#happy thursday sorry i seemed like i died there for a sec

[andromedaisfree]

orym outfit sketches for fun and profit 🌿 inspired mostly by specific gladiator types!

[ladynyctophilia]

I love Judy, and I would sell my left kidney for her, but she’s a little shit and can be the queen of spite sometimes, and here’s just ONE example when we first fucking meet her.

Spoilers?

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Judy: How about it, V? Raw braindance, ever taken a dip before?

V, the unfortunately confident Merc: Psh! *Waves a hand.* I think I can handle it.

Judy: Okie dokes. *Gestures to the chair, already scheming.* Sit down, settle in, and we’ll get you going.

V, the gonk: Preem.

Judy: *Get’s V all situated, sus as fuck about this merc Evey hired, but smiles like everything is fine and walks back to her desk.* Alright. Gotta create your sensory profile first.

V, still WAY too confident for someone who’s never been in a raw BD: Ok. Hit me. Just promise it won't hurt. *Tries to be funny.*

Judy: It won't...not this time. 😈😈😈

Evelyn: 🙄

Judy: OK. All set. Tossing in a sample BD so you can get to know the editor.

Evelyn, the impatient: Why are we wasting time? Let's just show V my recording.

Judy: *Gives Evelyn a look.* So we aren't risking our necks. (Code for, I don't trust this bitch, let me do my thang.) Will only take a sec. *Pretends to look through her stash of BD’s, but knows EXACTLY which one she’s picking.* I got something here...that should be perfect. 😈

V: What’d you choose?

Evelyn: *Lights a smoke.* Here we go...

Judy: Oh, nothing... just some amateur robbery in Heywood. *Acts all innocent, doing techie things.* I don’t even know where I got it from. 😇

V, the oblivious: Sweet. Boot it up.

Judy: Alright. Here we go, giving you the tailored version first. *Proceeds to put V through a BD hell where the artist is high, gets shot, and dies.*

Evelyn: For fucks sake, Judy. Please don't break my merc.

Judy: *Waves a hand, leaning over V.* What? She said she could handle it.

V, after feeling everything in the sample BD: W-what's the meaning of life? 👁👄👁

Evelyn: Great. 🙄

Judy: Nothing happened, you’re alive and well.

V: That w-was...OK...I...*Is still shaking, not knowing what's real or fake.* Phew......kefttt...*Shakes her head, trying to get it together, but is honestly just trying not to cry in front of these two beautiful strangers.* You could have w-warned me first....I didn’t know how much dying actually hurts.

Judy: *Smiles, pleased with herself.* Trust me, real death hurts muuuch worse. *Goes back to her chair.* Ready to go back in?

V: Wot. 👁👄👁 *Is low key freaking out because this is only the SAMPLE BD; what the hell.*

Judy and Evelyn: *Continues to beat up V via Braindance for the next hour.*

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Out of ALL the BD’s this chick probably has stashed away, she picks the robbery one, KNOWING that this is V’s first raw BD and V fucking STRUGGLED. That's mega sus Judy. 😂

Bonus

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After V leaves~

Evelyn: So? *Pulls out a cigarette.* What do you think?

Judy: What? *Stands up, annoyed.* You already know my thoughts, Ev. This heist is insane, and I don't think you should be doing it.

Evelyn: *Rolls her eyes,* I'm aware of your opinion. *Breathes in the cig.* I meant V. What do you think?

Judy: You want my honest opinion?

Evelyn: I wouldn’t want anything less.

Judy: *Huffs, sitting back down.* WELL, I think you just straight up hired a fucking gonk. *Scrunches her nose.* You don’t even know this merc, Ev, and you are betting your future on that gonk and her chooms that are only motivated by eddies??? I don’t like it. Not one bit. *Is typing way too hard.* What if someone offers them more eddies? Or they take the relic for themselves? Or they get caught and rat us out? What then? Huh, Ev?

Evelyn: Judy. Relax. *Rests a calming hand on her shoulder.* I have everything under control. The plan will work, and besides...a gonk V might be...her and her associates are the best at what they do. Why do you think I went to the top fixer in Night City?

Judy: It still seems too risky. *Shakes her head, seconds away from exploding, but is only tolerating this conversation because Evelyn is her best friend.* When you fuck with a corp like Arasaka, the city always finds a way to fuck you back harder. That's just how it works for people like us.

