant that it wasn’t normal. You moved your head around, searching to see if something was out of place. You landed on the empty desk besides Hank. He didn’t seem phased by it, continuing to work like nothing was wrong. You scooted your swivel chair across the floor, moving in the man’s direction. Eventually coming to a halt, you nudged Hank. He grunted in response, barely acknowledging you, but it was more than nothing.

“Hank,” You started, “…have you seen Connor at all today?”

The man looked at you, making sure to take the longest pause before replying, “Who?”

You rolled your eyes at his response, “Come on, Hank. You know who.”

He glanced over at the empty spot where the RK800 usually sat and asked all sorts of questions that he could think of. Mostly about dogs. Hank shrugged and turned back to you, “Hell if I know. Maybe he’s just running late.”

You don’t think Connor even knew the meaning of ‘late’. He made sure to walk through the doors of the DPD exactly at 6 o’clock sharp. No more. No less. People have even caught him standing outside the building, constantly checking the time to see when he could begin work. The cleaning androids usually had to let him in considering no one else even arrived yet.

So, no. He definitely wasn’t late.

You sighed, scooting away from Hank, looking for the next person to ask. You honestly wished you hadn’t as you saw the next person.

“You lost, (Y/N)? Your desk is that way.” Gavin smirked as he saw you scooting around the floor.

You warily pulled your seat up next to his desk, earning a raised eyebrow in response. He scoffed, folding his arms as he saw the look on your face. “What do you want now?”

You twiddled your thumbs, trying to figure out how to word your next sentence. You knew if you mentioned anything related to Connor, this guy was going to blow a gasket. You huffed, taking the risk.

“Have you seen any sign of Connor?”

Gavin busted out laughing, holding his sides as they started becoming sore. You didn’t really know what was funny about the question but again, you were talking to Gavin.

“That piece of shit? Why would I know where he is?”

You gave him a look, “Because you make fun of him wherever he goes. Naturally, I assumed you would know his whereabouts.”

He stopped laughing, a sly smile still on his features. “Nope. Sorry, darlin’.”

You ignored the nickname as you pushed off the desk, rolling away. When you were about to pass Connor’s absence off as an ‘android sick day’, Fowler came out from his office and called out to you.

“(Y/N)! I believe this is for you.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you as you awkwardly got out of your seat and walked up to him. It was weirdly quiet as you took the object from his hands.

A phone.

You gave Fowler a look as he nodded towards it, ushering you to respond to the person on the other line. With a hesitant feeling, you raised the device to your ear.

“Hello?” You said, perplexed as to why someone would reach out to you this way.

“(Y/N)! I’m glad this message got to you successfully.” An all too familiar voice of the RK800 came from the opposite end.

“What the hell? Where are you?”

A silence. You could faintly hear, hushed whispering on the other end.

“I am…somewhere.” He replied finally.

You wore a worried expression. Connor was never this vague.

“Are you alright?”

There was a pause again. A dreadful feeling filling your stomach. There was a deep breath before he added, “I like ice cream.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I tend to feel very abandoned and isolated.”

You shifted uncomfortably. Why was he saying all these things?

There was a loud crash, a pause, and then a voice spoke up, “We have the android. Bring $100,000 in cash and he’ll live. You have 2 hours. Don’t get the police involved.”

Click.

The line went dead as you stood there in awe. Connor was held captive for ransom and only you knew it. Fowler stared at you, waiting for an explanation. You shook your head, telling you it was an older neighbor of yours who must’ve used the wrong number. He shook his head in disapproval.

“Use your personal phone for personal reasons.”

Nodding, you turned around and quickly walked back to your desk. You looked at your watch.

1 hour and 55 minutes left.

Your eyes widened, seeing that you already lost 5 minutes. Every second counted now. You knew you couldn’t figure this out on your own. You had no idea where Connor was and the way he acted confused you even more. Walking over to Hank, you shook his shoulder.

“The fuck do you want now?” He asked, clearly irritated with constantly being bothered.

You gave him a forced smile, freaking the man out. “Connor was kidnapped and is being held for ransom and we have less than two hours to find him.” You said through gritted teeth.

His eyes widened as he quickly shot up from his chair, “Shit...I knew I should’ve stayed home today.”

You and Hank quickly moved through the desks. Both of you almost left the building, but you stopped. Hank paused next to you, “What are you doing?”

You sighed, knowing what you had to do. You didn’t know how many guys were holding Connor and you plus a drunkard weren’t a very strong team. You looked over at Hank before glancing over to where Gavin sat, drumming his pens on his desk. The man next to you watched where you were staring, and he scoffed.

“Hell no.”

His words went through one ear and out the other as you walked towards Gavin, ignoring Hank’s hushed whispers for you to come back. You approached Gavin’s desk for the second time today. He stopped his drumming and stared up at you, a smirk returning to his face. “You miss m- Agh! Hey! What the fuck, (Y/N)?!”

You pulled Gavin by his ear, so he couldn’t help but follow you. Barely anyone paid much attention to the both of you, thinking Gavin did something stupid yet again. You let him go once you met up with a very disgruntled looking Hank.

Gavin rubbed his now red ear, glancing between the both of you. “The hell is this? Some kind of dumbass club?”

You crossed your arms, “Yes, and that’s why we invited you to join.”

He leered at you, Hank chuckling slightly in the background despite loathing being there. “But, really. Why am I here exactly?”

You glanced at your watch briefly.

1 hour and 26 minutes left.

