#she looks like if Maggie and honey had a baby

[golden-girl-daisy]

Honey’s sister Rosie was out today on Maggie and Pippa’s walk!

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.

SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)

More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.

Word Count: 4835

Part 1

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”

“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.

Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.

“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.

It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class. 

After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry. 

You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?

You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you. 

Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen. 

(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat. 

(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.

(5:17pm) Please.

(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone. 

“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”

“Of your penthouse I bet.”

“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”

“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”

“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”

“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”

“I do like Janis.”

“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”

Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.

“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”

“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”

“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”

After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face. 

“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”

“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”

Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern. 

“My name is Y/N.”

Both men softly grinned making you do the same. 

“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”

“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”

“You two live together?”

“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”

“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”

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Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed. 

As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers. 

This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin. 

“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”

His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled. 

“This is so surreal.”

“What is?”, Steve asked.

“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”

“Yeah? And is that bad?”

“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”

You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.

“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”

“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”

They glance towards each other again before answering. 

“No.”

“No…”

“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”

“That’s all I get?”

“You get what we give you.”

Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone. 

“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?”  You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”

A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you. 

“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”

“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him. 

“What about you two?”

That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves. 

“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”

“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”

Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.

“How does this feel? Still hurt?”

“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”

“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin. 

“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”

“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh. 

“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.

“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”

You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale. 

“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”

Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face. 

“Oh fuck, Daddy.”

Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them. 

“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up. 

Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”

“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”

“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”

“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him. 

“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”

As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching. 

Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace. 

“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”

You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.

“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”

His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you. 

Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours. 

Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait. 

“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”

“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”

“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”

While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs. 

“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”

The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin. 

“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”

“Please… I trust you.”

Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.

His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.

“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”

Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree. 

“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”

The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears. 

“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.

“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!”

Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you. 

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips. 

“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.

“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”

Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way. 

“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”

Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy. 

“God…fuck me.”

At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.

“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”

“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself. 

“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”

“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”

Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.

“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”

His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”

The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you. 

You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face. 

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”

You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours. 

“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”

“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”

His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but��you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”

“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”

“Girl who knows what she wants?”

“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”

He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him. 

“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”

As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.

“I don’t need to what?”

“You don’t need to try and lift me.”

“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”

After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?”

“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”

“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”

“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”

“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.

“A bit.”, you smile shyly. 

“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”

“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”

Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle. 

“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”

“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest. 

You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder. 

“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”

“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”

“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”

“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”

“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off. 

“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”

After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.

“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”

As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs. 

“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”

“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”

Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.

“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”

“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”

As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.

“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow. 

“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”

“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”

“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”

Steve growled under his breath at the thought.

“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”

“Me to.”

“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”

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Not the Only Cowboy - Chapter 5

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that. 

A/N~ Sorry this took so long guys, I had writer's block, and then uni started and it got put on the back burner! However, I’m back and ready to finish this story! Also a huge Thank you to @angel-0f-verdun for helping me with this!

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader 

Word count: 1,172

Warning: Abuse, Angst, Violence 

Likes & comments are welcome! 

Please do not steal my work! 

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2 weeks. It took you two weeks for you to leave the guest room. You requested time off and were granted 2 weeks but after that, you’d have to go back, back to the place that no longer felt safe since Blake had found you. 

He had crossed the country to find you, he didn’t care about the restraining order or that you had only packed the essentials and moved. No, you were still his, his to control, his to break, his to own till death, and even after that. You were his baby, his honey, his sugar, and he needs you back home. Your love hasn't always been like this. He was your college sweetheart, you were his tutor. His smart, kind, patient, and outgoing Y/N/N. After he graduated he went into the Navy to be a navigator and you continued your nursing school. Once you had graduated you became a civilian nurse serving on base. It was picture-perfect if you ignored the screaming matches and the occasional pushing and shoving. It didn't get bad until you were treating some of the naval men and he saw them flirting with you. 

That's when the abuse started, he’d beat you within an inch of your life in places no one could see. He’d even threaten to shoot and kill you if you ran away. No one noticed till you were wearing long sleeves in a Virginia July. That's when your charge nurse Maggie asked you. You tried to lie but the 55-year-old saw right through you. She slipped a paper in your locker later that night with several phone numbers to call for help. You knew that she was just looking out for you but, at the moment you felt hurt and angry. Thankfully, the calm part of you kept that note and hid it in your locker. After six months of plotting with Maggie, the clouds parted and Blake was given orders to be deployed for 2 months. You took that as your chance to run. After saying your goodbyes, you sold your car and changed your phone and phone number, opened up a new bank account and purchased a plane ticket to your new haven.  

It was your haven until he showed up. Destroying all you had built up, all of the work you’d put into making this place feel like a safe place had just been squashed by him. So here you are lying in Phoenix’s guest room, scared he’ll break through the second-story windows or the door.  He’d threatened to kill you before who’s to say he won’t kill Phoenix to get to you? You need to start over again, how far would you go this time? Coast hopping didn’t work, maybe you needed to go to a northern state, he did hate the cold. Maybe in a small town in Montana, get a job at a hospital this time. Yes, that should work. You’ll just choose the smallest town possible, maybe ditch your phone and switch to a pager, they still had those right? You hear a knock at the front door. Your blood runs ice cold, and quickly you run into the ensuite bathroom and lock the door. 

“Hey, Y/N it’s just me,” says Phoenix. “I bought groceries, what do you want for dinner?” she asks from the kitchen. You slowly exit the bathroom and start to head to the door, placing your hand on the handle you stop. Maybe you should just run at night and just take what you had here, grab your car, withdraw most of your money from the bank and run. By not telling anyone it would keep them safe right? Turning around, you text Phoenix that you’re not hungry and ask if she is going out tonight. She replies that she is, unless you want to talk. You tell her to enjoy her night and start researching on a private browser about where to go, maybe Sidney, Montana. It seemed small enough that no one would think to look there, now to look at apartments. After googling for about 30 minutes, Phoenix shouts that she’s leaving. Walking over to the window you peer out waiting till she leaves. Once the coast was clear you quickly started packing a bag and making a mental checklist of what you needed to do. 

Pack 

Shower 

get food

Leave a note 

Call Uber to the base 

Bank and gas 

— 

25 minutes had passed and all you needed to do was get food and gas then stop at the bank, but first, you needed to get your car.  You bring all of your things to the door. When all of a sudden you hear someone knocking at the front door. “Fuck” you whisper under your breath. Quietly you grab a kitchen knife and look through the peephole. When you are met with the most perfect green eyes. It was just Jake, you sigh and put the knife down. “Go away Jake,” you say through the door.

“Phoenix gave me a key, I’m coming in,” he asks. 

“No, go away,” you say. He doesn’t listen and slowly enters the apartment. You grab the knife and point it at him, enraged he didn’t listen. “I said don’t come in Jake,” you say, clenching the knife for dear life. As he crosses the threshold, the two of you make eye contact. He has never seen someone so broken and scared, it breaks his heart.  

“Hey Y/N” he says slowly approaching, you clench the knife trying to push back the fear. It's Jake, he’s not going to hurt you, but you thought the same thing of Blake. How could you have been so stupid? “Y/N Imma need you to put the knife down darling, I just want to talk okay?” he said, itching closer to you. 

“Jake please leave, I don't want to talk. I just want to be left alone” 

“No it looks like you're trying to run” he says pointing to the suitcase and backpack next to the door”. 

“Why does it matter if I do? I have only brought trouble into the team's life. I've taken over Phoenix house and probably have a write-up at work for causing a scene. So just let me go, you’ll be fine without me.” you say hesitantly placing the knife down. 

��No” 

“No? What do you mean, No?” you say looking into his eyes. 

“No, what about me? I know that’s selfish but you can’t leave me. I was an ass before I met you, I didn't care if I died on a mission as long as I went out in a blaze of glory, but now you’ve given me something to care about, someone who wants to come home too. So please stay, we can get you help. Cyclone says he could look into it, he just needs your permission.” Jake hesitantly walked up to you and cupped your face. 

“Can you promise that you won't hurt me? '' You say as your eyes glisten with tears. 

“I promise,” Jake says, pulling you into a hug. 

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Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need - Part 6

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

Chapter Warning: Blood, panic attack, baby loss.

Chapter Summary: The reader's world collides with her soulmates. Literally. And what's up with Sam.

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome honey.” The cashier replied. Soul friends with the owner of the Airbnb you were staying in, the cashier and her husband were owners of the hardware store and had given you a hefty discount. Her husband appeared from the back of the store to let you know that the paint Annemarie had settled on after much debate would arrive on Monday and he’d personally deliver it.

Everyone seemed to know each other and although in the past you weren’t sure small towns were your thing, there was something kind and heart-warming about Brook Town and how everyone looked out for each other. You felt your soulmate letters tingle and automatically rubbed at the long sleeved shirt you were wearing. The rumble of motorbikes brought a tightening to your chest.

“You OK hun?” Asked the cashier, and you wondered then how accepting the town would be of a triad.

“Ermmmm.” You replied unsure. You were tempted to ask the couple who now stood watching as you fidgeted and poked at your letters. You went to speak but changed your mind as the door opened and a redhead woman walked in. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was as she greeted the owners like old friends. You took the moment to slip away, not knowing that she turned towards you to say hello only to find you slipping through the door.

You were completely unaware that she wasn’t far behind you.

A little further down the street…….

“How’s it feel?” Asked Clint.

“Itchy.” Steve replied.

“Ok so she’s here somewhere. Did you feel it yesterday? When Buck saw her?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t say anything right away. I thought it was the shirt.”

“So what we just wait here? Hope she walks past?” Bucky asked, his tone frustrated.

“No, Natasha is going to dip in and out the stores to see if she can see her or the friend.” Clint confirmed. “Were you even paying attention?”

“I’m not one of your kids Clint.” Bucky snarked.

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“No OK!!! Because I can’t think straight! What if we’re wrong! What if it’s not her? What if she doesn’t want us? What if she doesn’t want me?” Bucky snapped, his voice full and busting with emotion.

“Easy bud. Take a breath.” Spoke Clint calmly.

“We won’t know unless we speak to her.” Steve added.

“Fine, but you can do the talking.”

“Is that a good idea? You know he can’t talk to women.” Came a new voice, as Sam approached and joined the conversation.

