#also carol reminds me of my mom

[ssvnriseya]

IN TOO DEEP (D.D.)

summary - he wants more of you day by day as if he was being seduced by the forbidden fruit.

warnings - MDNI 18+ mentions of attempted rape, violence, language, dark!daryl, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), age gap ( reader is 18, daryl is 30. he has no weird feelings before she was 18 ), breeding kink, panty sniffing, intended lowercase (let me know if i missed anything)

request - keep a secret was amazing! i have a request for you, can you do a dark daryl fic set in prison era. where he keeps tabs on the reader, stalker stuff (steals her undies) and fucks her in prison showers. please include age gap (reader is 18, daryl is 30) and a breeding kink, please! - 🎀

note - okay, the characters deserve a happy ending at the prison, no one can change my mind!

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it was a hard year for you, you've lost too many people you cared about and gained more to care about.

your mother, lori, she died after giving birth to your baby sister. your little sister and brother were your angels.

they were the reason you still kept going, along with your dad, and the memories of your mom.

you had grown to care about the people of woodbury that now resided at your home, the prison.

whether it be the children, elders, teen, and adults. you absolutely love sasha, tyreese, and mika.

"hey, honey." carol smiled at you as she continued stirring the pot where all the people and your meals is being cooked.

"hey, carol. you didn't wake me up." you groaned at her as you walked to stand by her side.

"you were tired from the run yesterday, rick would kill me if i exhaust you too much." she smiled at you as she cut onions.

"i'll cut them." you smiled at her as you took the knife and chopping board.

"thank you. and i didn't wake you up because everything here is handled." she assured you.

it was early morning and no one was up yet, it gave you both the time to cook and chat freely.

"but, i woke up anyway." you teased her and nudged her as she stirred the pot and you chopped the onions.

"what are we having today?" you asked as you peered inside the bowl.

"just soup again with deer meat." she told you and you nodded, giggling.

"watery soup because we're lacking ingredients." you told her with a groan as you pour the onions in the soup.

"please, carol, remind me when i go on runs to pick up spices." you added.

"alright, young lady." she teased and you smiled, you both had been close ever since lori died.

she had been the mother figure, but not romantically to rick, she also stood as a mother to rick, if that was possible.

"who caught the deer? daryl again?" you asked as you frowned at the chopped meat.

"who else? he's our only hunter." she smiled at you, knowing that you utterly despised the man.

"okay, maybe i won't eat." you joked with a huff as you crossed your arms.

"then don'." someone told you from behind making you gasp in shock.

"daryl! don't sneak up on people like that!" you told him as you looked at him with disapproval.

"if ye' don't like m' deers, don't eat!" he sneered at you making you let out a small smile.

"okay, i won't." you told him and leaned in to carol, to gossip with her. daryl is in a fair distance.

you took over stirring and whispered something to her, "i'm fucking missing one again."

you groaned as you frowned, it was very hard to loose a pair of panties.

it was very hard to find one on runs and you will suddenly loose some?

"if one of the women are stealing them, it's very unhygienic." you shook your head.

"it would disappear only to appear two days or a day after, you'll get it back." she reassured you.

"what the fuck are they doing with my knickers?" you told aloud making daryl look at you.

you rolled your eyes at him and stared into the pot, it was boiling and the delicious smell of it was making you hungry.

your pride was high so you went right back into your cell block once the woodbury people came out into the courtyard.

it hadn't only been half an hour before daryl came knocking at your cell.

"ye' can eat, was jus' jokin'." he told you in a quiet voice, you smiled.

"okay!" you stood up from your bed and placed your book to the side.

you were never the first to apologize, if you knew you weren't in the biggest wrong.

"carol told you to apologize?" you smiled as you stood in front of him, he was a lot taller than you.

"nah." he responded and you nodded, smiling. you stepped out of the cell, brushing past him.

"i'll follow ye' back, 'm jus' gon' do somethin'." he told you with a nod.

you gave him a thumbs up before going down the stairs and out the cell block.

daryl waited for a few minutes before going into your cell, he went to your basket full of clothes.

he quickly placed the panty, that you were missing, back into the basket. he grabbed another one and stuffed it into his pocket.

he wasn't usually like this but you made him crazy, with you scent and the way you acted around him.

you despised him sometimes, yet you could tolerate him enough to flirt with him.

he hated how you made him feel, he wanted to stop what crazy shit he was even doing.

but the thing is, he can't, he's in too deep in the situation. he's fucking addicted to your natural smell.

he fucked your underwear every night, imagining that it was you. he absolutely loved those moments.

call him a creep and whatsoever but he's obsessed with you. so fucking obsessed.

he loved the smell and heat in the shower when he got in right after you finished bathing.

he loved your hair, the way it flows smoothly whenever you ran your fingers in them when frustrated.

don't get him started in your smile, he can fucking kill an entire herd if that means he gets to see you smile.

he loved your skin, your soft milky skin and how they easily turn red when being gripped to tight.

he wondered if he gripped your wrists to tight when he was fucking deep balls into you, would they leave a fucking bruise? he loved that idea, meaning everyone would see that someone fucked you that night.

he loved your body, every curve, every form of you from head to toe.

he went crazy on every teenagers from woodbury who even tried to go near you.

he did it in private, just to not have him scare you off. he almost killed for you, he would do anything just to protect you.

it was when you were on the road, right after the farm fell. you, maggie, glenn and daryl encountered a group of men when you were on the run for the group.

the men was obviously stuffed full, having the weapons and foods that you all were desperately trying to find.

they were obviously a whole lot bigger, not starved during the months that the whole apocalypse started.

glenn and daryl tried to talk to the men, in hopes of escaping the men.

they failed and two of them went to beat up glenn and daryl, making you pull out a gun.

it was a very ugly fight, glenn received a broken nose and multiple bruises in the face and stomach.

daryl was worse, he tried to punch back just to get to you, but to no avail it only made things worse.

that left two other men that was onto you and maggie, you fucking tried to fight him off, he was too big.

he tried to rape the both of you, and that made daryl see red, he was on full adrenaline that he fucking killed the four men single-handedly.

it ended with glenn almost passed out cold, you and maggie shaken up and lastly daryl who was still gritting his teeth in anger.

he fucking swore to himself not to let any other dirty men touch you for their own pleasure.

"daryl!" he was cut-off in his trance by a small voice calling out to him.

he stood up immediately from his crouched position and turned to face the door.

carl stood there with a smile on his face as he nodded at daryl.

"what are you doing here? anyways where is she?" carl asked, looking for you as he inspected the room-cell.

"out in the courtyard... ye' eat already?" daryl asked the little boy as he stepped out from your cell, closing the gate behind him.

"no, i was just going to call her so we could eat together." carl said in a small voice, he wanted to spend more time with you, he felt as if everything that's been happening has been pulling you away from him.

"let's go 'ere together." he put a hand on the little boy's shoulder, giving him a thin smile.

"she's probably eatin' with andrea and carol." he said referring to the older women you hung out with.

"yeah, i'll run so i can see sophia." carl told daryl as the little boy beamed.

"ya..." daryl nodded at carl, and the latter took it as a sign to ran out to the court yard.

when he arrived at the courtyard it was busy with people and their own conversations.

he looked for you and didn't see you, he was worried that maybe you were off with some boys.

he would definitely fucking beat the shit out of the boy who ever tried to take you from him.

his thoughts were proven wrong when a small bunch of people were by gate.

he immediately spotted your hair that made him crazy but not as much as you made him crazy.

he walked towards you with a frown, his frown falling and replaced with a small smile as he heard you laugh.

michonne was there, looking proud and almost eye-teary. you hugged her as you also sobbed with joy.

he was confused why but his smile also grew bigger once he saw what was inside the box that michonne brought back.

the head of the governor was sitting there, eyes in shock and lifeless.

they had spent months hunting for the governor and now they found him, they can finally breath in peace.

the governor looked dirty, his beard and moustache was grown, wildly. like he doesn't have a place to stay and clean himself up.

"we're free, daryl." you whispered to him and you also hugged him, cheeks stained in tears.

he pulled away and wiped your tears away, just like he's always wanted to do.

he looked behind michonne to find a small group of people. they looked relieved to see a sanctuary ahead of them.

"oh, this is the family i found with philip. they didn't know who he truly was, so i explained it all." michonne pointed to the three people standing at the corner.

you gave them a slight wave as you smiled at the little girl, "this is tara, lilly and her daughter, meghan." michonne added.

they smiled awkwardly and gave a little wave back, glancing at daryl, rick, michonne, carol and you.

"and this is eugene, he pretended to be a scientist who knows the cure to all but all is well, rosita, and abraham." michonne pointed to the other three standing at a fair distance from tara's family.

"hi!" you gave rosita, eugene and abraham a small smile and a wave.

you walked to stand beside your dad, wrapping your hand around his arms as he inspected the strangers.

"you sure they could be trusted?" rick looked at michonne, she nodded and glanced back at the six.

"alright." rick said with a smile at michonne, he trusted her and would listen to every thing she said.

"welcome to the group!" you greeted them cheerily, you went near meghan and took her small hands into yours.

"i'll take her to meet the kids." you told lilly and she nodded, she can't believe that there's a sanctuary for them to live in, for her daughter and sister to live in peacefully.

you walked with meghan, hand in hand as you took her to the field where the kids played.

"join them, okay? if anyone bullies you, tell me. i'll kick their ass." you smiled at the young girl.

you instantly warmed up to her innocent eyes and warm heart, listening to whatever she was told.

you turned around and jumped back, looking at daryl in shock as you held your hand to your chest to calm your breathing.

"you scared me, dixon!" you told him with a shark glare as you walked past him.

"ye' makin' threats to lil' kids now?" he joke half heartedly, you giggled.

"i like her, she's sweet." you told him with a small sigh as you walked side by side with him.

"wha' s'wrong?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows as he scanned your face.

"nothing, i just really wanted a baby before all this. they're cute and really sweet." you ranted as you puffed your cheeks.

"ye? baby?" he asked like he couldn't believe it, you pouted at him and rolled your eyes.

"sorry, was kiddin'." he told you with a small smile, you only frowned in response.

"yes... but it's hard, and i don't think i'm ready again as i was before. there's an apocalypse now and there's hardly anyone my age around here, and if there is... t—they just avoid me like plague!" you said with an unreadable emotion.

"who told ye' anything about boys yer' age?" he asked as he walked with you into the cell block.

"i don't get it..." you told him as you walked up the stairs and stopping right outside your cell.

you walked inside and he followed in suit, you smiled and gestured for him to sit on the bed.

"maybe ye' can try wit' someone younger or older." he said with a grunt.

"what are you suggesting, dixon?!" you teased him as you stopped pacing.

you wiggled your eyebrows at him when he started stuttering and turn a bit red.

"nothin' forget it." he told you and he stood up but you immediately were in front of him and held his shoulders to get him back to sitting.

"i was just teasing you, daryl. but, no kidding, i really should try with someone older?" you asked with pure innocence that daryl couldn't face.

"y—ya..." he stuttered and scratched the back of his neck as he looked at his lap.

"well, there's johnny, he's five years older." you told him as you sat beside him.

"nah... he's been wit' almost everyone 'ere." he told you as he shook his head.

"okay... i really need to take a bath, do you mind if we talk later?" you asked him as you stood up from the bed.

he shook his head and also stood up, "also got somethin' else t'do."

"okay, bye!" you waved at him and ushered him out of your cell.

you groaned and went to your clean basket, in search of clothes to wear in the sunny day.

you picked out your clothes and took a glance at the dirty pile.

your underwear, was already there. you picked it up carefully and examined it.

you dropped it with a groan, you had to get used to someone stealing your panties just to bring them back.

but it's creepy as fuck and totally unhygienic if they're wearing it or what ever.

you stood up from your crouched position, your towel and clothes in hand.

you walked out of your cell and closed it behind you, it was quiet inside as almost all of the people living in the cell block was outside.

it was a good time to shower, considering there's a population of a hundred in the prison.

it really was hard to shower with that many people, there were many showers but it looks like the time people wants to shower is whenever you wanted to.

you entered the room where a dozen of shower was, you and your original group shared this shower.

you didn't have to worry about peeping tom's or creepy men spying you.

you placed the towel on the hanging bar and your clothes on the table outside.

you stepped in, undressing yourself as you placed your dirty clothes on another rack.

the fucking cold water was refreshing, you really needed it, considering that it was a hot day in the prison.

you showered very quickly so your group can still have cold water, you felt bad because they've been spending all day in the sun ever since summer.

you pulled on your towel and wrapped it around your body, stepping out on the shower.

you went to the table and grabbed your clothes, going back inside the shower to change.

the clothes you wore were just a jeans short and a camisole, perfect wear for a sunny day.

besides you will be working on the fence today, so you still had to shower later.

work on the fence was exhausting, imagine that you will be standing outside for a few hours just killing walkers with the sun glaring down at you.

but it's worth it because by the end of the day there weren't walkers anymore by the fence.

and when you wake up the next morning there is walkers, and you kill them again.

that was your routine but sometimes you're on babysitting duty with beth, a girl just your age.

she was the sister of maggie, innocent just like you, just more shy and she's not as open-mouthed as you.

you stepped out of the shower again, dressed in clean clothes. you went to the rack that you found on a run a month ago and placed your towel there along with a few others.

an old lady was kind enough to stitch your name on the towel so it doesn't get mixed with the others.

it was a very sweet thing to do, she also was one of the elders you absolutely adore.

you went back to your cell and brushed your hair, it has grown longly, it wasn't the same mid-hair length when the apocalypse started.

instead it reached just above your butt, you smiled as you braided your hair and put little clips on it.

you shuffled on your make-shift drawer and looked for the sunscreen that thankfully michonne found on a run a week ago.

she found a full box of sunscreen and gave it to those who were on fence duty which was twenty people or so.

you don't get bored as much in fence duty when you had karen to gossip with.

she's always telling you how romantic tyreese is, how their dates always end with a sweet kiss.

it makes your heart flutter that your friend found love amidst all this.

you applied sunscreen on your exposed skin, you even went about thinking that you should just wear long-sleeves and pants.

karen would kill you, ranting about how you might faint again like you did once on fence duty.

it worried the hell out of everyone and you were on cooking and babysitting duty for a month after that.

you kind of don't want that to happen so you decided against it.

you placed the sunscreen back on your drawer and went out the cell, after slipping on your cowboy boots.

you walked past cell's when you heard grunts and moans in a particular cell you know too well.

you walked near it with cautious step, "daryl?" you asked him, you can't see anything because of the white sheet that covered the gate.

you opened the cell and found daryl flustered, "you okay, old man? are you having back pain?"

asking him was kind of you, considering you were starting to warm up to him.

"i can massage you if you want, i'll just skip fence duty." you offered to him as you walked by his bed.

your brows were furrowed in worry, he felt bad for making you worry when he was just jerking himself onto your underwear, smelling it like a creep.

"i do it all the time with dad, when he's having back problems." you explained as you sat beside him.

this was one of the reasons he fell for you, your kindness and no hesitation to help.

he didn't know why he started liking you when you all found the prison.

he hated himself at first, for falling for you who's almost half his age and you're most importantly, the daughter of a man he considered his best friend.

he felt sick but he can't do anything with it, his feelings for you grew deeper especially when the woodbury people arrived.

he didn't know what to tell rick. “hey man, i like your daughter.” was that what he's supposed to say?

"nah... 'm fine. ye' should go before yer' late f'fence duty." he told you.

you shrugged but nodded, "okay..." you st oppd up from his bed.

"if you feel sick, tell me." you smiled at him and went out of his cell, continuing your walk down the stairs.

it took a good minute before you were out of the cell block, you walked in the hallways before you managed to exit the prison.

"hi, karen..." you waved at the said woman and walked to approach her.

you also greeted tyreese who kissed his girlfriend good bye and waved back at you.

"that was a sweet kiss, i'm jealous." you teased her and then pouted, you wanted to experience loving someone.

beth have zack and she's your age, carl have sophia and they're younger than you! how was it fair?

you even asked rick if he would allow you to have a boyfriend over dinner the other night.

the rest of the group laughed while carol, michonne and andrea teased you.

you didn't notice how daryl's mood was down the whole night after that.

he wanted you to notice him, he tried to argue with you every chance he got just to have you notice him.