Your stomach dropped as you looked back at a waiting Gavin. “Connor is being held ransom somewhere and we’re the only ones who know. They want $100,000 in cash and we have less than an hour and a half to find him.”

He stared at you in shock. Not from the news but from why he was wasting his time here.

“Not my damn problem. Figure it out yourselves. That piece of plastic means nothing to me.” He was about to walk away before you grabbed his arm, abruptly stopping him.

“If you leave now, I will tell the whole division about you-know-what during you-know-when with you-know-who.”

Gavin froze, staring at you in horror before shaking his head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, really? Let me jog your memory. Hey, Hank!”

Hank turned to you with an evil grin on his face.

“This one time, Gavin got really drunk at a celebration and- “

“OKAY! OKAY!” Gavin cut in. “I’m suddenly in a helping mood. Let’s get outta here and find the tin can.”

He walked towards the exit first before you and Hank shared a look, following behind.

All three of you were packed into Gavin’s car with Hank in the passenger seat and you in the back. The younger male insisted you use his car because he wasn’t about to get into “some drunkard’s shithole of a ride”. The inside of Gavin’s car smelled heavily of cologne, causing you to have to roll down a window to get a breath of fresh air.

As you all drove off, Hank twisted his body around slightly to talk to you. “You have no idea where he was? Not a clue?”

You shook your head. “He just said he was somewhere.” You paused thinking about what he said after. “He then said he liked ice cream and felt very abandoned and isolated.”

“The hell? What a dumbass.” Gavin piped up from the driver’s seat.

You glared at him before bringing your attention back to Hank. The look on his face showed one of deep thought. “Maybe he was drugged?” He suggested.

You shook your head. “I’m not sure you can drug an android. But, he did seem to make sure to emphasize the words ‘ice cream’, ‘abandoned’, and ‘isolated’.”

“The abandoned warehouse by that old ice cream shop on 5th Avenue. It’s pretty isolated from the rest of the buildings. Hard to miss.” Gavin said, not taking his eyes off the road. Both you and Hank stared at him with open mouths. When he was met with the stunned silence, he did a double-take at your faces. “The fuck are you lookin’ at? I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

You closed your mouth as you nodded, “I guess I doubted you. You’re still a dick though.” He huffed in reply while you looked up the directions to the warehouse.

1 hour away. Traffic: Heavy.

You cursed, grabbing the attention of Hank and Gavin. “What is it?” Hank asked.

You checked your watch. You wouldn’t have enough time.

“We won’t make it. The traffic is too heavy.”

Gavin just laughed dryly. “Not if we floor it.”

“Gavin!”

You all made it in surprisingly good time with half an hour to spare. Gavin really did know his shortcuts. The three of you exited the vehicle and walked towards the wide doors of the warehouse. It was cold and damp inside causing a shiver to go up your spine. Right in the middle of the room, you saw a figure sitting in a chair, a pillow case over their head to shield their vision. You nodded over to the person making Gavin and Hank immediately grab ahold of their guns. You signaled for them to split up and search the rest of the area. You cautiously approached the figure, seeing the suit Connor usually wore on its body.

“Connor?” You whispered, suspicious of everything at the moment.

“(Y/N)?” He replied his voice so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.

You exhaled in relief as you reached over to grab the pillow case off his head. You yanked it off, revealing his current state. His head hung low, but you could see the thirium dripping from his noise. You could hear the soft sobs coming from his hunched over form.

“Oh my god, Connor. What did they do?” You knelt in front of him, trying to get a view of his face but he kept turning away. He must’ve been in such a daze that he couldn’t tell who was who anymore.

Gavin walked around with Hank around the warehouse, their guns ready in their hands. They checked for the person who held Connor hostage but there was no sign of them anywhere.

Groaning, Gavin complained. “This is dumb. We found the piece of shit so let’s book it before they notice.”

Hank hushed him as he heard something. He beckoned Gavin towards the muffled noise and they were led to a back room. The door was shut but the noise was clearly coming from behind it. They two stopped in front of it, turning to each other before nodding. Gavin stepped back and pointed the gun at the door while Hank positioned himself at the door knob. They looked at each other and counted,

1…

2…

3!

Hank opened the door to reveal what was behind it. The sight caused them both to freeze.

Connor.

He twisted and turned in his seat when he saw the two of them. They stood there in shock before Hank rushed over to remove the cloth around his mouth. Words immediately followed when he was able to speak,

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

The more he cried, the more your heart broke. As time went on, his cries started to turn. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sounds he made.

Laughter.

You moved back a bit as he slowly turned to you, revealing his face.

And his bright blue eyes.

You gasped as the other Connor quickly got up, holding you closely while pointing a gun at your abdomen.

He turned his head, so it was level with your ear, “Where are they?”

Before you could reply, Gavin and Connor ran out in front of the both of you. At the sight of the other Connor, Gavin made a sound of disgust. “There’s two of you?”

RK900 tilted his head at his words. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long day.”

The android who had you in his grasp raised the gun his hands, pointing it at your head. Both Gavin and Connor raised their hands at the action.  “Your weapon. On the ground. Now.” RK900 demanded, pushing the gun harder to your head causing you to whimper. Gavin reluctantly nodded, putting it to the floor, kicking it out of reach. The other Connor smirked, your breathing very light from fear.

“It was you on the phone the whole time, wasn’t it?” You squeaked out causing the hostile android to stare at you before grinning evilly.

“What a clever girl. You chose well, Connor.” You closed your eyes, sensing his finger on the trigger. “It was the only way I knew you would come. I wasn’t about to put Connor on the phone. He’d ruin everything.”