Evelyn: By the time Arasaka notices, we will be long gone from Night City, and you can finally focus on creating art rather than cheap thrills in this shitty basement. *Squeezes her shoulder.* Remember. I'm doing this for us.

Judy: I know...*Mumbles, going quiet for a few minutes, thinking it all over, but eventually looks back up with vulnerable eyes.* Ev...you don't have to do this. There's still time to call off the heist. If we waited a few more months...I will eventually have enough eddies to...

Evelyn: Judy, stop. *Pulls her hand away.* My mind is already made up. After this, there will be no more waiting...for either of us. *Brings the cigarette back up to her lips.* We will finally be living the lives we deserve.

Judy: Fine. *Sighs, turning away.* I don't want to argue about this anymore. Ok? Just promise me you will be careful.

Evelyn: Course I will be. I'm always careful. *Winks, dabbing her cigarette in the ashtray.* Also, don’t think I didn’t notice those lingering eyes of yours checking out my “gonk” of a merc. *Smirks.*

Judy: What do you mean? *Pricks up, annoyed.* There was no “checking out.”

Evelyn: *Shrugs.* Calm down. It was just an observation. *Picks up her purse.* Though, I will say, that V does have a cute little ass...and nice titts. *Pauses, undressing V in her head.* And don't get me started on those defined arms and legs of hers...*Sighs* The mercenary life has definitely been favorable for her. I’m jealous.

Judy: *Is back on her computer, clicking through files, trying so fucking hard to ignore Evelyn right now.* Sure, yeah, you going to fuck her now?

Evelyn: Hmph. *Stares at Judy.*

Judy: ...

Evelyn: ...

Judy: *Throws her hands up in the air.* Fine. OK. Yes, your merc has a nice ass. Happy?

Evelyn: You’re precious, Judy. *Chuckles, hand on her hip.* Let's just hope her work is as preem as her ass. *Leaves with a delicate wave of her hand.* See you for breakfast Thursday.

Once the door closes...

Judy: *Groans, face planting on her keyboard.* Fuuuuuuck.

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(This turned out longer than I had intended. Sorry!!)

[-this-dizzy-dreamer-]

Colleagues and Cocktails (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Coworker!Sebastian Stan x Plus-size!Reader AU

Summary: When you get moved up to a new department at work you can’t help but dread every aspect of it, that is until you find yourself expecting one of your co-workers to walk through the door every day. Then you realize it might not be as bad as you thought. But the thing is he doesn’t seem to notice you at all. All he seems to give you are daydreams and interesting chats with your best friend.

Warnings: Language, Smut.

Word Count: 2.5K

Enjoy!

At exactly 6 in the afternoon, you arrived home to hear your television playing inside your apartment and shoes already outside the door. You laughed to yourself since by now you should have known your best friend would be over before you’d even arrive. Elizabeth could never wait to hear your gossip, but then again you could never wait to tell it to her either.

“Hey, girl! Sorry I got here so early. I couldn’t wait. On the bright side, I put the drinks in the fridge when I got here!”, she said as you put your things down on the couch beside her.

“It’s ok Liz, it’s a good thing you did get here before me. I have so much to tell you, but let me go shower first and then I’ll tell you over pizza. Order it, yea?”

“Of course, the usual with jalapenos, right?”

“Duh! Oh and get cheese fries too!” You said as you headed to your room to pick out some sweats and a tee.

You then made your way to the bathroom for a much needed soothing hot shower. Opening your phone to play some music while you showered you noticed an unopened notification in your email again.

sstan01: So how was it? Want to quit yet?

coffeelover04: Haha it’s not that bad. I think I could stay til I retire or you know die from staying late at the office and being murdered by some ghost or something. Whichever comes first.

After a minute without a reply and remembering the water had been running for a while now you finally stepped into the shower. Just as Billie Eilish’s Ocean Eyes started playing you had started conditioning your long jet black hair. For some reason, as you sang along you couldn’t help thinking about elevator guy and his beautiful blue eyes. He had seemed like such a jerk, but you couldn’t lie to yourself that was totally your type. Tall and brooding. You loved the idea of them being nice just for you. But then again, Sebastian seemed pretty cool too. He was nice. But maybe you could try talking to elevator guy, right? I mean it wouldn’t hurt if anything maybe just having him under you would be enough, or on top whichever he preferred…

“Damn it (Y/N), he’s a coworker you can’t go messing with him, besides he wouldn’t be interested in you.”

