#let the poor old man sleep in peice

[solar-satan]

do you think he'd sleep like this

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Because I finally am getting around to it.

*im merging some ideas. So the godkillers with a child reader that's like @hoshi-neko-hikari Hikari and @the-plushie-friendships Ames so...meh.*

Brunhilde was looking around for a chance as she was trying to get a mortal to help her with things but thanks to a mixup with her spell she summoned you.

You were of course an orphan that lived a long time in a orphanage with no friends and some terrible parents. You had yourself. Your plushies. And your imagination.

You were summoned in your sleep so when you woke up you were in a fancy room surrounded by a beautiful garden Brunhilde was the first to find you along with Göll both were confused and worried as well this was a tiny child. In Valhalla. While alive.

Now it took the eldest sister at least a month to send you back but Noone wanted to send you back. The sisters especially Hollk and Thrud fell in love with you. And it was an instant when you found a pair of loving parents you still don't know why mama Eve and Papa Adam cried when you called them mommy and daddy. But they loved you you loved them.

You were small adorable and had enough cat traits everyone thought you were a kitten. Hollk saw you as adorable and Thrud wanted to just hold you and love you as she just was so very emotional involving you. The urge got stronger after you started opening up and showing off plushies you made. No Thrud wasn't crying because of your adorableness. She wasn't. (She was.)

It didn't take you too long to be found by Hercules one day when you wandered around. The larger Greek hero was a bit scary as he was a stranger but he was so friendly and caring it was nice and he soon showed you off to the other gods.

You weren't sure about most of them. Hades and Bhudda were cool Shiva and his wives didn't want to give you back now there were a few that confused you. Posiden wasn't willing to look at you. Ares and Hermes always kept you away from the weird old man. [Zues] and apparently the Valkyries forbid Loki from getting too close.

But back to today! Someone for some reason decided to give babysitting role for today to Apollo you saw him as weird he was always with many girls and he was always mean to Ares.. so when you saw he was using you to get some girls you got out of the stroller he had you to wander and you wandered so far you ended up in a new area.

Derail:you had found yet another garden and waddled around with sparkling eyes looking at all the flowers so takeing an opportunity you took out some teddy bears and had a tea party. Soon you looked up and saw him. He was a large broad man in a dark blueish purple suit with a crown and a robe you were very scared as he was a large presence but you heard one of your big sister Alvitr yell out 'OLD MAN WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?' She then saw you and got worried running over why you were here. But the large man who turned out to be a king walked up to you and gently knelt down. "Hello little one. Where are your parents?" Alvitr soon smacked him up the head and explained everything. The king nodded and gently gave you a pat on your head as he made a small gesture which resulted in his sons and daughters coming over. Which soon became his daughters teaching you how to make flower crowns as his sons let you pet their dragons and the Griffen as you showed off your plushies. Of course the youngest of the pets sat on you. Between the Treble the trouble making Griffen and the large motherly dragon laying her wing on you his family smiled that they have claimed you as theirs and pitted the poor knobhead who'd try to hurt you as you slept.

Deku:you were attracted to the noise of a movie and when you walked in you saw several peices of hero merchandise and the movie kept going. As the movie lead to another hero movie and even animated children movies you got your plushies out as you wanted them see the movies with you. You only noticed someone else was there as big sister Randgriz was telling a 'Izuku' about you. As a massive 7 and a half foot man moved several heavy looking things that Ares called 'Dumbells' to make more space and sat on his couch with you as he put Randgriz and Zerofuku with you and smiled. He would take time to make small talk with you and explain things to you. On the span of a couple hours he'd got you to be a fan of heros especially A spider hero! Now. How to explain to Brunhilde why her newest little family member is trying to get bitten by spiders. And yes she almost strangled Bun.

Paradox:you wandered and saw a glimpse of you biggest sister and walked up to the bed and tried to jump on but you were far too small and sat at the foot of the bed. You looked around and saw some workout gear a large bed and various game stuff along with a computer and a TV but you then snapped back to the bed and made a small sad melw. Hearing this a man you haven't seen before that was almost the size of big sissy picked you up and blinked he then mumbled 'babi kitty' and he put you in the bed when you went up to your sister and curled up next to her as she hugged you he awed and got closer and cuddled both of you cooing about what he's seeing.

Kaito:you were hearing a collection of bells as you entered one room and turned around to see a man in a robe and straw hat he soon sat down and took his hat off as a crow sat on his head. You saw how purple he was and how sparky his eyes were and you introduced yourself the man's crow explained everything and introduced themselves you were very fine with the new man as he slowly taught you sign language and the crows that fly around him were appreciating you petting them and feeding them. You were happy you had new bird friends.

Tsugu:as you wandered you heard music from a band and being curious you walked in and saw a cluttered room. There was so many musical things and instruments. After a bit you decided to hum to which the girl caught on to your presence which she soon inviter you over and then spent her with you. Playing singing and recording music and watching cartoons and reading manga. In a weird form of irony you fell asleep on her and thanks to your presence on her belly Tsugu couldn't do anything and as a result she soon fell asleep as she had noting to do and you were soft and warm.

Mai:you found this place by accident but when you wandered in you thought you were in a royal meeting as you saw so many women here that look like princesses and queens. You giggled and went alrind playing with everyone and like normal everyone was happy to entertain you as they cooed and petted you. They squealed when you mewed or purred and soon you let put a yawn and one person held you gently and put you in a bed with a few sleeping women that soon dragged you closer to them as the last one who held you was a woman who looked like she was made of cotton candy to the point you gave her a nibble to which she woke up giggling as it tickled. She soon held you in her arms and spent the whole day carrying you in a baby carrier. She's not going to give you back. Ever.

Meanwhile Apollo is Flipping out destroying his whole island trying to find you all the whole while Hades was dangerously close to striking his idiot nephew with a smack up the head with his fist as Zues sent out someone to stop Adam and Eve as both broke down the front door furious someone lost their daughter and let that useless womanizer watch her! Don't worry he'll be fine..in a month.. and you'll be found hours later by a pair of doves who inform your new family.

I'm using @hazawatsugu tsugu and Mai belongs to @splatoonfan88 also @ask-mother-of-all-mankind (eve mention! :3)

[blushingwithafever]

TMAHC week day 3: sickfic || misunderstanding || overwhelmed

I finished this at around 7 am so apologies if there’s any errors, I’ll fix them later on

Set sometime while Martin is still sleeping at the Institute

To be completely honest, Jon had no idea how he made it to work in one peice this morning.

Actually, it could be counted as afternoon now since it was around half past twelve when he stumbles into the Institute, but he still made it, and that’s all that counts.

He’d slept through the multiple alarms he had set, which was unusual for him since he’s normally not the deepest sleeper— the drop of a pen was enough to wake him with a start these days. A pulsing pain within his skull eventually drew him out of the comforting darkness of sleep as it throbbed in time with the annoying beep of his alarm. He wanted nothing more than to let sleep take him away again, away from the pain, but he knew he had to get up and head out.

Suck it up, you’re fine. It’s not even that bad. You’re just being dramatic, he grit his teeth as his exasperated grandmother’s voice rung out in his aching head. 

“Let’s get on with it then” Jon muttered while he scrubbed a hand down his slightly flushed face.

The day only seemed to get worse the more it dragged on.

He was already late, which of course Tim just had to make snide comments on, it was making the pounding headache turn into feeling like a jackhammer across his temples. It was bad enough that he was shambling down the hall like a drunkard, having to hold onto the wall for support every few steps, but he almost let out a frustrated groan when he heard Tim’s footsteps follow him.

He has neither have the time or the energy for this.

He wants to be left alone, is that so much to ask?

His office.

All he has to do was reach his office and he could find some peace, he was so desperate already that he flung open the door and slammed it after his entrance, nearly toppling over afterwards and wincing hard. He hadn’t actually meant for the door to slam shut as hard as it did, but the damage was done and he was regretting it. He had to lean back against the door as he rubbed at his temples with both hands, the loud slam made the pain 10x worse.

At least he was alone now. Alone in the quiet darkness, that seemed to help slightly after a couple of minutes.

The next three and a half hours are an agonizing blur of statement readings and recordings. A deep ache had made itself at home in his bones and his small frame is wracked with chills that switches to a sweltering heat in the blink of an eye. His free hand reaching up unconsciously to jam two fingers into his temple again for the umpteenth time, this time frowning when he notices the heat and sweat on his brow.

He isn’t sure if his throat feels sore from all the reading without anything to drink or if it’s just a little added bonus to his illness— but the coughs he produces after clearing his throat are answer enough.

Lucky him.

He’ll finish this statement, it’s getting a bit hard to focus anyway, and then lie down in the cot for a quick 10 minute power nap.

It’s worked in the past so why wouldn’t it now?

He remembers the old bottle of paracetamol in his desk before getting up, knowing that he should probably take something before heading over to the storage room, but his face falls upon finding it empty without so much as a rattle. Well... so much for that.

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Martin quietly shuffles around the Institute after hours; making sure everything’s locked up tight, washing up in the restroom, fixing himself dinner and a cuppa, and settling down by watching the telly in the break room before heading to bed on the cot that Jon lent him for the time being. It’s been his nightly routine since Jane Prentiss trapped him.

There’s no one else here to his knowledge, even Jon’s office is dark and empty, so he doesn’t expect company until at least 6 or 7 am.

Jon usually got here the earliest but today he threw a bit of curve ball at them by arriving at 12:30 pm while looking quite disheveled, almost like he’d just rolled out of bed. 

He really didn’t look good, and Martin wanted to press on the matter, but he’d promised to do the lunch run today so it would have to wait. By the time he returned, Tim made sure to let everyone know that ‘boss’ was in a mood. Martin went to check on him but decided against it when he felt the locked handle and heard Jon’s strained voice while he read aloud. He’d just check in before Jon goes home then.

He must have missed him.

But if Jon’s well enough to leave then he must be fine, maybe he was just exhausted after a few nights of restless sleep— Martin now knows the feeling.