“You son of a bitch.” You hissed making him laugh.

“Watch your mouth, girl. I’m the one with the gun here.”

A click came from behind you all.

“You and me both, motherfucker.”

Bang!

The RK900 slowly looked down as he saw the pool of blue stain his torso. He withered to the ground, letting the gun in his hand go. You quickly moved to quick it away. Hank approached the android on the ground, lifting his foot to rest on the wound. The other Connor hissed in pain as he stared up at the old detective.

“You should be dead, you asshole.” Hank growled, staring him down.

The man underneath him laughed before coughing up blue blood. He had a wild look on his face as he grinned, teeth stained with blue. “I’ll keep coming back. You will never be able to kill me.”

Hank scoffed before raising his gun, “We’ll see about that.”

Bang!

One last shot went straight through the head of the other Connor successfully shutting him down. All four of you sat in silence before it was ruined.

“Oh my god! Gavin screeched, “Did I lock the car?!” He ran off towards the entrance of the warehouse in a sprint.

Hank chuckled and walked after him but not before Connor called out to him. “Thank you, Lieutenant. You have saved me yet again.”

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, thanks, Hank. I probably would be dead if it weren’t for you.”

Hank briefly smiled, “Whatever. You guys both owe me a drink.” He stopped, “Each.” You and Connor laughed in reply. “Anyways, I’ll meet you two in the car. Hopefully, we can air out all that fucking cologne.”

You watched as he walked towards the entrance before you turned to Connor. He was already staring at you for a while.

“I am sorry I put you through all this, (Y/N).” He said, nervously adjusting his tie.

You shrugged, grinning. “I’d do it again for you in a heartbeat, Connor.”

Something inside him made his thirium pump faster, rushing to his face. How could you have such an impact on him? He shyly smiled and for the first time in his short android life, he couldn’t think of a reply. You cleared your throat abruptly to stop yourself from staring.

“A-Anyways, we should catch up with them. Knowing those two, the car is probably on fire by now.”

Connor tilted his head, “I don’t sense a fire within the area.”

You took his hand with a smile. You really needed to teach him figures of speech. The two of you walked towards the doors of the warehouse, hand-in-hand.

“How did you convince Gavin to come with you?” Connor asked suddenly.

You smirked, “Remember that story I told you about him, but I made you swear not to tell anybody?”

“Ah, the one where you then told me to tell the whole division?”

“Yeah, that one.”

[masterlist]

[kaitymccoy123]

Don’t Change A Thing, Darlin’

Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you!  This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!

This is also a request that came from @stucked82:

Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever. 

I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy.  So I did.  

Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader

Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)

Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.

Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes.  Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him?  Could he ever love somebody like you?

A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there. 

-Enjoy!-

“Hey dude?  Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class. 

“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”

“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave. 

“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”. 

“How long was I out?” He asked. 

“Maybe 30 seconds?  Do you want ice or something?”

He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”

“Back to the medbay?” You inquired as you offered a hand to help him stand, “You a doctor or something?”

He smoothed his hands over his unruly t-shirt as he regained his balance, “Yes, actually.  CMO, if you like formalities.”

Your eyes widened, “You’re Dr. McCoy?”

“The one and only, darlin’.” He squinted and took a quick look around the room before focusing back on you, hands on hips. 

“I haven’t had my initial physical yet.  Guess you’re my guy.”

“Guess so.” He grinned at you quickly before grimacing when it moved the tender skin of his injured cheekbone. 

There was a few moments where his heated gaze stayed locked to yours before he spoke again, “Well I better let you get back to work, seems some people still have lots to learn.” 

He gave a pointed look at Chekov, who cowered behind the slender Asian man beside him.  

With one last look in your direction, sending butterflies aflutter in your stomach, Dr. McCoy turned on his heel and strode out of the room.  

The class was silent as you watched him exit, and you felt all of their stares on you.  Realizing quickly that you probably had a stupid grin on your face, you traded it for a look of pointed exasperation. 

“Pair off, let’s go.” You instructed sharply, “Chirpov, you’re with me.  Don’t want you giving anyone else a concussion.” 

“I’m here to see Dr. McCoy?  I have a physical scheduled.” You wrung your hands around your workout towel, trying to rid yourself of the feeling of jittery nervousness that made you bounce on your toes. 

“I’ll let him know you’re here, go ahead and wait in room 6, he’ll be right in.” The nurse instructed, giving you a warm smile before turning back to your work. 

Skirting into the room she indicated, you dropped your bag next to the wall and hopped up onto the examination table.  

You had been thinking about this day since the class where Dr. McCoy had gotten injured.  You willed your racing heart to chill out a little so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of him. 

The few minutes that you had spent trying to calm your nerves were quickly wasted when finally the door swung open.  Your heart decided to pump overtime as you took in Dr. McCoy, now clad in a white medical tunic, which made his tanned skin and dark hair stand out even more.  You could almost have wept when he looked up from his PADD, his lips stretching into a smile. 

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” The door hissed shut behind him and he moved to sit on the little wheely stool at the side of the examination table. 

“Same to you, Dr. McCoy.  How’s that cheek?”

“Nothing a few hypos couldn’t fix.”

Your laugh was high and chirpy in response, and you cursed yourself for being so on-edge around him. 

“So I’m just going to check a few things, ask you a few questions, and you’ll be on your merry way, if that sounds alright.”