“Any luck?” Asked Steve.

“Well, if Nat has the car details right she’s parked near the pie shop.” Sam answered. Steve watched as Sam rubbed at his own soulmate letters but before he had chance to remark he felt his own arm grow warmer and the urge to scratch and rub at it became uncontrollable. He pulled at his jacket, trying to grant himself some relief. He stopped himself as he saw Bucky’s posture change from the corner of his eye. Changing from perching on his bike to straight and upright, the only other movement the rubbing of his chest.

“Steve?” His voice said, almost broken and he nudged his head forward.

Steve followed his line of sight and set his eyes on you. You were looking around a slight panicked look in your eyes. Your hands were full of DIY supplies and you had a bag across your body that Steve guessed was holding your keys, cash and whatever else girls carried around. You were wearing cut off jean shorts, a fitted tshirt with a scoop neck that had Steve eyes trailing to your cleavage. His eyes scanned back up as he took in the rest of your appearance. Your hair was pulled into a messy bun as wisps of it framed your face and fell around your sunglasses, and he found himself wondering what colour your eyes were.

He started gravitating towards you. Bucky went to follow but stopped himself. Clint discreetly pulled out his phone and started to record what he hoped would be a special moment and also knowing that his wife and soulmate, Laura, wouldn’t want to miss this.

You continued to look around as Steve moved towards you. Glancing behind, you felt like you were being followed. Was it the biker from yesterday? Your arm burned and your chest grew tighter.

You heard a voice calling out a name and turned back only to hit something hard and warm. You fell backwards quickly and landed on the pavement. You hit your elbow and let out a yelp, your left side taking the brunt of the fall. There was quickly warm hands on you and a voice close to your ear.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Warmth spread where his hands touched you and you felt the tightness in your chest ease. You were pulled to your feet.

“My things?” You said confused, glancing down at your shopping bags sprawled out along the pavement.

“I’ll grab them. Are you OK sweetie?” The redhead from earlier asked as she came into your line of sight, smiling softly at you.

“No, she’s not.” A new voice, gruff and annoyed. “You absolute idiot Stevie.”

“You distracted me jerk.”

“So what? You can’t watch where you’re damn going?”

“Walk her over here. I’ll get the kit.” Another voice.

You were guided towards a wooden bench and eased down. There was a rustling as the bags were placed beside you. The redhead appeared and knelt in front of you, placing her hand on yours.

“Hey, are you OK?”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. She was quickly joined by someone else at her side.

“Hey, I’m Sam, is it OK if I take a look at you?”

“What?”

“Can I take a look at you?”

“You’re bleeding sweetie.” The redhead again. What? You were bleeding? You couldn’t think straight with your soulmate letters on fire. You looked down to see the side of your knee grazed and there was blood running down your finger tips. You went to move your elbow but it flashed with pain and you let out a hiss.

“Can I get you cleaned up?”

You nodded.

“Sorry, I’m not sure what happened.” You said.

“Well you see this big blonde idiot here?” The redhead pointed at one of the bikers who seemed to be bickering with his friend. You nodded. “Well he was distracted by the dark and brooding idiot and he walked into you.”

“I think I might have walked into him too.” You replied, recognising the brunette from the night before.

“Well, that might be my fault. I was following you, probably distracted you.”

So you were being followed.

“I’m not sure it was just that.” You replied looking at the blonde and brunette bikers, who were now being reprimanded by another. He looked a year or two older than them and had dark blonde hair.

“I’m just gonna pop a Band-Aid on your knee OK? Keep it clean.”

You nodded.

“Thank you Sam. You did say your name was Sam right?”

“Yeah, and this here is Natasha.”

“Hi. Thanks for grabbing my things. Well, they’re my friends. She’s having a baby.”

“Is that why you were at the hospital last night?” Natasha asked.

“How do you know that?”

How long had she been following you? You honestly thought you were more observant than that.

“I was dropping off some donations for the children’s ward and saw you guys coming out.”

Your eyes narrowed at her in suspicion but before you had chance to answer your mind wandered to Ryan.

“Shit.”

“Are you OK?” The blonde was now beside you.

“No, she’s not you damn punk.”

“My friend. He’ll wonder where I am.” You pulled at your bag.

“Here. Let me help.” Natasha offered. You admitted defeat as your elbow stung again and let her pull your phone from your bag. She held it in front of you to unlock it.

“Is it Ryan? You have three missed calls from him.”

You nodded. You watched as she tapped at your phone. You heard Ryan pick up, yelling about you not answering. Natasha introduced herself and start to explain what had happened, as your attention was drawn back to Sam.

“It might be best if we cut the sleeve baby girl. It’s ripped on the elbow but not enough for me to clean it properly and get a dressing on it. You might even need a couple of stitches.”

There was a flurry of voices.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” “Fucking idiot.” “You’re both idiots.”

“Ignore them. Is that OK? If I cut it?”

You nodded. Sam took the small scissors from the first aid kit that you now found he’d placed at your feet and started to cut slowly from the cuff of your sleeve and upwards. Feeling Steve edge closer a wave of panic spread through you as the burning of your arm grew worse. There was movement behind you and you became aware that Bucky was now standing behind the bench, watching Sam closely. You tilted your arm towards yourself, gritting your teeth at the sting of the open wound. You hoped to play it off as giving Sam more access to your elbow but the way he side eyed you, he knew what you were doing.

You felt your body get warmer at the blonde and brunettes presence. Is spontaneous combustion a thing? Were you going to be sick? Is it normal to feel like this? You started to feel woozy and you swayed a little. You started to see spots in the corners of your eyes.

“Sweetie, drink this.” Natasha pushed a bottle of water towards you and helped you hold it when she noticed your hand shaking. “You two back up now.”

“Not a chance.” “I want to be close to her.”

“You’re overwhelming her guys back up, and don’t huff at me. As someone who’s experienced the first part of the soulmate bond snap into place I know what it feels like. You know what it feels like right now. She’s got it twice over. Take a step back before she passes out.”

“Clint’s right. Her pulse is racing.”

“I don’t like blood.” You whisper to Sam as you sway some more.

“OK baby girl. I’m gonna put a dressing on it now but I think you’re gonna need a stitch or two. Then I’ll wipe all the blood off OK.”

“I need to go. My friend.”

“He’s going to come find us.” Natasha reassured you, slipping your phone back into your bag.

Sam continued to work on the gash on your elbow and you found yourself staring past him at a spot on the floor. A dozen questions sped through your head and you started to spiral.

Would they want you? Are they ok with sharing? Do they have another soulmate too? Are they with her already? Or him? Could be a him? Are they together? How does it work? Don’t ask Ryan that, he’ll draw you another picture. Am I gonna be sick? I might be? Don’t be sick on Sam. Ryan might like this Sam guy. I need to find Ry. I need to get the hospital. Annemarie. The baby. Blood. My baby.

“Sweetheart, come back to us?” The blonde’s voice spoke softly to you.

“Baby girl, bloods nearly all gone.”

“Let me see Sam.”

“Maybe give her a minute.”

“Sam.”

Sam seemed to move back a little and started to look around, distracted as you watched him starting to pull at the sleeve of his leather jacket and Natasha’s soft reassuring squeezing of your hand, you didn’t notice Steve moving closer.

But you knew the moment he touched you. Warmth spread from where he held your wrist, his callous hands moving softly until his thumb carefully brushed over your letters.

“It’s you.” He whispered. He glanced up at you, his bright blue eyes sparkling with emotion.

A million questions ran through your mind as your letters burned, and you felt the brunette learn over the back of the bench, invading your space. Warmth spread where his body briefly touched yours. His need to see the letters for himself making him edge closer.

The blonde spoke again as he ran his thumb over your letters repeatedly.

“S.G.R. J.B.B. Steve Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes.”

You felt the one behind you let out a shuddered breath.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You tried again but still nothing. Confusion and panic spread over you. You’d found your soulmate. Soulmates. Both of them. In this little town. You glanced around to see the friend that had told them both off had his phone in his hand. Was he recording you? You looked around again and found Natasha still holding your other hand. Sam was now on his feet looking around himself. You scanned the people passing by and noticed a few had stopped to watch what was going on, nudging and pointing and certainly not discreet.

“I, erm, I don’t know.”

The blonde frowned at you and before you knew what was happening or what you were doing you were on your feet, bags in hand and running.

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“So sick of dreaming”

tags: lucy x younger!gf reader, sweet sweet fluff, cuddles, kisses, established relationship, chef lucy

authors note: sorry y’all i haven’t been putting stuff out, school has been nuts after a trip i took and i have a show that opens friday!!! so i’ve been busy busy busy!!!

you pull into nashville after three hours of driving. you and lucy knew that university would be a challenge. but, you have made it work with your work and rehearsal schedule and her tour and meetings. every moment has been so so so worth it.

you reach her driveway pulling in, before you can even put the car in park, the tall ravenette is already out the front door running full speed. you immediately hop out of the car, waiting to meet her after not seeing her for a few weeks as she’s been helping julien out on her tour.

“BABY!!” you say opening the car door, immediately wrapping your entire body around the 5’10 29 year old

“hi princess!! how was the drive?” she says picking you up, making you squeal in surprise she peppers your entire head in kisses making you giggle.

“good, slow but good, i missed you so so so much” you say grabbing her face finally looking into those blue green eyes, you smile before giving her cheek a big long kiss.

“i missed you even more baby i’m assuming you’re starving, i made your favorite…” she says placing you down, going to the passenger seat to grab your overnight bag. before she left you grabbed all the things from her place in case you needed them and you didn’t have the time to do the drive to grab a specific top.

“PASTINA?!?!?!!!! PLEASE LUCY TELL ME ITS PASTINA” (a/n if y’all don’t know what pastina, you need to try it it’s soo gooood)

“yes angel it’s inside!!! go go go go or i’m gonna eat it all” she says as she starts to chase you

“FUCK NO that’s my pastina back off” you say racing to the door… she locked it “luccceeeee please unlock the door please please please”

“gimme a kiss first” she says catching up to you, pulling out her keys, pinning your back to the door. “it’s my reward as i haven’t seen you in almost a month miss theatre major”

“hey i had to keep myself busy” you tease. you can’t believe it’s been that long without seeing her in person, sure you facetime and call every morning and night and text as much as you can throughout the day with schedules and time differences but seeing her in person really makes it all worth it.

you jump up on your tiptoes, crashing your lips into lucy’s it’s been so so so long since you’ve seen her you’ve missed her soft lips on yours. you simply need her in every single way. you can’t believe you survived this long without her. it was simply deathly. soon as you know you both are making out outside. with her pinned up against the door.