He almost falls asleep in one of the wooden chairs as the show he was attempting to watch drags on. Turning off the boring show, he makes his way to the restroom one last time to change into sweats and a tee.

The silence of the Institute after hours is probably something he’ll never get used to. There’s just something eerie to it, like it’s too quiet, too calm.

A noise cuts through the silence, effectively spooking him, that’s coming from further down the corridor ahead of him. He’s not sure he wants to continue after that but he thinks it sounded like a moan of pain, there’s a beat of hesitation before his curiosity and concern win out as he continues to silently press on.

The door to the storage room is ajar so he makes his way over with caution until he can peer inside. What he sees isn’t what he was expecting. Jon’s on the cot, curled in on himself and shaking like a leaf while the blanket is hanging off the edge onto the floor. Martin’s quick to enter, concern overtaking caution as he hurries his way over.

“Jon?” Martin starts softly as to not cause more harm than good, “I thought you went home.”

He doesn’t like that Jon barely stirs at the intrusion, but instead he focuses on taking in more of the sight before him. Jon’s face looks too drawn and pale, a high flush on his cheeks, sweat making his shirt cling to his skin, and the ragged breathing that had a slight wheeze on the end— he looks a right mess. Before he even realizes it, he’s reaching a hand out to brush against Jon’s forehead.

He expects Jon to startle when he touches him, but the only response he gets is another moan that gets choked off as the poor man’s voice cracks painfully.

“Oh, Jon” Martin coos while brushing sweaty bangs out of the way, “that’s a pretty nasty fever you’ve got.”

Jon really doesn’t want to wake up and he wants to open his eyes even less with the spinning sensation he’d felt earlier when he woke. He registers a warm hand brushing his hair and chances cracking one eye open. It’s so gentle, working out the tangles and smoothing his sweat soaked curls, he almost falls back asleep before the person says something he can’t make out.

“Wha’d say?” It comes out a lot less elegant than he wants it to but whoever it is seems to get the point.

“I asked how you were feeling.” Martin is as patient as a ever while he watches Jon’s eyes blink blearily up at him as of trying to process what’s going on and what’d he just said.

“M’tin” recognition flashes in glassy eyes when he sees that Martin isn’t in his usual clothes anymore. “S’rry, I’ll get up. Jus’ needa sec.”

“No, no you’re fine there” Martin’s hands hover over Jon should he need to push him back down but Jon’s arms give out before then, “stay right here. You’re alright. I’d like to get a read on that fever and a bottle of water for you.”

“But your cot—”

“Don’t worry about it, plus it’s really yours and you need it more than me. Now, can you stay here for me? I’ll just be a second.”

Martin’s satisfied with the small nod he receives and bolts out to the break room for the first aid kit and a bottle of water from the fridge. Jon’s still in the same spot when he returns to his side.

He must really feel poorly if he’s accepting help so easily, Martin bites his lip while shifting through the kit, looking for everything he needs.

It’s a good thing he always checks the kit to make sure it’s well stocked with whatever the crew might need. He holds out the thermometer and waits for Jon to open his mouth far enough to slip it in. He’s already shaking a few tablets out of the bottle of paracetamol before the device beeps.

39.6

Martin tsks softly, helping Jon sit up before depositing two tablets and the bottle of water into his shaky hands. He doesn’t even complain when Martin helps lift the bottle to his lips.

The quick interaction seems to take what little energy Jon had left out of him as he slumps bonelessly against Martin, head pillowed on his chest. He’s never seen Jon like this before, and of course that’s concerning, but at least he doesn’t have to suffer alone through it.

“Stay” Jon whispers hoarsely against Martin before an even quieter, “please.”

“I’ll be here.” Martin shifts slightly to run a hand through Jon’s hair, gently coaxing him to sleep. He holds back a chuckle when he watches Jon try to fight against closing his droopy eyes.

Martin stays with him for the rest of the night and doesn’t dare move his body except for the hand that’s playing with Jon’s hair, even though the heat of the fever penetrates his shirt and leaves him a bit uncomfortable and sweaty— it’s well worth it.

[fluffyballme]

Garden

Let's put this in their second year, because we all know they are school sweethearts

It was sunday and spring just started which means Neville will be there to see his beautiful flowers grow

He dressed fast and eated faster and if Harry wasn't staring at Draco he would be suprised of why is he hurrying so much

But Hermione explained him (because she is good friend and remembers when her firends talks about something they love) as she continued reading book

And so he made it to green house just in time and oh god he could already see small flowers growing! Spring is-

There was anoder boy, at his flowers, smelling them and talking to them- what is going on?

,,Umm sorry uh.. who are you?"

,,Theodore Nott"

He was Slytherin, he heard about him

He was different from other Slytherins Neville met, he was much more caring than other Slytherins, he heard about him because kids weren't so nice so they talked behinde his backs mean stuff about "how he could be Slytherin when he should be Hufflepuff!" and other mean things he doesn't even want to remember

And that boy- Theodore made him feel.. weird

He had small curls at end of his hair, like really small, he smiled to him- he also had most beautiful smile ever and his eyes, god his eyes

,,I am sorry I just wanted to see these flowers-" he started to explain himself and why he is here but just stopped, ,,I am sorry, I will leave if I am making toruble"

He apologised and wanted to leave but Neville couldn't let him leave

,,No! Uh I mean, no you can stay, I mean I have nothing against you here because this is school's and everybody is welcome- I am sorry, I am talking to much"

And Theodore laughed and Neville felt like he could die instantly, his laugh was soo cute that it made Neville blush and amile softly

,,How is this plant called?"

,,Leaping Toadstools"

,,Oh and that?!"

,,Mimbulus mimbletonia"

,,And that! What's that? It looks soo beautiful!"

,,Uhh it's just Narcissus."

,,Oh.."

Neville just couldn't help but smile/blush whole time Theodore was asking him

And from that moment they just somehow started to hang more and more, it just happened

It started as hang outs in green house and then as learning sessions, walking around halls together and even eating together

Sometimes if day was bad other would take food from great hall for both and would sit on wall eating silently enjoying each others company

They became inseaprable

And finally in 4th year Neville got courage to ask him out

Both never realised they were falling in love but they were, hard

Theo blushed hard when Neville (finally) asked him out

And Neville was so stupid because he thought Theo would reject him- quoting Theo Nott's words!

On their first date Neville was a little late and he got good reason, he was picking narcissa's for Theo because now Neville made plan, from now on till rest of his life he will give Theo one narcissa after he got from work (not that he was so madly in love that he was already planing marrying Theo and spending rest of his life with him, certanly not!)

Theo blushed when Neville explained why he was late

But loved Neville even more because of how caring and sweet person he is

And so they dated, at first it was awkward for both because they were also each other's best friends but what they felt wasn't friendly, it was more than friendly feelings

They were school sweethearts, both socialy awkward to show it in public but alone they couldn't get enough of each other

And then everything started

(Theo for every Neville's birthday sended him present and one narcissus in sign of love)

Dark Lord is back.

Death Eaters were called and Neville not knowing Theo's family were Death Eaters, talked about how he joined Dumbledore's Amry and he should too! He praised everything against Dark Lord and Theo agreed , he hated Dark Lord and loved his family

Neville was always caring boyfriend and he will stay one forever, but it was just he never noticed Theo being off, he never noticed Theo being forced into being Death Eater

And so war started and everybody had their side; one heart broken in two peices, both good but teared into something more than themselves

But Theo decided he couldn't do it

So he ran and ran and ran

He run to try to find Neville, he wanted him, needed his soft hugs, softer kisses and his calming voice telling him everything's gonna be fine

He found him just before fight started, Neville was preparing for fight all tensed

He noticed Theo and he wanted nothing more than run to him and give him biggest hug ever, but he can't, he couldn't

He ignored him and Theo's poor heart broken every time more and more until he screamed on top of his lungs at Neville making him listen

He explained that he (and Draco, Blaise and Pansy and half of Slytherins) were forced into becoming Death Eaters because of their pureblood families, he apologised for not telling him, for just running away from him, for everything he could

And Neville kissed him hard and pssionate- he never kissed him like this unless they were having small make out sessions-

That was last time Theo saw him (he had to defent Hogwarts) and so did Theo, this was his true home

He stood next to Draco and Blaise looking at Harry's dead face and crazy lunatic of wizard being happy over finally killing a teenager

Draco screamed on top of his lungs when he saw Harry's dead body in Hagrids amrs

They all fought together, side by side

They all sat down in circle next to each other cuddiling still in shock

He was in Neville's conforting arms, everything was already better

(everyone spend their summer in Grimudal place taking care of each other, it was better with company)

Eight year came and every student got job help rebuilding Hogwarts

Neville got to rebuild Green house with Theo and planting plants, drawing on pots, cleaning mess and making new furniture for Green house was Neville's best dream ever and he wish never to wake up

,,Neville, look! Narcissus are growing, who planted them?"

,,I did- uh that's our flower so I had to, you know plant that one too ove-" he was cut off by Theo kisssig him with biggest smile on his face

_

It was hot summer day, it just fited for late July weather. In early morning was still cold and little foggy but at 12 it already started to brun, afternoon was kind of better but only from 5 and then night falls and it was once more colder.

Neville was just sitting on ground in garden, it was around 6pm and he was enjoying in shade that house made while slight wind was making perfect shade for Neville to take care of his plants.

It was late July, to be more precise it was 30th of July Neville's birthday. Whole day owls were just flying in and out of their house bringing birthday cards sending him best wishes, much love and even more happines and of course teasing how old he is now. All of them made him happy and he loved every single one of his friends, he was luckiest man alive to have such great friends and even better husband- Theodore Nott, oops Theodore Longbottom.

Today Neville got to sleep late in morning, to be precise he woke up at 10am and there was already over 20 letters waiting for him to be opened. But also there was no sight of his husband, actually his husband went missing for whole day but Neville was sure he's doing something very important so he didn't want to bother but also that meant he would have whole day for himself to relax and enjoy on his birthday.