“Sounds just fine to me.” You agreed, but a sudden bout of nervousness struck you, this time not just from being near Dr. McCoy. 

You had always been a bigger woman, bigger than most, and though you knew a lot of it was muscle, thanks to years of combat training, most people were quick to judge.  You were no stranger to the “how can you still be overweight if you workout so much” type questions, so you generally avoided the topic of your health.  Some people could be pretty nasty, pretty insensitive. 

“So what brings you aboard the ship?” He started, his PADD rested on his knees. 

“Starfleet sent me out here because there have been several injuries related to lack of combat knowledge, and thought I could remedy that.”

“Well, if Chekov was any indication, you can probably tell we need it.” Dr. McCoy huffed, making you laugh. 

The rest of the physical went smoothly, with no terribly awkward questions and no mention of your weight, other than him taking it.  

“Alright, looks like we’re all done here.  Go ahead and change and I’ll meet you outside.” He instructed, and you nodded as he stepped out of the room. 

Quickly gathering your uniform, you changed as best you could with shaking hands, still a little jittery from the feeling of his hands on you.  Gently assessing you, quick touches of skilled fingertips.  And the best part was that it didn’t make you feel self-conscious at all, the way he looked at you, and talked to you, his eyes...

You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts.  He was your doctor, nothing more.  Beside, he would never want you back.  You were you, and he was well, him, and you doubted anything would ever come of it.  

A soft knock at the door broke your train of thought, “Y’allright in there?”

You threw your shirt over your head, giving a quick tousle to your hair before heading to the door, reaching for the panel, but as you did, the door swung open prematurely, catching the elbow of the hand you still had in your hair. 

“Agh!” You yelped and pulled your elbow to your chest, rubbing at the skin. 

“Oh, damnit, I’m so sorry, Y/N.  You were taking a while, and I didn’t want- I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Dr. McCoy was rubbing at the back of his neck, and it was then when you realize how close he had been to the door, like he was nearly leaning against it. 

“It’s okay, just a little lost in thought.  Guess the price to pay for that is a bruised elbow.” You chuckled. 

He took your arm in his hands and observed the skin, and, once realizing you weren’t going to bleed to death, he released it. 

Before he could apologize again, you spoke, “So, am I fine?” Damnit, those words didn’t come out in the order you wanted, but the blush that formed on his cheeks made it worth it. 

“You?... Fine?  I mean... you are...”

You decided to put him out of his misery, “Sorry, I meant, did everything check out okay, with my physical?”

He seemed to regain some composure, “Oh!  Yep, fit as a fiddle, darlin’.”

The term of endearment made you smile, “Do you call everyone darlin’, or just those who you’ve injured in some way?”

“It’s only for the people who I know could kick my ass for being a flustered idiot.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. 

You laughed, “Guess that ruins my plan.”

“For what?” He looked at you quizzically. 

“For kicking your ass, you flustered idiot.” You teased, but he only smiled down at you. 

“Sorry, that was bad.” You groaned and rubbed a hand down your face, but a soft touch to your arm stopped you. 

“No worries, darlin’.” The way he was looking at you made butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

“So I’ll see you around?” You asked, toeing at the ground. 

He smiled, “Yeah.  Actually...” He started, but was cut off by a loud shout of “Bones!” followed by the captain and a blond-haired woman dashing into the medbay. 

You stepped out of the way as they approached, yelling about some torpedoes and Khan, Dr. McCoy’s skilled hands somehow a big factor in this. 

“Ok fine, I’ll do it.” Dr. McCoy’s gentle, sweet expression was quickly traded for a sour look of exasperation. 

You were surprised when his eyes met yours quickly, his look apologetic before being dragged along by the blond-haired woman out of the medbay.

Deciding you better get going, you made your way to the medbay doors, your thoughts still spinning with a certain set of dark hair and hazel eyes. 

“Shit.” You swore when you realized you forgot your gym bag. 

Quickly returning to the room, you scooped it up, your eye catching on the PADD that Dr. McCoy seemed to have forgotten on the examination table.  

Maybe... You thought to yourself as you hesitated just inside the doorway, No, you shouldn’t.  You turned to leave.

But you definitely hadn’t imagined the way he smiled at you or been flustered by your flirting.  

Before you knew it you had his PADD in your hands.  Like a sign from the universe it was still unlocked.  Then, without thinking about it too hard, you opened up a note app and quickly typed out: 

Drinks sometime? Rec Room tomorrow at 7? I’ll buy the first round. - Y/N.

With your heart racing, you dropped the PADD back on the table and dashed out of the room before you could give it a second thought.  

Your class that evening had been especially distracted, and finally you asked what was making everyone so chatty. 

“Didn’t you hear?  Dr. McCoy and Dr. Marcus are going to try to defuse one of the torpedoes.” One of your students said. 

“What?  That’s really risky.” Your heart started racing again at the thought of Dr. McCoy in danger. 

“Yeah, they’re doing it right now, here’s the video feed.” 

Suddenly one of the walls of the training rooms was taken up with a projection of the video feed from someone’s PADD. 

Sure enough, it was the blonde-haired woman from before, Dr. Marcus, you assumed, knelt next to one of the torpedoes. 

“Bones, thanks for helping out. Dr. Marcus asked for the steadiest hands on the ship.” You recognized the voice as Captain Kirk’s. 

“You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo!” It was Dr. McCoy’s voice now, but he seemed to still be inside the shuttle. 

“Dr. McCoy, may I remind you that you're not there to flirt.”