"you'll find them someday." karen knew what you were thinking and you gave her a small nod.

she handed you a sharp spear and you both walked to the fence where the other's are working now.

you worked for hours along side karen and by the time you were done, the sun was almost setting.

it made every sweat worth it because there's not a single walker in sight.

it was really a good setting, with the council and how they handled every thing.

you all were working to make the prison a home, the crops had grown and are ready to harvest every three weeks.

it was all because of the fertilizers you all try to find every run, and the pigs and chicken had more babies.

it was a good life and it would stay like that forever. you said goodbye to karen and placed the spear on the basket just outside the prison doors.

you went to your cell and picked out a set of sleepwear for a quick shower before dinner.

"hey, daryl... you going to shower too?" you asked when you met him down the stairs.

it's been a weird day, you've been seeing more of him ever since today.

you felt like you've seen him a lot more today that you ever did before the prison.

"mhm." was all he responded, you nodded and walked with him towards the bathroom.

"daryl, have you been talking to dad?" you asked him as you synced your footsteps with his.

"ya, why?" he asked as he glanced at your face, he quickly looked away.

"has he been doing better? maybe he wants to step-up again soon, the governor's gone now." you said lowly.

"he's yer' dad. why're ye' askin' me?" he groaned as he tried to not respond.

"we've all been busy, i don't even have time for them anymore." you said sadly, referring to your dad, carl, and judith.

"he's been better, improvin' since lori." he nodded, his southern accent thick.

"do you miss the people we've lost? like jacqui, mom, jim, and dale?" you asked him.

he shook his head, "they were never important t'me." he shrugged and you nodded.

"you must felt absolutely relieved when you found out merle's alive." you nudged him with your elbow.

you were happy for him that he's doing good with his brother, who was a jerk at first.

merle was starting to adjust to the prison and found a woman he love, he's in the council along with a few others.

"what about shane, ye' miss him?" daryl teased you, nodding to your words about merle.

"ew, no! he's a fucker." you groaned in disgust as you imagined the things he did to your family.

"did a number on ye' didn't he?" daryl smirked and you can feel your cheeks heat up just by his smirk.

"but i can't say that he shouldn't have done the things he did, 'cause jude wouldn't be here." you smiled sadly.

"ye' little ass-kicker is growin' fast." he shook his head with a smile.

"i heard that maggie is pregnant." you beamed at daryl, your eyes glinting with happiness at a new baby in the prison.

"ye', glenn told me earlier." daryl nodded, also happy for the couple since the farm.

you both stopped at the entrance of the bathroom, the sound of water droplets is the only thing that could be heard.

you looked at him as you bit your lip, analyzing his brows, his lashes, eye color, and his lips.

you gulped when he leaned in closer, you couldn't deny that sometimes there's that attraction for him deep down.

the attraction you kept hidden down in fear. he was a very closed off man, you were just scared of rejection.

how can you resist him? now that he's leaning in to place his lips onto yours.

you also can't deny that he's a very attractive man, with a shoulder that could make you swoon, and his arms that you wished to hold.

he has tattoos and you found them pretty and meaningful, he had a tattoo on his collar bone.

you didn't know what it meant but it's just a letter, a simple letter placed there.

it was an x.

you closed your eyes when you felt his lips touch yours gently, as if they were just tasting.

he tasted like cigarettes and booze. you can feel yourself getting drunk on his mouth.

you let out a small whimper when he squeezed your ass, he pulled away and took of his shirt.

he placed it on the laundry basket and kissed you again. you took a step back and he pulled the curtains out of the way to enter the bathroom.

"we shouldn't be doing this." you told him, pulling away as you shrugged of your own shirt.

"ya." he agreed and started attacking your neck, making you release small moans.

the clothes and towels you both had were left scattered on the table when you have thrown it.

he gently guided you, taking a step forward as you took a step back.

he guided you to the nearest room to shower, pressing your back against the wall.

he fumbled with your bra as you grabbed onto his hair, keeping your moans at bay.

you helped him slip it off, and he immediately attacked your breasts with kisses.

he turned on the shower and it made you smile at him as you got wet by the water.

you brushed your fingers through his hair, fixing it and moving it out of his face.

placing your hands on his neck, you leaned in and kissed him once again.

you can feel his erection on your stomach and that made you groan.

he held you by the waist and leaned down to meet your kisses as he was taller and bigger than you.

you slid off your panties slowly and you can feel the wetness on your thighs, not by the water but because of him.

he groaned as he rubbed your clit when his hands found it's way there.

you burried your face on his shoulder as you stopped yourself from moaning.

you heard the water stop running on the other stall and a few shuffle here and there.

and finally the moment you were waiting for, the shuffle of the curtains, indicating the person has left.

he lined the tip of his cock onto your entrance and you gripped his shoulders, you weren't sure if it would fit.

he pushed in with one deep thrust making you cry out in pain, you didn't expect him to be that rough.

he started thrusting in and out as you bit your lip you can taste the metallic taste in your tongue.

you moaned, as your hips met his desperately. all the pain was gone now and was replaced by bliss and pleasure.

"s'fuckin' tight, princess." he went deeper and faster with each thrust making you moan loudly.

you were scared to get caught but you couldn't stop the sinful moans that were leaving your mouth.

everyone was probably at dinner already.

you would be disgusted when someone told you that you'd be having sex with your dad's best friend a year ago.

it was so sinful, he was much older and also your dad's best friend, you want to stop but he felt so fucking good.

"daryl, mhm..." you moaned as he kept his thrusting, you can feel the tingling on your lower stomach.

a sense of sign that you were about to cum, it was quick but you can't help yourself.

he felt so good and it was too long ago that you've done this and felt pleasure, the only good thing was that this was better.

"i—i'm about to... c—cum." you moaned as you met his lips for a passionate kiss.

"cum 'round daddy's cock, baby." he groaned into your ear once you pulled away from the kiss.

he can feel your velvety walls clench around him, if he kept going on like this he would also cum.

"yer' so warm." he praised you making you whine, you were so turned on by the sound of your skin slapping together.

"i—I'm cumming." you informed him as you closed your eyes in pleasure.

stopping your hips from meeting his as you came. you moaned from the high feeling.

he kept thrusting into you with force, into your wet, tight and sensitive cunt.

"i'm gonna cum inside you." he looked into your eyes with a dark look.

you shook your head, "i—i'm not on birth control..." you whined as you shook from another orgasm.

"don't care." he shut you up by kissing you with much domination and force, he bit your lip and you pulled away.

"daryl... i—i'm not ready." you whimpered as you pushed on his shoulders.

he ignored you, "i'm gonna fill you up with my babies." he said once again, ignoring your total protests.

"you'd look so pretty carrying my babies." he kissed your jaw and sucked on your sweet spot.

you felt his cock twitch before he finished up inside you, you moaned.

"y-you came inside me!" you looked at him with anger as you unlatch yourself from him.

your legs giving out from intense orgasm, he held you to support you up.

"i love ye', we can have a happy family, you'll have a baby like you've always wanted." he assured you.

you shook your head as you wiped your tears, "w-what would dad say." you whisper to him as you pout.

"i'll worry about him, just be a good girl for me." he grabbed the shampoo as he put some on your hair, washing it for you.

"ye' feel good, so fuckin' good. better than yer' panties." he said with a smirk

you gasped and looked at him, there were a million questions running around your head.

"you're the one who's been stealing them?!" you asked in anger and embarrassment.

"hm, ye' smell so fuckin' good, baby." he praised you, making your cheeks hot again.

"that's embarrassing." you said in a small voice, looking away from him.

"i'll take care of ye' and in just a few months you'll have a baby bump." he kissed you once again.

you shivered and couldn't help but look at your stomach, caressing it.

you can feel his warm cum inside you, it was probably getting to work now.

it was too late for you to take pills, you felt like crying. you weren't ready for a baby, you were before, but you weren't sure now.

he promised to take care of you, he should. what if your dad gets angry if you tell him?

you can't bear the thought of your dad or carl ever being mad at you.

it would ruin you and you can't even think about the people at the prison, the people you love hating you because of your relationship with daryl.

"ye'll look good with m'babies, trust m'." daryl whispered to you, sucking on your neck.

what have you gotten yourself into?

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birds of a feather

summary: a bit of understandable anger toward your fiancé for— in your eyes— unwise decisions leads to hurt feelings and avoidance. thankfully, the two of you come back together in the most interesting of places.

word count: 4090ish.

rating: m

warnings: public sexual acts. talk of death ( rooster's, goose's and carole's ). angst. two adults being stubborn fools. talk about breasts. talk about ruining hawaiian shirts and dress whites. kind of playing around with naval deployments and what not.

pairing: bradley ( rooster ) bradshaw x female reader ( callsign vulture )

author's note: hi, first fic in this fandom that was simply supposed to be hot titty fucking with a title of a tit for a cock and then turned into 4k of angst then some titty fucking. some of you might recognize me from another fandom on here on tumblr to which if you do, hi y'all. also i feel like i missed tags and i'm sorry about that. assuming i write more for this because i've gotten over my nervousness i'll learn. and special thanks to @blurredcolour for being a little cheerleader

You’re beginning to wonder if there’s just something about Maverick that just turns everyone around him a bit stupid. You like to think that most of the team surrounding your fiancé aren’t idiots and yet there you were being proven completely wrong as you listened to Bradley explain what exactly had happened on the mission.



“That’s not what he meant when he said don’t think!” You remembered screaming into the phone, knowing fully well that while Mav was his own special brand of stupid- and deliriously lucky he wasn’t the same level of pure unadulterated idiocy Bradley was displaying.

“It worked out!” Was somehow his raspy defense and it had taken all your self control to not hang up the phone right then and there, the sheer unmitigated aggravation seeping through your pores As it stood, what you did end up doing was letting out the world’s most put upon sigh as you rolled your eyes.



“You’re just lucky Mav didn’t have to bury another bird.” At Rooster’s sharp inhale you started to speak again. “I didn’t mean it— I’m just—”



“No. I get it, Vulture,” he spat out your callsign, a definite sign that he’s pissed and you had struck a nerve you honestly shouldn’t have right in that moment before you heard something in the background. “You don’t have to come get me, I’ll get home fine.”



The silence after he hung up feels almost as all consuming as the idea of him dying was.

It’s always been a thing that when one of you comes back from deployment or from a mission or from visiting friends who are stationed somewhere else that you pick one another up. Some of your friends call it silly, but for you and Rooster it works. You’ve always wanted to be together all the time but at the same time— when opportunities present themselves you’ve never been the type to ignore them. Hell, even if you wanted to, the other one would just argue against ignoring the opportunity. That’s why you found yourself here, waiting for Rooster to come back from what should have been a mission he didn’t come back from. What was almost a mission he didn’t come back from. You wonder if this is how his mom felt with his father and if the reason she never wanted him to become a pilot like this is to avoid anyone else having her fate. You see Rooster walking with Hangman and are about to lean out of the car to tell him to get his ass in the car before he sees you through your windshield. The look he gives you is one of aggravation and hurt that you’ve so rarely seen on his face that it practically pins you to your seat in the car. You've seen those brown eyes look at you with so much love and you've made jokes comparing them to warm chocolate more than once but in this moment— all they do is remind you of a hardened and unbreakable tree.



He shakes his head before turning to keep talking to Hangman, laughing at some probable dumb joke the man said and you swear your stomach drops through the floor of the car. You hadn’t thought he was serious about not wanting you to come get him and here he was getting into someone else’s car to go— home? Maybe, or maybe he was going to crash on Hangman’s couch or find— no. No, for all that Rooster was angry with the slip of your tongue he would never cheat on you. He loves you in a way that makes other people sick and makes Maverick and Penny tell you that yeah, you kind of remind them of his dad and Carole.



Still, he’s never been this angry at you and that terrifies you in ways that you can’t put into words. You’ve flown dangerous missions that didn’t terrify you as much as the look on Rooster’s face did right in that moment. After what feels like hours, but is only really ten minutes you pull out of the area you were parked in and head home. You don’t realize Hangman hasn’t left and that Rooster watches you leave from his side of the truck. 



“She couldn’t have done anything that bad, man.” Jake tries to reason as he puts the truck in reverse. 



“You don’t know her like I do," he scoffs, shaking his head and slipping on his aviators. "I forgot why she’s called Vulture. Just— Just drive.”

You suppose it's a mercy that you see Rooster the next morning, making coffee as if he didn't break your tradition with one glance through a car windshield. Suppose you should be thankful he's back home and in your kitchen and not back home in a casket, but you've never been one to allow yourself simple pleasures like that when you're hurt. When your heart's twisted into the version of itself that only releases anger and toxic fumes to push away everyone you hold dear.



That anger has your mouth moving before your brain can catch up and make you see sense. All you know is that the man you love hasn't said one word to you since that phone call and he's only making one cup of coffee and not two. Another tradition broken and you can only see red.



"Are you ignoring me?" You ask the moment he turns around, sipping his coffee without seemingly a care in the world.



Bradley isn't necessarily the more verbose out of the two of you, but he's never particularly short with you. Today is the exception, much like everything about the past two days.



"No." A pause as he sets down his coffee cup and you see a bit of coffee clinging to his upper lip and that stupid little mustache you've grown to love over the years. "Maybe."



"Maybe," you parrot, moving over to where he's standing and watching as he moves just far enough away to allow you to grab your own cup and your own specific pod to make your coffee. "You nearly die, I say something stupid and now you're acting like a moody teenager. Cute, Roo."



Roo. Not even Rooster and certainly not his name because he certainly doesn't deserve it in this moment. You watches as his eyes drift over your body, noting how you're wearing one of his favorite Hawaiian shirts with the top buttons unbuttoned, revealing skin that normally he'd have covered in kisses a thousand times over since he returned last night. Instead it's unmarred by his lips and teeth and you're as vicious as can be. Two can play that game. Two can be childish.



"I'm sorry, something stupid. No— no, you didn't say something stupid. You said something cruel. That's a big difference, babe. One is normal, the other is you reminding me that I could have left you alone just like my mom was. Like that didn't go through my head. Like Maverick didn't tell me that much while we were heading back. "



A laugh erupts from deep inside your chest as you turn to look at Rooster. "Did it really go through your head? Did you think I'm throwing away my life with Vulture because I need to save someone who ruined parts of my life? Or did your brain get scrambled from the G's?"



You watch as eyes that you love start to fill with something resembling tears as his hand clenches the coffee cup. He loves you, he knows that to be a simple fact. He loves you. His father loved him and his mother. Mav loves him and loved his father and his mother. And you love him. In this moment though, that last one feels like a joke, feels like a dagger twisting in his chest. Maybe you don't love him if this is what you want to spew at him. You're a woman who should have had a callsign of Viper but only gets Vulture because you can handle things other people couldn't. You take care of things other people wouldn't or couldn't. He supposes you taking on all of those things is what makes you the way you are.



"It's what my dad would have done," he forces the words out and tries to not cry because you know what that means to him. You know know better than anyone. "I was his wingman."



"And what about my wingman, Bradley?" Your question comes out softer than you mean it to even as you slam your coffee pod into the machine. Somehow tears start to tease the edge of your eye line. "You were just going to leave me without mine. You really are your father's son. Guess I should be happy we don't have a little you running around. That's a little too on the nose."



The slam of the coffee cup startles you more than anything you've thought was possible in that moment and yet without missing a beat you turn to face Rooster once again in time for you to see angry tears falling from his eyes. "I'm not doing this. You're— I didn't leave you. You're not having to bury me and you're not having to be by my side as I bury the closest thing I have to a father now. That is what should matter. Not what I did. What I know you would have done for some people. What you'd have done for Phoenix alone. I'm here in our kitchen wearing my engagement ring and you're just wearing my shirt and not sobbing into it because it's the closest thing that smells like me. Let it go." He takes a moment to take a shaky breath and starts to move toward you. "I made a mistake but I don't regret it. Let. It. Go."