So he did. Whole day he waited for weather to cold down so he could go out and take care of his beautiful and big garden. And it finally cold down, it was perfect time to garden and drink tea or some cold drink in garden. So he made himself a cup of tea and put on table on balcony they had to cold down a little while he took his tools for garden and went in garden.

,,There you are!" Soon enough Neville heard so fimiliar voice behind him and he recognised it the second he heard his voice.

,,Oh there you are! I was now a little worried where are you whole day." Neville confessed as he was about to stand up to greet his husband but it was too late, Theo already kneeld down to kiss his beloved husband.

,,Yeah well I was searching for something special and it's of course for you." Theo said slightly moving away from Neville's comfrotable pressence to get what was in bag, ,,Here you go, new plant book! I knew yoy were searching for this for a long time and well I kinda pulled few strings to get it," Theo confessed and laughed to himself a little and he continued, ,,and how would this be your birthday without these," Theo suddenly pulled from his back beautiful white flowers; narcissus. ,,happy birthday love." Theo wished to Neville as he pulled him from kiss and smiled softly while he still conected their forheads together.

,,Thank you love." Neville thanked him as he smiled softly being blessed he has such husband, God was he lucky.

Im literally posting this in 23:15, but i was preparing for hospital im going in tomorrow so i didnt have time to finish this but whatever; happy birthday to one of my fav characters ever, he learned me that i can be who i am no matter how i look outisde its important who i am inside! So here it is for neville and he's lovely husband, happy birthday! <3

[cottoncandydreamsxoxo]

A shoulder to cry on.

This is my first fanfic so be gentle, I tried to do a fluffy one so sorry if it’s not that wholesome. :( this is based on the best au ever! by @shinyzango ‘s 2d bendy au. I got inspired to make a fanfic ever since reading the 2d au fanfics of the name @pooka-dragon and the art of @squigglydigg , made me love how creative 2d bendy can be!

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Henry breathed in the ink incarnated air of the studio, his clothes covered with black and soulless ink after all the encounters with there foes, a calm look on his face, which was a first, waiting for the next thing to set them off there course. He looked somewhat in war with his emotions. He dint know what to feel, he dint have the time to figure out what was truly going down, the searchers, sammy...he despised His own worry the most, making him do stupid things for the cute little demon bendy. Stuck in a page with no known ways of getting out, a cartoon with pointy horns and his body bold black.

Henry would lay bendy on one of the studios inky shelves upright so he can talk with him if he needed to. Henry would not ask the demon any more questions and would look around for anything useful. “Today seems diffrent dosent it?” Bendy would reply, “change is bad..” as bendy thought of what worse could be coming, Henry would look at him and sigh. “I know you’re sick of the fighting, don’t make it give you the blues. It will end one day i promise you.” Henry was a kind man, ashamed of the bad times but looked upon them as a somewhat chance for change. He looked at bendy, who looked overly sad. Henry would stop and go over “what’s with the long face bud?” Bendy would try and calm down slightly before awnsering, his voice matching his lead face “difference in this place is NEVER okay! I’m scared if you getting hurt, what will I do if you die.” Henry looked at him with a sad yet but understanding expression “live on for me.” Bendy was suprised and spechless at this reply and looked at henry, Henry would sadly smile back.

All his mind was filled about cheering his little freind up. Not noticing anything behind him. suddenly Henry noticed bendys mortified expression. “What’s up bud?” Henry would point behind Henry for when Henry would notice it was too late anway. It was a searcher, not just one but the biggest numbers you’ve ever seen. heard a “HENRY!” And was knocked unconscious, the last sounds he heard was someone tearing up. That’s what they were doing they were repopulating, Henry was on the floor, some searchers looming over him. “HENRY! Please wake up, WAKE UP!” The searchers looked violent and were probably about to hurt Henry. Bendy was crying at this point, sick of seeing his freind get hurt. Bendy could do barley nothing, though there was hope. “”We need you Henry...I need you Henry.” There was no chance he was waking up from his voice any day.

The searchers looked ready with there outright hideous and evil extior Accidentally a searcher had knocked bendy off the shelf and made the page float down to an ink puddle, bendy immediately shapeshifted into his monster form. Out of his page and somewhat In reality. He grabbed Henry, his large, beast like, cold and inky hands were not enough to wake henry. He was out cold. Bendy risked his life by quickly getting off the page, luckily there was a side room he could protect Henry in until he woke up, he saw it on his right. He immediately dashed inside and held Henry gently so he dint hurt him, meanwhile... Henry was stuck in a dream with no known way to get Out. The lovely demon would comfort him.

Henry was dreaming about the studio, the place of nightmares. The place he so foolishly decided to get a job at. he would be in a world of his own. black, dark and hell-like place. He would be strapped into a chair, tight rope concealed him from getting a anywhere. There stand joey, in his view range standing up and looking at him with that sick twisted grin of his that always sended shivers down Henry’s spine even in the old days. “What do you want!” Henry asked him intimidatingly. Joey would just laugh as a reply which made Henry confused as he began to go closer to Henry, his voice had a devious tone. “Why you know what I want old freind! Don’t be blind! I want my company to overthrow and rule this earth. I want this plain ol’ studio to eco me the place of big sales and success, so big you won’t be able to hold it in youre pockets!” Henry would look at him angerily as he approached even further “YOU SICK PHY-“ Henry got stopped as jeoy forcefully banged henrys head against the wall behind him. “Let’s act like civil men, shall we?” Henry looked at joey even more angrily than ever as he stared the man down.

“What do you want from me?” Henry asked with a growl. Joey would just look him with his lying eyes, “I want you.” “IM NOT FOR YOURE PL-“ Henry got slapped by joey quickly and strongly. “You dint remember what I said, do you?” Henry looked at him with searing rage. “Me, you, join together and work for the master plan, what I’ve created. You will never think the same way about this studio again...” he got a little freaked out but kept his cool, “mad-man.” Henry muttered under his breath. “What do you think makes it the so bold and brave you’re Caling it?” Henry asked with a little bit of a growl. “I’m planning to make this the most empowering, popular, skyrocketing and superior animation studios in all of earth’s entirety. I want to force them to praise our little demon darling and watch other false creators crumble under our feet!” Henry got startled by this, “I know you like amazing for perfection but don’t you think we’re going to far?” His eyes and voice shaked. “Oh no my old freind, I think we’re going for achieving to little. By the time this is done I want the, to worship him and would even give there life and soul for him!” He watched as joeys laugh was the only sound I’m the room, he was to spechless and shaky to say anything. “I want them to empower the name Joey Dre-“ Henry broke. “YOU SICK PERSON. I WILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN! NEVER! IF I WAS UNTIED I WOULD PUNCH YOU!” Joey just laughed it off. “We both don’t want that, do we?”

He was suspicious about looking more into his plans, he would try and get it out of Joey so he could immediately stopped it. He would stop trying to get that out and stares at the anonymous inky blob that looked unnaturally familiar behind 1 foot behind Joey, black and ominous. Henry eyes locked scared. “W-w-who is that?” He was scared it was his little bud. “Just a freind who was...misled..” the inky blob turned around and it was the dereded truth. “B-b-bud...” “LET HIM GO! WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU!” He would try and become untied so bad struggling and shaking. Bendy looked traumatised and petrifired. “Please...please...let him go...poor bud.” He was now tearing up and shaking trying to escape, “please...I’ll do anything just please let him go...safe...in one peice, okay?” “I don’t think that can happen.”

Joey would hurt bendy, which made her cry and shiver in reality silently reapeating no with a scared looking face. Expericing trsumstic Images infornt of his eyes, he was shaking imcerdiblg fast. He cried silently but a lot, his face was slightly scared but mostly emotionless,men dy knew something was wrong...Which made bendy worried, worried for his little freind and what was making him so startled. He would be confused of the silent mutterignncomign from Henry, the muttering made him even more worried. bendy would gently try and wake Henry up from this scarring nightmare. Hoping he would be okay after it, wanting his freind to be happy. The searchers were close but weklojgs since of there ink insides so they couldn’t hurt bendy but they could hurt Henry and possibly do worse. bendy gently would put him in a cradle position as he wanted to comfort his freind until he woke up, he would be very gentle as he knew Henry was fragile and easy to hurt.

He cares for his pal ever since he first met him and dint want anything to helped to the poor guy. He nuzzled him, tirelessly with no hesitation hoping it would save him from his nightmare, Bendy prayed with all his heart that it would be able to free the poor fella. Henry tiredly woke up as it was to cold to be asleep at this time, his eye lids gently opened to see bendy I’m his monster form, not on his page nuzzling him vigorously. He whimpered as well at Henry, hoping he wasn’t stressed out of negative feeling. After that experience. Henry noticed this and would gently pet his head which made him extraordinarily happy, he had ended up making to sho away the searchers while Henry was passed out. “I’m okay bud, I’m alright. Please don’t worry. I must’ve passed out or something.” said Henry as he would sit up. They would be happy and postitive I’ve there were both safe unhurt, henry sighed with relief as he looked at his bud with that smile of his bendy always used to do.

Henry would look up at bendy. With a faint smile and a slight snigger he said “It’s getting late bud, you better go to sleep.” Bendy looked at him sternly as he used to stay up all the time, 24/7, doing something else beside sleeping. Exposing the slight bags under his eyes that never went away. He always would always overwork himself and never sleep, bendy knew how important is was for humans like Henry to sleep. He wanted him to take a breather from all his heavy all nighters and stop punching himself to the limit. He would do make sure Henry slept today, no matter what. “Fine, I’ll got to sleep with you bud, but all you had to do is ask.” He would watch Henry, making sure he did what he said. He went to sleep within five minutes, with that bendy wa happy. His old man was finally sleeping again. Bendy would shut his inky eyes and sleep with the Henry, ending there adventures for that day...

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Yes! It’s finally done!

Sorry, it took me several days to compelte but it was worth it! My first fanfic ever! Hope you like it.