Once you had finished your shower and taken your head out of the gutter, the pizza arrived. You pulled out two wine glasses and the bottle that had chilled in the fridge and settled yourself on the floor next to Liz who was sprawled out on the couch.

“Alright, spill! How was it? You didn’t find anyone to replace me, right?”She said taking a slice of pizza.

“Of course not, loser. No one else in this whole universe could possibly stand me and all my shit. But I mean, it wasn’t bad or anything. I was a little underdressed, and by a little I mean a lot everyone was literally in like business casual shit and here I was in a tee and leggings, I almost died of embarrassment on the inside. And when I was going in I forgot my ID and some dude didn’t hold the elevator door for me and he made me almost spill my coffee and then I couldn’t find a phone to actually work with for over half an hour and I didn’t finish all of my work for today too, sooo...yea.”

“Was he at least cute?”

“Is that really all you heard?” Laughing you shook your head. “He was alright.”

“Alright, what does “alright” mean? It’s a yes or no answer.” She said shoving you slightly.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, he’s cute, alright? Well, maybe a little more than cute, happy?!”

Elizabeth let out something between a screech and what sounded like a wounded animal cry. Startling you just enough to make you drop some cheese on your shirt from your fries.

“Are you okay?”

YOU JUST CALLED SOMEONE CUTE. YOU TOTALLY HAVE A CRUSH!"

"It's not the first time I call someone cute."

"Besides me. I didn't know you had feeling OMG who are you. Where is my best friend?"

"Stop ok. It's not a big deal."

"Uh, yea it is. This calls for bottle number 2 to come out."

"Dude no I have work tomorrow morning and like I said it's no big deal."

“Uh yes, it is.”

As Liz was coming back with the second bottle you decided to check your notifications.

sstan01: lol glad to hear, even though that was oddly specific????

coffeelover04: Omg, so sorry. That probably sounded super weird. I’ve been on a supernatural binge and I’ve been drinking. Haha..ha I’m sorry.

“Who are we texting?” Liz plopped back down on the couch handing you your glass and looking at the messages over your shoulder. “sstan01? Who’s that? A tinder match? You’re still on that?”

“Dude no he’s not a tinder match, although I am still on it, that’s not important right now.” You almost chugged the wine n your glass remembering how you told yourself you were going to delete tinder a week ago. “He’s from work, I think.”

sstan01: Really now? Drinking on a Thursday? All alone, without me? Haha, jk. It’s ok don’t worry about it, it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard.

“You think?? What do mean you think??”

“ Well it’s from a work email, so it has to be someone who works with me.” You shrugged in defeat as Liz questioned you.

coffeelover04: Yes really. And I’m not alone I have a friend over. And I don’t know what to tell you about it not being the weirdest thing. Unless of course, you’d like to share what that thing is lol. Are we on that level yet, stranger?

“But it’s your personal email, how could he have gotten that?”

“Liz, I don’t know. I mean it’s on my resume...he could have gotten it from there? Why does it matter I don’t even really know this guy.”

“Exactly! Are you hearing yourself right now?” Said, Liz, as she playfully smacked your head. “You don’t know this man, but somehow he has your personal email?”

“Liz he’s not going to turn out to be a serial killer. He’s nice.”

“Again, are you hearing yourself? They’re always nice!”

sstan01: Oh, drinking with a friend? I’m going to let you go then. Could tell you my old man stories another time.

“ (Y/N)! See, old man stories! He’s a gross old man.”

“Ok, you’ve had enough to drink.” You say laughing and taking Liz’s glass. “You can crash here for the night and I’ll make us breakfast in the morning. Sound good?”

coffeelover04: Just my best friend, but alright. I’ll hold you accountable to those stories lol goodnight!

“Sounds great!” She said as she put away the half-empty bottle and pulled out the bed inside the couch, which you had bought exactly for these occasions. “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.”

Heading to your room you checked your phone one last time before plugging it in to charge.

sstan01: Anytime you want to hear them just let me know. Goodnight (Y/N)!

There was no way he could be a creepy old man, right? He had to be from work and most of them were pretty young looking, well at least those you’ve seen. Maybe you were overthinking it and had too much to drink too. It was best to just sleep on. So, slipping into bed you curled up and found yourself thinking about elevator guys deep blue eyes.  

All of a sudden you could feel him against you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Feeling his breath warm on your neck making your hair stand. You couldn’t help but whimper softly as you felt him push closer to you. Turning around you face those gorgeous blue eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

His hands trailed up your back and through your hair to your face. He caressed your cheek softly and began to pull you in.