If you were younger, if you were the same girl Rooster met all those years ago you'd have taken your ring off and slammed it on the counter right next to his coffee cup in a fit of anger. You're older now, same as Bradley and you stop yourself even as your hand inches toward your ring finger. Bradley's always been taller than you unless you're in heels and it forces you to look up at him. "You forget who you're wanting to marry, Bradshaw. I'm— I'm not letting this go. Just— you know what, sleep on the couch, do whatever. I don't care— you're not sleeping in our bed. Especially if you want to act like I meant to say what I said in the first place. You want to ignore me? Fine. Then do that."



You see Bradley's jaw tense, and watch the way it moves as you normally would enjoy before he speaks. "Wasn't planning on sleeping there for a while anyway. Enjoy your coffee, Y/N."

Ever since you had started dating, you and Bradley had talked every single day. No matter the fight, no matter what happened between you two you would never let something like this drag on for so long. Life was short after all and you two were both vividly aware of that.



This time though, this time it drags on for two weeks and you have a half right mind to stand in front of Bradley until he talks until you realize from how even Phoenix looks at you while at the Hard Deck that it wouldn't help. It truthfully might make things worse. So you let him stew and he lets you stew. You miss him and you like to think he misses you but you're both very stubborn people who know how to hold grudges with the best of them.



It's strange, ignoring someone you love in your own house but sometimes you'd like to argue that you and Bradley are strange people. Normal most of the time but with those small little scars inside and out that make you do strange things. Strange things like make sure your dress whites are ready to go the day of what you think is a ceremony— honestly you hadn't paid attention for once to the notice. That's what you do with someone you love and someone you care about— not someone you're still so angry with that it hurts to talk to them.



You arrive separately to questioning looks from most of the Dagger Squad and Maverick but you both shrug and smile them off even as you stay apart most of the night. What you both don't realize is that the other is sneaking glances when one of you looks away. Your eyes take in the man who you think— you hope— is still going to be your future husband and bemoan the fact that he can't wear this uniform everywhere. There's something special about seeing him all dressed in white and looking every bit a dashing naval aviator.



His eyes? Oh, his eyes take in the woman he knows he's still going to marry if one of you would just break already. They take in you in white which you hate wearing because it shows off everything and stains and all those silly things you say. They take in how your jacket contains your chest but how the buttons strain just a little and how he knows that you're probably wearing a lace bra that he loves underneath it. He knows how that bra feels against his hands when he cups your breasts and squeezes them in his hands. Your chest is a work of art sometimes— all the time really and he hasn't touched in over two weeks.



Jake is the one who notices how Bradley's eyes haven't left you for a few minutes and notices how he's shifting in place— fidgeting in a way he's never seen him.



"She's been staring at you too," the blonde chuckles. "This is— This is every bad high school dance and military ball I've ever been to rolled into one. Go over to her, Rooster. Stop pining, man."



Bradley wants to defend himself but he turns to look at you again only to catch your eyes and how they slide down his body before stopping at his crotch and— he finds most logic and sense goes out the window. Like two magnets drawn to one another you both find yourselves by each other's sides, with hands grazing each other's hips.



"I—" He starts before you shake your head.



"I was being cruel. You've— We both know I get like that and I was terrified, Bradley. I saw our lives flashing before my eyes the second I found. It was gone in an instant. That doesn't excuse—" Your words are cut off with a soft kiss that you're both endlessly thankful no one sees.



"Babe. Trust me, I know I was an idiot and that same vision you had? Yeah, you weren't the only one. I swear I heard my mom and my dad yelling at me." His words are soft as he nuzzles his nose against yours, laughing softly when you scrunch up your nose because of his mustache. "I'm sorry."



You sniffle a little, partially to prevent a sneeze from his mustache hair and to cover up the fact that you're a little emotional. "I'm sorry too." You take a moment to look up meet his eyes only to see how his eyes are trained on your breasts. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, are you staring at my boobs in public? At a function?"



You watch as a light dusting of color reaches his cheeks before he bites his lips. "And if I am?"



A breath leaves your mouth slowly as you move the hand that's been on his hip toward the front of his dress pants, giggling softly at the slight hardness you feel. "I'd say you should stop unless you want me to take care of this in the bathroom."



His eyes dart around the room checking to see if anyone will notice you're both gone for a bit before he laughs. "Meet you there in five?"



You practically give yourself minor whiplash as you nod quickly. "Can I keep the bra on?"



His groan almost gives the two of you and your plans away.

The great thing, you think, about this bra, is that it makes it so easy to have Bradley stick his cock in between your breasts without taking it off. You know by the end he'll want it off, want to squeeze your breasts as he slides his cock in between them but in the beginning he's fine with this.



"I missed my girls," he groans as you press your arms against the side of your chest, pushing your breasts together even more. "Should— Should've gotten over myself and fucked you in my shirt that morning."



"You would have gotten come on your favorite Hawaiian shirt, Bradley," you try to reason with him even as your voice takes on an airy sort of quality the quicker your fingers move in between your legs. You should have taken off your pants but you realize it's a little too late for that now.



"We're probably getting come on our dress whites, babe." It's a joke but one that's likely very true from the way you can see his cock pulse and from the way your fingers— even through the articles of clothing you're wearing sound so obscene as they squelch and slide between your folds. "Would've made it better. Fuck, swear this bra does something to your tits."



"It's a bra? A dressy one? That's the point?" You can't help but giggle as he moves faster, his cock gilding against the soft skin of your breasts. "You getting close baby?"



"Lil bit," he grunts out, his hand moving to try and grasp at one of your nipples. "You wanna free them? Let your nipples join in on the fun?"



"You just wanna smear them with precome, Bradshaw, you're not slick." It's not a no, and your hands move to start undoing your bra even as you look up and see Bradley with the dumbest smirk you've ever seen him have. "Why are you—"



"You're slick though," he pulls his cock out from between your breasts and bends down to kiss you as your bra releases your breasts. "Bad—"



"Bad dirty dad joke," you cut him off with a fond shake of your head. "At least wait until we have a little birdy before you stoop that low."



A shrug is the only answer you get as he lines his cock up with your breasts and waits for you to press them together before saying a single phrase. "Sorry. It's in my blood."



You look up at him through your eyelashes and sigh, ignoring how your heart twists a little at the faked twinkle in those brown eyes of his. Instead you bend your head down just a little to lick a small kitten lick at the head of his cock. "Doomed to those jokes for the rest of my life as Mrs. Bradshaw. What have I done?"



A shudder ripples through him at your lick and he has to force himself to not come right then and there all over your perfectly made up face. He wants to though, wants to see you debauched like you should have been the second he came home and was alive and in your arms. He should have painted your face white. Should have made it so there was a stain on his favorite shirt that he'd wear proudly because it'd tell everyone how needy you two were for each other. It'd remind everyone that he's taken by the most vicious, intelligent, and vivacious woman he's ever met. It'd remind him that you missed him that much that you couldn't bear to be apart from some part of him for too long.



He didn't though and he can't right now but tonight when you're home and laying across your shared bed maybe he can do it then and watch as your lips try and lick bits off your face. The image he paints in his mind is something else and it has him clenching the fabric of your jacket before his own hands move to play with the tops of your breasts. The action earns a low whine from you, wanting more of his large hands on you, his thumbs playing with your nipples as he kisses you. You two have to make this quick though and it shows in how Bradley's thrusts increase in speed and how he motions for you to do something— anything— with your boobs and your hands until you finally catch onto his meaning.



"You are so boob drunk, Bradley," you mutter as your hand wraps around the part of his cock not between your breasts. With every thrust up you manage a lick or two just to tease him until you see his thrusts getting messier and less controlled.



A breathless low chuckle leaves him. "Nah, just you drunk. Fuck, babe, Y/N. I'm— let him go. Gonna—"



"Cum on them. Just cum on them. I'll wipe it off."



You look up with all the confidence in the world to see him with blown out pupils and a wet lips from where he's bitten them to keep quiet. "You su—" You cut him off with an almost violent nod that has the head of his cock brushing your chin as he does. "Okay okay."



What happens next is a flurry of limbs and grunts and low whines from you and Bradley as you chase your respective highs. Bradley comes first, hips stuttering, painting your chest with his cum, pearly white and just uncontrolled enough that some lands on your lips and chin and another bit lands on your dress shirt, narrowly avoiding your jacket. Your name falls from his lips easily as you look up at him, your fingers curling just so inside of you as he reaches out to cup your cheek his brown eyes so full of love, arousal and adoration that you come with a silent cry, your body threatening to fall forward from the sheer intensity but his strong hands are there to stop you.



You both lean back— him against the wall and you on your knees- catching your breath before he moves to grab paper towels, wetting them just enough for you to clean his release off of you. He embarrassingly lets out something close to a childish whine as he watches you lick the traces of come off your lips until you raise an eyebrow at him and his hardening cock.



"When we get home." You both manage to say at the same time before letting out matching peals of laughter. After a moment where you both can't keep a straight face Bradley starts to tuck himself inside his dress pants and you start to button your shirt back up before he pulls you up with an ease that marvels you even to this day. You feel the warmth of his large hand through your shirt as he straightens it out, making sure it's regulation ready. He winces at the slight stain of his come near your shoulder before remembering you still have to get your jacket on. His hands make quick work of the buttons and he notes with pride the only sliver of come one can see is easily explained away as water.



You can't help but bite your lip at Bradley when you see him looking down at you, inspecting his handiwork. Almost as if he realizes you're staring he meets your eyes and smiles this stupid half smile that makes his mustache look far cuter than it has any right to be and has his eyes dancing with mirth.



"Come on Lieutenant Bradshaw, they're gonna notice if we stay here," he tries to school his face into something resembling a serious look before he chuckles softly.



"Aye aye, Lieutenant Bradshaw." A pause. "You can't call me by your last name yet, you know."



He shrugs, unlocking the door as he wraps his arm around your waist. "I almost died. I can do it if I want. Besides, saw your thighs tense up."



You tamp down on the urge to slap his arm playfully as your own arm moves to snake around his waist. "You're lucky I love you."



"Yeah,' he stops right before you reach the door to reenter the hall and presses you just lightly against the wall. "I love you too."

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will you marry me? // dagger squad x reader

howdy y'all !!! this was a random idea I had well over a year ago that I never actually finished and just found when clearing out my wips and thought it would be a fun little thing to post, so please enjoy the dagger squad and what engagement ring I think they'd pick !!! I didn’t even intend for it to be a recurring thing that the proposals don’t go to plan or are silly but I guess it’s just on brand for them lmao

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

this man is all about the classics - I mean, look at his bronco... he wanted to get you something simple with a bit of a modern twist. he's also a very sentimental man. he'd play it casual all week leading up to date night but surprise you by taking you to where you had your first date, whether that's a restaurant or a bar or the beach, and after the most perfect evening he'd propose with his mom's ring. because he's bradley and incredibly thoughtful, he'd also want you to have a ring that's only yours and I think he'd surprise you with that one randomly -- maybe after celebrating the engagement in bed that night, or the next morning over breakfast. you end up wearing Carole’s ring on your right hand (sometimes putting it around a necklace of hers Bradley also gifted you when you want to keep it extra safe) and your new ring on your left.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Jake is all flash, but that doesn't mean he lacks substance. he scours your pinterest board for weeks and asks all your closest friends for their input, but at the end of the day he trusts himself to get it right because he knows you like the back of his hand. you deserve only the best, and he wants you to park your pretty butt on the beach when he's flying by and to be able to catch a glare from the rock he put on your finger. he'd either propose in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store (which surprises him as much as you) after watching you hem and haw over which flavor to get and deciding to get all three - or, he'd go all out and plan the perfect vacation to a destination that's been on your bucket list and research the most romantic spot in the whole country and really there's no in between.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

our sweet man of few, but impactful, words. his ring choice and proposal is no different. he wants to get you something beautiful and unique, but neither one of you are known for being frivolous. he picks something modest that shows how well he knows you and how much he loves you. something about him screams christmas proposal - either at his family's snowy farm early in the morning before anyone has a chance to sweep you up in the festivities or in your shared home before heading to Mav and Penny's holiday dinner. either way, its just the two of you wrapped in your own bubble and you tease that Bob should be writing the proposals for hallmark movies because what he says is so perfect. you'd open a suspiciously wrapped gift you think is the worlds lightest pair of shoes but to your shock you find a ring, and Bob always regrets not setting up a camera to capture the priceless look on your face.

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Natasha never thought she was one for marrying until she met you, and she'd definitely get you something beautiful and intricate without sacrificing delicacy. she'd plan the perfect evening in and cook your favorite meal, but absolutely ruin your favorite cookies and while she's flustered and panicking over a sheet of what looks like coal you're just laughing and gazing at her with this dumbstruck look that translates to you're such an idiot and I'm so in love with you and when she catches it she can't help herself and it just flies out, really she nearly yells and you're just standing watching her fumble to get the ring out her pocket not realizing you'd already said yes before you even saw it.

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Much like Jake, he wants to get you something flashy but he was drawn to this one in particular because the band reminded him of airplane wings and he liked the idea of you not only having a token of his love on your hand every day he's on deployment, but one that has a little piece of his second love too. I think he'd definitely plan a big elaborate proposal but Jake's got a big mouth and didn't know you were at the bar and asks if he popped the question, only to see horror on Javy's face and you standing right behind him so he was really forced into it but of course you said yes because it was chaotic and imperfect and everything you could ever want.

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Mickey would definitely want to get you something a little funky - neither one of you are known for being super traditional, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to have the perfect ring. true to his nature as soon as it's in his possession he's a little too excited to wait to plan something out and while you're all snuggled up watching star wars for the hundreth time he just blurts out that wants to marry you and when you look at him in shock he thinks he's ruined it and offended you by not doing it properly but once you get your wits about you all you can say is 'of course I'll marry you, you big idiot'

Reuben 'Payback' Fitch

I think Reuben leans more towards the classics as well, but with a little something extra. your relationship has always been sweet and fun and lighthearted, and your proposal is exactly the same. he takes you to the putt putt course you had your first date at and proposes in front of the windmill, and you can't keep it together long enough to say yes because he dropped the ring in the hole and even when he retrieves it your 'yes' is hard to decipher around all your laughing.

[birdiescanfly]

Jake Seresin and music is everything to me. Like, maybe his mom was a kitchen dancing kind of mama, you know? In my mind, Jake's home life wasn't perfect (Religious Trauma) but he has good memories of music and his mom. I've seen some stories where Jake is a sexy dancer, and I love that, but I also want Jake to be one of those goofy dancers. He hears a song he likes and he cannot help himself. He just starts bobbing and wiggling around no matter where he is or who is with him. Also, Jake Seresin having been a choir boy lives rent-free in my mind. I need him singing and humming to himself as he works. A Jake who knows a bunch of folky music with no instruments, just like clapping or stomping, (he learned from his mom or something) and of course he has so much fun with it. Oh, and I cannot listen to Hallelujah (Rufus Wainwright) without seeing Jake and his religious trauma just totally vibing. God, imagine Jake suddenly being able to harmonize with Bradly when the man is singing in the car or something. Let me tell you, Rooster is shocked, but then he recovers and is suddenly so so so fond (maybe it reminds him of his Goose and Carol.) I totally headcanon that Bradly is a music snob so Jake keeping up with him Matters, okay?) Yeah, just a Jake enjoying himself with music and movement and expression, I think about it all the time.

[ashtheketchum]

A new family Part 2

A/N: Here is the second part! To be honest, I don't know how long this story will last, but hey. If you like it, it's good if the story is long xD

Taglist: @clairealeehelsing

Part 1 here

Warnings: Mention of abuse and rape, mild panic attack, insults (slut, bitch)

Masterlist!

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PoV (Y/N):

The sun was starting to set as I set out to punch the Dixon brothers. I waited at their tents, trying to calm myself. “Which bitch is standing in front of my tent now?” I heard an aggressive voice. Although I had been a little calmer until now, the anger was boiling inside me again.