[goddamnmuses-a]

Dan Watches: Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope

Alright so I did this for Episode I which you can find here and then Episode II which you can find here and then Episode III which you can find here. So here’s my weird live reaction/note taking/whatever this is.. to Episode lV.

I remember this being my favourite of the original trilogy because it sets everything up and basically kick started everything but lets see if that changes when i’ve finally got through all of these. 

Also I’m just watching whatever version i can find online because I can’t be bothered to go and find my dvd of it so yeah.. whether we get weird updated version or original effects or whatever, who knows. 

All the old effects like how C3p0 looks and r2d2 are impressive. 

There wasn’t really anything in the opening crawl i felt like commenting on, no big THEY DID THAT IN THE OPENING? but i guess it’s the first one that came out so that makes sense. 

WTF did the stormtroopers use to get that door open, that was so explosive wtf.

Also the blasters are like set to 10000 and smoke is everywhere. 

How did nobody shoot the dorids?

Yooo little Ani nice suit my dude. 

Hold on, she sent a msg with r2 to go to Obiwan which for 1 howd she know he’s alive? I’m gonna presume her dad said or something and 2.. ..why not just.. go yourself? 

So when they’re set to stun a Stormtrooper can shoot someone no problem

Also we dont get enough stun weird circle blaster shots

Ohhhh she didnt go because the scan for lifeforms thing alright ill allow it

but my dude.. even so.. maybe just shoot it just in case? like.. droids exist and people know about them?

DARTH VADERS LITTLE HANDS ON HIPS! Omfg he’s like “God damn, this bitch again.”

This Vader is a sassy boy. 

I love this guy who works with Vader and doesnt mind chatting back to him. 

Loving the droids in the desert. 

R2 does not look like it would work in a desert. 

C3 like “He tricked me into going this way” stop being a lil bich. 

WOOTINI!

The crawler thingy is badass. 

I thought that was a magnet it was just a big sucky pipe. 

GONK

Oh yep theres the new effects. 

Droids sleep? I guess power saver mode. 

Wtf is that dome droid

Luke! Luuuuuke! Iconic 2 words there. Well reused for that episode of Rebels where Obiwan watches from a distance. 

Bocce.. what a classic language. 

OMG OWEN JUST LET HIM GO INTO TOSHE STATION TO PICK UP SOME POWER CONVERTERS JEEEEZ 

How is that “wasting time with friends” and not chores, going into town to get something sounds like a chore to me. 

Why did they get an atromech anyway? Like.. what’d they need the other droid for? 

C3 is a real bro lbh, if it wasn’t for him, R2 would be with the jawa still. 

Oooh oil bath. sexy. 

I wonder if people ship R2 and C3 because tbh it makes sense to me. 

Luke got an erection at the mention of the rebellion. 

Now it’s getting harder at that random blurry image of his sister. 

R2 is a cheeky lil shit. 

This is just some good home life shit. 

Dat soundtrack. 

You know what.. it’s a really nice home. 

Is it just me or is Owen dressed kinda Jedi-y. 

So is “Sand People” like the racist way to say “Tusken Raider”?

Obiwan, thats a ridiculous fucking noise. 

“Hello There” iconic. 

You know what the Prequels do add a lot to this. 

A young Jedi named Darth Vader.. im sorry.. thats just not a name. 

For someone who wants to get off the planet, Lukes like “Naa but i gotta get home”

Obiwan also just being like “You know what, fuck it here.. lets go.”

You know what as much of a bitch as that guy who gets force choked is, he’s a good actor. 

Also Tarkin yay. 

NOOOOO OWEN AND BERU! YOU BASTARDS!

I feel like he should have dropped to his knees or something there. 

That is a scary droid. 

Cool door close. 

Thats a weird ass CG droid with a hole in. 

None of the other storm troopers gonna wonder why Dave’s being weird? 

Wahey! Figrin Dan and the Model Nodes! Love that Jizz music. 

Who just ugs on the back of a bartenders shirt? Wtf Luke

Yo he didnt even pay for his drink, free drinks?

Who gets the death sentance in 12 systems and goes around bragging? 

The first arm cut off and theres all sortsw of blood which there shouldnt be because lightsabers cauterize the wound, tut tut. 

Gooood scene with Han and Obi, honestly i keep forgetting to comment because im just watching xD

Wahey! Greedo 

If we’re doing a han shot first thing.. Greedo shot first in this version and missed and then Han shot him but tbh i prefer the Han shot first.. makes him more interesting. 

Jabba looks smaller. 

Casual Boba Fett appearance. 

Yooo Poncho. My boy Cal approves. 

Fuck those weird long nose aliens. 

The Falcon looks so good. 

Get those poor guys by the Death Star laser a damn rail. 

We just cool with igniting the lightsaber in front of Han and Chewie? Chewie at least knows wtf it is.

Chewie is a badass. 

Let the Wookie win. 

WTF that isnt the lightspeed effect.. it’s like a weird blanket tunnel 

The fact they get onto the Death Star with no issue is kind of ridiculous. 

The motion of Darth Vader is kinda just.. not fitting right. 

Han just pat Chewie like hes a dog. Rude. 

Han just gets caught up in this without a choice rly. 

He just wants those sweet credits. 

Also Set Design on Star Wars is amazing. 

Leia just lounging all sexy like 

Also does she have a stain on her tit? .. Not that im looking >.>

The Jedi being called a religion is kinda weird but i guess accurate. 

This has to be the worst star to a friendship for all three of them. Chewie seems cool though. 

I also thought the trash compactor scene was earlier on in this movie than it is. 

Who the fucks voice was it that said “Thats your imagination” ? 

How the fuck are they standing if the water is that deep?

I liek the touch of the monster whos name im sure i learnt but forgot let go as if it knew the trash compactor was about to turn on, that implies it has a safe spot down there that it stays. 

Some of the voices sound off on this but ah well 

Hans already a little Handsy with Leia but i think Harrison Ford was sleeping with Carie at the time so like.. i get it. 

Obiwan just strolling about, as you do. 

I love just these giant pits with walkways with no rails. If I worked on the Death Star it’d be a nightmare for me to get around. 

“NO WAIT THEY’LL HEAR!” ...and they’re not gonna hear you shouting?

Stormtroopers just shooting the shit is the best. 

You know what with everyone being like “Wow that ships a shitheap.” I can understand why the prequels made their ships look nicer and newer. 

I love that shooting a door panel in star wars just makes it so the doors wont open at all, thats some good shit. 

Lukes as bad of a shot as a Stormtrooper. 

First little kissy incesty moment but hey it was on the cheek, universally thats fine but im sure at the time this was him setting up that Luke and Leia were gonna end up together, before he decided they were siblings. 

Vader just standing there, lightsaber already out like “Ahhh Mr.Kenobi I’ve been expecting you”

As lack luster as the chroeography is in this fight im kinda thinking of it as like, they’re reading each other, like Obiwan and Maul’s final fight. 

I don’t really know why Obiwan just chooses to die like that but heyo. 

Vader stomping on Obiwans clothes? Why? I guess because he gave himself to the force and thats the first time he’s seen that? 

I love the gunner seats moving around, idk why i just love it. 

Whats the point of the ear peices if they’re just gonna shout at each other. 

Not mentioned it until now but everyone says Leia wrong. 

They’re really harsh to Han tbf

This is like if you got an Uber to a place and then the Uber driver got pulled into a police station because you’re a terrorist and then you have a go at the Uber driver for wanting to leave after he’s got you out of there. 

Another kiss for Luke.. .. okay

I like how Biggs earlier scenes are deleted so when he shows up it’s just this random dude who somehow knows Luke

That air traffic control guy has no idea what hes doing, nobody is even in the air yet or moving, wait. 

Man X wings are cool, makes me think of Battlefronts VR mission thing where you get to pilot one and it’s the coolest VR thing ive done. 

For a space station the size of a moon you’d think they’d have enough fighters to just wipe out the rebels no biggy. 

ALSO if they know the rebel base is on that planet, why not just blow that planet up? 

YAY WEDGE

The targetting computer seems very invasive. 

Those turrets are useless. 

I would have rated it if they let that random dude blow up the Death Star.

Tarkins thinking face is beautiful. What a man, 

If Luke missed this shot, everyone knows he’s turned his targetting computer off, so they would be PISSED

RIP R2. 

HWHAT!? 

Woooo Mr.Solo. 

Well.. Well done Luke you killed a lot of people, some just trying to do a job and live their lives. 

Han, Leia and Luke all went off together all holding each other.. like.. Threesome? 

I’m sorry but after that, someones doing some fucking. 

Leia just giving her lovers, dont @ me, a medal. Thats why Chewie doesnt get one, he wasnt there for the orgy. 

R2 looking fresh. 

You know what, that is a good complete story that actually works on its own, i appreaciate that. 10/10. :P

[queenie2297]

Please, Daddy!

Sooo here’s another smut. This particular commission came to me from a twitter user who loves the good ol’ Overwatch cowboy, Jesse McCree (hell yeaah. Same.) this person also mentioned to me a major Daddy!kink AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO MASH THOSE TWO PEICES OF INFORMATION TOGETHER WITH SOME GOOD OL’ NASTY DADDY KINK SMUT. SO LET’S GET IT!

Warnings: angst, violence, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy!kink (is that a warning?).

Rating: NC-17

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You were sixteen.

A child caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Talon kidnapped you and kept you in a cold, dark room.

You knew too much about Talon and they were worried you would reveal them to the authorities.

For a while, they would physically abuse you. You were the Talon punching bag for a little while. Your most frequent visitor was one who would speak Spanish and wore a black cloak and a scary mask while he would relentlessly beat upon your already battered body. His deep voice would ring in your ears as he landed punches to you face and to you stomach.

“Puta perra!”

You’d cry out until your voice was nothing but a mere whisper. By the end of the beatings, you were left spitting blood and weeping silently. At night it was difficult to sleep because every inch of your body screamed in pain. By some miracle, your pain and suffering only lasted a short while.

Overwatch rescued you when they raided the Talon Base in Havana. It was none other than Jesse McCree who had found you.