“baby… babe… honey” she says out of the corner of her mouth finally getting your attention. “as much as i’ve missed kissing you… there’s pastina inside and i will eventually be arrested for public indecency if we don’t go inside right now” she says pulling your face now in between her hands.

“oh…” you say blushing

“come on princess” she says unlocking the door.

you immediately take off your shoes. placing your bag by the door and running to your spot at the table where there’s a bowl of pastina with a piece of garlic bread.

“thank you luce” you say looking at her with a huge smile immediately digging in to your favorite dinner.

“you’re welcome baby” she says handing you a glass of water before pulling up next to you. “so how’s school, how’s the show?”

“good!! busy busy busy, the show opens in two weeks i hope you can come down that weekend, JB would like that show too, i sent her the synopsis last week, she said she’d been down for a trip there”

“yeah, i think that’s when my leg i offered will be done and then we’ll be all back to normal, trust, i love helping JB, offering support but I have missed you too much, and i know it’s been hard on you too. me missing so many things that you have looked forward to, and it’s just not fair to you” she says as she starts to ramble.

“baby baby baby” you say as she literally starts to blabble and bubble “yes it’s been hard but also, we agreed that school comes first for me. as much as i hate it sometimes and i wish i could drop everything to be with you every single second of the day, you’re here now and as am i. we’ve made it work baby i’m not worried, i’m not angry. i’m so so so happy i’m here with you right now” you say

lucy tearing up “baby i’ve missed you so much, it feels like a dream that you’re here, im here. it’s felt like forever even though it’s been like 4 weeks”

“i know princess” you say wiping her tears, “cuddles and movies?”

“please” she says wiping her tears, sniffling.

you pick up the dishes placing them in the sink, planning to take of them later. you find lucy in her spot on the couch. waiting for you with a smile. patting the seat next to her. you smile and immediate sitting beside her as she begins to pull you close to her chest.

“carol?” she says looking down at you with a bright smile, knowing that’s one of your favorite films.

“you think that movie is sad though” you tease

“yeah but cate blanchett looks so hot as carol aird and it’s just good” she adds to the argument.

“i know dingus” you say tapping her nose “yes please” you add snuggling deeper.

you sigh a breathe of relief as you see the opening credits on the tv. feeling so safe and sound in your dream, with the love of your life, hoping it never ends.

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Bad influence Part 2

2018!Billie eilish x fem!"nepobaby" reader

Angsty w/ sprinkles of fluff

a/n: this is the 2nd part to "Bad influence", so I recomed reading the first part! (border cred is : mmadeinheavenn)

(Same warnings and diclamers): mention of someone underage with tattos(reader), weed , and controling stepdad(moms boyfriend(not really in this one) and lowkey 'toxic'reader in this. diclaimer!:I dont know anything about doing your own tattos (or really much at all,i have none) and smoking weed at all!

Hope you enjoy this writing!

Summary: Billie's mom, Maggie and her brother ,Finneas think Nepobaby reader, Y/n is a bad influence.

After awhile of Billie just flipping through differnt apps, she got bored and decided, she wanted to vist her baby. Heading to Finneas's room she asked, "Hey Finny-boy can you drive over to Y/ns house?", as she place her chin on the top on Finneas's head. "Yeah just give me a minute to finish this up." He replied, focusing on the thing hes working on. "Okay,just come get me when your done!" Billie yelled,not to loudly as she jogged back to her room to pack an 'overnight bag'. Once she packed her backpack, she head to the living room and plopped her and her things on the couch waiting for Finneas and decided to text Y/n.

Bills💚

Hey baby

Baby😋

Hey

Wyd mama

just working on a tat

you busy baby,can i come over?

Yeah

Ok see you in afew,love you

Read

Y/n never really left Billie on read before and its not like they haven't told each other 'love you' or 'i love you' weather on the phone or in person together, its was kinda strange.

"'K bill I'm ready" Finneas said grabbing the car keys as they headed to the door. "Where are you two going?" Maggie asked placing a hand on her hip. "I'm just taking billie to her girlfriends house." Finneas replied with a strange strain in his voice,giving billie a few quick side eyes and Maggie a 'tell her' look. "Billie,honey we need to have a chat" "Why, a-about what?". Billie asked still standing near the door. "A-a" "About Y/n" Finneas said fininishing Maggies sentince for her. "What about her?" Billie asked taking a seat back on the couch, pulling her 'signature' manspread, crossing her arms over chest. "We think she might be bad influence on you" Finneas blurted out. "What do you mean a 'bad influence'?" Billie asked fidgeting with her rings before placing her hands on her head. "Well, she has tattoos, an-and she smokes weed!" Maggie said in a whisper-yell. And as if on queue, Y/n had posted a short video that was only a few seconds longs. A video of smoke flowying out of her mouth, filling the camera ending the short clip. After watching the video they all sat in a loud silence before Billie just got up, grabbing Finneas's arm, heading out the door to the car.

Part 3?

a/n: I am starting to really love this little 'series'!🫀

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Please, Please, Please; Sabrina Carpenter/Reader Rosy; Zendaya/Reader Baby's First Ride; Billie Eilish/Reader String Bikini; Sydney Sweeney/Actress!Reader Broken Clocks; AU!Zendaya/Reader Glass Table Girls; Bella Hadid/Reader The Pizza Girl; Devon Lee Carlson/Reader Golden Girl; Sydney Sweeney/Reader Poison the Well; Maggie Lindermann/Madison Beer Angel; Bella Hadid/Reader Perfect Strangers; Hailey Bieber/Reader Acquaintance; Kim Kardashian/Reader Good Girl Gone Bad; Gigi Hadid/Reader Best Friend Dilemma; Kylie Jenner/Reader (side pairing: Stassie/Reader) Lemonade; Kourtney Kardashian/Reader/Megan Fox Couched Too; Kim Kardashian x Addison Rae Tourist Attraction; Reader/Kardashian Sisters Step Sisters; Madison Beer/Addison Rae Doll II; Kylie Jenner/Reader Doll I; Kylie Jenner/Reader Rising Star; Normani/Megan thee Stallion/Sza Helpful Hands; Kim Kardashian/Reader/Kourtney Kardashian & Slight! Kylie Jenner x Reader. Birthday Bitch; KarJenners/Reader The Neighbor; Kylie Jenner/Reader/Stassiebaby Oiled; Madison Beer/Reader Girl Next Door; Addison Rae/Reader/OFC Couched; Kim Kardashian/Reader/OFC

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Love Thy Neighbor; Older!Neighbor/Reader Cookie; Older woman/College!Reader

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One, Two, Three, Four...; Jenna/Reader Bet;Sabrina/Reader

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SERIES

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥

College cheerleader AU! Various/Reader

Sweet Honey Blonde; Coach!Emily/Reader. Slight Sabrina/Reader All is Fair; Coach!Emily/Reader/Cheerleader!Kylie 3 of Cups; Emily/Kendall/Hailey/Bella Off Limits; Kylie Jenner/Reader

♡ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

Original Series! Of course the prettiest college girl in the neighborhood made heads turn, hearts beat faster, and was envied. Y/n was never surprised when she caught someone’s too-old-dad looking at her bare legs in a skirt. Suggestions for her to meet someone’s more age appropriate son or nephew was never made in earnest; the perverts just wanted a closer look of her tits in her one-size-too-small crop top. She’s had plenty of opportunities to make someone’s daddy hers. The offers to make extra money by babysitting would land her in an all too cliché scenario. These men were like animals, hungry and relentless. They were too obviously horny to notice her looking past them to look at their wives instead.

Intro

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫;

Sydney Sweeney x Reader (series), Alexa Demie x Reader (brief) -- In this dull town, during this dull Summer, Alexa is looking for fun while dragging Sydney along with her. Things get bumpy when Sydney gets too attached to someone who won't be around for long.

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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲;

Bella Hadid x Reader -- Y/n stumbled across Baby Bels cam show once and was instantly infatuated with her.

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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲;

Blackpink x Reader -- Y/n's new internship at a music label doesn't really go as planned.

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My Best Friend's Girlfriend; Kendall/Reader (main pairing), Bella/Devon Lee Carlson (side pairing), and Bella/Reader & Kendall/Devon (side pairings) After Party; Kendall/Reader with side pairing of Kylie/Reader Heaven is a Place on Earth with You II Heaven is a Place on Earth with You I Cry For Me Third Times A Charm II Third Times A Charm I Love You, Still

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Across the World Party of Three; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Moonlight Bunny's Punishment; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Slut Bunnies; Ariana/Reader/Madison Beer Double The Pleasure Brat; Ariana/Reader/Liz Gillies Cuffed Quickie

[randomfoggytiger]

"You're Only Going to End Up Hurting Yourself"

Part V of the Bill Scully POV mini-series (Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV~.)

(Dedicated to @baronessblixen for her continued interest.)

*****

The first time Bill Scully saw Dana’s child was after the hearing.

Maggie showed him Emily’s picture in passing-- though how or when she’d gotten it, he hadn't known-- mumbling, “I said she doesn’t look like Melissa; but she does, doesn’t she, Bill?” Mulder’s car drove up then; and his mom dashed off to put the photo back.

While Dana and her partner spilled out and wove around each other-- indescribably in sync, shadowing each other-- Bill thought, Yes, she does look like you, Melissa-- more like you than Dana. 

*****

He allowed Mulder to stay past polite visiting hours, maintaining a stern but silent distance as much as possible. Because of this man's testimony, Dana stood a chance. Her daughter stood a chance.  

“Bill, I’m so tired,” Tara had whispered, massaging her drooping head with both hands. She looked up, eyes clouded with confusion and grief-- for Dana, for this little girl, for their first Christmas as a growing family. “I just want to get some sleep.” 

His own headache seemed to radiate from the top of his skull to the slope of his shoulders: everything tensed, everything ached. Wearily standing, he nodded. “Then let’s get you to bed, Honey.”

“He won’t think it’s rude?”

“I don’t think the normal standards apply to him, Tara. It’s late, anyway.” 