“So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus?” Dr. McCoy’s head appeared in the door to the ship, and he carried a box as he walked towards the torpedo and Dr. Marcus. 

How could I have been so stupid. You thought to yourself, ignoring the video feed for a moment.  

Of course he would have a type.  Blonde, skinny, intelligent. You felt tears press at your eyes as you tuned back into the video. 

“Sweetheart, I once performed an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn. Octuplets, and let me tell you, those little bastards bite. I think I can work some magic on your missile.“ It was Dr. McCoy again, setting down his box of supplies. 

That really tipped you over the edge.  This man who you thought had been so nice to you, very flirty and flustered... you must have misread him.  

“Uhh... class dismissed for today, you can, keep watching here if you want.” You stammered, the class not seeming to have acknowledged your words as you retreated out the door.  

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You chanted to yourself as you strode back to your quarters, shame and embarrassment filling your veins. 

Well at least you knew now, rather than after you got even more emotionally involved. 

Too bad you were already in pretty deep. 

The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you spent the day in bed reading and catching up on sleep.  

You had just gotten dressed after your post-workout shower when a knock sounded on your door. Treading lightly on the carpet, you made your way over to the door and pressed the panel. 

Standing just outside your door was Dr. McCoy, one arm tucked into a sling, the other grasped around a bottle of liquor and two plastic cups. 

“Doctor... what are you doing here?” You sputtered, heart flaring at the sight of him. 

“I saw your note and went to the rec room, but you never showed, so I thought you might be here.  And you can call me Leonard, darlin’.” He looked a little flustered again, and it drew you right back in. 

“I- you- okay, come in.” You took the cups and bottle from his hand and moved back into your room. 

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, setting the bottle and cups down on the coffee table. 

“You haven’t heard?” He tilted his head, and you shook yours. 

“The damn torpedo closed in on my arm when we were trying to disarm it.  Almost got blown up for it, but Dr. Marcus stopped it at the last second.” He explained, and you found yourself becoming in-drawn at the mention of Dr. Marcus. 

“That must have been scary.” You mused. 

There were a few moments of tense silence before you spoke again, “So you saw my message.” Your voice was small. 

“I did.  It made almost getting blown up a little less awful.”

That really made you blush, but you built up the courage to look him in the eyes, “So, Leonard, shall we?” You gestured to the drinks. 

His smile nearly made your heart stop. 

"And that's how I got Jim banned from the biology labs for a week."

You were in tears with laughter, gasping, and you heard Leonard chuckle along with you. 

The both of you had ended up on your bed, a cup of whiskey each, just chatting.  Friendly chatting, you told yourself, that must be what he thinks as well, though with the way he was leaning towards you and the way he was flirting, you would have thought otherwise. 

"That’s an excellent story.  Beats mine by a mile." You laughed. 

"Nah, I thought the story of how your brother set your hair on fire was hilarious, yet very dangerous," He tipped his cup towards you. 

"Oh, Dr. McCoy, you need to live a little." 

"I live just enough to stay away from getting my hair from being set on fire, thank you very much."

You chuckled and leaned back into the headboard, smirking at him as he copied your posture.  

"Alright.” You were feeling much more brave thanks to the whiskey, “We don’t know much about each other, so ask me anything.  Anything at all." You set your empty cup on the side-table and crossed your legs under you. 

"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow at you. 

"Anything."

He exhaled and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and holding his cup between his fingers.  

"Favourite colour?" 

"Purple."

"Childhood pets?"

"None, no matter how hard we begged.  Well we had a few fish once, but they all died within a week."

He chuckled, "Within a week?!"

"Hence the no other childhood pets." You insisted, flashing him a smile. 

"That's fair, I guess." He took another sip of tea, "Worst relationship ever?"

You huffed and pulled your knees to your chest, "I've had my fair share of bad relationships, so it's hard to pick the worst one."

Leonard nodded in understanding. 

"But there was one guy, who I would have to say topped the bad of the bad.  I met him in the Academy, second year, and we dated for a while, a few months, I'd say, before he started to try to change me."

"Change you?" He tilted his head and turned slightly towards you, and you admired his form in the dim lighting for a while before focusing your attention back on your knees. 

"At first it was little things.  Ordering for me at restaurants, only salads and low-calorie options, to 'keep my figure', as he would say.  Then it was forcing me to buy a gym membership, which actually was a blessing in disguise because I signed up for a self-defense class and fell in love, hence my career today.  But he insisted I quit and go jogging with him, do 'slimming' exercises.  Then it got verbal.  'Wouldn't you love to get rid of those love handles?' and 'That dress looks a little tight on you.' and flat out 'I would love you so much more if you were thin, because it means you love yourself'."

"God, that's awful.  Tell me you dumped his sorry ass." Leonard had tipped his head back against the wall and was watching you intently, and you could have sworn you saw admiration in his eyes. 

"No, actually.  I was a lot dumber back then, a lot more gullible.  So I did what he said.  I took his words to heart, and I tried everything.  I starved myself and went jogging for hours everyday but it was never enough.  And I was so unhappy, Leonard, it was unbelievable.  But I stuck with him, because I was desperate for his love.  For any love."

Leonard had shifted closer, and his knee bumped yours lightly.  

You continued, "And then one day I was coming back from a late night class and walked into his room, like usual and, well let's just say he got what he wanted, a much thinner woman between his legs.  Two actually."

Leonard choked on his whiskey at that and sputtered a few laughs, "Oh my god.  What a little shithead."

You let out a loud laugh and covered you mouth with your hand as Leonard set his cup on the side-table. 