I looked angrily at the Dixon brothers, who had squirrels and a badger with them. They were probably hunting again, because that was their only job in this camp. Daryl looked at me for a moment before turning his gaze to the floor. "Are you kidding me!?" I just screamed loudly. "How can you scream at an 8 year old so that she runs screaming and crying to her mother!?" I screamed loudly again. Merle laughed briefly while Daryl tensed. Then Merle walked towards me and he threw the dead animals to the ground. He was now standing right in front of me, I could smell his bad breath as well as his sweat.

"Yar 8 year old gurl went after ma brotha! She’s probably just as much of a slut as ya!” Merle's words made me pause for a moment. So (D/N) really didn't listen to me and looked for Daryl. She had probably given him the necklace. I looked at Daryl briefly before pushing Merle away and walking towards him. I held out my hand angrily, he knew exactly what I wanted. "Give it back to me. You don’t deserve it, dirty Dixon.” I said angrily. Daryl looked at me annoyed for a moment before pulling the necklace out of his pocket and throwing it in my face.

"She wa´ ugly anyway." He hissed before ramming into me and walking away. Merle followed his little brother before I went away to cool off. (D/N) was lying in our tent, she was still sniffling and small tears were rolling down her cheeks. I sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug. "Is everything ok, honey?" I whispered quietly. "Mom… why do Merle and Daryl hate us so much…? They remind me of Dad…” Her words made me jump for a moment.

The memories of my ex-husband, her father, came back and I also felt tears in my eyes. "I don't know, honey… I don't know…" I murmured quietly. (D/N)'s father and I knew each other for a long time before we got together. We were actually an inseparable couple, but I got pregnant from him and from then on everything changed. He slept with other women while I had to go through the pregnancy alone, and when (D/N) was born, he beat me and raped me multiple times a day.

(D/N) noticed everything sometimes, especially when her father yelled at me. He wasn't any better to (D/N). He constantly yelled at her and sometimes locked her in her room without giving her anything to eat. When the world ended, we secretly packed a few things before running away. Before that, however, I opened all the doors so that the walkers ate him. I could hear his screams and they still haunt me sometimes, to this day. (D/N) fell asleep after a while while I continued to stay awake, staring into space.

Tears streamed down my face as I had my hand over my mouth so as not to wake (D/N), or anyone else. It was only after several minutes that I calmed down so that I could at least get some sleep. The next morning my eyes were still slightly swollen and reddish from my tears, but I ignored it too. Since (D/N) was used to seeing my eyes like that, she didn't ask. But Lori and Carol noticed. They asked me if everything was okay, but I assured them that I was okay.

That same day, Glenn, Tdog, Andrea, Merle and Morales were sent out to look for new supplies. At least Merle was gone now for a few days, we could just ignore Daryl. (D/N) and I sat together and read a book together. She was getting better and better and I was happy to see that she was enjoying reading. Suddenly I heard someone walking towards us and I immediately looked around. Luckily for me, it was Daryl walking towards us.

I glared at him as he slowly walked towards us. He wanted to kneel down next to (D/N), but I immediately pulled my daughter away from him. "Hey, I didn't yell at yar lil one…" Daryl just grumbled, pissed off. "That's right, Mom…" (D/N) just murmured quietly. I sensed that she wanted to get off me, so I let her. (D/N) sat back down between Daryl and me and continued reading the book.

Daryl looked at her for a moment before raising his hand. (D/N) and I immediately jumped and I pressed her against me protectively. Daryl looked at us in shock for a moment before carefully lowering his hand and gently patting (D/N)'s head. (D/N) and I immediately relaxed again, while Daryl then looked at me quietly. "I wan´ the necklace back…" He then murmured quietly.

For a moment I didn't understand what he meant by that, before I carefully pulled out the necklace from (D/N) and gave it to him. "Thank´…" He just mumbled before he got up and went into the forest. "Why is Daryl so nice, Mom?" (D/N) asked me while stroking her head. "I don't know…" I just mumbled quietly as I watched him go.

We decided not to read any further, instead we went to Dale and she watched the birds with him. I went to Carol and Jacqui's, who were cooking something to eat for tonight. The others came back that same day, but without Merle.

But another man came along. He was wearing a police uniform and looked around uncertainly. But suddenly Carl screamed loudly and he ran towards the man, just like Lori. Carl kept shouting 'Dad!', so it was immediately clear to me who this man was.

I walked uncertainly towards Tdog, who looked at Glenn, who silenced the red car and got a lecture from Dale. "Where is Merle?" I asked. Tdog just looked at me uncertainly before explaining what had happened. Merle was chained to a roof because he wanted to attack Tdog and the others. But the key fell from the handcuffs and he couldn't pick them up.

"I didn't mean to…" Tdog muttered at the end. "It's all okay… Merle is… well, Merle… the only one who won't stay calm is Daryl…" I murmured quietly. Tdog nodded very tensely before I then went to (D/N). (D/N) didn't even ask about Merle, as if she didn't even know he was there. I told her to stay close to me tomorrow because I was afraid of how Daryl would react. You never knew, especially when it came to Merle. Daryl didn't come back until the next day.

Next Chapter!!!

[ermesskiss]

what music I think jjk adults would listen to

✧ ft: satoru, suguru, nanami, shoko, choso, higuruma, toji, sukuna, and kenjaku ✧ a/n: been thinking about this for a minute, and I decided to write out my opinions/hcs

jjk student version here + jjk character playlist works here

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✦ gojo

➥ Gojo is a very laid-back and fun guy, so I think he would listen to music that has that same energy

➥ He kinda reminds me of those moms who listen to the overplayed songs on the radio and always sing them, I don’t know to explain it, but that's him

➥ I think that he gets his song recs from his students in a attempt to bond with them

songs

♪ Heaven To Me: Tyler, The Creator ♪ Chanel: Frank Ocean ♪ Died and Came Back: Lil Uzi Vert ♪ Pop Style: Drake ♪ Wake Up in the Sky: Gucci Mane ft. Bruno Mars

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✦ geto

➥ I think Geto listens to a little bit of everything, alternative, rock, rap, R&B,  and hip-hop. I can’t really picture him strictly listening to rock and alt. It doesn’t feel right

➥ As Geto got older, I think his music taste changed. He still likes everything, but he leaned towards one genre rather than several

➥ When Mimi and Nana show Geto their favorite music, he adds the one he likes to his own playlist, and vice versa

songs

♪ Sextape: Deftones ♪ Passion Fruit: Drake ♪ Rental: Brockhampton ♪ 3005: Childish Gambino ♪ Even Flow: Pearl Jam

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✦ shoko

➥ I think the music that she listens to is very mellow and relaxing but might have some sad undertone to it from time to time

➥ She gives me older music vibes from the 70s to the 90s. Like Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, and Sade. I can’t see her listening to newer music

➥ I think she listens to more female artists than men; it’s not intentional. She does enjoy songs from men, but it’s a pattern. I also think that Shoko is a big fan of The Cranberries; I am a soul believer in this

songs

♪ Sunday: The Cranberries ♪ Bette Davis Eyes: Kim Carnes ♪ Fade Into You: Mazzy Star ♪ Landslide: Fleetwood Mac ♪ So Far Away: Carole King

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✦ nanami

➥ Student Nanami was emo, so he definitely listened to My Chemical Romance

➥ He started listening to more rock when he grew out of his emo phase. He prefers light rock rather than heavy

➥ When he gets sick of music, he puts on a podcast about business/the economy, or world events OR OR audiobooks

songs

♪ Helena: My Chemical Romance ♪ I Miss You: blink-182 ♪ Dust in the Wind: Kansas ♪ Dancing In the Dark: Bruce Springsteen ♪ Rocket Man: Elton John

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✦ choso

➥ He’s giving off rock and metal vibes, also like sub-genres of those

➥ His go-to music is rock, but I definitely think he listens to other music, something like R&B and hip-hop

➥ Like the great sibling, he is, he always gives Yuji the aux and listens to his song recs

songs

♪ Granite: Sleep Token ♪ Generation Dead: Five Finger Death Punch ♪ Enter Sandman: Metallica ♪ Chop Suey!: System Of A Down ♪ War Inside My Head: Suicidal Tendencies

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✦ higuruma

➥ Similar to Shoko, I think he also listens to older music rather than newer stuff, but it’s not because he doesn’t enjoy new music; he is just too busy and stressed to figure out what artist he likes and just stays to what he knows

➥ He’s a big Radiohead fan, and maybe The Smiths, too? Music that's kind of sad and angst, yk?

➥ Genre-wise, I think he would like a little of everything if he could sit down and enjoy music.

songs

♪ Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now: The Smiths ♪ Karama Police: Radiohead ♪ Wild Sex (In The Working Class): Oingo Boingo ♪ Eyes Without A Face: Billy Idol ♪ What’s Up?: 4 Non Blondes

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✦ toji

➥ Definitely listens to divorce dad music

➥ Drinks a nice cold beer while listening to Nickelback

➥ I think because Toji doesn't think highly of himself, I can see him listening to self-loathing music and music that relates to anger or internal turmoil

songs

♪ How You Remind Me: Nickelback ♪ Pancake Land: Element Eighty ♪ The Man Who Sold the World: Nirvana ♪ It’s Been Awhile: Stained ♪ Crawling: Linkin Park

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✦ sukuna

➥ So, at first, I was sure he would listen to heavy metal and rock because he has such an aggressive personality, but after I gave it some more thought canon, Sukuna would hate it. Music or noise that loud and obnoxious would annoy him.

➥ Acknowledging the fact that he was born in the Heian era and during that time, they listened to Gagaku (court music), which is either instrumental or vocal. It’s calming and relaxing in contrast to his persona

➥ Or he hates music altogether, idk; he's a grumpy old man. Everything pisses him off

songs

♪ Menace: Five Finger Death Punch ♪ Monster: Skillet ♪ Bullet With Butterfly Wings: The Smashing Pumpkins ♪ Push: Matchbox Twenty ♪ Geisha: Anthony Davilio

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✦ kenjaku

➥ Since he's over a thousand years old, imma say he has a very diverse taste of music and probably listens to a little bit of everything. If I were to choose what genre he likes most, I would say rock, both light and heavy

➥ Kenjaku enjoys listening to Marilyn Mason and Oingo Bingo. Marilyn Mason because he’s Marilyn Mason (derogatory) and Oingo Bingo because of their surrealist music, which I think Kenjaku would find them entertaining

➥ Listens to music that feeds into his delusions, motivating him to continue with his vision of the world he wants

songs

♪ Weird science: Oingo Boingo ♪ Aerials: System Of A Down ♪ Break My Stride: Matthew Wilder ♪ The Beautiful People: Marilyn Mason ♪ Everybody Wants To Rule The World: Tears For Fears

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✧ I currently have over 1.9k liked songs, so hopefully, there is enough diversity in songs and artists. i was going to do yuki, but it was stressing me out. Maybe in the future, I'll add hers. There is definitely more I wanted to add but my mind can only contain so many thoughts, unfortunately. ✧ Anyway, I want to hear other people's opinions and/or if people agree or disagree!!

[nattinatalia]

Jack and the reader getting matching pajamas for a family photoshoot with Jacks family (maybe early stages of their relationship.)

A/N : It was supposed to be something short and simple, but once I started I couldn’t stop and now well, see for yourself Lmao I took it places it shouldn’t have but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ enjoyyyy 💕

It was always nerve wracking meeting your significant other's families and close friends, but it was more nerve-wracking when you were going home with your significant other for the holidays. It’s more intimate and it makes you know this was the right path into being in a serious relationship.

You and Jack have been dating almost a year now, even though you had already met his parents, grandparents, his brother and his close friends- the one’s that matter that is- it was still worrisome because it wasn’t just any holiday, it was Christmas Eve and if this isn’t as serious as it gets, you don’t know what was.

“Baby, seriously, relax.” Jack rubs at your shoulders, “You’ve met them all before and they love you.”

You sigh, “I know but I've never done the whole family picture thing.” you lift the pants to show him, “Nor the matching pajamas.”

“It’s just a picture and clothes.” he shrugs.

You raise your eyebrows at him, “It’s not and you know it. Unless you do this yearly with every other girl you bring home.” You shrug “I’ve heard the stories, thank you Grams Harlow.”

Jack chuckles, “Look at you showing your jealous side, I like it.” you roll your eyes and swat his arm, “Nothing to worry about baby, I promise you it’s just my parents and Clay, but also remind me to have a word with my grandmother, she needs to be on my team and tell you how much of a good guy I am.”

You snort, “She loves me more.”

There’s a quick knock to Jack’s childhood bedroom door, “She’s right you know?” his grandma yells, “I’m team YN, and if you ever hurt her, I’ll hunt you down.”

Jack shakes his head, “I believe you grams.” he goes to open the door for his grandma.

“Good” she nods and faces you. “Come on, Maggie and I did something and we want to know what you think of it.”

“Grandma, you can’t steal my girlfriend from me.”

You smile and head towards her, “It’s okay, I’m stealing her from you.”

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Jack's mother and grandmother had made you hot chocolate, but just not any hot chocolate. It was your entire childhood, chocolate abuelita. They definitely made you feel all kinds of emotions since your grandmother would always make it for you during the cold weathers or the holidays.

“Is it good? Jackman called your grandma for us and she gave us some steps to follow.” Maggie asks you.

You blow on the mug, take a sip and sigh. “Oh yeah, this is definitely good.” You smile, “You ladies did a wonderful job.”

Making hot chocolate shouldn’t be a big deal to make right? Well in this case, not everyone makes their chocolate abuelita the same, some just add milk or water. But your grandma? She adds a whole lot of other things that make it one hundred times better.

“Alright.” Clay announces, “Let’s get this photoshoot out of the way.”

Maggie raises her eyebrows at her youngest “What’s the rush?”

“Jack wants to keep Y/N tradition of watching movies and playing board games. Apparently she does this with her siblings and parents.”

You blush and throw a glance to Jack, “We’re in your parents home, I have no problem doing things differently. Let’s have Christmas the Harlow’s way.”

Jack shakes his head “You’ll regret that.”

“JACKMAN.” Both his mom and grandmother yell.

You chuckle and take another sip of your hot chocolate.

Clay then whispers in your ear “We sing carols all night long, so let’s do Christmas your way.” He looks at you with a pleading look.

You shake your head, “We compromise.”

“Excellent idea.” Maggie says. “We’ll take the photos, then before each movie we sing our songs.”

Both Clay and Jack glare at you, “That sounds like a great idea.” You stand up and grab Jack’s hand, “Come on, let’s take these pictures.”

You guys spend over two hours taking pictures, only because Jack and Clay kept whining about their spots in each set.

Urban was getting annoyed, simply because he had his girlfriend- your best friend, waiting for him back at his apartment. He wanted out immediately and he kept throwing glances your way to help him out.

“Okay, I think we got plenty of pictures.” You say, “Urban has plans and we’re sort of keeping him from them.”

Maggie gasps, “Oh my, I’m sorry son, why didn’t you bring her with you?”

Jack, Clay and yourself chuckle while Urban goes red in the face “W-who?”

Maggie raises her eyebrows, “You think I don’t know all about you and miss trouble maker? Y/N’s best friend?”

Urban scratches his neck “I- I didn’t think I could bring her over.”

“URBAN WYATT.” Jack’s grandmother snaps, “How long have we known you? Aht, don’t answer that, you bring over whoever is keeping you company. You are family end of the story.”

“Yes ma’am”

You smile and feel a tug to your hand. You look to your left and notice Jack is pointing to the hallway.

You follow him quickly “Jack, we’re not having sex while your family is out there getting ready to sing Christmas songs.”

Jack chuckles, “That’s later tonight baby.” He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you in close, giving you a few pecks.

You look up at him, feel him getting hot and fidgeting. “What’s going on?”

“I have a surprise for you, but I don’t know how you’ll react.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Okay?”

“This is our first Christmas together.” He starts.

“Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath, “I love you, there’s no denying that.”

You smile, “I love you too.”

“But-“

You cut him off immediately “But? But what?What’s going on right now?” You push back and lean against the wall.

Jack goes wide eyed “Babe no.” He goes up to you. “This isn’t a breakup speech.”

“Can you just tell me then?”