He burst through the door with his peacekeeper drawn only to find you, a malnourished teen, beaten and bloodied cowering in the corner. He was built with a lot of muscle, just like the man who beat you. The only difference was this man had the overpowering scent of cheap whiskey and cigar smoke and wore a brimmed hat. You looked at him fearfully with wide, doe-like eyes, causing him to lower his gun slowly. He knew exactly what had happened to this poor girl.

“Hey, I ain’t here to hurt ya. We’re here to get ya out.”

“Out?” you mouthed.

The closer he got to you, the easier he could see your bruised skin. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

“God kid what did they do to ya?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you practically reached out for the stranger, desperate for someone’s help. He scooped you up and you clung to him like your life depended on it. For once, you felt safe at the hands of a stranger. Jesse cradled you like a newborn baby in his arms.

“Damnit! Angela! I got a kid here and she’s bad! Bruised all over!”

“I’m on my way, Jesse.”

Jesse looked down at your trembling figure.

“Alright, kid. We’ll getcha out of here.”

Gunfire rang out through the base, leaving your head swimming. Black spots appeared in your vision. You were slowly losing consciousness. He’s so warm. I want to fall asleep.

“C’mon, kid stay with me here.” he urged.

Before you passed out, Jesse’s comforting face left you, leaving you scared once more.

That same fear continued when you woke up, leaving you in a panicked state. A soft, comforting hand pressed lightly on your chest.

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s going to be alright now.”

The voice belonged to an angelic-like woman with blonde hair and a kind face.

You looked around frantically for the man who saved you.

“I’m here too little darlin���. Don’t you worry.”

A sense of relief washed over you and you relaxed.

“You’re in good hands now, kid. Dr. Zeigler will take good care of ya.”

“Don’t talk anymore, sweetheart. Your vocal chords are pretty raw. Lots of fluids and no more talking for a while. You got a couple broken bones and some internal bleeding in the stomach, but I can fix that right up. It will be a little bit painful, but you will feel better instantly.”

Your eyes widen and you look at Jesse for reassurance.

“It only hurts a little darlin. I promise. Here,” he says as he offers you his hand, “take my hand. You can hold it.”

As you took his hand, Dr. Zeigler began the healing process. The pain was astronomical. You felt it all at once; the broken bones, the dull pain of healing bruises, the throbbing of damaged organs. Big, fat tears rolled down your face and you tried screaming, but the sound came out as a pathetic squeak.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. I’m so sorry. I’m almost done.”

All at once, the pain lifted and you sighed heavily.

“There. Feel better?”

You examined yourself. No more bruises, no more broken bones. It has been a while since you could fully open and close your hands or curl your toes.

You looked at both Dr. Zeigler and Jesse and smiled.

“Good. Let me go grab you some food, dear. You must be starving.”

You nodded furiously and then looked over at Jesse, who was looking at you intently. The two of you exchanged grins at one another just as the doctor returned with a tray full of food.

The tray contained all sorts of food, from meatloaf to hard boiled eggs. You, for one, did not care what was in front of you as long as you could eat it. You scarfed the meal down within five minutes as Jesse sat by your side.

“Yeah. I don’t blame ya, kid. You looked mighty hungry when I picked you up.”

Not too long after you ate, you fell asleep peacefully, catching up on the many sleepless nights that you have wasted during your time with Talon.

You slept for days, which made Jesse worry, even after the constant reassurance from Dr. Zeigler. He never left your side when you were in that hospital bed. He spent countless hours bouncing between emotions. He was angry that Talon had gone this far as to hide their location by beating and torturing a child, but at the same time, he was amazed at the strength of the young girl laying next to him. He was surprised that she had survived the torture. She would make a good agent one day. That’s the kinda strength everyone needs to possess. He thought. Then something plagued him.

“Where will she go after she gets out of the medic ward?” He asked Dr. Zeigler while you were still asleep.

“Well, Jesse, I hadn't thought that far ahead yet. I was-”

“I’ll take her. I want to protect her.” Jesse said flatly.

Dr. Zeigler paused and smiled.

“Jesse McCree, the big, bad cowboy wants to take in a child? Can it be that he has turned soft for this little lady?”

“I don’t know what it is Angela. When I first saw her in that room and she looked at me with her big eyes,I felt like I had seen them same looks before, I just don’t know where. I don’t even know her name and I wanted to help her and protect her from anymore harm.”

“Well, I’m confident that you will be a great protector Jesse.” Angela smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “When she wakes up she can go home with you.”

It was later on that night when you woke up, finally feeling refreshed.

“Hey, little darlin. Are you ready to go home?” Jesse smiled at you.

Your face fell.

“What is it darlin?”

You reached for a pen and paper on your bedside table and wrote, “I don’t have a home.”

“Where was your home?”

“Deadlock Gorge.”

Jesse’s eyes widened. “Hey, that’s where I’m from too! Do you happen to know about the Deadlock gang?”

You smirked and pulled up your hospital gown just enough for Jesse to get a glimpse at your skull and wings tattoo, bearing the symbol of a gang that connected the two of you on your hip bone.

“Well, uh, I would show ya my tattoo but its right where this thing is.”

He displayed his metal arm which you had never noticed before. You reached out and felt the cold metal of his left arm. The pained look on your face said it all.

“It’s okay darlin. This happened a long time ago.”

You went back to writing on your paper.

“What’s your name?”

“Names Jesse. Jesse McCree.”

“My name is (Y/N). Maybe you know my sister, Ashe.”

As McCree watched as you wrote down his former partner’s name, the memories all came back at once. He remembered Ashe being about twenty-seven years old when she took in a timid little four year old girl, abandoned on the streets of Deadlock Gorge. That little four year old had the same look in her eyes as Jesse saw in the girl sitting next to him when he rescued her. He remembered completely now. This definitely was little (Y/N). Jesse had left the gang not too long after, so that explains why (Y/N) didn’t remember him.

Jesse chuckled.

“Ah, I remember you now. You were a little pip squeak when I first met ya. Bout’ four years old when Ashe scooped you up off the streets.”

You were so excited that you had forgotten to write down what to say and spoke hoarsely.

“You were there?”

“Hey, don’t get too excited now. You still have to rest your voice.” Jesse warned.

You sighed and scribbled, No wonder I felt safe with you. It’s because I had met you before!

“(Y/N)?” You looked up at Jesse, who was smiling at you. “You wanna come live with me?”

Your eyes brightened at the offer, and you nodded furiously.

Jesse took you back to his little, dimly lit apartment that smelled of that same cigar smoke smell that you were already accustomed to. The red, shaggy carpet was softer under your feet than the cold, hard floor of the room you were kept in for weeks on end. You were constantly at Jesse’s side and he didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he found the process of nursing you back to health rather rewarding. He loved seeing the light come back to your eyes and meat beginning to build on your bones. At first, it was like raising a child, but then to his surprise it became something more. With each passing month as you were fed well by him, your body expressed all of the right curves in all of the right places and your voice regained its strength. By god, was that little voice sassy. Dirty thoughts plagued Jesse’s mind about you. Every time you would mouth off to him, he wanted to shove his cock down your throat to put it to good use. He hated that he was beginning to feel this way about you. You were sixteen for crying out loud! Eventually, you were training at the Overwatch base to become the newest agent. Watching you grow stronger riled up the cowboy something fierce. He distanced himself from you when the thoughts became too much, which in turn only hurt you. You hardly ever saw each other anymore. You noticed that Jesse would take up more mission offers that took weeks to finish. This happened for two years. What really broke your heart was when Jesse was absent for your eighteenth birthday, which you spent crying alone in the apartment, denying any and all requests from your friends to go out that night to celebrate. Jesse came home stumbling from alcohol intake at approximately 1am and knew he had broke your heart when he found you whimpering in you sleep on the living room couch. His own heart sank as he looked at you, so pure and innocent as you slept, even though your lower lip quivered in your sleep.

“Ah fuck.” Jesse said to himself. He really fucked up this time.

“(Y/N). Hey, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open and then shut them tightly when you realized it was Jesse.

“Go away, Jesse. I’m sleeping.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry I’ve been distancing myself from you.”

You sat up suddenly.

“Yeah. For TWO YEARS, Jesse. You abandoned me for two fucking years!”

“Watch your mouth, (Y/N)...I’m…”

“No! I have the right to be this upset. I remember hearing you when I was in the hospital two years ago. You said you would protect me from any more harm. Do you think what you did to me was harmful, Jesse?? Do you? Cause I sure as hell think so! You fuckin missed my eighteenth birthday today, you fuckin prick!” tears welled up in your eyes as you said this and Jesse sat there on his heels taking the verbal abuse. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“Your eighteenth birthday, huh?”

“Yes! I wanted nothing more than to spend it with you today because… because…”

You stopped suddenly, hiding your face from him in your hands.

“Because what, darlin?”

“I can’t say it.”

“Yes, you can. Tell me.”

You shook your head. Jesse grew more frustrated.

“If you don’t say it I’ll make you say it.” Jesse knew what you were about to say and it was something he was just dying to hear for the longest time.

You smirked.

“What are you gonna do, huh cowboy?”

That fucking mouth of her’s is gonna get her in big trouble.

You got up from the couch to turn the TV on but Jesse stopped you dead in your tracks. You looked up at him annoyed but your face fell when you noticed that his eyes were dark with feral lust, like an animal in heat.

“J-Jesse…”

You tried backing away but fell back onto the couch that you forgot was right behind you. Jesse was on top of you quickly, looming over your curvy figure.

“Don’t you dare try to run or resist me. Fuck. This is something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

Jesse’s metal arm wrapped around behind your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back roughly, making you squeak.

“Jesse! What-” Your protests were cut short by his lips crashing against yours. Your eyes grew wide. Finally you were getting what you were wanting from him all along! McCree’s lips left kisses wherever he could touch on your face and on your neck.

“Mine.” He growled.

Jesse threw your body over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom. Just before he threw you on the bed, he gave your ass a good smack, making you moan softly.