They lumbered to the staircase, fatigued, when Dana poked through the doorway. “You guys okay?” 

Of course they weren’t. His sister was murdered. His other sister had an unidentifiable chip in her neck. His brother had started speaking to him again and sent a gift to Dana for Christmas. His wife’s hard-won holiday was shot. His baby was due two weeks ago. His little sister had a daughter that wasn't hers. His mother was almost sick with worry. The pain never stops. 

“Could you take Tara’s other arm so we can…?”

And Dana did, like he knew she would: a need to be of use. Perhaps as penance, for everything. 

*****

He should have expected Dana and Mulder would vanish in the night.

He woke a fitful hour later to the surprise of an eerily quiet house; and was still more surprised that the two of them had not simply dropped into a deep sleep on the couch rather than… wherever they’d gone. He didn’t know which outlook was more grim: the thought she’d followed her partner back to his motel or the suspicion that they were both chasing down another lead in the Sims’ case. 

It was after eight when the phone rang, about the time Maggie would be up and about.

“Hello? Um, it’s Dana… Mom, if you can pick up the phone--”

“Dana? It’s Bill.” 

He heard her long sigh through the wire, wondered how many times she’d watched the clock to increase her odds of avoiding him. “Bill. Hi.” 

“Where are you, Dana?”

“I’m… at the hospital. Emily’s sick.”

The pain never stops. “She is? How sick-- what happened?"

“I don’t know, it’s…. She has a rare disorder that was being treated before her parents’ murder. We don’t know…. We’re working on diagnosing her condition right now so we can treat her.” 

“Do you want us to be there with you?”

“No. No, I, uh, think it’s best that you and Mom and Tara keep your distance, for now. Until we know something.” 

“Is her condition communicable?” 

“Bill…. It’s safer if you three stay away.” 

“Dana.” 

“...Yes?” 

“We’ll pray for her.” 

*****

Maggie intended to call Dana after lunch, but by eleven o’clock the three of them had checked into labor and delivery. By three, Dana still hadn’t answered her phone; and by four they were transferred to a private room. 

“Mom, leave it!” Bill yelled, his wife’s excruciating grip sapping away the last reserves of his patience; but it was Tara’s pleading “Mom,” that drew her back. 

It was late when his sister reconnected; and, with labor stalled and an epidural in, he nodded-- with his wife's go-ahead-- at Maggie, who hurried to wherever the Sim girl's ward was and back in under forty minutes.

Matthew was over six hours old before Dana called again. From his periphery, Bill watched his mother grab the phone and dodge into the hall as Tara shifted slightly in her sleep.  His all-consuming focus, however, was on the quiet baby in his arms-- staring at his son’s tiny, clenching fists; wondering if his baby hairs would rust like his sisters’ or darken like his own. 

He didn’t glance up when Maggie reentered and approached; but he snapped to attention when her quivering exhale broke the silence. 

Tears were streaming down her red cheeks, black makeup smearing in small splotches around her eyes. 

“Bill….”

Emily was gone. 

*****

Dana poured her grief into meticulous planning-- despite wanting to do more, the family was only allowed to assist with sorting paperwork and dialing up Bill's priest for the funeral service.

Between baby Matthew’s homecoming, Tara’s recovery, new parenthood, and necessary arrangements, it took over a week before he realized Mulder no longer came to the house. 

*****

The first time Bill saw Dana's child in person was at her wake.

She was Melissa-blonde-- the red not yet prominent enough to shift her from strawberry to flaming redhead-- and Dana chubby. Her pretty little dress still smelled new, its blue perfectly complementing the small, gold cross necklace draped across her neck. 

He stood silently by as the funeral director lowered the coffin lid, refusing to think about the fact he’d never gotten to look into his niece's eyes.

*****

New flights were booked two days before Emily’s funeral; and two days after, his mother and sister were packing up for their return trip back to D.C.

“D.C.? Don’t you want to spend time with Mom in Maryland?” 

Dana had paused and straightened to her full height. “No. My extended leave is almost up. Besides, I need to get back to work.” 

“Back to work? You want to go back to work after everything?” 

“Bill,” she snapped; then deflated, slumping onto the bed. “I can’t have this discussion right now.”

“Dana… we almost lost you, we’ve lost Melissa-- now Emily’s buried in my church cemetery. When will it be enough?”

“Bill, please. Don’t.” 

She was going to cry. With the lack of sleep, the unreality of the past few weeks, and the infuriating nature of this impossible situation, even he might cry. 

As if on cue, Matthew’s wails and Tara’s animated shushes floated down from the master bedroom, by turns swiftly grieved and swiftly soothed. Bill stood, half-in and half-out of Dana's door, trying to fathom the overwhelming protective surge that coursed like fire under his skin. In a split second, something ripped or erected or split apart-- hard to define, but powerful in its finality.

Turning to walk away, he added, “Fine. But tell Mom not to call me when you’re in trouble again, Dana-- I won’t lose my child, too.” 

*****

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[darylsonlylove]

Hi. Here's my second fic. I hope y'all will like it. Thanks if you read it.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, 18+, little age gap, jealous!Rick, sub!reader.

Summary: You help Glenn find a ring for Maggie and Rick thinks you cheating.

"Glenn can we go?" I asked Glenn if we can go to scavenging. Well we don't exactly going on a scavenging run, I'm helping him to find a ring for Maggie.

Maybe I stand a little close to Glenn, I noticed it because my husband, Rick grabbed my waist and pulled me into him.

"Where do you think you're going honey?"

"Scavenging"

"With Glenn?"

"Yes, sweetie, we will be back before dark alright?"

"You don't want me to go?"

"No, no, we'll be alright" I kissed him on the cheek and left with Glenn.

I had a feeling that Rick thought the worst out of this. But I can't tell him 'cause Glenn will kill me.

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Well we didn't exactly get back before dark and we nearly got killed on the run, but we found the perfect ring.

I said bye to Glenn who was beside me this whole time.

I went to our house I shared with my husband obviously, I tried to be as quiet as possible but I eventually failed when I saw Rick standing in the kitchen, looking at me with anger.

I knew what was coming.

"Before dark hmm?"

"Rick look, I know what you think okay?"

"What I think, what I think is that my lovely wife said that she will be back before dark and here she is, you know it's almost midnight." He said as he walked closer and closer.

I walked backwards till my back hit the wall. He was right in front of me. Then he said:

"On your knees" He said but I didn't move.

"Now"

I got down on my knees. Then he reached for his belt and undid his trousers.

I was already wet just looking at him. Then he grabbed his member and pulled it out.

"Suck"

I did what I was told.

"Good fucking girl"

I sucked on his cock, teasing him a bit, but eventually he had enough and shoved it down my throat.

"Take it like the good girl you describe yourself"

I heard some mumbles here and there, then without a word he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. Then he grabbed my arms and stood me up.

He looked at me with lust and hunger and kissed me like never before. His tongue played with mine for a minute.

"Upstairs now" he said then whispered in my ear "be naked" then he bit my earlobe.

I went upstairs, undressed and waited.

Rick came up a minute later, he looked at me, more than my body than me. I noticed something in his hand. It was his handcuffs.

"No" I said to him as he kept coming closer to me.

"Lay on the bed"

"Rick, no"

"Lay on the fucking bed baby."

I layed down on the bed. He came up to me, towering over me.

"Give me your hands" I did and he handcuffed me to the headboard.

He looked down at me with a smirk on his lips. He kissed me then went lower and lower leaving a lot of hickeys behind.

When he reached my pussy, I thought I was gonna explode. First he just teased me then without a warning shoves two fingers in.

I was a moaning mess by than.

"Rick, please, I'm sorry" I cried.

"Sorry for what, my love?" He sped up his fingers and used his finger to massage my clit. I barely made the words out.

"Fo-for coming home late"

"You wanna come darling?"

"YES" I screamed. He let me come, I thought that was it, but boy I was so wrong.

I was sure the handcuffs would leave marks but I didn't care less.

He undressed and shoved his dick in me hard, I gasped. He put up a pace I couldn't even think he had in him. He was deep inside me and I enjoyed every second of it.

"You like that baby, hmm?"

"Ye-yess Rick please"

"You like it rough don't you"

"I do" I said and not even a second later I came again.

"Come in me baby, I want it" I said to him panting and he picked up his pace and filled me up.

He stayed in me for a minute, then rolled over.

"Can you get me out of these handcuffs?"

"No, I'm not even nearly done with you baby."

He said and went down to my pussy again.

He kept making me come until I couldn't take it anymore. I think he made me come like five times in a row.

"Did you learned your lesson baby?"

"Yes, I did"

"Good girl" He said and kissed me gently and we went to sleep. I was sure as hell I couldn't walk tomorrow.

@catt-leya I finally finished it darling🥺💞

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii!! Here I am with another chapter! Our guys left the farm and now they need to find other place where they can be safe and Lori could have her baby. So... let's to see what's happen!

Thanks for reading, the comments and reblogs I'm really happy that you liked the story!

Enjoy this part too!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife/ Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 9.

Masterlist.

Warnings: TWD tense moments and violence. Fluff stuff.

Words: 3.400

Summary: You found the prison, you have a new home, but not everything is so easy.

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Chapter 9. Prison.

You have lost count of how long you have been wandering without stopping for even two seconds to sleep. Lori is getting bigger and bigger, each time the urgency to find a safe place weighs on all of you like a burden. Time is running out on your account.

God, you would have even eaten from that can of dog food Carl found in the last house you unsuccessfully tried to shelter in. Daryl has managed to catch an owl, but it didn't have much meat on it either. You are now standing in your cars, some of them are still running, which is almost like a miracle, Lori is catching her breath, running and walking for a long time is already proving to be a hard task for her.

"I'm gonna see if I can find somethin' else to eat." Daryl says looking at Rick.

"I'm coming with you." He nods with his knife, following the archer.

The rest of you stay behind to secure the perimeter. Carl and Sophia are with Carol and Lori, they're hungry, but hanging on as best they can, as is everyone else. You sigh, picking up your arrows and counting them. You don't have many left, in a little while you should look for new branches and make more, in the last escape you left too many on the way. You grab your knife picking up several branches from the ground and start sharpening the tip of each one.

"I'm hungry..." Sophia murmurs.