“You told me you always spent Christmas with your family, even with your busy schedule, you would make time to go be with them.” He says.

You nod, letting him continue “So if this relationship is going to work, we both have to put one hundred. I don’t like the fifty-fifty, it’s all in or nothing. So, I called your brothers and they immediately said yes.”

You start getting emotional, “Y-yes to what?”

He smiles “We’re spending Christmas Eve here, and tomorrow morning we’re going to your family. I know for you it’s traditional to celebrate on the 24th but since we’re here, I couldn’t change it last minute.”

“Babe.” You whisper and shake your head. “What about your family?”

“They understand and it was actually moms idea. I couldn’t keep you away from your siblings. I know how much they mean to you.”

You jump on him immediately and start peppering him with kisses. “Wait.”

“What?” He laughs.

“You’re going to spend Christmas with my family?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“We’re going to them?”

He chuckles “Yes.”

“Sooo, you’re going to Mexico with me to be with my family-my entire family?”

“Uhh, yes?”

You chuckle “Oh they are going to eat you alive gringo.”

“Wait what? I’ve met your dad and brothers.” He asks, confused.

You nod, “Yeah but all my tíos and cousins will be there. You’re meeting the entire family.”

“N-nooo, your brothers didn’t mention any of that.”

You smile, “Baby, we’re Mexican, there’s a tío and cousin in each corner. Plus, the 25th is usually a recalentado and drinking, so my entire family will definitely be there. This is why I make sure I’m there on the 24th, only spend it with my parents and siblings.”

Jack nods, takes a deep breath “I can handle that.”

“Are you sure? We can back out.”

He shakes his head “We’re going, plus, I need to meet all of your family if I plan on marrying you one day.”

“I- you can’t say things like that and not mean it.” You glare at him and start walking back to the living room.

“I do mean it.” He stops you at the entrance of the hallway, “I promise you, I’m going to make you my wife one day and then we’ll have mini versions of us running around the house wanting to bake cookies and cakes because you make the best desserts ever.”

You let the tears flow, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“It’s a promise, now look up.” He says, and you notice the mistletoe hanging there. “Give your future husband and baby daddy a kiss.”

You chuckle and do just that.

It wasn’t an easy road, but Jack definitely kept his promise and you were the happiest person on planet earth.

******

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C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Up to snow good! 🎄 | Christmas Special

Pairing | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

Word count | 4.5K

Summary | This year, you're spending Christmas at Howard and Maria's house, and it is bound to be a Christmas you'll never forget. From unexpected guests to snowball fights, and from some spicy moments to cuddles with your Munchkins, it'll have everything and more you could (or couldn't) want out of a Christmas at your in-laws.

Rating | Teen (T)

Warning(s) | Established relationship ~ Husband/Wife, use of nicknames ~ Sunshine, Love/My Love, Little One, Munchkins, references to breastfeeding

A/n | I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas this year, and I will celebrate it by gifting you all this gift in the form of Young!Tony and his family. This fic is dedicated to my best friend @ccbsrmsf1! Carol, I want to sincerely thank you for everything you have done in the lead-up to not only this fic, but everything else you do for me and my blog! I love you 3000 ❤️

Events Masterlist | ''You're my one-in-a-lifetime-person | @marvel-smash-bingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 2

It's the day before Christmas, and outside is a layer of snow that has fallen overnight, transforming the surroundings of your house into a true winter wonderland. The sun shines through the window, casting a golden hue over the entire room, Tony and yourself. He has pulled you against him for much-needed cuddles and soft kisses in the morning, his favorite way to wake up.

"You're beautiful this morning, Sunshine. Even more than usual," Tony whispers between soft kisses peppered over your cheek and jaw, his hand gliding over your waist and hip before softly caressing the big scar on your tummy. It will always be a reminder of one of the scariest yet happiest moments of your life: the emergency c-section that brought your beautiful son Paxton into this world. He also lets his fingers glide over the tattoo on your thigh with all the names of your little family: Tony, Hudson, Orion, and Paxton, surrounded by beautiful flowers. It's one of his favorite pieces that you have on your body, and he can spend hours telling you what he loves about every tattoo that found its home on your skin.

Your hand is threaded in his long locks, gliding through the silky strands as your fingernails rub softly over his scalp, making him feel utterly relaxed. Mornings like these are a godsend, and you are eternally grateful for every morning you wake up next to one another.

"I may be beautiful, but you're my one-in-a-lifetime person, Tony. I'm so grateful to have had the privilege of falling in love with you and building this amazing life with you," you tell him, and you see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Those deep, dark brown eyes always look at you with pure adoration. The eyes that always look at your kids with proudness and a love that goes deeper than any other love you will ever know. The eyes that have you falling in love with him every single day, again and again, day in and day out. You can always get lost in his deep, dark brown eyes.

"I love you so much, Sunshine." "I love you too, My Love," you tell him as you wipe his tears away, followed by a small, lingering kiss on his forehead before he pulls you impossibly closer. His nose buried in your neck as he let out a deep sigh, melting into your embrace.

No words are shared between you for a while, and it's okay. Tony's hand is rubbing circles over your lower back while your fingers are scratching his scalp softly again until it's finally time to get up and get started with the day. Tony wiggles out of your grasp before giving one more kiss and getting up to get your youngest son, Paxton, for his morning breastfeeding.

"I'll be right back, Sunshine; you can just stay in bed for a little longer," he says before he gets up, and since he's only in a pair of boxer briefs, you can't help but look at him in all his glory. Broad shoulders, a small waist, a plump, round butt, and legs for miles. When he turns around, you can see every ridge and muscle of his chest and abdomen and your not-so-secret favorite part, his delicious and prominent bulge in his underwear. You're very thankful he's been attending the gym for an upcoming movie.

"Don't drool too much, Sunshine, or you'll get dehydrated," he says with a wink after he puts on his glasses and runs a hand through his messy hair. He bends over to put on a pair of sweatpants, and after, he walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to squeeze your thighs together for just the slightest bit of friction and relief. You sit up against the headboard to get comfortable and ready for the alone time with your son.

Meanwhile, Tony finds a sleepy but happy Paxton in the other room, who is always excited to see his Dad. Even though Hudson and Orion have a clear preference over who their favorite parent is, Paxton has no preference and will always be equally happy to see you both.

"Good morning, Little One! How did you sleep?" Tony asks with a big smile as his son happily swings his arms at the sight of his Dad. A big smile is on his face when Tony reaches into the crib to get him out for some cuddles.

"Look at you, you're growing up so fast! Before we know it, you will be just as big as your brother and sister," he says as he places some big kisses on Paxton's cheek, making him giggle uncontrollably, which you can hear in the main bedroom.

"Alright, let's take you to Mommy so you can have breakfast; how does that sound? Are you excited for cuddles with Mommy?" and with another happy wiggle, Tony takes him to you, his happy noises carrying through the hall and over to the bedroom, making you smile widely at the sounds.

"Look who's here?! It's Mommy!" Tony says excitedly as he hops Paxton carefully up and down on his hip. As he walks through the door, the smile you have is only growing wider. Paxton is already a morning person; you will never get enough of his antics. His enthusiasm is infectious and never fails to seep into every fiber of your being.

"Hi, Little One! Did you have a good sleep last night? You're such a big boy now that you're sleeping in your room," you tell him as Tony hands him to you, and you hold Paxton close for some cuddles, too. It's your standard routine in the morning: first, some cuddles as you're both waking up, and after about 5-10 minutes, it's time for his breakfast, though sometimes you skip the cuddles if you're very uncomfortable from the night before.

He doesn't always seem to drink as much each time, so it's always a surprise how he will do it, but lately, he has been drinking a lot, and he is growing rapidly as a result. Not just in height, but he's also getting a lot chubbier as time passes.

Paxton has his arms wrapped around your neck as he cuddles you, and Tony gives one last kiss to both of you before getting the twins out of bed and ready for breakfast. Paxton latches on this morning without a problem, and you get to read a bit while he has breakfast. It's some simple quality time, but you will cherish it for as long as it will last because you won't have moments like these for much longer.

"How are my two favorite Munchkins doing this morning?" Tony asks as he swings the door to their shared bedroom open. They're already awake and playing with their stuffed animals together.

"We're good, Daddy; we're playing Doctor with our stuffed animals," Hudson tells him as he rubs some sleep out of his eye. Tony sits down on the bed next to them, and they both crawl onto his lap for their daily session of cuddles in the morning, and he peppers both their heads with a generous amount of kisses.

"Shall we get ready to go to Grampa and Glamma?" After a few minutes, he asks, albeit reluctantly; they pull themselves away from Tony to get themselves dressed, and he lets them do their thing as he is going to get ready, too.

When he walks into the bedroom, you look up at him with a small smile and push your glasses back to the top of your nose as they tend to slide down while reading. Paxton is still having his breakfast when Tony bends over to capture your lips with his, biting your bottom lip playfully before pulling away, leaving you wanting more.

"You shouldn't tease your breastfeeding wife like that, My Love; it's not fair," you say with a slight pout, and Tony chuckles before he kisses it away and walks over to the walk-in closet to find his outfit for the day. He's opting for a simple outfit since you'll spend a lot of time in the car, first to drive to Howard and Maria's house, and after you have dropped off the kids, it will be time to pick up your Mom and her boyfriend, Jackson.

Paxton appears to have impeccable timing today because as soon as Tony is dressed and ready to go, he is done with his breakfast, and you're burping him before he can change his outfit. When that's done, Tony is taking him for his change, and it's time for you to shower and get dressed. You wear a comfy outfit, your hair loose around your shoulders, and your glasses to finish it off.

''Oh wow, look at you this morning! You look gorgeous,'' he says before pulling you in for a kiss, which you happily reciprocate. Not long after, everything is ready to go, and you're on your way to Tony's parents, where you will be staying for the next two weeks. The drive is longer than usual with all the snow outside, but the kids are kept busy in the backseat, and Tony's hand is lying on your thigh as you read some more. You've found a thrilling book and are looking forward to finishing it.

''Alright! Who's ready to see Grampa and Glamma?!'' Tony asks excitedly as he turns into the driveway of their house, and the twins cheer excitedly. Paxton coos in excitement, even though he doesn't know what's happening. You can't help but chuckle at their happiness, and when the house comes into view, you instantly feel like you're coming home. They have taken you in as their daughter from the moment you met them, and you wouldn't have been where you are today without their support. You are nothing short of grateful for it.

''It's nice to get the blood flowing in my legs again! I love to be here, but I honestly wish they lived much closer,'' you tell Tony. Your leg had fallen asleep several times, and no matter what you did, you couldn't prevent it from happening repeatedly. The snow sounds crispy under your boots, and the endorphins flow rapidly, especially when you see the twins run through it before throwing snowballs at one another.

Maria hugs everyone as soon as everyone is inside, but she hugs you a little longer each time. You have spent many nights discussing motherhood and how difficult it can be, especially while your Mom lives in California. Each time she sees you, she hugs you for a few more seconds, gives you an extra reassuring squeeze, or gives you a small to let you know everything will be okay. You love her like you love your own Mom, and even though she will never replace her, you treat her like she very well could be.

''How're you doing, Sweetheart? Especially seeing what happened last year,'' she says, referencing the fact you were about to go into labor around this time but eventually had to have the c-section.

''It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but Tony is taking excellent care of me, and all three of the Munchkins are keeping me busy too, so I have enough distractions,'' you say with a smile and a chuckle. You love them to bits, but they can sometimes be a handful or two. It's a good thing you have someone like Tony as your husband because he's willing and able to help you whenever and with whatever you need at any given time.

''Are you ready to pick up your Mom and Jackson, Sunshine? The twins are playing hide and seek with Dad, and I just put Paxton down for a nap; he was almost sleeping in the car, so I figured I'd put him down for an extra one today,'' he tells you before standing next to you and pulling you close by your waist. A tender kiss is placed on your temple as you nod, letting him know you're ready to go.

After you let your Mom and Dad know you were pregnant with your little twins, Hudson and Orion, your parents have practically no contact with you. Not that your Mom wanted that, but because your Dad thought it was very stupid of you to be pregnant at such a young age and while you're still in college as well.

You did not know that Tony contacted Virginia to let her know how the pregnancy was progressing. It was about three months before you gave birth that she finally got the courage to leave her husband and start over again. She has always kept in close contact with Tony, and when you were nearing your due date, Virginia flew to New York to be close.

After the divorce, she was alone for nearly five years until she met her new colleague at work, Jackson. They hit it off instantly and were practically inseparable from day one. When they eventually started dating, you were over the moon and couldn't be happier for her.

Today will be the first time everyone will meet Jackson, and even though you've seen him and talked to him on video calls countless times, it's still a big hurdle for you to overcome. He's the complete opposite of your Dad, and even though that does reassure you a lot, you're still nervous, and Tony can pick up on that.

''Everything will be fine, Sunshine. I'm with you the entire time,'' he says as he rubs your thigh with his thumb, effectively calming you down. The drive to the airport is long, but with each mile, you're getting closer, and you're also getting increasingly anxious and nervous.

There's so much Tony wants to do and say, but he knows all he can do is be there by your side. It pains him to see you like this, but you have gone through much worse and come out stronger on the other side, so this won't be any different. When you arrive at the airport, Tony can find a parking spot close to the entrance, and now it's all about playing the waiting game.

''Can we get a pastry and some tea before we head to the pick-up terminal? I'm feeling a little nauseous, so I hope it'll help the feeling go away,'' you ask him, and that's precisely what you do. You have opted for a simple but delicious-looking croissant and your favorite tea while Tony sips some black coffee. You still don't know how he can stomach that stuff, but as long as he likes it, you will let him do his thing.

Between small bites of the pastry and even smaller sips of tea, you're starting to feel a little better, and the color that had previously almost disappeared from your face is slowly returning, the healthy flush on your cheeks making Tony feel better, too. He's always worried about you, but this eases his worry and makes him more relaxed.

''You're doing better already, aren't you?'' he asks between the sips of coffee, and you nod as you start to feel like yourself again. The feeling of a stone in your stomach has lifted, and even though you're still nervous, you're doing much better than before.

Before you know it, it's time to head to the pick-up terminal, and your gaze is fixed tightly on the sliding doors. Tony is standing behind you as he pulls you close to him, his hands resting on your hips while yours are in your pockets to stop you from fidgeting too much. Your eyes are trained on the glass doors, and as soon as you see your Mom, Tony lets you go, and you fling yourself into her arms while sobs leave your chest.

''Oh, Buttercup, everything's okay! We're here, Sweetheart,'' she says, rubbing her hands over your back to calm you down. While you and your Mom are having your moment, Jackson has made his way over to Tony to introduce himself, and the two men are already starting to get to know each other a little.

''Hey, it's so good to meet you. I'm Jackson, Virginia's boyfriend,'' he says with an outstretched hand, which Tony takes in his, and they share a firm handshake as he introduces himself as your husband, and he can't help but let the warm feeling envelop his chest as he talks about himself that way.

Once it's finally time to head back to Howard and Maria's house, you're in the backseat catching up with your Mom, and Jackson has taken the passenger seat next to Tony. They're already talking about everything, nothing like the two have known each other for years.

It didn't take long for the twins to warm up to him, and eventually, they managed to drag him outside and into a snowball fight, which everyone joined except for you. Paxton was just about to have his second feeding of the day, so you opted to sit in a rocking chair in front of the window to oversee everything and still enjoy what was going on.

Tony constantly glanced your way and even shot you a wink, making you melt. Eventually, he came in to check up on you and prepare the soup for dinner.

''How're my beautiful wife and adorable son doing?'' he asks as he's crouching next to you, his thumb rubbing softly over Paxton's head as he looks at both of you with pure adoration.

''We're doing great, and I'm pleased the twins are getting along with Jackson. He's so sweet with them; it's honestly like they're his grandkids,'' you say as you look at how he interacts with them now that they're both hanging on one of his legs. Tony agrees before getting the dinner ready for everyone, and the rest of the evening is spent eating dinner, cuddling on the couch while watching Christmas movies, and drinking hot chocolate.