“I think I love you (Y/N)...(Y/N)”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!, Dude come on you said you’d make me breakfast….” Liz slowly came to view as you opened your eyes.

“God damn it, Liz, fine...gimme a sec. You know I was pretty content sleeping.”

“Yea I saw you were all smiley, it was a little unsettling.” She laughed as she shoved you toward your bathroom door. “But no time for that you have 2 hours before you have to go to work and I want food.”

“ Ok, but don’t start without me, I don't want you burning my apartment down.”  

Quickly putting your hair up and brushing your teeth you planned out your morning in your head.

1. Quick breakfast. Pancakes and eggs. Maybe bacon?

2. Change for work. Do you have work clothes?

3. Find sunglasses. This headache is going to kill you if I don’t.

4. Find keys. Probably on the couch.

Walking into the kitchen you could already hear Liz cursing the stove.

“ Come on stupid thing turn on already....”

“I’m here you can stop pretending you don’t know how my stove works.” Laughing you start the stove and start pouring in the pancake mix Liz made. “If you want some you can take out some bacon and eggs.”  

After breakfast, which took a lot longer than what you had anticipated, you started to look for an outfit and maybe even your sunglasses altogether. Finally after trying on 3 of the 4 dress pants you owned you decided on the only ones that did go over your thunder thighs and a nice light blue dress shirt.  

“Hey, you start work at 8, right? It’s 7:15.”

“Shit, ok can you do my hair please?”

Hurrying out of your room and into a chair you pulled out your phone and debated whether or not to let Jessica know you would be late.

“ I can still make it right?”

“ Yea, totally”, said Liz tugging at your hair “ If you quit moving like a five-year-old.”

Sitting still you decided to just convince yourself you wouldn’t be late. Plus finding your sunglasses could be put aside and you were pretty sure you were now sitting on your keys so everything would be fine.

“ Done, simple, but cute braided half up half down do”

“ Thanks, I owe you one. Help yourself to food if your staying and lock up when you leave! I love you!” Grabbing your bag and keys you made your way to your car as your phone went off.

sstan01: Good morning, are you getting coffee for everyone today or are you just late?

You decided to answer later because well, you were late and time wasn’t going to freeze at 7:55 just because you wanted it to. As you got to the office you make sure you had everything before you got out of the car this time and you prayed no one would see you or at least call out the fact that you're late.

Coffeelover04: Very funny, actually just walking in. Little hungover, but nothing serious.

Seb couldn't stop thinking about last night. you had told him you were with a friend and his mind raced. Were you on a date? Did you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? He had to remind himself that he barely knew you and was in no place to ask you. Plus you had said you were with your best friend, so why was he worrying? Or why did he even care? Maybe it had been because he had had someone over last night too, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to do more with that girl other than kiss her once. He didn’t know why he had never had that problem before. He was charming and it had always worked in his favor. So why hadn’t he been able to turn on his charm last night with that girl? And why did he to this moment still feel a pang of jealousy in his gut. You weren’t the type of girl he usually chased, but for some reason, he was drawn to the mess you were. But he couldn’t let himself fall for you, especially not now that he had been promoted too with a new office and everything. But he still had a pretty good view of your desk, with the wall being clear glass and all, which you weren’t in yet and it was already 8:15.

Walking in you slowly tipped toed across Jessica at the front desk just as elevator guy walked in clearing his throat. You couldn’t help, but blush as you thought back to the dream you had and how good he looked in a full suit. He looked so serious and his face was just too captivating, the way his eyes searched the office and his tongue licked his lips before he spoke.

“Good Morning everyone. Just wanted to let you all know that al data is due at the end of the day, no matter what time you come in.” You hadn’t been too sure, but it was like he was directing that last bit to you, but he had no way of knowing you had just gotten there, right? You started walking back to your desk and as you got there noticed Jessica following close behind.

“ You know if you had warned a gal I could have covered for you.”

“ I’m sorry Jess, I promise I’ll let you know next time. Not that I promise they’ll be a next time or anything.”

“Don’t stress over it, love. But tell me what was all of that with Mr. Boss man?”

“ What are you talking about?”

“ (Y/N) dear, I saw you blushing and eyeing the boss when he told us about data.”

“ Wait….the boss? Jess no he can’t be the boss!”