"I know, honey, but you have to hang in there for a bit, Daryl and Rick have gone to get more food." Attempts to cheer up her and her mother.

"Can we practice?" she asks again, looking at you.

"Sure, let's aim for those trees over there." You point to some trees near the road.

You don't need to go very far, just a few yards, it's not much but it will keep the kids distracted, at least for the time Rick and Daryl are away. In those months they have improved a lot, both Sophia and Carl, even Carol is more skilled with her own bow, Carl is still more comfortable with the gun his father gave him, but he knows how to defend himself with both, Sophia for her part has perfected the technique and like you, carries a knife in her belt in case she runs out of arrows. They are still children, but they have learned fast and have taken on the role of being one more in the group, their childhood is being left behind, forced to grow up too fast.

"Uh, that was a close one." Sophia protests when her arrow falls a little short of yours.

"That wasn't bad at all." You smile flatteringly to keep her from getting discouraged. Suddenly your arrow flies through the air, you turn and see Daryl and Rick emerge from the trees. "You owe me an arrow." You reproach him and he twists his head, as if it doesn't go with him.

"We bring news." Rick says, gaining everyone's attention. "We've found a place..."

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If at any other time in your life you had been told that the safest place to live was going to be inside a prison, you would have laughed, very hard too. But now, it's as rational as it gets. It won't be easy to get in, Rick explains the plan, how he wants to divide the group to enter and attack the dead. The main idea is to close the gates, occupy the entire garden, at least there with the watchtowers you would have a roof in case the weather in Georgia should change again. Maybe little by little you could try to get in.

You all know your place and your mission. Beth along with Maggie and Lori stand on one side of the fence drawing the attention of the dead. You make a hole so you can enter, Carl and Sophia along with Carol, Glenn, Rick, Daryl and you advance down the outside corridor heading towards the main gates where the front yard you want to occupy is.

"Ready?" Rick asks in a whisper.

You all nod as he opens one of the doors. The first shot is yours. From the position, along with Sophia, you clear the way for Carol and Daryl who run to one of the watchtowers to shoot from there, giving Rick a clear path as he runs to the other door to close it, preventing the Walkers from getting out. Leaving all that space for you.

It is immense, a free place, without danger, you have checked that none of the fences have any holes that you could regret. Nothing. Everything is yours. You are exhausted, but happy, you no longer need to keep running, you can set up camp there, rest at last.

You can't help it but as you enter the safe zone, you drop down on the growing grass, throwing your bow, spreading your legs and arms in a star shape, smiling broadly, laughing. Carl and Sophia mimic you by throwing themselves right next to you, you hear Carol get excited at the amount of space you have and your laughter grows louder. A figure blocks the sun in front of you, you open your eyes to discover Daryl looking down at you from above, head cocked to one side.

"Enjoyin' a sunny day, Majesty?" he jokes raising an eyebrow, stretching a hand toward you.

"You're not going to depress me, not today, Dixon." You joke with him, but accept his hand and let him lift you up. "It's a huge place."

"And it's all ours...come on, we still have to move the bodies out of the way."

You accept his orders, you're in too good a mood for some zombie bodies to dampen your spirits. Together you pile up the bodies, bring the cars and the rest of your supplies into the same place, manage to unlock the main doors so you can close the corridor and the door to the courtyard. Again you have that feeling of calm surrounding you. It is true that from afar you can still hear the panting and grunting of the rest of the Walkers in the place, but Rick already seems to be looking for a solution for that. 

"We'll take different shifts on watch tonight." Rick says as you leave the cars and everything ready to set up the small camp. 

"I'll take the first shift tonight." Daryl says. "The rest of ya can rest."

"You need rest too." Carol tells him in a soft tone and you watch their interaction curiously.

Daryl and Carol are forging a bond, you can feel it, something between them is starting to appear and you smile once again. You're glad, he told you he missed your sister, that it hurt, but you also think Daryl has a right to feel something for someone new. Not to hold on to a memory. If he's chosen Carol, you're happy for them, because you like the couple they make and Sophia, though respectfully, is curious about the archer.

"You look very happy." Beth comments and you smile again.

"Yeah, something tells me we're starting a new life, don't you think? Looks like things are finally going to change..." You shrug feeling your heart hammer hard in your rib cage.

"Uhm, yeah, I guess..." She smiles a little too.

"You'll see how things get better." You want to cheer her up again and you hug her.

Night falls, but you are no longer afraid, the group prepare a fire, with what you still have left and have found, you prepare everything, divide the rations, giving the biggest ration to Lori, for her baby. You all are enjoying a quiet night, when you see Carol walk away from the group to the bus where Daryl is standing guard. A new smile breaks out on your face as you see her carrying a bowl of food for him. It's cute and cuddly, from your distance you see them talking, they seem to be joking, Daryl massages her shoulder, she has used one of the rifles to stop several Walkers, she looks exhausted, but holds on. You look away to give them privacy returning your focus to the group, Beth breaks into song and it warms your heart, Rick returns from inspecting the fence once more, Daryl and Carol appear shortly after.

Daryl walks over to you, sits down next to you and hands you his poncho, you look at him confused, but he just shakes his shoulders, like so many other times and pulls it over your head and you settle under the thick, warm fabric, looking up at him gratefully as he closes his leather jacket to keep his own warmth in.

"It's still gonna be cold tonight, and the fire might not hold much. I dunno where ya left yer damn jacket..."

"I lost it on purpose so you'd give me this." You joke and he rolls his eyes.

"I figured as much." He squeezes your shoulder and leans you against him. "Try to sleep."

"I can't, my shift on watch starts now." You laugh and let go of him slowly, getting up. "But I'm taking this with me." You wink at him pressing the poncho against you and grab the bow before heading towards the bus.

The night is quiet, dark, you've never noticed how dense it could be without all the light pollution, you like it, it's beautiful in its own way and the sky is covered with stars, even the moon seems bigger.

"Have ya fallen asleep already?" Daryl's voice startles you for a moment and you see him climb onto the roof of the bus where you are.

"What are you doing here?" you ask with a frown. "Don't you know what sleep means?"

"Nope. Ya?"

"It's my turn, I don't need to sleep."

"We all need sleep... What do y'think of Rick's plan?"

"Risky, but if like he says we can get our hands on one of those blocks, with supplies, infirmary even some shower... that would be wonderful. Especially the shower thing." You hear Daryl snort in amusement.

"I've smelled worse, y'ain't that bad." He taunts you and you open your mouth wide, smacking him on the arm.

"I can't say the same for you! How do you do it? You rub dead squirrels all over yourself?"

"It's the special essence of the hunter."

You both laugh loudly as you wrinkle your nose in a gesture of complete disgust getting him to laugh louder, even for you it's impressive to hear him laugh like that.

"I've seen your... your thing with Carol."

"My thing with Carol? I dun have a thing with Carol, what are ya talkin' about?"

You smile, but shake your head without saying anything, leaving Daryl more confused if possible. He appreciates Carol, she's becoming a good friend, he feels safe talking to her, plus she also seems to be more confident talking to him than others in the group. But that doesn't mean they have something, maybe they do, since when did he feel so lost in this? Thinking back your sister was always the one who took the reins, since they were eight years old, but he thought he had learned to read how it all worked.

Maybe he's wrong.

He watches you silently, distracted, watching the sky with a small smile, always holding on to your bow, something that always gives you stability. Your knife and gun are in your belt, Daryl doesn't remember a single time you've used that gun, but you always carry it with you as plan C. He notices you've changed your hair, now you wear it loose, holding just a few strands at the back of your head, some strands moving in the soft night breeze, messing it up, crossing in front of your eyes. Daryl licks his lips and reaches over to tuck that unruly lock behind your ear. You don't pull away, it's not the first such gesture Daryl has had with you, he's always been a person who avoids contact except with people he feels confident with, you learned that many years ago. You look at him and smile, thankful that he is there with you, that you have talked things out and now things are moving at a good pace again. The months you've spent away, going back and forth has given you the time to talk and catch up on your lives and everything in general. You know it's not the same, but you feel that the tension that was between you at the first meeting, as if you were strangers, is gone.

"Seriously, what do ya mean with Carol?" 

"Never mind, come on, go get some sleep. You need it." You urge him, he doesn't seem to want to leave, but in the end he leaves you alone on the roof of the bus.

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When the sun rises again, you all get going, grab the last of your leftovers and put Rick's plan into action. The kids with Carol, Lori, Beth and Hershel stay on one side of the fence to get the attention of the dead again, so you can get inside, you form a huddle, no one separates, backs together so you have all flanks covered. You stay a little behind, shoot some arrows, Daryl does the same when you have to reload, you cover his back, when he has to reload the crossbow. Without many, but between all of you you clean the courtyard fast, you are approaching the back where there is another group, but you can close the door and think about what to do with them later.

"Watch out!" You warn them as several Police Walkers appear, wearing special equipment.

Arrows are no good for them, they bounce off helmets and bulletproof vests, but Maggie manages to find a hole under one of the helmets and you all do the same.

It's an anxious few minutes, but you finally manage to clear the whole area you had planned according to Rick.

"We'll check that the block is secure and move on."

"If ya come with us ya'll have to use yer gun." Daryl tells you as you prepare to enter through the dark corridors.

"I can use my bow."

"It'll be darker, and there won't be as much room to reload, y'know that." 

"Then I'll use my knife."

"That's more dangerous..."

"Daryl..."

"We could use more people, now is not the time to argue about that, we need to secure as much of the perimeter as possible." Interferes Rick in your discussion.

"I'll use the knife." You insist and join the group.

"God, yer stubborn."

"We already have something in common." You joke putting yourself next to Maggie who also goes with you.

You use the knife, a lot to tell the truth, you have been caught in a mousetrap, the dead have started to appear everywhere, cornering you, forcing you to back up and look for an alternative way out until Hershel has been bitten in the leg, of course you don't leave him there, as you make your way you reach another wide room and close the doors at full speed. Rick shouts your name. You run up to him, holding Hershel while the sheriff cuts off his leg to prevent the infection from spreading. It's a drastic measure, more so in that situation, but neither of you want to lose the man. You take off your jacket and quickly cover the leg to stop the bleeding, Hershel is knocked unconscious from the pain, but that's not the worst of it. When you look up you discover that there are several prisoners locked up there, looking at you with surprise and confusion.