"For the record I do not think you need to lose a single pound.  You are beautiful, strong, and brilliant, and if he couldn't see that, then it's his loss."

You felt your cheeks heat up and you couldn't stop a smile, "Then you are a much better man then he is."

"Thank you, darlin', and you deserve someone much better than him." 

"Maybe I should date someone like you, then." You teased, but his face remained serious. 

"Maybe you should." His eyes met yours.

Your heart stopped in your chest and time seemed to slow as you looked over at him. 

Thankfully, he was the one to speak first, "I don't know if this is the right time to tell you, since we’ve only known each other for a few days, but I've been meaning to ask you, and I've never been good at this stuff, I'm a little rusty since the divorce is all..."

"You're serious?" You sat up, pressing your knee into his.  

"Why wouldn't I be?" His gaze wasn't accusatory, more quizzical, and his fingers that were on his knee slid to rest on yours. 

"Well it's just, with Dr. Marcus, and the whole torpedo thing, and she is so pretty and thin, and I thought that was your type..."

"My type?" He looked hurt. 

"Agh, I'm sorry, I've messed this all up." You pulled away and slid off the bed, padding towards the bathroom. 

"Messed what up, darlin'?  You haven't messed anything up."  You heard him shifting on top of the bed and his footsteps neared behind you. 

"I assumed... that you... I misjudged, I guess..." You spun around to face him now, close to crying, "and it's just with the way I look, and the way you look..."

"Stop.  Just stop right now." He cut you off and stepped closer, "Did I not just make it abundantly clear that that doesn't matter to me?"

"Yes, but..." 

"No buts."  He was terribly close now, and you couldn't resist those hazel eyes that you had dreamed about for what seems like forever. 

"Yes, buts, lots of buts, a pretty large butt right here." You raised your eyebrow up at him and pulled at his wrist, placing his uninjured hand on your hip.  

"Real cheeky, darlin’." A playful smile pulled at his lips and he slid his hand around to your back. 

"I've got lots more where that came from."

"I'm betting on it."

You smiled and grabbed onto the front of his uniform, pulling him down so your lips met in a hard kiss.  You felt your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, and usually you would be self-conscious about his body against yours, but this time, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

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Paint Me a Birmingham

Prompt: Could you possibly write a poly! Hamilsquad x reader where the reader has to paint something in the shared apartment or house and the guys find her in their clothing covered in paint or something? Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader TW: food fight, painting, mentions wearing SO's clothes??? Fluff!!! Fluff!!! FLUFF!!! A/N: sorry this took so long, and I'm sorry it's short! I wanted it to be short and sweet, so I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient, loving, and supportive! I love you! If you want me to tag something, please tell me! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy! Word Count: 921 For some reason, John had thought it was a brilliant idea to throw spaghetti, with sauce, at the white wall in the living room to see if it would stick. It did for a minute, but then it slid down the wall. Amused by this, and to your utter dismay, Alex joined him as they both began launching spaghetti at the wall. It eventually escalated into a full blown food fight that you, regrettably, got involved in. At the time, you were screaming and laughing. Now, not so much. For starters, the room still smelled like spaghetti. That, and the walls were stained with red sauce. It looked like a murder scene. Your clothes were ruined, and it took forever to wash all the spaghetti out of your hair. It was a disaster. You had decided to surprise the boys by repainting the room while they were at work since you had the day off. You had always found their white room to be a bit dull. Now, you got to pick out the perfect color! You came home from Home Depot with a container of a soft ocean breeze blue and a neutral cream. The blue would be your accent wall and accents color! Agh! You were so excited!!! You had even bought some light blue accent pillows and stencils for patterns on the wall! You'd have to stop by a dollar store or maybe a Target for a nice air freshener. Maybe you had watched a few too many home improvement episodes. You didn't want to ruin another pair of clothes, so you found one of Herc's old flannels, a pair of Alex's boxers since he was the smallest, and you tied your hair back. You got to work moving the furniture and putting tarp and tape down. You'd seen too many disasters for the lazy man. Your mama didn't raise a fool. Once you had finally gotten everything taped and moved, you grabbed your rolled, tin, and tray, and you got to work. While you were optimistic... it was kind of a disaster. Somehow, you had gotten a ton of paint dripped on you, and you accidentally stepped in the paint tray, getting paint footprints on the tarp. How did people make this look so easy? And it was getting really toasty! You kept your cool though, and kept painting, singing to yourself as you moved onto other walls, painting them cream. The spaghetti stains were gone in no time! You grabbed your tape and your stencils, and you went to work on your dry walls, painting the decorations. It was deft work. You had to be precise and careful so that it didn't look tacky. Painting had taken much longer than you'd originally anticipated, as the boys arrived home sooner than you were ready for. You were a sight for sore eyes. You were covered from head to toe in blue and cream paint, but you had the cutest smile on your face. "Hey guys!" You called as you continued to paint. John started laughing as he made his way over to you. "You're so cute, ya know that, darlin'?" He took the brush from you and continued your work, which was prudent considering he was the artist of the family. "You decided to repaint?" Alex asked, and you nodded. He grinned at you broadly. "Awesome! I think it's your calling! This looks so good!" "Aww, mon cher! Tu achètes les petits oreillers bleu! Très magnifique!" Laf was squeaking, and you glanced at Alex for translation. "He's excited about the pillows," he elaborated, and you laughed. Herc was studying the walls. "Blue, wow. It's perfect." He looked at you with a genuine, soft smile, and your heart melted. They made you so happy! You just wanted to hug the daylights out of them! "Come here, Herc! Lemme hug you!" You launched yourself at him, and while Alex stumbled out of the way, Herc caught you and held you at arms length. "How about you get washed up? We'll finish painting, and then we can snuggle in our beautiful, blue living room?" He asked you as he ran his hands up and down your arms. "Awesome! Don't miss me too much!" You called as you headed towards the shower. "Already do!" He called back. "Oh, and Y/N?" You paused. "You look so sexy in my flannel, covered in paint..." You bit your lip and looked at your feet, a blush creeping down your neck while the other boys whistled. Your shower was brisk, to say the least. When you did finally come back, the boys had cleaned up everything. John had finished the lovely accents. Laf was on the couch, clutching one of the pillows to his chest while grinning at the TV. Alex had changed out of his work clothes and was cuddling John on the love seat. You took your seat between Herc and Laf, and you were quickly engulfed in a hug. "We need to throw spaghetti around more often if it means you'll wear one of my flannels... and only my flannel..." Herc purred in your ear. "That, and more pillows!" Laf added, and Herc laughed. "That, or you could just bring me a flannel," you retorted, and Herc grinned. "I'll have to keep that in mind," he chuckled as he leaned back against the couch, and you snuggled against him. Laf snuggled his pillow next to you as you enjoyed the calming blue of the walls. Maybe painting wasn't such a bust.