“Oh but he is, just got promoted yesterday. Maybe if you had stayed till the end of the day you would have found out or at least came in on time today.” Jessica said as she walked off smiling to herself.

sstan01: Glad to see you finally made it. Seems like you’ve got a record of coming in late and it’s only your second day.

coffeelover04: Thanks, but don’t judge me ok? Pretty sure you aren’t Mr. Perfect.

Seb smiled to himself as he read your message in his office. Oh if you only knew.

Again, feedback is much-appreciated guys! ~xoxo~

[reedusdixonfictionaddiction]

The Summer in Georgia

Chapter 35. Please!

When Thursday afternoon rolled around, Isabella was still in bed. Her nerves were still a mess and her only defense against her falling apart was sleep. She understood why Daryl had done, what he’d done and her heart bled for him carrying that guilt around his whole life about his mother, but the truth was, she was still angry with him. Maybe not angry, but resentful. Not only had he risked her mental health and subsequently her physical health, but she was humiliated that she was seen at her worst by Rick and to top that off, Hershel, a man she barely knew, was brought into it. She could just imagine what Maggie and Glenn thought about her, not to mention Hershel. She was however, thankful that he came to examine her, so she didn’t have to go to the emergency room. She had to send him a ‘thank you’ card, she thought.

She was very frustrated with Daryl, this was the second time in a week that he’d caused her undo stress and this last time was almost more than she could handle. She probably would have kicked him out if he hadn’t broken down in front of her over the death of his mother. So, she let him stay. Most of the time he was there though, was spent sleeping. Which helped her to recover and also, not to kill him.

When Daryl woke up Thursday morning, he got up and fixed Isabella some breakfast. Rick was at work, so he didn’t have to face him and get the ‘What the hell, were you thinking’ look from him. He brought the bed tray into her bedroom as she was just waking up. She sat up and yawned.

“Why are you still here?” She asked.

“I… I wanted to take care of ya’. How are ya’ feelin’?” He asked, putting the tray down in front of her.

“Oh! I feel ok, I guess. You don’t need to stay and take care of me. I’m sure you have things to do.” She said, picking up a piece of toast.

“Nah! I took the week off, remember? We were gonna’ go campin’. Besides I like takin’ care of you.”

Isabella rolled her eyes and that made Daryl feel awkward.

“Why’d ya’ roll yer eyes? Ya’ don’t believe me?”

“No, I believe you. That statement is ironic, though. Don’t you think?” Isabella asked.

“How?” Daryl asked.

“Well, I’m feeling bad because of you and now you want to take care of me. You could’ve just not taken my medication and we could have avoided all of this. That would have been better than taking care of me. You know, not putting me in the situation you put me in?”

Daryl just stood there silently. He thought that things had been forgiven the day before. He thought she understood why he’d taken the pills in the first place. What he didn’t realize was that understanding his motive and forgiving it were two different things. He was puzzled.

“I told ya’ I was sorry. I thought ya’ understood why I took ‘em. Ya’ said, ya’ did. Why ya’ still mad?” He said confused.

“I do understand and I’m so sorry for what you went through with your mom. I really am, but in your eyes, all you see is you trying to save my life. When in actuality, you put my life at risk. What you did was serious, medication like that is not something you mess around with. I forgive you, I really do, but I’m still angry with you and a little disillusioned, to tell the truth. I trusted you and for the second time in a week, you hurt me.” Isabella explained.

Daryl swallowed hard. “I know and I feel like shit for what I put ya’ through, both times, but if ya’ understand then why are ya’ mad at me?” Daryl asked.

“Never mind, Daryl. You don’t get it and I don’t want to explain it to you. Things will get back to normal, I just need time to recover. Just because I’m a little angry, doesn’t mean I don’t still want to be with you, because I do. I kind of just need a little distance from you right now. I’m sorry.”

“Fine, I’ll leave. Ya’ done with the food?” He said, grabbing the tray from her. She hadn’t even finished eating.

Daryl left without even saying ‘goodbye’. Isabella wasn’t upset. He was immature and couldn’t get it through his head why she was being the way she was. At that moment, feeling the way she did, she didn’t care. So, she went back to sleep.

Isabella got up around 4:30 pm and took a bath. She called Rick to see if he was coming home for dinner, because she wanted to cook for him. He told her, if she was cooking then he most definitely was coming home and that he’d be there around 7:30. So, she defrosted some pork chops, made some glaze and heated up the broiler.