"Open the door!" shouts Rick, you go ahead, arranging one of the beds in the cell before they enter with Hershel in your arms.

"Lay him down here!" you shout also kneeling down to uncover the leg and take care of it. "We need to stop the bleeding, find something to burn the wound... we need bandages, alcohol... "You start to list.

"We haven't found the infirmary, now we have another problem outside."

"I'll try to clean him up as best I can, but we need to find it now. Carol, Lori, help me." You ask them and the three of you stay in the cell taking care of Hershel.

Things with the prisoners remain tense, they are not willing to leave the place, but you don't trust them to stay with you either. Rick tries to make a deal with them, half the rations for you and half for them, they will have to find another block to live in and not try to go to yours at any time. But you are busy, you have gone with Carl in search of the infirmary, you can't wait for them to decide what to do with the rest of the ward, Hershel needs immediate help.

"Stay close to me." You say to Carl, tightening your bow in search of any dangerous movement or noise. Carl moves to your side, walking slowly right behind you.

All the corridors are dark, in this part of the corridor there are isolation cells, luckily the doors are locked, if there is any threat, you won't be able to get out on your own. You advance down the corridor finding a small library and at the end of the same corridor, the infirmary. You sigh in relief, patting Carl's head.

"Let's grab everything we can and head back to the cell."

"Okay." He nods and tries to go in, but you stop him.

"Wait, I'll go in first, in case there's a threat." You warn him by opening the door to the infirmary and give a few knocks.

You hear gasps inside, something stirs on the gurney and from behind a bulkhead a nurse emerges in a consumed state. You quickly load the bow and shoot the woman in the head, Carl stirs behind you and peers over the gurney, shooting the guy lying there.

"Carl!" you whisper his name. "I told you to wait!" You scold him between whispers so as not to draw any more attention to yourself.

"He's on the stretcher strapped down, he can't do anything." He defends himself and you growl with a frown.

"I don't care, you came here without telling your mother, if anything happens to you..."

"I know how to defend myself, I'm not a child." He snorts angrily.

"Stop arguing; let's get everything we can and go back to the cell with Hershel. Come on."

Between the two of you you fill the bag with everything you need, some suturing tools and get back as fast as you can to the cell where Lori and Carol are still keeping an eye on Hershel who is still unconscious.

"We're here." You say opening the bag again to take out some bandages and the disinfectant.

"Where did you guys get all that stuff?" Lori looks at you in surprise.

"We went to the infirmary." Carl smiles proudly.

"You went to the infirmary?" Lori asks and then looks at you. "You took him with you without telling me?"

"I'm sorry, Lori, I didn't..."

"Are you not aware of what just happened to Hershel! How dare you put my son in danger?"

"She didn't put me in danger!" interjects Carl looking at his mother angrily. "I decided to go!"

"Carl, listen to me..." Lori tries to reason with him.

"Leave me alone! I'm not a kid anymore!" He yells again and storms out of the cell.

"You go with him, I'll stay with Carol taking care of Hershel." You tell Lori, she seems hesitant, but gets up and leaves you two alone.

"Are you okay?" Carol asks you as you continue to examine the leg of the man who is still unconscious.

"Yes, she's right, I should have told Carl to go back to the cells, I shouldn't have let him come with me. It's normal for her to be angry." You shrug, carefully stitching up some parts of the stump to make it easier for it to heal.

"Kids aren't kids anymore, we can't leave them out, they like being part of this."

"I know, but they are not my children, I can't make certain decisions." Carol rubs your back trying to give you some encouragement, but you're not down, just worried about Hershel coming out of this.

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[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Better Man

Previous

Settling into the Commonwealth was a strange experience for the Dixon family, for starters, it was like being in the old world again, with electricity, stores, parties, and money, yes, the US dollar was the currency used in this place, and for the children who had never seen something like this, it was especially weird to explain.

Another thing that had made Natalia want to run for the hills, was being reintroduced to her parents, who she believed were both dead on a cruise in the middle of the ocean, but as luck would have it, they had wound up here of all places.

Not only was she surprised to find out that her mother had lasted ten years, but also that she had left her husband alive, instead of sacrificing Natalia's step father a long time ago.

The woman who had initiated the couple in, had been very thorough in where she was trying to place where she had seen Natalia's face before, and then it hit her, that one of their upper class elites, had to be of relation.

Apparently, due to their rankings, and how well off they were before, Natalia's parents had earned themselves a level of importance in the Commonwealth, because that was how things were done around here, who cares about walkers when you can have classism and capitalism.

Considering the parentage of Natalia, and her schooling, she was seen as a "well of" Person, from what she told them, at least, though Daryl, obviously, was not, which put them at not complete bottom, but they weren't becoming millionaires anytime soon, this had helped them at least get a house to fit their five children and Dog.

Evelyn, their eldest, had decided she didn't want to join her parents on their move to the Commonwealth, even though they had pleaded, and begged, and bribed, she'd stuck with her decision to go back to the Hilltop, with Maggie and Lydia.

When Natalia had finally met her parents, accidently, whilst on a tour of the community, it hadn't ended as sweet as you'd reckon a thirteen year reunion would go.

Natalia's mother had made a scene in the crowd, over the appearance of her daughters husband and children, the woman could not believe it, and had left in a hurry, not before delivering a slap to the adult woman's face, for her "whorishism."

It was late at night on their third day in the Commonwealth, the kids were all tucked up in bed, after a long day of unpacking, leaving Daryl and Natalia to finish exploring the downstairs part of the small house, changing things to fit their old one, until a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Daryl told her, as she stirred her herbal tea, hoping to lift up her spirits.

"Okay, baby." She sighed.

She dipped the teabag once more, before draining it and tossing it in the trash.

"Nat." Daryl hissed from the front door.

"Who is it?" She asked, leaning against the wall, looking at him.

"Yer step dad." His eyes widened in urgency as he revealed their late night visitor.

"What?" She gasped.

"Nah, I just made it up." he rolled his eyes "He's right outside, alone."

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do, just back away from the door, turn off the lights and pretend we're not home, problem solved."

"Talia." The old man called through the door. "I know you're in there, could you open the door, my old bones can't handle this weather."

"Stop lying, you ain't that old, Peter!" Natalia clapped her hands over her mouth as soon as she spoke, her eyes shooting wide.

Daryl threw his hands in the air, sick of her shit, always running her mouth.

She rolled her eyes.

"Please, honey, I just want to make sure you're okay, y-y'know, we thought you were dead, this entire time, and I still never managed to get over it... too painful." He stammered.

Daryl looked at her, and she sighed.

"Open it." She folded.

Daryl did as told, opening their new front door.

"Thought you guys were dead, too."  Natalia told the man, that had been her step father, longer than her real father was alive in her life.

"Oh, Tally." He sighed, rubbing his balding head, his eyes meeting hers, realising the daughter that he had spent years mourning, was alive, and well, and somehow, had travelled hundreds of miles to end up in the same place as him.

"Nat?" Daryl asked, quietly, wondering if this was too much for her, he'd kick the old man out of his home, if he had to, he didn't give a shit.

"S'fine." She nodded at him, but her focus didn't leave the old man. "Pete, how- what happened?"

"Do you mind if I sit down, this, this is just..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"Sure." She waited for him to sit down, before she decided to sit down on the opposite couch. "Daryl, you mind getting Michael a hot tea?"

"'Course." He patted her shoulder, moving towards the kitchen.

"So, that's...?"

"Daryl." She answered.

"Looks nothing like Harry."

"And he ain't nothing like him, either."

"Thats good, never did like that boy. But what.... what happened... to him and- and Winnie?" He stumbled through his sentence, trying to speak through the clog in his throat, that man had loved her daughter, as if she were his own grandchild, it was something she had always admired and respected him for.

"They didn't make it." She whispered. "Was early on, I'm sorry."

"Honey, don't say that, I am incredibly sorry, I'm just thankful that you're here, and I hope they didn't suffer too much."

"They didn't, I promise." She lied, but what could she actually tell him? Definitely not the truth. "So you and Mom, how?"

"With a whole lot of luck, actually." He chuckled, but he didn't even find anything funny. "It was about two weeks into our cruise, they started getting this weird message on the radio feedback, but when they tried to get a response, there wasn't any, then we saw all these helicopters flying over the waters, none of them took notice of the large ship full of people, well, eventually, one had thought we were worth being filled in on, what was going on around the world, they had told the captain, over the bullhorn to redirect to Virginia, here, because of that Helicopter, they accepted us in, let us join the community, me and your mother, we helped set it up, we helped establish the same systems as the old world, matter of fact, you remember your mothers old friend Pam?"

"Yeah, sorta?"

"Well that's the Governor?" He smiled brightly.

"Yeah, I knew one of those, once..." Natalia commented, bitterly. "So, you and Mom have been here, the entire time?"

"Can you believe it, I'm just glad that you're finally here, but tell me, what have you done in the last ten years?"

"Here." Daryl set the tea on the small table in front of the man, he went to head upstairs, give them some space, but Natalia grabbed his arm, tightly, pulling him to sit down beside her, refusing to let go as she pinched the skin, in her grasp, without even looking at him.

Daryl got the message, she didn't want to be alone with the man.

"I see you have a ring." Peter looked at Daryl, "Did you have a wife before?"

He patted his thigh, looking at Natalia.

"Nope."

"Oh." He realised. "Well, congratulations."

"Uh huh."

"Y'know, your mother would be glad to know that you found happiness."

"Don't ruin this by lying to me." Natalia stared him down. "You were there the other day."

"Your mother, she doesn't know much about the outside world, we were very sheltered from it all, she thinks that you just simply left him, and moved on with... another man, that's all it is."

"Who gives a shit? Think I'm a bit old to need my mothers approval."

He laughed, "You haven't needed your mothers approval since you started middle school."

Natalia heard a scuffle In the hallway, but apparently the two men had missed it.

She held up her hand, twisting to look at where the noise was coming from.

"Girls? Why aren't you in bed?" She called.

"Told you to be quiet." Daisy hissed.

"Alright, come on out." Daryl called to the twins. "Now."

"We weren't eavesdropping, promise." Daisy told them, when they shuffled out, Bambi stood quietly behind her sister.

"Then what were you doing, should be asleep." Natalia said.

"Couldn't sleep." Daisy shrugged, as they both walked towards their parents.