The following day couldn't arrive quickly enough for your liking because it's officially your son Paxton's first birthday. You and Tony started the morning off in each other's arms and between your thighs while sharing memories of your son and thinking about how they always grow up so fast.

''Are you getting the birthday boy out of bed or-'' but before you could even finish your sentence, you could hear Maria over the baby monitor. You should have known she would be the one to wake him up on his birthday, and you shake your head as a chuckle escapes.

''We should have known,'' you say as you glide out of bed before putting on a pair of panties and one of Tony's shirts. He has worn it recently, so his scent is still heavily embedded into the fabric, and you feel happy as the soft fabric envelops your body. You put on your glasses and go over to his room, too, already hearing his happy babbling on the other side of the hallway.

''Good morning, Birthday Boy!'' you say excitedly as you walk in, and Maria is dancing with him as she softly sings for him. He's laughing and babbling excitedly, and when you walk into the room, you take him from Maria's arms for some much-needed cuddles. You sit down in the big armchair in the corner to be comfortable while you feed him, and that's when Maria is going to finish the cake and prepare breakfast for everyone.

By the time you're finally going downstairs after feeding and changing Paxton before getting changed yourself, everyone is already having breakfast. When you're about to pull back a chair to sit down, Tony pulls you onto his lap instead.

''It may be Paxton's birthday today, but I am going to take extra good care of you today too, Sunshine,'' he says before popping a juicy strawberry in your mouth, and you let yourself happily melt into his embrace. He feeds you your breakfast, and no one even bats an eye at the sight; they're used to both of you being practically conjoined at the hip.

''I love you so much, and thank you for thinking of me as well today,'' you whisper as your head is on his shoulder. He turns his head to brush his lips over your forehead lovingly.

The celebration is, of course, entirely over the top because Maria can never do anything halfway, and when it's time for Paxton to do his cake smash, you can't help but tear up at the sight. There's a number one written on the cake with icing, and that's when you realize your youngest son is finally one year old and growing up far quicker than you'd like him to. A tight feeling in your chest clutches you onto Tony, who pulls you tighter against him.

Before you know it, the cake is smashed, and everyone has a piece of it, which everyone happily gobbles up, though Tony can't resist feeding you. He has always enjoyed caring for you in every way imaginable, and this isn't an exception. He's ensuring that even though today is all about your son, no one forgets the tough time you've gone through.

After this, it's time for more Christmas movies, and Tony has situated himself in one of the corners of the couch so that he can stretch his legs out in front of him, ready for you to sit on his lap to get some cuddles in. His hands are splayed out over your stomach under your shirt, and his thumbs are softly rubbing over the scar. It has always been your biggest insecurity, but you have learned that you don't need to hide it from anyone over time.

''You're magnificent, Sunshine, the scar on your belly doesn't suddenly make that go away,'' is just one of the things Tony tells you daily, and over time, you have started to appreciate his words and the scar adorning your body. It has become just as big a part of your body as every one of your tattoos, and there are many of them.

After a little while of sitting like this, you even fall asleep, which is more than welcome since you had an awful night. You had a terrible nightmare that kept reoccurring every once in a while, and you sat up straight with a scream, and Tony was instantly there to calm you down and ground you.

''Hey, it's okay, Sunshine, nothing will happen to you. I'm here with you,'' he whispers as he grabs your hands, squeezing them reassuringly to show you that it's not real and that he's there with you now. You managed to have a dreamless sleep after that, but you didn't have many more hours of it, so you're glad to be able to take a nap in the safety of your husband's arms.

Once dinner time rolls around, you're already awake, and you have helped Maria out in the kitchen with your Mom, making it a lovely afternoon with the girls while Tony, Howard, and Jackson are having some alone time with all three of the kids. Tony is feeding Paxton a bottle this time while Hudson is playing with Jackson, and Orion is busy teaching Howard a trick she learned at school.

''Is everyone ready for dinner?'' you eventually ask, and everyone almost runs to the table as they're drooling over everything the three of you have made. The entire table is filled with delicious food, from homemade bread to different varieties of meat and salads, but before everyone can start, you want to give a small speech.

''Before we all eat this delicious food, I want to tell you all how thankful I am for all of you. Hudson and Orion, you are the two best twins I could have ever wished for, and you make each day just a little brighter with your happiness. I love you both with all my heart. Paxton, the little birthday boy, you're the light of my life, and I can't believe we've gotten so lucky to have you as our son, though you can stop growing up now!'' you say, and everyone bursts out into laughter at this.

''Mom and Jackson, thank you both for being here for me no matter what. I know it's not easy to live on the other side of the country, but seeing you two find love after everything you have both gone through has me believing in true love and soulmates. I found mine a long time ago, and I want both of you to know how proud and happy I am for you two to find your way to one another finally, and I can't wait to see what your future holds.''

''Now, it's time for the people who took me in like their daughter: Howard and Maria. From the moment I set foot into this house, you have welcomed me with open arms, and there aren't enough words in the universe to express my gratitude. Life may not have been easy for any of us, but I do know that without your love and support, none of us would have been where we are today. So thank you, and I love you both deeply.''

Then it's time for the last person, your husband Tony, the man you love more than anyone in the entire universe.

''My Love, my rock, my dearest husband, I want to start by saying how much I love you. You have shown me what true love is after everything that happened to me, and for that, I cannot thank you enough. You have helped me learn to love myself again and to be proud of myself and what I do. You have helped me to rediscover myself, and I am so happy to have done that with you by my side,'' you say as you start to tear up a little.

''From the moment we first kissed during the spring dance, I knew we were destined for each other, and my god, I'm so glad to have found you. I get to kiss those lips every day and look into those eyes as well. You're the love of my life, my soulmate, you're my lobster!'' you say as you wipe your tears away, and everyone laughs at the FRIENDS reference you just made.

''Thank you for all the beautiful moments we have had together and for being by my side during the not-so-beautiful moments. I couldn't have gotten through them without you, and I love you, Tony. I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us, but I'm willing to find out with you by my side. I love you, and I can't wait to grow old with you,'' you finish and he gets up to capture your lips with his, leaving you breathless.

''I love you so much, Sunshine; thank you for being the best wife, mother, and best friend I could ever wish for,'' Tony says, and after a few more kisses, it is finally time to eat dinner, surrounded by the people you love most.

Christmas has turned into your favorite time of the year, and it's all thanks to the people around you. What you don't know, however, is that your favorite holiday might quickly be replaced by another one that will be unforgettable.

To be continued...

[madamevirgo]

Hi! This might sound really… outlandish, but I have been thinking about Thena using her cosmic energy in bed ;) Could you write a jealousy/ angst smut fic with Thena x reader , please?

Fireworks

Pairing: Thena x (f!)reader

Words: 2443

Warnings: (bad) smut, top Thena, jealousy, public sex, bit of angst, so much cheesiness I might puke, don’t read if you’re a minor but I’m not your mom so do what you want.

A/N: Tis I! Madame Ghosts Virgo coming to you with my first post in months (?) life has gotten insane. College, work, whoever decided we had to actually do something for a living? Got sick, got sick again, and as I was laying in my sick bed (let me tell you, the flu decided to remind us that she was indeed THAT bitch) my mind came up with the most horrifying car sex scenario and I remembered this request and kinda ran with it? (@poeticgal5 I’m so sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but thanks for the inspo). It is 2:42am so even though I reread myself like a million times, you might find some mistakes. Also, welcome to my first public smut. Okay horn-dogs, enjoy.

The Eternals through the years had learned to fit in. They molded and changed as was asked of them by the times. Even Gilgamesh, in his own peculiar way, adapted to the years. They all did, with the exception of Thena. Blame it on Mahd Wy’ry or her stubbornness to let go of a time where human connection was valued above all; she simply refused to immerse herself in today's world more than necessary.

Then came you. Innocent in a way but with eyes full of pain and trauma. You were determined to have her experience all the joys that this world had to offer. Not that you had much experience with them yourself. A Black Widow since birth, born and raised in the Red Room, you knew nothing but darkness. You craved some light, maybe that’s why you latched onto Thena the moment you met her. She shone bright, literally and figuratively.

Since the moment you met her, you had only one goal: experience all the joys in the world with who turned out to be the love of your life.

It wasn’t an easy task. Thena was stubborn (and scary), but you were persistent and perhaps even more stubborn. A trait you’ve always paid heavily for in the Red Room.

So you didn’t let her disinterest affect you. You’ll admit that her initial harsh words gave you a pause and stung your heart a bit, but you didn’t let that stop you. Soon, she started to give in.

Thena would never admit it, but she enjoyed experiencing life with you. Although she always did so with an air of disgust and boredom, behind each sarcastic and sassy comment could be found appreciation.

Appreciation for you, and surprisingly: life.

With the holidays, came new experiences. Tons of endless new experiences. Every year, it was something. One year it was baking, another it was skiing, another it was carolling (which she learned had nothing to do with the movie with that blonde actress with the fur coat). This year, it was a New Year’s Eve party.

Of course, Kingo had been the one to come up with the idea.

Of course, you’d been more than happy to jump at the opportunity to experience something new. As always.

Of course, Thena had agreed to it in the end. As always.

Because you could show her everything there was to see in every universe, but nothing would top the joy she felt seeing a smile light up your face.

So she helped plan, she got dressed, and she made nice with the people. Even those who insisted on calling her ‘Athena’.

All in all, things were going as well as they could go given that you hadn’t been paying attention to her all evening since you’d been running around playing the perfect hostess. Things got significantly worse when some leggy blonde started following you everywhere and making you laugh.

She tried to keep her cool because if she didn’t, things would get bad and she didn’t want to ruin this night for you. But the way this girl kept touching you was testing her control. She must’ve zoned out for a second because she suddenly felt a hand on her arm. Of course, she’d recognize your touch no matter what state she was in.

“Come with me?” You asked once her eyes met yours. And she nodded. Being with you was one of the greatest joys of her life.

You dragged the blonde goddess out and into the garage, and soon enough, you were driving away from the loudness of the house. Thena had not yet been able to grasp the concept of driving. She said it confused her. You suspected that she liked being a passenger princess.

“Where are we going?” She asked as it seemed like you were getting further away from the house, and into a road she’d never taken before.

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.” You said with a smile in her direction.

Soon enough, you pulled up to a cliff that overlooked the city. The view was magnificent and the air pristine.

“If you’re planning on going sky diving, let me stop you right now. My healing abilities don’t extend to others and I don’t fancy burying my girlfriend.” She said as she gripped your wrist to stop you from getting out of the car.

“I’ve jumped out of a plane before - without a parachute, might I add.” You said with a frown.

“Yes, I know, you’re a big bad Black Widow. I don’t care. Once was already too much. I’m so glad you know how gravity works.” she insisted, making you roll your eyes.

“It was more than once.” You mumbled. Which only made her deadpan. “Would you just let us get out of the car? I’m trying to be romantic.” You finally snapped a bit. After a few seconds, she relented and you stepped out of the véhicule, breathing in the fresh air.

You glanced at Thena and saw her with her eyes closed. Taking it in. She always felt best when she was surrounded by nature. You leaned against the hood of the car and watched her for a few moments. She was majestic. A fact that you knew, but never ceased to leave you in awe.

“You wanna talk about what made you almost have an episode?” You finally asked.

“I’m surprised you even noticed.” And although she didn’t open her eyes, you could sense the storm behind them.

You leaned forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her into you. Both of you, leaning on the car for support.

“What could possibly stop me from noticing you, my love?” You wracked your brain trying to find what she was talking about, coming up blank.

“That leggy blonde, she was all over you.” Whispered your girlfriend, not meeting your eyes. It finally clicked.

“Thena, are you jealous?” That was a first.

Thena and you had experienced many emotions, jealousy had never been one of them. It had to be noted that you never really interacted outside of your small circle of comfort and they all were respectful of your relationship or too afraid of Thena to try anything. So this was definitely new. Your heart filled with warmth at another manifestation of Thena’s love for you. You grabbed her chin and gently made her face you.

“Nobody has my attention but you. Although my eyes may not always reside on you, my mind and heart always do. Worry not my love, for me, there’s no one else but you.” And you sealed that promise with a kiss.

“Cheesy,” said the goddess as you pulled away, but the bright smile on her face showed her true sentiment even as she rolled her eyes.

“Only for you.” And you added a cheeky wink.

“Is there a particular reason why you’ve brought us up here? Or did you just want to get me away so I wouldn’t lose control around the humans?” She asked once you both settled down.

“This is the best place to see fireworks in the whole city. Another joy for us to experience. You know, other than the ones caused by bombs or actual explosions.”

“You do know I’ve seen my fair share of fireworks, right? During our time in Babylon, Sprite would create some pretty phenomenal ones. Nothing has compared ever since.” At times, you would catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes as she reminisced about the past.

In this instance, you couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected. She must have seen the look on your face because she amended quickly.

“But this one will be even more special and incomparable because I’ll be sharing it with you.” She caressed your cheek with her hand, and you reached up to grab it in your hands.

“I’m sure.” And you knew that the smile you gave her wasn’t convincing, perhaps to someone less versed in the subject that was you; but not to Thena.

With a sigh, you lay down and pulled her next to you, on the hood of the car. It occurred to you that you should have grabbed a blanket for comfort. You suddenly worried that her back would hurt. This whole experience was turning out to be the opposite of what you had hoped it would be.

“We should head back. The others will be wondering where we are.” Before you could fully get up, she grabbed your hand, making you look down at her.

“I’m sure they’ll manage. Besides, I thought you wanted to see the fireworks.”

“I just realized that we came a bit too early and I forgot to bring blankets. I don’t think the hood of the car will be comfortable for long.” You wanted to cry. Like everything you planned for Thena, you wanted tonight to be perfect. It was, however proving to be an utter failure.

“I’m very comfortable, but if you’re not, we can go. Although I was hoping to have you experience something new, and you’ve set the scene for it so beautifully.” She got up and before you knew it she was standing next to the passenger’s door. The glint in her eyes told you she was up to no good, and the shiver that ran up down your spine told you you’d love every second of it.

“I’m sure they can go without us for a little bit longer.” You whispered as she slowly approached you, like a hunter creeping on its prey.

“Uh huh.” She wrapped her arms around you and claimed your lips with hers.

If it wasn’t for the car, your legs would have given out. Every time she kissed you, you turned to mush; but there was something in her energy tonight that was different.

“I have so much energy pant up from not killing that leggy blonde. I think it could be better invested in you. Don’t you agree?” She pulled back from whispering in your ear to bite the lobe and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage to say as you wrapped your arms around her to steady yourself.

This seemed to be all the answer she needed before letting loose. She pushed you down on the hood of the car and the telltale gold of her powers that occurred when she was manipulating cosmic energy appeared at each one of your wrists, restraining you to the car.

“I don’t know who will enjoy this more. What I know for certain is that neither she nor anyone will ever be able to make you feel as good as I’m about to make you feel.” If that was her certainty, yours was that your pussy was currently the Nile river.

She rolled up your shirt over your head and locked your lips in a searing kiss that made your head spin from lack of oxygen; before slowly, tortuously kissing her way to your boobs. Neither of them was left without attention. She was sucking and biting on one while squeezing and palming the other with her hand, making your back arch in pleasure.

Thankfully, you could feel that she wasn’t in a teasing mood tonight. Right when you thought it couldn’t get any better, she started sending bursts of cosmic energy into your body with each bite and pinch.

You were suddenly grateful that you had driven you both up here so no one could hear the noises you let out.

“Thena, please. More.” The way you were doing your absolute best to trap her between your legs told her exactly where you needed her.

She removed her mouth from your boob and continued trailing kisses until she reached the gates of absolute pleasure. One kiss, two. It was like a silent prayer that she sent to the universe; thanking it for the feast she was about to taste.

Then she dived in and you could have come right then. You let out a loud moan and the hand that had been left on your other boob disappeared before two fingers were shoved in your mouth for you to suck on.

Again and again and again she cherished your clitoris, drinking you up like the last glass of water on earth. Her powers had always intrigued you. The beauty of it all. But the way she was using it to pleasure you right now? You would’ve given what you didn’t have to keep this feeling from ever ending.