Daryl didn’t know what to do. He was supposed to be camping. That was the only reason he’d taken the week off and it was already Thursday and he hadn’t done anything. He went home and showered and although, he knew Rick was still mad at him, he headed to the station to see what he was up to. When he got there, Charlie completely gave him the cold shoulder. ‘Fuck him!’ Daryl thought. When he entered Rick’s office, Rick had his face resting in his hands. Daryl knocked and Rick looked up surprised, like his mind had been somewhere else. He had a sullen look on his face.

“What’s wrong? Ya’ look like ya’ lost yer best friend.” He asked Rick.

Rick shook his head and gathered together some loose papers and put them back into a folder, he closed the file that was on his desk and covered it with a pad of paper.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. What are you doing here?” Rick asked him.

“Nothin’, I was bored, so I thought I’d come and bug ya’. Ya’ want me ta’ leave? That seems ta’ be the trend for the day.” Daryl said.

“What’s that mean?” Rick asked.

“Nothin’. What’s wrong with ya’? Ya’ look upset. Don’t tell me yer still pissed at me too.”

Just then Charlie popped his head into Rick’s office door, he completely ignored Daryl.

“Rick, some guy wants to talk to you about a downed speed limit sign on highway 4.” Charlie said.

“Ok, I’ll be out in a minute.” He told Charlie. “Daryl, give me a sec., I’ll be right back.”

Daryl nodded and sat down. Jenner came into the office and told Daryl he needed a piece of paper, so Daryl got up and handed him the pad of paper from Rick’s desk. When he picked it up, he saw Isabella’s name. He handed the tablet to Jenner and then grabbed the file. He was about to open it when Rick came back in.

“What are you doing? Give that to me.” Rick said, reaching for the file.

“Why’s it got Isabella’s name on it? Is this the stuff you were waitin’ for, so ya’ could pay her?”

“Sort of. Now give it to me.” He said, grabbing the file.

“What’s wrong with ya’? Why ya’ tryin’ to hide it from me? What’s in there?”

“There’s personal information in it, some things that you don’t have the authority to read. Things that I don’t have the authority to read.” Rick explained.

Daryl lunged for the file. “What’s in it? Ain’t just her social security number and shit? What else is in there? Let me see it.”

Rick pulled the file back. “Ok, I’ll explain. I contacted her college, thinking they would have the info I needed, but they put me in contact with the scholarship board, who in turn put me in contact with a woman that, I thought worked in vital records. Well, I called her several times requesting Isabella’s information. She never called me back, so the last time I called, I left a message stating who I was and what I needed and then I faxed her a formal request from the county with all the info I thought she’d need to send it to me. Address, phone number and so on. Well, today it came. Only it wasn’t just her vital records.” Rick said.

“Well, what was it? Yer killin’ me here.” Daryl snapped.

“It was her complete welfare file from Child Protective Services. Everything from the time before her parents died until last year.” Rick said, looking down and sighing.

“Everything? Like what kinda’ shit’s in there? Is it bad?” Daryl asked and then he lunged for the file again. “Let me see it.” He said angrily.

“I can’t show it to you, Daryl. It’s personal information, information that I shouldn’t even know about. I will tell you though, there’s a lot of bad in it.”

“Does it say how her parents died? Was she abused. Does it say anything about the thunderstorms and nightmares? Tell me what it says. I have a right ta’ know, Rick!”

“No, you don’t have a right to know unless she tells you herself. I read it and I’m speechless, I wish I didn’t know what was in there, but I do. How her parents died is in there and judging by what she went through when she was four, I understand her fear of the weather and what causes her nightmares. I will tell you this, Daryl. Don’t fuck with her emotions anymore. She doesn’t need any more grief.” Rick told him.

Jenner came into the office and told Rick that there had been a shooting outside a liquor store and he needed to come. Rick put the file in his file cabinet and told Daryl they’d finish talking later, he also asked him to call Isabella and tell her he wouldn’t be home for dinner, because of what happened. Daryl followed Rick out of the office and shut the door behind him. Charlie told Rick he was ready to go and they headed out the door. Daryl had to use the bathroom, so he stayed behind. When he came out of the bathroom he looked around. There were no deputies left in the station, just the dispatcher and a few receptionists. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but he had to know what was in that file, so he snuck into Rick’s office and took the file out of the cabinet. He stuck it down the front of his pants and walked out. He figured Rick would be gone most of the night, he could read it and then put it back without him knowing it.