"You got your first day of school tomorrow, you wanna fall asleep during class?"

"But, Mommy, I'm scared, you said it's gonna be different to regular school, what if the other kids are mean."

"Or what if they think we're weird, cause we ain't like them, we ain't soft."

"Honey, they're not gonna think that." Natalia shook her head. "And they ain't gonna be mean, either, cause if they are, then you tell me and I'll deal with it."

"But, Dad said that they're not like us, they're weak, and they won't like us, cause of it." Daisy huffed, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Well, your dad should keep his mouth shut, sometimes." Natalia looked over her shoulder at him.

"Mommy, who's that man?" Bambi whispered.

"That's..." She gave it some thought. "Babies, I want you to meet your Grandfather, Grandpa Pete." 

"What's a grandfather mean?" Daisy asked, confused.

"Well, honey" Natalia ignored the teary eyes of her stepfather. "You know how you have Daddy, one day, if you have children, they will have a daddy, maybe, and then, he" She pointed at Daryl, "Will be your children's grand daddy, the daddy of the parent, does that make sense, yeah, well Grandpa Mike, that's my step dad, so that's your grandad."

"Where's Daddy's dad?" Bambi asked.

"Dead, sweetheart." He answered. "Watched it happen, too, don' worry, he ain't coming back."

"Pete, you okay?" Natalia asked, finally paying attention, but making a mental note to bring up Daryl's dead dad talk, later.

"Yeah." He blinked. "Uhm, what are your two's name's?"

"Girls." Daryl urged them to answer, prying Bambi off of him to face the man.

"My name's Bambi."

"Daisy." Natalia warned her.

"Fine." The girl rolled her eyes. "My name's Daisy."

"I'm Bambi." Bambi gave him a small wave.

"Hello, it's nice to meet the two of you, I just- you both are just as beautiful as your mother, when she was your size."

"What was Mom like at our size?" Daisy tried.

"An angel." Natalia answered, quickly, earning a snort out of Peter.

"Y'know, I could tell you girls some story's about your mother." He chuckled, gleefully.

"We love story time!"  Bambi cheered.

"Aunt Nat, He's awake, again!" RJ called, from upstairs.

"He's crying for you." Judith reported, also from upstairs.

"Would you look at that? No time for stories, I gotta go settle your brother again, and you should be asleep too, so I think it's time for Pete to go home, as well."

"You have a son?" Peter asked, his jaw slack, his eyes wandering to Daryl, who gulped.

"Yes, who apparently needs me."

"And the other children, they are?"

"Our niece and nephew, look, it's really late, and I gotta deal with these lot." Natalia sighed, taking the twin's hands, leading them towards the stairs.

"Right, right, my apologies, but, Tally, please, I would love to take you to lunch, maybe the both of you, or all of you, I just want to get to know you and your beautiful family, if you'll let me."

"And what about..."

"Your mother doesn't need to know, not until she or you are ready to make amends, I promise."

"I'll think about it, Daryl, would'ya." She nodded at the door, and he took the hint, moving to open it once again.

"Mommy." Daisy started, as they walked up the stairs.

"Yeah, honey."

"Even though your Mom isn't great, I think you're the best mom in the world."

"I do, too." Bambi agreed.

"Girls." Natalia felt her cheeks get hot, as she smiled to herself. "I love you both, so much." She hugged them tight, as they walked to their room. "But I don't wanna see you until the morning, goodnight, and I love you, your father will be up to resay goodnight, in a minute."

"Momma!" Archie screamed from his bedroom.

"Aunt Nat." RJ repeated.

"Yeah, sweetie, I can hear, I'm coming." She turned back to her twins. "Lay down, go to sleep."

But before she could walk out the room, she rushed back in to tuck them in tightly and kissed their foreheads and cheeks, just as Daryl walked up the stairs.

"Your turn." She patted his chest, going towards the boys room. "Jude, go back to bed, lovey." She shut Judith's door.

"Momma." Archie whimpered, his tiny hands reaching for her, when Natalia entered his and RJ's room.

"Babyboy, what's wrong?" She asked, picking him up, wiping his tears, kissing his cheek.

"He just kept crying for you, guess he just misses you." RJ shrugged.

"I'll take him to my room, so you can get some sleep, buddy." Natalia gave the boy a side hug, kissing his head.

"Night, Aunt Nat." He yawned, climbing back into his bed.

"Night, sweetie." She walked out his room, closing the door. "Sleepover with Momma and Daddy, baby?"

"Yeah." Archie pouted.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked, closing Judith's door, again, after saying his goodnights to her.

"Missed me." She answered, entering their room, the last one for the night.

"Ya missed yer dad?" Daryl asked his only son.

"Momma." He snuggled into her chest, making the woman smirk.

"It's okay, Mommy and Archie cuddles." She dropped him down on the bed.

"Hey, you alright?" Daryl asked, pulling his shirt off over his head.

"About what?" Natalia asked, pulling off her own top, exchanging it for a comfier one, for bed.

"Him." He nodded his head to the door. "Coming to the house."

She shrugged.

"Dunno how to feel, honestly, I'm too tired, what's the point of feeling, shit's just gonna happen anyway." She pulled off her jeans.

"He uh, he wanted me ta give ya this." He hesitated before holding out his hand, a silver chain on his palm.

"Oh my god." She gasped. "He gave this to me at their wedding, said he was trying to buy my approval." She couldn't help the small smile that slipped on her face, as she held the top of it, to examine it, the N dangling in the air. "I left it at my mothers, I can't even remember why, but I was so mad that I did, and he had it this entire time, help?"

She passed it back, grabbing her hair and holding out of the way, so that he could put it back on, which he did, kissing her shoulder when he had done it, but he wasn't expecting her reaction to be shrugging him off and moving to climb in their bed, holding their son, who layed in the middle.

He evaluated anything he could've done to earn that, before getting into bed on his own side.

Archie had fallen asleep pretty quickly and easily, in the comfort of his parents, but Daryl watched out the corner of his eye, how Natalia dragged that initial across her lips, her brows furrowed as she seemed deep in thought.

"You sure you're okay?" He whispered.

"Fine." She dismissed, the chain falling from her fingers, instantly, as she turned over, her back facing him.

A month had passed, with them living in the Commonwealth, Natalia had agreed to meet up with her stepfather, Peter, but she hadn't allowed her children, she decided she'd be keeping her family away from her parents, until her mother wasn't such a large question mark, on whether she would "attack" them or not, until she had joined Peter on one of their lunches, making the man double back on his promise.

Apparently, Monica, her mother, had given up on her daughter, but not her grandchildren, Peter, the weasel, had shared the news about their twin daughters, their two "adopted" daughters, and their son, she especially wanted to meet her biological grandkids, is what she had said in her own words.

It had taken Natalia a week, to finally approve of her mother joining them for dinner, in the instance that she pays, to be near her kids, letting them meet the wicked woman, this had only been, as Monica had kept appearing in the places they were, trying to make her own meet and greet happen.

"There's my lil cowgirls!" Natalia cheered, her Pumpkin, Archie, in her arms, as the twins were the first to emerge from the haunted house, dressed in identical cowboy outfits, Daisy sporting a green scarf, and Bambi in blue. Judith, who was dressed like a witch, followed, RJ and Daryl were the last to come out.

The Commonwealth had thrown an whole festival to celebrate Halloween, and it was the first time the kids would be even celebrating a holiday, which had made Natalia very, very giddy.

"Here, Luicfer, here's your devil mask, did you enjoy it?" She asked, handing RJ his missing part of his costume.

"RJ cried like a lil baby." Daisy told her, tilting her cowboy hat back.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Dais, didn't you scream for your daddy, when the fake walker came out?" Judith asked her, raising a brow.

"Yeah, only cause he didn't let me bring my bow, I woulda handled it." She rolled her eyes.

"Well, you ain't seeing that bow of yours again, since ya decided ta bring it to yer class." Daryl weighed in.

"It was an accident." She argued.

Judith nudged her head to go get a cake, from the bakery Carol works at, whilst Daisy argued her innocence, and Natalia smiled at her agreeing she could go off, on her own.

"Mommy, I wasn't scared of the house."

"I know you weren't, baby." Natalia told Bambi, petting one of her braids.

Carol had then walked over, with a tray of baked goods, letting the three pick off it.

"What do you say?" Natalia reminded.

"Thank you." All three kids groaned.

"Thanks, Carol" Natalia spoke for Archie, snapping bits of the cookie off so that he could eat it.

"So, what do you think?" Carol asked.

"Takes a minute to get used to all this, you know?" Daryl spoke.

"You know, this place was up and running long and before we ever got here." Carol commented.

"We're aware, my mother never lets me forget it." Natalia rolled her own eyes.

"Point is, maybe we don't have to do anything to make it work."

"No, there's always something you gotta do to make it work." Daryl slightly tapped the swinging apple, as the kids played around it.

Cheers erupted as Pamala Milton emerged from her building, her assistant, Maxine followed behind, with a tray of candy floss, as the Governor chucked candy into the crowd.

"Kids, scatter, where she is, your grandmother isn't far away." Natalia warned the twins.

"Well, she isn't gonna miss the pumpkin you're lugging around, if your idea is to hide from her." Carol warned.

"Yeah, but the perk of that is that Archie doesn't know many words, compared to his sisters, so he can't do or say anything to cause anything. He's just my sweet lil adorable pumpkin." Natalia kissed the poor boys cheeks, whilst he ate his cookie.

Next, the Governor had started the costume competition, a little girl who was dressed as Michael Mercer had won 10 lottery tickets, he was the guy who was in control of the "Military/ police force" at this place.

"I always thought she was so classy." Carol smiled as everyone clapped for the woman.

"I never knew anything about her." Daryl added.

"She shouted at me once, cause I got juice on her expensive rug, I was seven." Natalia sighed.

"Hey, you two look busy." Carol caught Connie and Kelly's attention, as they walked up to the three.

Connie smiled at Archie, waving her finger at his costume.

"Connie's a reporter for the paper, and we've got a full day, so..." Kelly explained, signing as she spoke.

"How's work?" Daryl asked.

"It's nice to be reporting again, but Commonwealth news isn't exactly... hard-hitting." Kelly translated as Connie signed.

"Have you met Pamela yet?" Daryl continued.