And then she stopped. You were quick to open your eyes with a glare. How dare she deny you such pleasure? Of such a euphoric feeling? It was yours to take and hers to give.

“Relax, my love,” she pressed a kiss to your lips and then your cheek, making your gaze soften. “I’m not quite done with you yet.” And then she pushed into you.

Thena and you had used a strap more than once, but never one made from cosmic energy. It was almost alive; an extension of her, pulsating inside of you and that energy was spreading in your insides. It was pleasure like you’ve never experienced, and it felt almost sinful not to die immediately after.

“Fuck, right there Thena. Rig-” you couldn’t breathe, in the most fabulous way. It was like breathing, speaking, would take away from your experience of this feeling, this moment. You couldn’t have that.

Thena was a dancer, graceful yet impactful in her movements. They were precise and direct and carried everything that couldn’t be said. You saw it in her fighting style, and you felt it in the way she was fucking you.

“I love you”

“We are now one.”

“I love you.”

“You are an extension of me.”

It almost felt like she was speaking all these thoughts directly in your head. You honestly didn’t want to think about the probability of that. Mostly because you reached your peak and as you came undone and felt warmth unleash inside of you, you had to open your eyes to make sure you weren’t going crazy when you heard fireworks above you.

“Happy New Year,” said your blonde girlfriend, as she tried to catch her breath.

“The happiest.” You mumbled as you pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

You could have fallen asleep right there, consequences be damned. And you would’ve if it wasn’t for Thena speaking.

“I think we dented your car.” She mumbled.

“That’s okay. It’s one of Kingo’s.” You mumbled right back.

You would get up eventually. But for now, you wanted to enjoy this new bond that had been formed between you two.

[bradshawsbaby]

Could you do a Drabble where Mrs. Bradshaw gets tired and frustrated about picking up Bradley's boots/shoes?? She could be pregnant if you want. I feel like he would leave them all over the place all the time😂 also love your writing!!

(Thank you so much! 🥰 Hope you like this!)

Your husband was the absolute best of men, there was no doubt about it. But even the best of men had their occasional flaws.

In all the time you’d known him, you’d come to learn that one of Bradley Bradshaw’s biggest flaws was his absolute inability to leave his shoes anywhere other than the middle of the floor. No matter how many times you picked them up and moved them, or gently reminded him about the shoe rack near the front door, or kindly asked him to be mindful of where he left them, you would inevitably find yourself tripping over them in the dark or spotting them in the middle of the floor while running errands.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he would always say when he caught you huffing in irritation and moving them out of the way once more. You knew he meant it, too. He wasn’t trying to upset you or purposely make a mess. It was just a bad habit. “My mom used to yell at me about it all the time,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

You always knew you and Carole would have gotten along.

It was such a small thing that you tried not to let it bother you, especially since Bradley was always so genuinely contrite, but sometimes it really did drive you insane.

“He’s one of the smartest guys I know,” you’d complained to Penny one night after a few too many glasses of wine. “How hard is it to remember to not leave your shoes in the middle of the floor?”

Penny had just laughed, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, I spent many years asking very similar questions about Pete. And after all this time, I can tell you the honest truth that the guy you love is always going to drive you just a little bit crazy.”

You’d smiled ruefully at that. “I know it’s such a silly thing to complain about. He really is the best.”

And for the most part, on most days, you really were able to overlook this one tiny little flaw in your beloved husband. But over the past few weeks, as your first pregnancy was progressing and throwing all your hormones out of whack, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated every time you stumbled upon Bradley’s work boots or sneakers lying in the middle of the floor.

Today, after dealing with a tough bout of morning sickness earlier in the day and just general fatigue, you finally reached your breaking point.

“Bradley!” you cried out hotly, frowning in annoyance as you bent for what felt like the millionth time to pick up his boots. He’d gotten home from work a half hour earlier, and had apparently left his shoes where he’d taken them off.

“Yeah, honey?” Bradley responded, rubbing out his wet hair with a towel as he walked to the front of the apartment, clad in shorts and an old T-shirt after his shower.

“How many times do I have to ask you not to do this?” you demanded, holding up his boots and frowning even more deeply.

Bradley winced, lowering the towel and looking you in the eye. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I always—”

“Yes! You always do this! And I know you’re sorry, but clearly not sorry enough,” you exclaimed in exasperation. “You still leave your shoes lying all over the place for me to pick up or trip over.” You could feel yourself growing irrationally upset, tears pricking the backs of your eyes, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “It’s like you don’t even care that I’ve asked you a million times not to do this!” you finished, suddenly bursting into tears.

Bradley’s eyes widened immediately and he rushed to be by your side. “Oh, honey, don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he begged, thumbing away your tears. “I know I’m an idiot. It’s the simplest thing in the world that you asked me to do, and I can never do it. I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing away the hot tears clinging to your cheeks.

“It’s just—I just—”

“I know,” Bradley nodded, rubbing your back. “You do so much for me all day long, and then on top of it you have to clean up after me like I’m a kid,” he said, raking a hand through his damp hair. “My mom would really kill me if she was here. Or give you permission to kill me,” he added, hoping to make you smile, at least a little bit.

You sniffled softly, nodding your head.

“Honey, please don’t think it’s because I don’t care about what you have to say. I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel that way,” Bradley went on sadly. “It’s just because your husband is a total idiot and nothing more. If you ever tripped over my stupid shoes and hurt yourself—especially now with the baby—I’d never forgive myself. You have my word that I won’t leave my shoes laying around ever again. I promise,” he assured you, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

You nodded again, swallowing deeply. “I’m sorry I yelled over such a silly thing. It’s just been frustrating me lately,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair.

“You have every right to be frustrated, baby. I promise I’m going to do better with this, okay?” he asked, stroking your hair tenderly.

You nodded in response, resting your head against his chest.

“I’ll take these,” Bradley murmured, taking his boots out of your hands and walking them over to the shoe rack.

“Hmm, doing better already, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you teased lightly, a smile curving your lips.

Bradley was true to his word, as you knew he would be. Once he made a promise, he didn’t go back on it. He was intentional now about making sure he put his shoes where they were supposed to be, namely not in the middle of the floor.

“Well, honey,” you joked with him one night as you saw him lining up his shoes by the door. “I think you may just be perfect now. No more flaws.”

Laughing, Bradley took you into his arms and kissed you lovingly. “If I had known I was going to get that reaction, I would have started picking up my shoes a long time ago!”

[flashfuture]

Since I've been on it I wanna talk about Hal's parents. Cause I've seen some dislike for Geoff Johns take on them. But they didn't really, Jessica especially, exist before then. I feel like some people read the comic where Hal in hysterical grief over Coast City made a construct of his parents and then went off to kill all the Lanterns and Guardians and said yep that is exactly how his parents were.

But let's get into it. Martin and Jessica Jordan. For further context, the sibling order is Jack, Hal, Jim Jordan. Three boys. And it was sort of implied for years that they were Jewish and got confirmed not too long ago that Jessica is Jewish and Martin is Catholic. Hal was a grown man in the 80s. His childhood took place in the 50/60s. And before that he was a grown man in the 60s meaning his childhood was the 40s/50s. That absolutely influenced the type of life he had. Vs the further in time we drag this out the less natural it becomes to have super strict parents.

So to begin the first physical appearance of Martin Jordan comes in 1989 in Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn #1. This is a post crisis pre zero hour story so any events in this particular time window are wildly subject to change

Martin is a test flight pilot. He's Hal's hero. His plane goes down. Hal watches. This sequence of events stays consistent across every time line including Flashpoint which is you know fascinating.

"Hal got fired today-- and he got his mom to call up and beg for him."

"Talk about my father again Biff and I'll rip your lungs out."

In this version of events, we get a mention of Jessica. She's not named and doesn't appear. So you can tell she was brought up purely for a 'Hal is so irresponsible he needs his mommy's help' bit. Hal and Jack get along though and are violently defensive of their father. Hal also catches a drunk driving charge after this.

Speaking of drunk I know there's a comic out there where Martin is described as a drunk which I could not for the life of me dig up again but that's mentioned all of once so I just ignore it. What's with making test pilots drunks???

Anyways Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn is definitely not my favorite Hal Jordan story and I'm glad it's been mostly retconned out minus the very beginning parts with Martin.

(Green Lantern vol 3 #36)

"So you're back to flying planes, huh?"

"Dad's blood still runs through my veins, I guess."

This Christmas special in 1993 took place before Coast City exploded. Hal took Carol out to Jack's house to spend the holiday with the Jordan family. Hal directly attributes flying to his dad's influence.

Now Green Lantern vol 3 #48. Hal is standing in the ruins of Coast City not a soul left and he conjures an image of his parents. Reminder they are entirely Hal's imagination and again he is just about hysterical right now.

"I looked up to you. I worshipped the ground you walked on, or flew over. I wanted to grow up and be you... which probably has a lot to do with who I am now. Growing up, though, I never felt like you... I don't know thought that much of me."

As we saw Hal's dad died when he was Maybe ten. His little brother and older brother didn't have real accomplishments in elementary school. Jack the DA and Jim helping the campaign and having a family that's all modern. Stuff Martin would have never known about. Martin the pilot getting on Hal's case for having his head in the clouds? Really seems like Hal is the one he could have related to the most. Martin getting on Hal about not saving the city just proves Hal is projecting his worries about disappointing his dad onto his dad and then because he's so hysterical with grief forces himself to rewatch his dad dying.

Absolutely completely irrational state of mind he's in right now. At the end of this issue, he's going to fly off into space to kill all the Lanterns and the Guardians.

And then he summons Jessica. Calling her mother instead of mom is just really funny to me like informal with his strict dad formal with his chill mom. Lmao? Jessica only speaks on Martin. Reminding Hal of the good times they had. She's Hal's memory which which means Hal heard the story of dressing up as Santa he remembers his dad's aftershave. Summoning your mom just to talk about your dad is crazy work btw

Again Hal was so young when his dad died. Not a teenager not even close. What was Martin disappointed about? Maybe Hal who can't keep a job a girl or half his friends (Barry died and all super friends ditched him basically) is projecting backwards into time. And assumes his Dad would be disappointed in him.

"Personal gain? This is about personal loss!"

Personal loss and Hal's spent most of his time summoning his long dead father. He really never got over Martin dying and that's so apparent. Anyways this is where Hal decides to go into space and kill everybody. Seeing his dad taken from him one more time made him snap.

Hal is enamored with his father. Whether their relationship was tough or easy it wasn't necessarily the point. The point is Hal Jordan loves his father to Oa and back more than the rest of his family probably understood. He didn't just want to impress his father he wants to be him.

And Zero Hour royally fucked up Hal's family but like idk let's just say Infinite Crisis fixed it. That's two reality shattering events. Why not give Hal a little treat of being his dad's favorite. No one seems to miss when Jack, Jim, and Hal all went to the same college and the same fraternity and were besties

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Sick Day - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

A/N: for my dear bestie @fandomxpreferences because she isn’t feeling the best and I needed to break my writers block 💚💜

The minute that you woke up, Bradley could tell something was wrong. You were sniffling, coughing, and wrapped up in all the blankets from your bed. He noticed as he was getting ready for work, his eyebrows raising as he walked over to the bed and sat down by you.

He didn’t say anything as he immediately put his wrist against your forehead, a frown settling deep in his features at the warmth he felt. “You’re burning up..” his voice was soft as he pushed your hair back from your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to call Mav and tell him I can’t make it to work today, he’ll understand.” Before you could even begin to disagree with him he was up and talking to Mav, their conversation lost amongst the sound of you coughing up a lung.

You felt absolutely miserable, your head pounding and your throat feeling like it was on fire. Every single breath you took felt like a knife to your lungs and every time you coughed you felt like your chest was about to split in two. You also were going from being absolutely burning up to freezing and it was absolute hell. “Okay, will do. Thanks Mav.” You heard Bradley say as he walked back towards your bedroom, his face softening as he took in how sad and sick you looked. He had a wet washcloth in his hand, preparing to give it to you.

“Okay, babe. I’m going to run to the store and get you some medicine. I’ll be back in a little bit. You rest until I get back.” He pressed a kiss to your head and helped you settle back in bed before he placed the cold washcloth to your scorching skin. He felt a small smile grace his lips as he heard a sigh of relief leave your lips at the cold contact; your eyes sliding closed as you drifted into a soft sleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep for when you heard your bedroom door opening, the sound jostling you awake with a small grunt. You looked up to see your boyfriend walking in with a sheepish smile, grocery bags and flowers in hand. “Rooster..” the words died on your lips as he kneeled down next to you, putting the flowers on your night stand. “Listen, they were pretty and they reminded me of you.” The sentiment of the gesture had you blushing as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “No! You’re going to get sick!” You pouted at him as he chuckled, giving you a goofy grin. “Oh, well. That would suck so bad to be stuck home with you.”

Your eyes rolled so hard you thought they were going to fall out of your head as he just smiled at you. “I’m going to go put the food in the kitchen, then I’m going to carry you into the living room.” He wasn’t asking as he gave you a militant nod and disappeared out of your room.

While he was gone you gathered up your blanket around you, preparing to be moved. Bradley came back in and carefully picked you up, making sure he supported your head and your back. “I’m going to give you the Carole Bradshaw sick day special. We’re going to watch movies together on the couch all day and just snuggle.” The way he was bringing up his mom made your heart melt as you looked up at the man you were in love with before laying your head against his chest. Your fever had gone down slightly and you weren’t so hot anymore, but it still felt good to lay against him.

He sat the both of you down on the couch, setting you between his legs as he pulled you back against his chest. He grabbed the medicine he had bought from the store and gave you it to take, handing you a cup of water to take it with. He kept his arm wrapped around your waist as he adjusted the blanket to cover both of you; a content sigh leaving his lips. He turned a random movie on and let you cuddle close to him, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “I love you.” Your words were laced with sleep as you heard Bradley repeat the words back to you.

The two of you spent the day curled up on the couch and watching random movies. When you were awake, Bradley would tell you stories about his mom taking care of him when he was sick and how he would sometimes fake it. But, his mom was enough of a saint to let him stay home anyways. You were smiling and laughing at the stories along with him, seeing the happiness shining bright in his eyes at the mention of his mother. It was a nice way to spend your day and by the end of it you were feeling completely better.

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[gucciwins]

OMG your latest firefighter blurb was absolutely incredible and i’m actually obsessed with them🥺 i can just imagine after that storm that harry would light a fire on their wooden fireplace back home and cuddle up close to firebug and talk about literally sweet nothings :(((

thank you so much, darling 🤗 firefighter!harry has a special place in my heart. he's so in love with his firebug

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“What are we watching tonight?” Y/N asks from the kitchen as she finishes serving their cup of hot chocolate. Harry was kind enough to pick up a few donuts while she finished in the shower. He told her they both deserved it after the day they had. She knows he did it because he knows they’re her favorite. It also helps that she showered him in kisses when she saw the familiar purple box on the counter. 

“Thought we could watch a movie, angel.” 

She hums, “it’s your turn to choose.” 

“What are we in the mood for?” 

Y/N laughs; Harry always does this. He wants to pick a movie he knows she’ll enjoy. She doesn’t mind what they watch; she loves being cuddled in his arms. “Surprise me, H.”

He sighs dramatically. She sets their mugs down on the coasters Harry bought for them when they visited his mom and sister in England. They’re a pair of angel wings, and she loves that he bought them because they reminded him of her. He always seems to do that. Y/N settles down on the couch, watching him tend the fire to their fireplace. 

Y/N had known her house was always too big, but she bought it when prices were low and she was thinking of a future she might have. Now more and more, the future has been getting clear, especially when she sees Harry right by her side for every new step. She never dared touch the fireplace because she was afraid something would happen if she stepped away from it. Harry was so excited as winter came and saw that the fireplace looked as good as new. He took it upon himself to show Y/N how to properly start the fire and turn it off so that no sparks would reignite it. He even went to show her what she had to do in an emergency, though he promised her that would not be the case. 

“Warm enough, firebug?” Harry turns around, happy to see her snuggled underneath the blankets he dropped on their couch. 

She opens up her arms, calling him to her. “Cuddle me, please.” 