“Tell me what you were going to say earlier, (Y/N).”

You started to blush.

“I- I love you, Jesse.”

“God, something that I’ve always wanted to hear.”

You sat up on the bed and slowly peeled off your pj shirt, your sports bra, your night shorts and your panties, all while not breaking eye contact with Jesse.

“And is this something you’ve always wanted to see Daddy?” You paused, horrified at what you just said. Oh fuck. Did I just say that out loud?

Jesse’s eyes grew wide for a moment and then he smiled wickedly.

“Daddy, huh? Does someone have a daddy kink?”

You blushed and tried to hide your face, but Jesse grabbed your wrists.

“Don’t you hide from Daddy. Show daddy what he’s been missing for two years.”

You crawled up the bed and from your nightside table you pulled out a small pink vibrator.

“Ah, so this is what you do when daddy’s not home.” Jesse chuckled.

You situated yourself on the bed where Jesse could watch every minute of you touching yourself.

You moaned softly, letting the vibrator slip in and out of your folds.

“Aw Hell, you look so beautiful like this. Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

You nodded in response.

“Can daddy touch you?”

You nodded again eagerly. You handed him the vibrator and he then pinned your hands above your head.

Jesse started by slowly dragging the vibrator up and down your already glistening slit, which made you mewl like a cat in heat. Then he made small circles around your clit before putting it right on the sensitive ball of nerves. You threw your head back and moaned.

“Does babygirl like that?” Jesse cooed.

“Ooh god yes.” Your toes curled from the sensation and your climax was approaching.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy.” You said as you looked into Jesse’s eyes. Jesse threw the vibrator to the side and replaced it with his fingers.

“So wet for me already baby girl. My fingers are covered.”

Jesse’s skilled fingers curled up at just the right spot, making your back arch.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Shit! Right there! Oooohh fuck!” Your orgasm came crashing down on Jesse’s fingers, covering them in your juices.

“Daddy’s gonna taste you, ok?” Jesse let go of your wrists and moved his body so that he could lap up your sweet juices. You wrapped your hands in his long brown hair, shoving his face deeper into your cunt.

Jesse’s expert tongue made you go crazy and it was something that you too had dreamed and fantasized about since you began to live with the cowboy. The euphoric feeling almost made you want to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming, but Jesse did it for you when he bit the inside of your thigh and you didn’t wake up.

Jesse sat up and wiped his face, his beard glistening with your juices.

“I think baby girl is ready for daddy, huh?”

You nodded, giving Jesse permission to shimmie off the bed to remove his belt and his pants. You stared up at the ceiling of your apartment bedroom still in a lustful trance and didn’t even see that Jesse had grabbed your ankles to drag you back to the edge of the bed. You squeaked in surprise and you were again met with Jesse’s face looming over you. Jesse’s rock hard cock grazed the inside of your thigh, giving you a taste of how big and girthy it was.

Jesse grabbed your throat and squeezed slightly.

“Do you want daddy to be gentle or do you want daddy to be rough?”

“Rough!” You moaned.

“Anything to please his baby girl.”

Jesse threw your legs over his shoulders and positioned himself in front of your entrance, slamming into your hole roughly. The force of it knocked the wind out of you. He was stretching you in all the right places and the feeling was almost too much.

“You like the feeling of me stretching you, huh? Does it feel good?”

You moaned and wiggled your hips in response to get him to move.

“Fuck, Jesse. Just move already!”

Jesse chuckled and bucked his hips into you at a rough pace. You don’t know how, but you felt as though he fit perfectly into you, like two puzzle pieces coming together. This was it. You found the person you would always be with.

“Jesus, you’re so tight (Y/N).” Jesse cooed. “I could cum right now if I wanted to.”

Your hands laced through Jesse’s long brown locks once again and pulled, making it his turn to moan.

“If baby girl gets to pull daddy’s hair, it’s only fair that he gets to pull hers.”

You giggle as you let your hands travel down his back and dig your fingernails into him, making his hips stutter.

“Now, if you do that, you’re gonna really make me cum. Daddy’s not ready yet.”

Jesse pulled out of you briefly to flip you over on your stomach and put your ass in the air. With a quick but powerful slap on the ass, Jesse entered into you once more.

“How about a taste of your own medicine?”

Jesse started scratching your back so hard that you are pretty positive that he drew a small amount of blood. It felt glorious to you. You hoped those scratches would stay on there for days, reminding you of the intimate night you had.

Jesse pulled your hair so that your back arched just right as he pounded into you. It was a good thing you were not tender-headed and pulling on your scalp hardly bothered you. The pulling only made you hornier.

Jesse brought your backside to his toned chest as he continued to pound into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and throat to hold you upright and growled “Mine!” once more into your ear. He bit at your shoulder, leaving a giant bruise for everyone to see later and left a trail of hickies up the left side of your neck.

“There. Now everyone will know that your mine.” Deep in Jesse’s throat emerged a primal growl that you never expected to come out of him.

The familiar tight coil of an orgasm arose in your stomach once more and you whimpered. Jesse could also tell that you were reaching your peak. Your inner muscles fluttered and squeezed causing his hips to stagger.

“Fuck (Y/N)!” Jesse groaned.

Black spots appeared in your vision as your orgasm suddenly came crashing down.

“Jesse...I..”

Before you passed out, Jesse shouted his release into you and the only thing that escaped your mouth was a pathetic whimper.

****

When you woke up, Jesse cradled you in his arms on the couch. The false lights of the TV clouded your vision at first, but as your eyes adjusted, you saw Jesse’s peaceful sleeping face. You smiled to yourself and moved only slightly to adjust your position. However, your movement woke Jesse up.

“Hey, baby girl. You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“You passed out on me.”

“The sex must have been so good that I passed out.” You smiled at him.

Jesse chuckled.

“You sure you’re okay, though? Good birthday present?”

You paused. Oh right. It was my birthday wasn’t it?

“Yeah. Definitely!”

“Happy birthday, baby girl. I promise I won’t ever leave you again. I will protect you, alright?”

“You got it, cowboy. Don’t lie to me this time.” You grinned and shut your eyes once again, falling asleep in the lap of the guy of your dreams.

[thenixkat]

Magi-Nation notes 2

Ep 2

Tony dreams that he is sleeping. Sleeping in his bed back home. That is a boring ass dream. Is he dreaming in his dream? Is he dreaming that he’s dreaming that he’s dreaming?

Agrams enters Tony’s dream

Blows dust on Tony and tells him so many lies

Touches Tony and a crust spreads on part of his dream self

Agram knows Strag and Edyn. Granted he’s met Edyn, but she’s a nobody who couldn’t even put up a memorable fight. Maybe he was amused by her just fucking declaring herself the chosen one?

Strag is identified as a shadow stalker. But we never get to meet any other people identified as shadow stalkers so the title has no meaning or importance really. But it is cool.

This is one of the few places in the cartoon where eliwan gets used. Which makes since, we don’t go around calling eachother humans all that much.

Tony disoriented and afraid flees as a first response to trouble

Why did they stop and camp for the night? Edyn and Strag ran to the Weave from Vash Naroom no problem last ep and Strag could fucking sling Tony over his shoulder and keep going. How did that work out? Did they talk?

“Who’s grandpa?” is grandpa not a term used in the Moonlands? Or did whatever magic that’s letting these kiddos understand the alien not work right on that word?

So how does Strag’s detect evil sense work? It looks like its separate from his moonsense.

Magi-Nations has a good opening theme. It rocks and has lyrics to get stuck in yer head and its relevant to the show and its mood.

Zed is a much better actor than Korg. Then he just stops fucking trying.

Tony will defend self in a pinch. Tony also fights through the spell Agram put on him.

That is a legit spear in Zed’s hands.Huh, how many folks fucking die in fights on this world?

Highschool student Tony Jones beats back two 3000+ yr old warriors

Zed pls, yall have been working for Agram for 3000+ yrs and fucking up along the way. If he ain’t killed yall yet he ain’t going to.

Interesting interpretation of Garadyn as a lion b/c i’m pretty sure the card version was supposed to be the evil counterpart of a stagadan.

Edyn has plans. Huh, you’d think an underling would just dig under a problem on the surface?

...Why does Edyn need to explain something to Ugger that he was able to do last ep? Why does Ugger not remember the extreamly useful thing he did last ep?

Strags fucking falls off Ugger. Learn to ride backseat dude.

Attacked by swinging rhino. Poor Ugger

For a forest there is very little leaf litter on the ground.

Tony really wants to go home. He’s not having fun on this alien world.

Man I love all those brown aliens.

Hey Orwin, how did Spencer get home?

Tony does not want to be the chosen one. Tony doesn’t think he’d do well in a fight. Edyn also does not believe in Tony’s ability to be the chosen one. Strag is silent.

The book is fucking with them.

Book responds to questions with riddles and diagrams. B/c when yer trying to save the world being a cryptic bitch is really helpful

The book can sense emotions

The book doesn’t like Tony being a smart ass about it

Agram chews out Korg and Zed and then lends them his pet dom furry to get the job done right.

Gorath wanted to kill korg and Zed

Agram has no eyebrows but very prominent brow muscles

Tony and Edyn don’t get along the best

Strag is tired of their arguing

Strag is very observant

Edyn seems to be the leader. Edyn is done with Tony’s shit for today and fucking leaves with Ugger.

Possible previous war with Agram’s forces in the past. Which is interesting timeline wise.

Gorath’s power is bondage

Strag can not continuously use his moonsense. He cannot meditate/concentrate ‘24/7’

Naroomi houses have addresses

At least 600+ houses in Vash Naroom

The 200s are part of the old part of the city and not inhabited

Does Naroom have a mailing system that the addresses are needed for? How is the city laid out?

Zed is a greedy bastard and korg would prefer to stick to mission objectives.