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Save Me: Chapter 4 - Rumours and Truths

~Hey guys! This is Chapter 4 of ‘Save Me’. This is Molly’s first encounter with the Saviours where she meets a strange man. Hope you guys like it! Make sure to follow my page for chapter updates every Wednesday and Sunday! Thank you ❤️ ~

Molly couldn't rest until she found out more about the Saviours, or better still killed one. Who knows how many there would be but each one was a step closer to 'Negan'.

As much as we didn't want to admit it, we were crumbling.

Rosita and Abraham broke up because Abraham wanted to be with Sasha.

Tara would be gone for two weeks with Heath on a supply run.

Rick and Carl were at loggerheads over the Negan situation.

Maggie was worried about her baby as Dr Carson was at Hilltop and of course, the Saviour problem.

Luckily, Daryl and I were both in agreement and we couldn't rest until we found out more about these infamous 'Saviours'.

After Rick called a meeting in Gabriel's church at Alexandria, he said we would have to kill every last one of them.

Of course Morgan opposed this and warned me against going after them but everyone else wanted this.

But I couldn't wait so Daryl, Rosita and I went to scout the area to see if we could find anything.

Abraham and Eugene were already out of the compound trying to find any trace of them.

Just as we were leaving, Denise asked if she could come along which I knew would be good for both of us with Tara gone.

So, we set off on the road.

Rosita was quiet in the car but she didn't like to share her problems and I knew I would have to get her alone to get her to talk.

Daryl, I think was just happy to get outside the compound and feel like we were actually attacking the Saviours.

I was lost in my thoughts until we came across a fallen tree and Rosita told Daryl to stop driving.

We halted the car and slowly stepped out.

Denise wanted to wait in the car while we checked it out and besides we were more ready for combat.

Daryl moved some of the branches while Rosita and I killed the walkers trapped underneath.

The way that Rosita was swinging her machete made me a little worried about her so I told her she should watch Denise back at the car while I took care of it.

She sighed but agreed.

I could tell that Rosita was tense but I didn't realise how much until she started arguing with Denise.

Once we cleared the tree, we were back on the road and found a little building that resembled an old supermarket.

Of course we thought that it would be completely looted and full of walkers but it would be good for all of us to relieve some pent up anger by killing them.

Denise was happy about this because she wanted that orange soda that Tara liked as a present for when she got back, so I killed the walkers in front of us while she looked for it.

Daryl and Rosita carried on foot down the grassy path and over onto some old train tracks, not wanting to risk it just for soda.

But, Daryl couldn't leave Rosita by herself so he went with her even though he didn't agree with her, because he now knew what it meant to her.

It didn't take too long to find the soda with most of the shelves being cleared but it gave us time to talk about Tara and share stories of her.

It was nice to bond with Denise and I think it was comforting for both of us to have someone to talk to who was close to Tara, while she was gone.

Finally we met up with Rosita and Daryl on the train tracks and once Denise showed that she was happy and in love, Rosita lost it.

'I honestly think Tara and I will be together forever' Denise said happily as I smiled at her.

'Are you seriously that stupid?!' Rosita argued.

'What?' Denise uttered.

Rosita repeated herself while Daryl and I looked at her as if to say what the hell are you talking about.

'Rosita leave her alone' I said warningly.

'I'm serious are you? You think that you'll live forever, if you think that way you'll die and you'll drag Tara down with you'.

'That's enough' Daryl said pushing Rosita back away from Denise.

'Are you?' Denise said, standing now more confidently.

'Excuse me?' Rosita retorted, folding her arms angrily.

Denise stood her ground and said, 'I mean it are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me, what this whole thing is to me? You see I have training in this shit, I'm valuable, I'm not making it up as I go along with the stitches and the surgery. I know that to you, it's just soda but for me this was about proving that I'm more than just a doctor to be kept alive for others. That I could finally do something for myself'.

Denise turned to Daryl and said 'I wanted to come along because you would be there and you remind me of my brother, and sometimes you actually make me feel safe'.