“You never even have to ask,” he assures her. 

Harry steps away from the fire and falls right on top of her making her laugh ring out loud through their home. He knows it’s the best feeling in the world to be right here with the love of his life. He easily shifts them to lay on their sides, both able to hear the opening notes of the movie. 

“What movie did you pick?” She whispers. 

“Tangled.” 

She giggles, “good choice.” 

They lay sideways, Y/N never turning her back against Harry to look at the screen, not bothering to sing along as she would have every other time. No, her focus is solely on Harry tonight. He doesn’t mind one bit. 

“TJ told me how he and Carols are thinking about getting a pet.” Harry shares with Y/N.

“Yeah, they seem like dog dads.” 

Harry laughs, “what do I seem like? Hmmm, pretty angel.” 

Y/N feels her face flush and resists the urge to hide, knowing Harry loves seeing her smiley, especially when he’s the reason. “A cat, dad.”

“Yeah, you want me to share my love with a little kitten.” 

“Only if you promise to still love me the most,” she confesses. 

Harry shakes his head, pressing his lips against hers. “The easiest promise of my life, there is no competition.” 

“I feel we’ve kept many plants alive, and I think we’re ready for the next step.” 

“Do you?” Harry brushes a few strands of her away. 

“Mhm… wouldn’t you like that?” 

“Mimi Y/LN-Styles.”

She scrunches her nose at his name suggestion. “I do like our last names together.” 

“Fine, no, Mimi.”

Y/N raises her hand, letting herself trace Harry’s eyebrows down his nose until she reaches his lips. “Maybe on Sunday, we can go check out the shelter?” 

Harry playfully nips at her fingertip as she retraces his soft lips. She giggles, pulling back her finger. “Want to make me a daddy,” he teases.

“Harry!” She pulls back, shocked, slapping his shoulder gently. He shrugs, clearly amused. “You’re a dork.”

He tugs her back close to his chest, not liking the gap she created. “Love you so much, angel.”

She sighs, melting into him. “Love you,” she promises back.

“We can start with a fish,” he jokes. 

“Or a snake,” she teases.

“Now hang on….” 

Y/N knows that whatever comes next in life is something she is excited about because she gets to do it with Harry.

[ashtheketchum]

A new family Part 10

A/N: This is the final part of this story! But I'm already working on a few scenarios and other little stories with Daryl! (Pic from Pinterest!)

Warnings: Mention of rape, mention of abuse, mention of death

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

Masterlist!

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PoV (Y/N):

We ran out of the lab until we were at the glass walls that would lead us outside. Again we tried to open those doors, but this time I helped. I took a metal bar and hit the glass. Daryl hit it with an ax, Tdog hit it with a chair, and Shane also hit the glass a few times. But nothing helped. "Rick, I have something that might help…" Carol suddenly shouted. We immediately looked at Carol, who handed Rick a grenade. Rick looked at her quietly for a moment before I ran past him. “Do it now, Rick!” And immediately the police officer at the time responded by placing the grenade there. "Everyone down!" Daryl shouted and we all laid on the floor. I laid over (D/N) and pressed us both firmly to the ground.

After just a few seconds, the grenade exploded and the glass wall shattered. I stayed still for a moment before (D/N) climbed up and pulled me up. “Come on, Mom…!” Before I could react, someone grabbed (D/N) and pulled me up. Daryl held (D/N) tightly against his chest and he brought us both out. Since there were still a lot of walkers out there, he pushed (D/N) into my arms and he cleared a path for us, just like Rick and Shane. We ran as fast as we could to our cars. "Mom, where's Dale!?" I heard (D/N) ask. "I don't know, honey…"

“Ge´ in the car, now!” Daryl shouted and he staggered us towards him. I hesitated for a moment before running over to him and pushing (D/N) inside. I climbed after her, then Daryl and he pushed us both as deep as he could. He lay protectively on top of us when we suddenly heard the huge explosion. The cars jolted and we felt a brief wave of heat before everything became quiet.

When we sat up again, we saw that the entire CDC was engulfed in flames. Black smoke rose into the air and the walkers moved towards the fire. (D/N) also looked out the window before gently shaking my shoulder. "Mom! There are Dale and Andrea!” She then exclaimed with relief. I immediately smiled happy when I saw the two of them running towards us. They got into the RV before Daryl then exhaled loudly and rubbed his face. "We have ta ge´ outta here…" And with those words, Daryl climbed into the driver's seat, I sat between him and (D/N) again.

We drove further and further away from the city before we had to take a break. It was far away from the city, but closer to the forest. Daryl stopped the car before looking at me and (D/N). I stared out the window as (D/N) looked away from Daryl. “Are ya okay…?” He then asked. He no longer seemed aggressive, but more concerned and gentle. But (D/N) didn't want to talk to him, she didn't make a sound. "Yeah… we're just… in shock…" So I answered quietly. "I'm going to Sophia and Carl." (D/N) said suddenly before running out of the car.

She slammed the door and ran to the RV, which was only four meters away. "Hey, don' just run away!" Daryl shouted, but before he could get out I grabbed his arm. (D/N) got into the RV before Daryl then looked at me confused. "You scared her…" I murmured quietly. "Wha´? She should be afraid of tha´ crazy doc, no´ me!” "You hurt her and reminded her of her father! I am her mother and I protect her, even from you!” I then snapped. Daryl looked at me in shock for a moment before looking out again.

There was a brief silence between us, but I hadn't released my grip on his arm. Daryl didn't scream, he wasn't angry, he wasn't annoyed. He was just quiet. "Wha´ do ya mean by tha´? Why did I remind her of her old men?” The archer then asked. I swallowed hard before exhaling loudly. "Your actions at the CDC… the aggressive behavior, the way you pushed her… everything reminded her of her father…" Daryl only now seemed to realize what he had done. He wanted to get out, but I grabbed his other hand. He immediately jumped and looked at me in shock. "Leave her alone for a while… she wants to calm down… it was all too much…" I then asked him.

My eyes looked pleadingly at Daryl and luckily he listened to me. He relaxed for a moment before withdrawing his hands and rubbing them over his face. "Wha´ did her old man do…? Wha´ did he do to ya to make her happy she killed him?” I stayed quiet again. Why did I hesitate? Her father was a terrible person. But somehow I couldn't let go. I kept thinking about him. "Her father… was a terrible person… I… was in the same situation as Carol… we were beaten every day, locked in, not given anything to eat… and he raped me…" I then murmured quietly.

Daryl remained silent, but I could see that he looked a little angrier now. "When the walkers came… he ate our supplies and kept sending us out to find more food…" I now looked Daryl deep in the eyes. But my eyes showed no remorse. Just sadness and fear. "We then left him to the walkers and fled… before he could even follow us, he was torn apart by the walkers. I saw it. And (D/N) heard it…" Daryl looked at me quietly before exhaling loudly. He looked out the car window before looking back at me. "How´d she react?" "Not the way she put it at the CDC…" I couldn't say anything more.

Daryl remained silent before placing his hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer to him. He put my head on his shoulder and kissed my head. "Tha´ sucks…" I had to smile for a moment, Daryl really wasn't good with words. But who could blame him? How else would you have reacted in such a situation? I wouldn't know it myself. "Give her some time… and then apologize… Please…" I murmured quietly before looking up at him.

His blue eyes looked at me uncertainly for a moment before he nodded. "I'll do it…" he just mumbled quietly. I smiled softly before gently pressing my lips to his. The redneck flinched briefly, but then kissed me back gently. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. When we leaned away, Daryl immediately looked away and I could see a slight blush on his cheeks. "Let's get outta tha´ car and hear wha´ Rick says…" He just mumbled before getting out.

PoV Daryl:

After Rick told us what we were going to do, we went back to the cars. (Y/N) walks up to me and taps me gently. She pulls me a little closer to her and whispers something in my ear. When she was finished, she broke away and then went to Lori and Rick and talked to both of them. I looked after her uncertainly before looking at (D/N), who was sitting with Carl and Sophia. I took a deep breath before I walked up to her and knelt down in front of her. Carl and Sophia looked at me briefly before getting up and walking away. (D/N) stayed still, but looked at the ground.

I cleared my throat briefly before looking away. "Hey... We have ta drive on straigh´ away… you wanna ride the motorcycle with me?" I then asked her. (D/N) looked at me uncertainly for a moment, her gaze briefly went to Merle's motorcycle and then to my face. She tugged at her shirt before looking back down. "I could show ya how fast tha´ motorcycle can go… and maybe I'll show ya a few tricks while huntin´…" I then murmured quietly. Now she looked up again and her eyes sparkled briefly. I gave her a brief, strained smile before she stood up and nodded. "Okay…" She then said quietly.

I stood up again and placed my hand on her head. I ruffled her hair firmly before leading her to the motorcycle. We put it out and I put her on it. "Wait a minute, where do you want to go!?" I suddenly heard someone calling. (D/N) and I watched (Y/N) as she walked towards us and looked at us suspiciously. She also crossed her arms. "Daryl wants to show me how to hunt and we wanted to ride motorcycles." (D/N) then said happily. It was good to hear her happy again.

(Y/N) opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, she looked at me sternly and I pressed my lips into a line. "Ya mean´ I should apologize ta her with things I'm good at…" "I didn't mean anything like that." Her voice was stern and I looked back briefly at (D/N). The little girl looked at me pleadingly before looking down. "Well… okay, we'll go hunt a bit and I'll show ya at another time, ´kay?" I then suggested.

"Good." "Come on!" (Y/N) and (D/N) uttered at the same time. (Y/N) turned around and then went to Dale and Tdog to discuss the next step with them. My gaze stayed on her all the while before I heard (D/N) call my name. "Daryl!" "Hm?" I just grumbled quietly. "Why did you give up so quickly?” She then whimpered loudly. I had to snort in amusement for a moment before I lifted her off the motorcycle and stroked her head. "´Re ya crazy? I’m no´ arguing with yar mom when it’s about yar life.”

Even though (D/N) was pouting, I could see that she had to hold back her laughter. "Wha´?" “You’re a afraid of her.” She then laughed quietly. I hissed briefly before flicking her forehead. "No´ true. I just respect yar mom…" After I said this, I looked back at (Y/N) who was talking to Lori. I had to smile for a moment before I felt (D/N) grin at me. God, I couldn't be mad at either of them, but at the same time I could knock the grins off both of their faces. "…okay, maybe I'm a lil´ scared…but don' tell her anythin´, otherwise she'll allow herself to do too much." I then whispered quietly to (D/N). "I say nothing. Now let’s go hunting!” And with these words she ran towards the forest.

I chuckled briefly before stopping and running after her. "He, kid! Don’ just run awa´ like tha´! Damn it!” I then shouted after her, with my crossbow in my hand.

[bitbybitwrites]

Thanks to @forabeatofadrum and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Got a number of items I'm working on so here some bits for you: from a few WIP of mine.

1.) From the next chapter of Puppy Love (RWRB fic)

“Tia Nora is pretty fun,” Alex admitted. ”That’s why we’re best friends.”  He sighed and stared up into the sky. “I know it’s tough Raf.  Us being all the way in New York, so far from family and your other friends back in Texas.” “But Tia June is here. And I’m making friends, Papi,” Raf reassured him. “You are?” Raf nodded as he took a handful of snow and tossed it up in the air so it fluttered down on them both. “ There’s Milo and Becky and Thomas and Belle . .” “Wait, like the Disney princess?” “She told me she’s named after her grandmother.  Isabelle, I think?” “Oh.” “Those are my new friends at school.  Milo is nice.  He has glasses.  Becky shares her snack with me at lunch time.  Her mom gives her CAKE.”  Raf turned to look at his father with wide, amazed eyes. “CAKE, Papi.” Alex rolled his eyes.  “I doubt its as good as Abuelita’s Tres Leches," he sniffed. “Well, duh . . “

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2.) From Falling For You (Klaine fic)

“Who is Carole?” Kurt smiled and grabbed his phone to open up to a picture of his Dad and his stepmother smiling and laughing with each other.  It had been his father’s birthday and the two of them had cracked each other up with some silly joke or reference.  Kurt quickly took a picture to freeze that moment in time. “This is Carole, “ Kurt said as he showed Tracy.  “Dad met her when I was in high school.  And they fell in love and got married.  Now that doesn’t mean he forgot my mom or anything.  He just had a lot of love in his heart - enough for both of them.  Carole loves my Dad a whole lot.  She loves me just as much too.  She’s amazing.”  He leaned in a bit closer to Tracy.  “I’ll let you in on a secret.  She also makes the best cookies.  Remind me to make you some of her recipes some time.” “Like Christmas cookies?” “Exactly.” “Mr. Kurt?”   “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can I meet Carole one day?” “I think we can arrange that.” Kurt said.  “And maybe if we’re lucky, she may bring some cookies when she comes. “

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3.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fic)

It was a good handful of time before he got to his destination, having managed to successfully slip by a number of the palace guards in the process.  Blaine was able to sneak just outside of the castle walls.  He followed a well-worn path into the wood to a small cottage hidden just a few feet hidden in the trees. In the front yard, a young woman paused in her task of hanging her wet wash to dry. She stood, she groaned, rubbing the small of her back.  As she did the swell of the growing babe in her belly protruded forward.  She smiled to herself, caressing her abdomen, forming a beautiful picture even Blaine could appreciate: her soft blond hair escaping from her kerchief, brushing her brow.  The young woman’s brown eyes danced as she spotted the princeling approaching. She dipped into as low of a curtsey as she could manage without tipping forward.  “Your Royal Highness,” she said in a soft voice.  “Good morrow.  I was wondering when you would come by this day.” Blaine smiled sheepishly as he held aloft his offering from the head cook.  “Mistress Fabray,“  he said proudly.  “I come bearing gifts!”

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4.) Untitled Klaine Valentines 2024 Challenge fic

OK, am loving all the work I'm seeing from the folks doing the Klaine Valentines 2024 challenge set out by the @klaineccfanficlibrary

I got an idea for something, inspired by their first day song selection (Padam. by Kylie Minogue) so here's just a little bit from something I started . . The best way I could sum up this fic is this section of the story:

The young men from Dalton House weren’t just lookers.  They were well versed in everything from English Literature to economics. They could hold their own in academic debates while also using those dexterous mouths and tongues to suck your brains out of your cock.  Brains and beauty - and all of them looking for older (preferably more financially well off) “patrons.” Or so the rumors went.

So yeah, there's a bit of an age gap planned , Blaine in his mid-late 20s, Kurt in his mid-late 30s. and a bit of a Pretty Woman vibe to the story . . you know, hooker with a heart of gold type thing :)

And the selection from the fic so far:

“The auction.” Kurt’s mind puts two and two together. Elliot nods and motions towards the front of the ballroom.  Up on the stage there were three large gilded cages, each with a young man, scantily clad within them.  The boys were dancing as seductively as they could manage.  The two on the far right and far left of the stage (one brunette, and one blonde) kept throwing worried glances to one another as Dalton House patrons gathered at their feet, appraising them. “The ones on either end . . . despite flouting the refusal clause, they were caught with each other in bed.  Fraternizing with another student in contract is strictly forbidden.” Elliot said in a low voice.  “Nick and Jeff were just stupid.  I had warned them, but they weren’t careful.” Elliot shook his head. “And now I can’t protect them. They go to whoever is the highest bidder for them tonight, no matter what.” “And the boy in the center cage?” Kurt was hypnotized watching the young man sway his hips, his arms raised above his head, eyes closed to shut out the world around him.  Dark curls fell gently over his brow - curls that looked so soft, Kurt realized he wanted to run his fingers through them. “Blaine?”  Elliot sighed.  “I don’t know why he signed with Dalton, to be honest.  He just didn’t seem like the type, you know?  But again,  he refused one time too many for the administration’s liking. And now it’s come to bite him in the ass. He’s up for auction too.” “That’s . . . too bad . . “ Kurt murmured, still transfixed with watching Blaine.  Kurt couldn’t explain it - it was like the blood was rushing to fill his ears. And all he could hear was his own loud heart beat in syncopation with the music in the room: Padam, padam Padam, padam Padam, padam

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