Why were those leaf relics burried halfassedly in someone’s front yard? Instead of kept at town hall

Yeah no, people would fucking die in magi fights. Dropping heavy branches? Sending creatures to attack fools directly? Magi using bladed weapns and claws and teeth and shit on eachother? Fuckin hardcore in this peice

Freep, Strag, and Edyn get captured

Gorath has more battle experience than Freep

Furok is a better strategist than Freep

Furok doesn’t need Tony’s backseat battling advice

Zed fuckin forgot that he and Korg were out numbered

Freep does not like climbing

[prompt-master]

SQUIP Strikes Again

Anon asked: Would you be up for writing a fic where Jeremy’s squip issues start acting up badly when he’s in a very public place, and Michael has to get him out of the situation?

No offense but I love this and I wish there were more fics of it??

“Dude have you even seen the new Space Invaders game in this place? It’s a sick contender to the retro aesthetic. I got a bunch of one dollar bills for us to waste away, just me and my player two!”

Jeremy let out a breathy laugh, a smile tugging at his lips as Michael led him through the mall. As he talked he moved like an animated character, but a poor budget one. His hands spasmed in random directions, trying hard to express his excitement for the big Space Invaders game recently set up. Apparently Michael had stayed till closing yesterday to get top on the list of highscores. Now that it was Saturday Michael had decided that Jeremy must also see this marvelous peice of art. At 9 O'clock, which was way too early for Jeremy’s sleep deprived teenage mind.

‘Jeremy, this game is a waste of time and even worse, in a public space. You’ll be seen making an embarrassment of yourself as per usual’

Jeremy rolled his eyes at the obnoxious voice of Keanu Reeves. Their voice was a touch more faded since the play, but recently it has been getting stronger. Jeremy quickly looked down at the sprite in his hand, wondering if other sodas could affect the squip. If it did, they didn’t decide to let Jeremy know. Jeremy took a deep breath and focused on Michael instead, who was smirking down at a bunch of one’s in his wallet.

’ You say you’re going to ignore me, Jeremiah, but you can’t, I know you’re thinking about me, I’m inside your mind.’

'Shut up. Don’t call me that.’

'Stop slouching’

'I don’t have to do anything’

Out of spite Jeremy arched his back even further, not caring about the chiropractor he was going to need in the future. Michael hopped up the stairs, knowing fully well Jeremy felt uncomfortable in the confined space of an elevator. At the top of the stairs Michael quickly scanned Jeremy with his eyes before his smile grew, showing off crooked teeth.

“Glad to see you relaxing, Heere!’”

Jeremy laughed, “Yeah man, I’ve been looking forward to hanging with you all week.”

Michael smirked, grabbing onto Jeremy’s hand. They walked past Newbury comics, Hot Topic, and the food court. Michael didn’t stop once, determined to get to thus game.

“Well, I am your favwioute pewrson, so I get that!”

“Ugh shut up man”

’ Jeremy, stop slouching.’

'Can I install a mute button on you?’

'I’m being serious Jeremy.’

Something about the SQUIP’s tone made Jeremy falter in his steps, Michael’s grip on him the only reason he kept walking. He shouldn’t have anything to worry about. The SQUIP can’t control him, and they can’t hurt him anymore. All they can do is act like an annoying 3 year old who’s been told they can’t have candy.

Michael, bless him, took his mind off his worries once again.

“Here she is!” He yelled, throwing up his hands in front of a tall thin display, in front of it two seats with gun launchers to take aim at those damn Space Invaders. It really..did look awesome, Michael was right.

“Woah.”

“Dude I know! It’s so much fun, I never thought a retro game could be remade well!” God, Michael’s smile is so contagious. Michael stood up on his toes to be able to point to the top of the leaderboard “and here is moi!”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow at the first place holder, leaning back against one of the seats “RAD?”

Michael frowned “RAD? What no it’s- oh come on!” Michael had been brought down to second place, with his initials MOM, “I left not even 5 minutes before closing! Damn you RAD, whoever you are. Come on Jereny let’s kick their ass.”

“I’m with you man”

Jeremy took the right seat with Michael in the left, they gave each other an all knowing 'game mode’, ready to fully immerse themselves to beat this score. Michael dropped in 2 dollar bills, game on.

It was a blissful, yet intense experience. They really gave it there everything. Usually Jeremy would feel embarassed being out in the open, gaming so that any pair of eyes can watch him, but now he was having so much fun he didn’t care at all. Even as more and more people piled into the mall, and even as the SQUIP continued to harass his mind.

“Oh come on!” Michael swore, slamming back against the chair in frustration “we were so close!”

“RAD has a pretty good score.”

“We can do better, come on Jeremy put yourself out there yourself out there!”

“S-sorry man”

The truth was he had impulsively listened to the SQUIP on how to win, thus ending with him losing his last life.

'It would have worked if you could do anything right. Don’t blame me for your incompetence.’

Michael’s thigh brushed against his, “ready to go again?”

'Stop playing this game, Jeremy. This goal is a waste of time, I’m warning you.’

Jeremy took a deep breath, his eyes watching people casually walk between stores. He was glad there was no one waiting to play the game, just so he could spite the SQUIP some more. He met Michael’s eyes and nodded with a determined smile.

Michael placed two more dollars in, “last bucks Jer, let’s throw RAD’s ass to the floor!”

But when Jeremy placed his hands on the red gun a sharp bolt in his bones had him pulling back “ow!”

“Jeremy?! Dude don’t leave me hanging we just started!”

“Sorry sorry!” Jeremy tried to put his hands back on the gun, only to have another wave of pain jolt from the base of his neck down to his wrists, “what the hell?!”

'I told you to stop playing jeremy.’

'Dude knock it off!’ He yelled out at as another wave electricity ran through him, getting a bit stronger.

He opened his eyes to find the game over screen. Shit he ruined Michael’s day again. When he turned to apologize Michael was staring at him, eyes filled with pure concern. He threw the game the instant he realized Jeremy had cried out in pain.

“Jeremy..? Dude what’s going on?”

“Nothing I-” another zap, Jeremy could feel his skin tingling strangely afterwards, he curled in on himself, “fuck, stop it!”

“Stop what? Jeremy, buddy, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“I- Michael I’m sorry it’s the- AUGH!” Rather than the usual quick shocks Jeremy was used to, this time he was hit with one continuous rush of pins and needles. Jeremy curled up, his arms twitching at his sides as he tugged his hair.

'Do not tell Michael Mell about this.’

Michael watched his friend with wide eyes, his heart pounding loud enough to take up every single sense. What was going on? He put a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder, flinching at the static shock he got. He bit his lip at the attention they were starting to attract, every eye in the mall on them. All he cared about though was the fact that his best friend had his head between his knees, making pained noises and twitching every now and then. It was obvious he was trying not to scream.

Jeremy took advantage of a break in the shocking to look up at Michael, he hated that scared on-the-verge-of-panic-attack look he had. He swallowed down the pooling spit in his mouth, ignoring the echoes of the SQUIP telling him to sit tall.

“Jeremy…? Is…is it the-”

“Excuse me?” Michael looked up at a young female who had ran over, Jeremy continued to stare off. “Hi, I’m first-aid certified. Is your friend ok?”

“I-”

“Does he need an ambulance?” Another person asked.

“Wait I don’t-”

“Young man” another said, this time to Jeremy, “can you hear us?”

Michael couldn’t help but wince when Jeremy failed to contain another yell of pain, this time louder. All the people now gathered around them clearly wasn’t helping his situation, Jeremy curled further into himself which resulted in more shocks from an unhappy SQUIP. Michael gave off the best glare he could over his panicked emotions, protectivly hovering over Jeremy “give him space dammit!”

People backed off a little at that, slight murmers still coming off the crowd. Michael gently brought his hands down to Jeremy’s chin, lifting the boy up. His face was contorted in pain, and his lip was now split and bleeding under the tooth that was biting it.

“Jeremy…?”

“…nngh…S-SQUIP. it’s the- fuck!”

Michael then stood up, grabbing Jeremy’s shoulders and lifting the boy up, supporting his weight. “Alright that’s it, we’re leaving”

“Son you really should leave him there and call an ambula-”

Michael shoved past the crowd, too caught up in his worries to focus on being polite, “I said we’re leaving”

The way down to Michael’s car was painful to sit through. Jeremy grunted through grit teeth, his nails digging feverishly into Michael’s sleeve for any sort of help to ease the pain. Michael felt every twitch and jump Jeremy’s body made, and it was clear Jeremy wasn’t able to support even the slightest bit of his own weight, he was basically carrying him. He opened the pasaanger door to the car, not liking the pale look on his face or the small gasps for air he took in.

Michael swirled around to his trunk, grabbing out a bottle of Mountain Dew Red, then hopped back to the drivers seat. Jeremy was laying there in a cold sweat, his eyes blinking slowly as he began to heavily zone out.

“Hey- hey no Jeremy” Michael gave a light pat to his face, causing him to groan and look over, “stay awake ok? Here drink this”

Michael didn’t wait for a response, tilting the drink into Jeremy’s mouth. He screwed the cap on, hands shaking from adrenaline.

“Sweet mother fucking Jesus, Jeremy you scared the shit out of me!”

Michael leaned his head against the steering wheel, taking a few ground deep breaths. He looked over at Jeremy, “are you ok?”

Jeremy nodded shortly, looking and feeling so exhausted and drained. His body aching as he heard the SQUIP’s voice distort away, they’d be gone for another week or so.

“My…” his voice cracked, dry from all the yelling. He shut his eyes, “My head just hurts.”

Michael placed a hand on Jeremy’s thigh, “let’s head to my place, ok? We have some ibuprofen. And then you’re gonna tell me more about what the fuck the SQUIP did”

Jeremy once again shortly nodded, not having much energy for anything else. His body felt drained, skin numb and crawling. His head pounded in pain that left Jeremy against the door of the car. He took a deep breath in as the roaring of the car left vibrations down his back. He fell backwards into the fading energy and call for sleep, his last thought being about how they never kicked RAD’s ass.