Looking at Rosita, Denise said now much more calmly 'I wanted you here because you're alone, probably for the first time in your life and because you're stronger than you think you are which gives me hope that maybe I can be too'.

Denise looked at me now and said, 'and Molly, I wanted to come with you today because we need each other more than we know and not having Tara here hurts both of us'.

I looked down at the gravel and then silently nodded with a slight smile.

'I could have gone with Tara, I could have to told her that I loved her but I didn't because I was afraid, that's what's stupid' Denise said smiling in frustration.

'Not coming out here, not facing my shit and it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong and you're smart and you're really good people and if you don't wake u-'.

An arrow suddenly shot straight through Denise's left eye.

Our eyes widened as the realisation hit.

'NO!!' I cried.

Denise slurred as she collapsed in Daryl's arms 'and face your-', she was silent now.

Rosita and I aimed our guns towards the woods where the arrow came from.

Daryl lay Denise down and joined us.

All of a sudden about a dozen men came out from the woods with their guns aimed at us, then came a man holding Eugene and making him kneel down.

I glanced over at Daryl who seemed to lower his gun, I thought that he must have recognised the blonde haired man.

He looked like he'd been through some shit because half of his face was burnt off.

Looking around amongst the heavy set men, the fact that Abraham wasn't there made my breath quicken, I couldn't help but think, what if they killed him?

The burnt man now focussed on Daryl, 'well you got something to say to me?, gonna clear the air, step up on the high horse, no? Well, I know you don't talk much'.

He ushered his men forward to take our weapons.

This must have been the guy Daryl said he tried to help not too long ago.

'Still getting the hang of her, kicks like a bitch', he said while holding Daryl's crossbow.

'I should've done it' Daryl said, 'what's that? Seriously I didn't catch what you said' the man said leaning in mockingly.

'I should've killed you' Daryl said angrily.

'Yeah you probably should have, but here we are. Kinda begs the question right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you'll just have to take my word for this but she wasn't even the one I was aiming for' the man said smiling.

Daryl lunged for the strange man but when the other guys aimed their guns higher at us, I held him back.

'Like I said, kicks like a bitch but it's nothing personal' the man continued.

'Look, this isn't how we like to start new business arrangements but well you pricks kinda set the tone didn't you?' the blonde haired man said sternly.

He must have been talking about the guys I blew up.

The man looked over at Rosita and I, both looking like we would kill him.

Rosita lunged at him, 'Rosita don't' I whispered holding her back.

'What a pretty name, Rositaaa' he exaggerated.

'What do you want?' I asked scowling at him.

'I'm sorry darlin I didn't catch your name?, I'm D or Dwight, you can call me either'.

I looked at him for a while, not willing to answer to the man that just killed my friend.

'So, what's your name?, knowing that he wouldn't give up I said, 'it's Molly, what do you want?'.

He walked closer towards me and said sinisterly 'well Molly, it's not what I want, it's what you, Rosita and Daryl are going to do'.

'You see, you're gonna let us into your little complex, it looks like it's just beautiful in there, and then you're gonna let us take whatever and whoever we want'.

Fuck. These were definitely Saviours.

When Dwight said 'whoever' he glanced over to Rosita and I.

We both gave a look that said not gonna fucking happen.

Dwight seeing this said 'or we'll blow Eugene's brains out, then yours' he said looking at both of us, 'then his' as his gaze landed on Daryl.

'I hope it doesn't come to that, really, nobody else has to die' he said sighing.

'Just try and start with one, y'know, maximum impact to get our point across.

‘So what's it gonna be, you tell me?' Dwight asked.

Eugene breathing heavily, shaking like a leaf, said 'you wanna kill someone, you start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels'.

Dwight looked round to the oil barrels as we saw a figure shift out of view. It must have been Abraham.

'He's a first class A-hole and he deserves it so much more than us four' Eugene spoke hastily.

I looked at Eugene questioningly as if to ask him what the hell he was doing.

With everyone's eyes on the oil barrels, Eugene breathing more heavily than before, suddenly bit onto Dwight's crotch.

'Agh!' Dwight screamed in pain.

Abraham came out from the oil barrels and shot down some of the Saviours.

Daryl spun round and slit one of their throats while Rosita and I grabbed our guns and mowed down the rest.

The sound of gunfire drew out the walkers from the wooded area and they made their way toward us.

Dwight managed to pry Eugene off his dick and tried to shoot Eugene but focussed on the walkers surrounding him instead.

Dwight yelled amidst the smoke and walkers, 'FALL BACK!'.

There were only a few men left but they fell back into the woods while we continued firing on them.

Dwight attempted to shoot Daryl but thankfully missed before running away.

Once they ran, I looked over at Denise lying there on the tracks.

The strength in my legs left me as I collapsed over her body.

Rosita came over towards us kneeling by me.

Eugene had been hurt, a bullet wound to the abdomen.

Daryl wanted to immediately go after them, when Rosita yelled 'Daryl stop!' and Daryl froze turning around to see us by Denise and Eugene.

Tears rolled down my face thinking of Tara and how I would tell her.

Daryl came back over and wrapped his arms around my back while Rosita put pressure on Eugene's wound until it was time we left as more walkers would be here soon.

Abraham and Daryl lifted Eugene into our car and Rosita and I lifted Denise's body so she could be buried at home.

That journey home was full of sorrow, Eugene was strong and the wound was neat so we knew he would be okay with rest, but losing Denise hit all of us hard, especially me.

If this is what the Saviours we're capable of, we needed a stronger plan to eliminate them all.

They were monsters.