When he got to his truck, he called Isabella and let her know that Rick wouldn’t be home for dinner and he’d probably be out late. She didn’t sound very happy about being alone, so he asked if he could come over and stay with her. She did want to see him and she didn’t want the food to go to waste, so she said, ‘yes’. Daryl put the file under the blanket in the backseat and headed over. Once she fell asleep he’d look through it. Before he headed over to Rick’s he stopped by the market and bought some Ben & Jerry’s Pistachio, Pistachio. He hoped it would be a peace offering.

Isabella was in a much better mood when Daryl got there. When he walked through the door, she ran up to him and hugged him tight. He sighed a sigh of relief and squeezed her so tight, she gasped for air. They both laughed, he gave her the ice cream which made her smile. God, he loved her smile. She told him to wash his hands and then she set dinner out for the two of them. After they ate, Daryl went into the living room to watch TV, while Isabella made up a plate for Rick and finished cleaning up. When she came out to join Daryl, he was chewing the skin off his thumb and spitting it out into the air.

“What are you doing?” Isabella asked. “Don’t you know that’s bad for you?”

“I ain’t bitin’ my nails, just my thumb. Can’t help it, I’ve always done it.” He smiled.

Isabella smiled back, sat down and curled up next to him. He put his arm around her and she snuggled into to him. He told her ‘Forrest Gump’ was on and it was one of his favorite movies. They’d watched about 10 minutes before she sat up and started kissing his ear. Forrest who? He thought. She moved from his ear to his mouth, starting with small kisses that turned into bigger ones, then she parted his lips with her tongue to search for his. Daryl pushed her gently down on the sofa, she spread her legs for him and he got between them and laid down on top of her. Isabella was wearing a strapless top and a frilly little mini shirt, which was all too convenient for Daryl. He pulled her top down and took her breast into his mouth. She sighed and dug her nails into his back, which made him bite her nipple. She moaned and grabbed a fist full of his hair. This was going to be the night, she thought.  

He ran his hand down her ribcage, over her hip and slipped it under her skirt. His fingers snuck up under the back of her panties and squeezed her beautiful behind, letting his fingers linger ever so close to her wetness. She gasped and bit into his shoulder. Making him growl. He let go of her breast and attacked her neck, sucking and biting from her collarbone all the way up to her ear. When he got to her ear, he ran his tongue along the edge, gently sucking on the lobe, before whispering ‘I’m gonna’ make ya’ feel real good.’’ into it. A chill went down her spine and she whimpered a quiet ‘Ok!’ back to him. He needed friction, so he pressed himself into her. She bucked her hips, giving him the contact he craved. Suddenly, Isabella pushed him off her and rolled out from underneath him, once she was free, she ran her hand down his body and brazenly grabbed at his dick through his jeans. Daryl grunted into her neck and reached down and unzipped his pants, then glided her hand into his jeans. He was rock hard and she loved the feel of him, she put her hand down into his Calvin Klein’s and grasped on to it, running her hand up and down his length.

Daryl grunted again, before grabbing ahold of her breast and running his tongue lightly across her nipple, sending her through the roof. She was on fire down there and she needed his touch. His hand was still up under her skirt and every time he grasped her behind, his fingers got a little bit closer and he could feel the heat radiating from her core.

“Touch me!” She purred, giving his dick a little squeeze, which sent Daryl into a heated frenzy.

Isabella let go of his dick and grabbed a hand full of his hair, lifting his head up. She crashed her lips into his, wet and wild, then she’d teasingly pull away, he’d lunge for her, trying to catch her mouth, but she’d pull away again. She was toying with him and it was driving him crazy. She finally let him catch her, she kissed him hard, then she’d bite his lower lip. Sometimes a little too hard, but he got off on the pain. Isabella climbed on top of him and straddled him, grinding herself against his hardness. This made him shudder and groan with frustration. Then just when he got going, she climbed off and down went her hand gripping his rock-hard dick again, this time grazing her thumb over his slit and coyly playing with his precum. Daryl couldn’t control himself any longer. He kissed her hard, swirling his tongue around hers, while pulling up her skirt and shoving his hand between her legs. She was desperate for him to touch her, she craved his contact. He ran his fingers over her panties, she was soaking wet. She whimpered and wriggled in anticipation, which drove Daryl crazy. He felt like he could explode with the slightest bit of friction.

“Please!” She begged, as he slipped his hand down into her panties and into her wetness. “Oh, God! Daryl, please. I need you.” She panted.

“Shhhh, rabbit. Be patient, you’ll get there.” Daryl teased. “Say it one more time for me, rabbit.”