[the-dead-skwad]

Asshole X Reader X Daryl Dixon

A small idea I had :) hope you like it You had been rescued by Rick and his people for a what you thought was a couple of months now. They found you basically a pile of bones. The community at the prison was amazing. you had never met people who really cared about eachother so much in the world of the dead. You had made friends with most people except one. Daryl. He was grumpy, quiet and always snapped at you. You had never done anything to hurt him or make him hate you but for some reason he did. Everytime you tried to help him or talk to him he would just shrug you off. "I don't need your help" Or "Just leave me" You were tired of it all but there was nothing you could do. One thing that really got you was that he was so damn gorgeous and you couldn't even talk to him. That morning you were on one of the watch tower. It was gonna be a slow day seeing as some people were on the fence clearing walkers. You started to day dream about actually being with Daryl, going on runs together, waking up next to him, sneaking off together. When a cough behind you scared you half to death. You spun around to see Rick stood there and Daryl to his side. He wasn't even looking at you. "Hey" Rick said "Can you swap with Maggie? I might need you to go on a run later." You smiled "Yeah sure. Who am I going with?" He rubbed his stubble "Erm well most people are busy so it may have to be Daryl." You stomach turned. Runs with him were uncomfortable, silent and awkward. He scoffed clearly thinking simialr to you. "Awesome" You said quietly "Okay, I'll get my shit sorted." You walked around the men to go to the ladder but you accidentally nudged Daryl. When you got to the bottom of the ladder you heard his voice behind you. "Hey!" You heard his feet pick up to catch up to you "Whats your problem?" You spun around and looked at him "You!" "What the fuck are you talking about?” Your chest started to heave from anger "I've tried to so hard to talk to you or help you or do anything to be friends with you but all you do is par me off, snap at me and pretend I don't exist! I care for you so much and you see me like a giant peice of shit. Fuck you. I'll see you when I'm ready." You turned your back on him and stormed a head. You could feel a tear coming to your eye but you brushed it away. This asshole was not going to bother you. -- Daryl watched you walk away from him. He hated how he treated you. He didn't want to upset you or make you hate him. He actually really liked you, the way your messy bob bounced around, the way your curves flowed, when your smile lit up any room you were in, your big beautiful eyes. He even loved that in all this shitty mess you just made it seemed better. He was horrible to you because he thought it was better to push you away then let you in and lose you. He hung his head as he heard you sniff. He couldn't actually believe he had made you cry. A hand on his shoulder made him jump. It was Rick. "Hey man. You need to talk to her." "I can't." "Well you sort this or I'm gonna get involved." "Allrigh, you aint my dad. I'll figure something out." He sighed not knowing what was going to happen or even if he could talk to her. -- You stormed into your cell and threw your jacket on the bed. "Ahhhhh!! Why do I have to like him!" You said way louder than you meant to. You didn't realise Maggie was in her cell next to you. "Hey" She popped her head around into your cell "Daryl again?" Maggie was one person you could tell anything. You gave her a half smile. "Yeahhhh. What can I do not to like him?" She put her arm around your shoulders "Sorry but thats impossible. If he is being as dickish as he is and you still like him you're fucked." She laughed and you nudged her. "Thanks you're full of helpfull advice." "Look just go on this run and try to talk to him." "Errrr" She turned to look at you "What did you do?" You pulled a face "I may have just shouted in his face." She sighed exasperated "You don't help yourself. Just try not to shout at him out thee please. I want you both back alive." "Wellll, I suppose so but if he doesn't come back I had nothing to do with it." You let out a little chuckle. Maggie left and you gathered your things together for the run. You left your cell with your stomach turning. For some reason you knew this run was going to be the worst. You can't scream in some ones face and them not say anything to you after. As you walked down to the gates where Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Carol stood you took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You reached them and everyone was smiing but Daryl. 'Oh fuck me' you thought. Carol smiled at you "Becareful and try not to kill eachother." Daryl half smiled but you didn't "I can't promise anything" you said as you climbed in the passenger door. In the car you drove dow the road in dead silence. He stared ahead while you stared out the window. A good 10 minutes had passed and you decided to say something. The whole day could not keep going like this. "Hey look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you." He waited for a minute or 2 "No, it's my fault. You were right." "No, I was just angry. I've only ever wanted to be a friend." "I'm sorry, I'm an asshole. I just don't like making friends then losing them." He wanted to tell you how much he cared for you, that he spent every night thinking about you. But you were just letting him in as a friend, theres no way he was going to screw this up now. After a while the conversation was actually going nicely. You talked about your familys and laughed about things that happened with the others. Eventually you came across a house out in the middle of nowhere. By this time it was starting to get dark so you would need a place to sleep for the night. You both stood next to the car looking at the old half ripped down house. "I bet you 2 smokes that theres a walker hidden in there." You said with your hands on your hips. He shook his head "You're on, theres nothing out here for miles. All we're gonna find is spiders and empty shelves." He stook his hand out. You shook his hand and smiled. On that you both took out your knives and walked forward up the steps. They creaked and crunched under your feet. You were really surprised you didn't fall through them. The door just hung on it hinges. You went through first before Daryl could protest. The whole place was a shambles. Bits of wood and house parts just lay around. Everything was covered in dust and insects. You hated it because insects just made your skin crawl. After checking the very limited rooms you both looked at eachother but unlike you he had a huge grin on his face. "Looks like I win." You sighed "I supposed you do." Just as you were about to hand over the cigarettes you noticed a cupboard door just behind his legs slowly swing open. You grabbed hold of his arm and threw him to the side. "Woah.. What you..." The low groans of a walker cut him off. The walkers body slumped slowly out of the cuboard but it was too weak to even crawl towards you. For the first time ever you could see the undead starving to death. If that made sense. You walked over to it and crouched down with your knife in hand. "Looks like this one starved to death almost twice. Poor thing." and on that you stabbed it in the head. You stood up to look at Daryl "Right, so we're staying here tonight then?" "Yeah I guess so. I don't think we need to keep watch as I think we're the first people here since this shit started." You both started to look around for stuff to sleep on. It was quite a futile search but in the end you had a blanket to lie on which wasn't so bad. You sat both sat on the floor leaning against one of the walls. "You know I thought today was gona go so much worse." You said as you inhaled the one of the smokes you had won. "Yeah me too. I thought you wouldn't even speak to me after how I've treated you." You shrugged "Ahh well, lifes to short to hold a grudge. Especially these days." You both decided to get comfy on the floor as much as you could but the little house was so cold it was nearly impossible. You lay there trying not to shiver for a good 5 minutes. Eventually you rolled over to face him. You shuffled a little closer to get some body heat from him. He didn't seem to be shivering. Your hand accidentally brushed over his. "Oh I'm sorry." You said quietly "I'm just really cold." In actual fact you were so close to the man you had a crush on your heart was in your ears. Even though it was so cold you knew you had rosey cheeks from this. He shuffled even closer to you and put his arm over you "Is this a bit warmer?" You snuggled yourself into him more "Thats amazing thank you." You lifted your head slightly so not to suffocate your self. You didn't actually realise you were centimeters away from his face until you felt his breath on your lips. At this point there was no way he couldn't hear how loud and fast your heart was beating. What if he was just doing this to keep you warm. He couldn't like you. Scared you opened your eyes slightly to see what his expression was like. But he was looking at your lips. This was probably the only chance you were going to get and even if he did turn you down it coudn't be any worse than it used to be. Without thinking any more you gently pressed your lips against his. Just to test his reaction. Nothing happened. You moved your head back embarrased and sat up "Oh god. I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't like me. Shit. Sorry." He sat up next to you and brushed some hair off your shoulder "Shut up. Of course I like you. I just don't want to have you then lose you." Luckily in the dark he couldn't really see you frowning. Daryl have feelings? and for you? This had to be a joke. You turned to face him "You like me?" "Are you kidding of course I like you. Look at you." You smiled for a second. "Oh fuck this" He whispered. Then out of no where he grabbed your face and pushed his lips against yours hard. Your stomach flipped over and over as you both fell into a passionate kiss. After a while you both lay back smiling. You knew sex was off the cards that night. It was too gross and too cold. You lay there looking at eachother till you both drifted off to sleep. You woke the next morning to no Daryl. You sat up insantly, pulled your boots on and ran to the door. There was no way he could have left you. You started to panick when you couldn't see him. A twig snapping noise made you turn to the side with your gun raised. "Wow! Its only our second day together, don't shoot me yet!" He said smiling. He had a dead deer draped over his shoulders. "You asshole, I thought you left." You lowered your gun. "The cars still here stupid." You helped him get the deer into the boot of the car. The group would be happy he found something. Just as you were about to get in the car and head home you quickly ran back in the house. You came back out with your lighter that had ran out the night before. "What use is that?" He said as you got in the drivers seat. You shrugged "Well, its from the night we got together. I want to keep it." You started up the car and sped off back on the road to home. Daryl hated your driving which you found so funny. When you got back to the gates you could see Rick, Carol, Glenn, Maggie, Carl and Hershal waiting. Way more people than usual, like they were waiting for good news. You smiled to yourself as you drove in and the gates closed behind you. "I have an idea, follow my lead." You whispered and winked to him. He just shook his head at you knowing exactly what was going off. You got out the car at the same time and you slammed your door. "And also! Next time hows about just shoot me! Saves me from suffering another second with you!" You screamed at Daryl. "I would happily!" He screamed back. Everyone looked so disheartened that we were still argueing. Daryl walked round the front of the car and stood infront of you trying his hardest not to smile. "One more thing!" You shouted. "Please spare me!" He shouted back. On that you grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards you kissing him real hard. You pulled back and smiled "I fucking love you asshole." "I love you too asshole." You both looked at everyone laughing, they all started laughing back at you. "You got us." Carol shook her head. "Sorry guys, you just looked to expectant of good news I had to play it up a little. But I need to go to a warm clean bed now." You turned but winked at Daryl as you left. He knew exactly what you wanted. He threw the car keys at Rick "Deer in the back, I've got some unfinshed business." He said as he ran after you. Maggie smiled looking at you both "Fucking finally." She said to everyone else.