“Please, please, please!” She pleaded.

He ran his thumb over her clit and she almost screamed, she dug her nails into his arms and cried, “Yes!” This made him smile, he loved that he could get her going like this. It was time he paid her back for the mind-blowing blow job she’d given him the other night. He gently rubbed in circles over that sensitive area, trying to remember what he’d learned on that website. He then took his middle finger and slowly entered her, making her arch her back and cry out in ecstasy. She was on fire and he knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Isabella put her hand on top of his guiding it in and out of her.

“Fuck yeah!” Daryl growled. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

His thumb was still massaging her clit, she was close and she began to squirm underneath him, thrusting into his hand. Isabella grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, just as she came. Shockwaves rippled through her body, causing her to tremble with pleasure. Her body tensed and she bit down into his shoulder.

“Oh, my God!” She screamed. “Yes, oh my God. Daryl, yes!” She rode out her orgasm, writhing in delight and then her body went limp.

Isabella lay there panting, trying to catch her breath.

“Was it good?” A totally turned on Daryl asked her.

“Oh, God yes! Thank you so much! My legs feel like wet noodles, I have no strength.” She laughed.

Just then the front door opened and Rick came in.

“Hey, you guys here?” He hollered.

“Uh… yeah. Don’t come out here, give us a minute.” Daryl said in a panic.

Isabella giggled which made him laugh. She pulled up her top and pulled down her skirt. He tucked his still hard dick into his pants and zipped up quickly.

“Please don’t tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing.” Rick said.

“Nah! It’s all good, we’re good now. Ya’ can come in.” Daryl laughed.

Rick walked hesitantly into the living room to find them both sitting there with smiles on their faces. Isabella’s hair was a mess and Daryl reached out and tried to get it to lay down. This made Rick laugh and shake his head.

“You know, there is a bedroom back there for this kind of thing? Just sayin’.”

They looked at each other and snickered.

“Are you hungry, Rick? I made a plate for you.” Isabella asked.

“I’m starving. Thank you, sweetheart.” He answered.

Isabella got up to heat up his food.

“I guess you guys kissed and made up or I guess you did something and made up. Right?” Rick whispered to Daryl.

“Yeah! I guess ya’ could say that.” Daryl chuckled. “Yer back earlier than I thought you’d be. What happened anyway?”

“Some drunk guy, got into a fight with a woman over a parking space. He called her a few choice words, so she took out her pistol and shot him. She hit him in the shoulder, so he’ll be all right, but she’s looking at some hard time. Over a fucking parking space. People never cease to amaze me. Yeah, I thought I’d be out half the night, but Chris took charge and let me go. I’m glad too, because I’m tired as hell.” Rick explained. “I haven’t been able to sleep since that meeting with Lori, you know?” Daryl shook his head in understanding. “I just want to eat and go to bed. Then you guys can get back to whatever you were doing before I came in.” He winked at Daryl.

Daryl smiled. Isabella called Rick into the kitchen. His eyes lit up, when he saw what she’d made. He took off his gun and laid it on the counter, then sat down at the island to eat.

Isabella grabbed a spoon and the ice cream out of the freezer and returned to the living room to join Daryl. She gave him a sly little smile. Daryl was feeling very good about himself for what he had done. The website really paid off. They shared the ice cream, Isabella spoon fed it to Daryl while he continued watching the rest of ‘Forrest Gump’ and Rick went up to bed. Isabella cuddled into Daryl’s chest and eventually fell asleep. He was disappointed because he wanted to fool around some more, he was definitely going to have blue balls. He picked her up and carried her quietly into the bedroom and laid her in her bed. He covered her up and kissed her softly on the cheek, then he turned off the main light, leaving the closet light on for her. He left the room and shut the door behind him. He headed straight out to his truck to get the file that Rick didn’t want him to see. He was going to find out what was in it, he was going to find out everything. He just had to be quiet, as not to wake her or Rick up. He sat on the sofa in the dimly lit living room and opened the file and began to read.

After three hours of thumbing through papers and skimming over paragraphs, Daryl closed the folder. He sat there in the dark and thought about his rabbit and the hell that she’d been through. It made him sick, thinking of her being subjected to such horrible things. It was clear to him why she chose not to remember her childhood. It was clear to him why thunderstorms were such a big deal and it was clear to him that if it was the last thing, he did, he was going to fuck her brother up. He could understand why she had bad dreams. The stuff he read in her file was going to give him nightmares.