"I've interviewed her once before the world fell." Kelly translated again. "Yeah, and you also got her uncle kicked out of Congress, so..." Kelly said for herself.

"That was you?" Carol asked.

She shrugged with a smile.

"We got to go. We have a lot to do before the masquerade ball, so..."

"See you later." Daryl nodded.

Natalia watched her husband as he looked after the woman, with her sister, holding their son rather tightly, a weight on her chest, that had been there since a month ago, felt rather heavy.

"I hear the both of you are going to this ball." Carol smiled.

"We got to get to work." Daryl spoke for her, taking Archie from Natalia.

"Yeah. See you guys later."

"Yeah, see you, Carol." Natalia smiled politely.

They had dropped Archie off at the Daycare before getting ready for work at their home, where they had also met up with Rosita.

The three of them had ended up working at the military, Daryl and Rosita were troopers for the army, whilst Natalia, with her college degree's, had ended up becoming an interrogator/ detective, something she was planning on becoming, before she had become pregnant, of course. But it meant that they all worked at the station together.

"Hey, there you guys are." Rosita smiled as they walked up. 

"Hey to you, too" Natalia jogged forward, hugging the woman tightly.

"You want to tell me about any cases?" Rosita asked.

"Oh, you know I can't do that, that's for the big leagues to know, sorry, but Mike asked about me helping out with your guys training today, so, there's that."

"Mike? You're calling him Mike?" Daryl asked. 

"Well, yeah, we do work together, a lot, same as he calls me by a nickname." Natalia looked over her shoulder at him, holding Rosita's hand, as they walked in the rain. "Not a big deal."

"Yeah, yeah, I bet it ain't." He grumbled.

Once they had reached the abandoned houses, Natalia went off to speak to Mercer and the other lieutenants.

"Hey, you guys doing okay?" Rosita asked Daryl, watching him watch his wife.

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine, why do you ask?" He replied.

"I don't know, you guys seem pretty tense with each other, you hardly talk with out making things awkward."

"I don't know, neither." He sighed. "Probably got something ta do with her parents being around, gotta be weird for her."

"Yeah, yeah, could be that, or maybe it's just something to do with finding out her husband left her alone for months to go live with some woman in the woods, then lie about it for years to come, whilst she was pregnant, with his kids." Rosita said, thoughtfully.

"She- she told you-"

"Of course she did, said she forgave you... but, I was with her, when you wasn't, I had to see the pain she was going through everyday, Michonne might've lost Rick on that bridge, but Nat lost you, and you never were really gone."  She left him with that, before joining the other trainees.

"Welcome to the kill house." Mercer began, when ready. "In this exercise, killing is not your primary goal. I'm looking for speed and teamwork. Two teams of two will start the course simultaneously. One team goes through the house on the right, the other team takes the house on the left. There's one weapon per team, that must be shared. Your objective; get through the house, and all the rotters inside. There will be a rotter marked in red at the end of each house. First team to take out their red gets one step closer to earning their stripes. But fail to work as a unit, see what you get. Dixon, wanna tell them the teams." Mercer waved for Natalia to step forward.

"Alright, Hart, your with Tomas. Espinosa and Green. Quintana, Johnson. Dixon and Daniels. Team up, and lets get to it, we ain't got all day."

"You mind if I go with Espinosa? We make a good team." Daryl asked, as Natalia handed him a knife, looking at Mercer.

"Daryl, I didn't choose the teams, we did it by random, there's no switching." She looked at him through her brows. "So work well with Daniels, you guys are up first"

"We got this. I know you're the fastest and I'm the baddest, so we're good." Rosita laughed with her team mate, Green.

"Let's do this." He nodded back at her.

"Hey, I'm Jake." Daniels introduced himself.

Daryl put the knife in his open hand.

"What's up, Jake?" He grunted.

"So, I'm guessing that's your wife, heard she's Mercers new deputy, or something." He nodded at Natalia, who checked with the rest of the duos, before walking away to stand by Mercer, again. 

"Your guess is as good as mine." He replied.

Mercer raised his hand, before blowing his whistle, letting the two teams start.

"Taking it he doesn't work well in a team."

"Neither of them, really,  but they're good at what they do, can get creative when need to."

"But that's not what this is about, its about teamwork."

"That's the part which scares me." She sighed.

Daryl had ended up failing the mission, when Daniels called out for him, Mercer had to shoot the walker.

"Man, what was that, He was good, I was right there." Daryl told him, as they walked out the house.

"I said speed and teamwork." Mercer replied. "Green, Espinosa, nicely done. Dixon, You're with me."

"You're an idiot." Natalia snapped at her husband, following behind the large man.

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[the1975attheirverybest]

When you have time and only if you're up for it could we maybe have a blurb where gf comes back from a night out with her friends and Matty he's waiting for her because maybe there's some drama going around and he wants to hear the gossip and she's like "I don't want to bore you with this" and he goes like: I literally asked, this is better than any TV show.

But only if you feel up for it, totally fine if you aren't

💕

“Oh, honey I’m hooommeee” she announced, a bit buzzed on the drinks she’d sipped on all night.

“Hello, my darling.” Matty rushed to the entryway to greet her with his kisses, hugs, and a few playful tickles. He loved the sound of her flustered laughter when she would try to slither away from his tickle attacks. “You taste….like gin.” He laughed. “So…I guess someone’s had a fun night.”

“Hmm” she snippy hummed, leaning on him to kick off her shoes.

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean? You, didn’t have a fun night?” Matty raised an eyebrow, watching her expectantly.

“I had…a night.” She shrugged. “Want some food? Cuz I realllyyy want some pasta.”

“Baby, it’s almost midnight. Also, I’m gonna need clarification. What happened?”

“But, don’t you want some- some Parmesan? Some butter? All hot and melted together on some- some-“

“The word you’re looking for is ‘Pasta’” he laughed.

“No, genius! I know. But what’s the best kind of pasta to make buttered noodles with?” She rushed into the kitchen, aiming for the pantry.

“Literally noodles.” Matty, still in the hallway, said to no one in particular. “Okay, okay,” I don’t trust you with a stove. You seem a bit drunk.” He finally caught up to her, prying the box of pasta out of her hands. “You, go sot over there, and I’ll make the pasta.”

Matty flicked the kettle on, leaning against the counter as he waited for the water to boil. “So, tell me about your night…”

“Well, it was kind of dramatic, actually.”

Matty’s face lit up at the news. “Oh, yeah? Do tell…”

“Okay, so, you know how I told you that you couldn’t come tonight cuz it was just gonna be a girls night?”

“Yeah! You girls wanted to hang out and try to talk things out after the whole Camilla-Emily fiasco.”

The fact that he remembered the minute details of her inner circle made her giggle. “Yeah, exactly, so guess who showed up with her boyfriend?”

Matty covered his mouth with his hand “oh, Camilla, why??!”

“Obviously, that didn’t go over very well with Emily. You know, ever since the thing with the handbag and all.”

Matty turned around to grab a pot and fill it with boiling water, keeping his listening ears on. “Mhm…go on. What happened next?” He added a little salt to the water before dumping the pasta in and turning the stove on.

"Emily spent the first half of the night giving her the cold shoulder. Like, literally pretending she doesn’t exist. At one point, Emily bought a round of drinks for the whole table EXCEPT Camilla.”

Matty gasped dramatically. “Bro! That’s mean. Even if Camilla did deserve it a bit.” He sliced some butter in preparation for the pasta to cook.

“I- sorry, this is boring isn’t it? I haven’t even asked about you you yet. How’ve you been? How was your day?”

Matty shook his head, opening the fridge door and fishing out some Parmesan to grate over their pasta bowls. “Are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting for you all to hang out again so I could get the tea. I need to know what happened! Better than whatever nonsense is on TV these days.”He pulled out two forks from the silverware drawer and carried their bowls over to her, one in each hand.

“Extra, extra cheese one’s for you.” He slid the bowl across the table.

“You know what I’ve been thinking? Maggie had to have told Camilla what Emily said about her boyfriend. That’s the only reason she’d bring him tonight…”

[opheliajupiter99]

Hush Little Baby

The mystery man, the Gatorfolk now revealed to be Ronnie, sat off to the side of the Carnivale, near the swampy water surrounding it. He just sat there, by the waterside, in stunning silence, staring blankly ahead. Without a soul, the Baron couldn't do much to aid him, so the Baron was alternating between spending time with his new bride and doing his best to entertain Maggie and the other ghostly children, especially trying to distract Maggie, so she wouldn't think too hard of her brother's wretched fate.

To most, Ronnie appeared to be alone, but to his gaze, there was a woman sat beside him. She had short, curly blonde hair, and a 50's style housewife dress, seemingly stitched from various different pieces of leather, with a round freckled face, baby blue eyes, and a lime green necklace around her neck, that almost looked like it was made from scales. She gave the man a motherly smile, and began to sing, even those unable to see her able to hear her soft, honeyed voice across the breeze.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word,'

'Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.'

'And if that mockingbird don't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring,'

The song continued, almost as if comforting the man, though his face remained as blank and empty as ever.

(Thanks again generalticktock for this art <3)

[thesunsethour]

welcome back to part 3 of eve procrastinating her final exams by ranking her favourite songs by her favourite artists. today it is The Beatles' turn

(as always i must stress this is my opinion only. but i am also very nosey, so please tell me *your* opinions too)

(i'm ignoring songs in different languages, naked versions, and also any cover songs, so focusing exclusively on anything penned by lennon-mccartney or harrison or starr)

(this took me a week and a half. for context my killers' list took two days and hozier took four hours)

without further ado:

189. Wild Honey Pie (spoiler alert: i'm not a white album fanatic)

188.       Dig It (vibey but odd little song)

187.       Maggie Mae (didn't know for years this was a liverpool folk song)

186.       Only A Northern Song (not weird enough to justify itself)

185.       Revolution 9 (it achieves john's goal. still hate it though)

184.       All Together Now (worse precursor to the frog chorus)

183.       It’s All Too Much (i would like to apologise to yellow submarine)

182.       Flying (criminal that this is so far down actually. i only have myself to blame)

181.       I’ll Get You (bit samey)

180.       Savoy Truffle (i wrote down 'harrison's own muzak')

179.       Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey (wtf john)

178.       Thank You Girl  (harmonica has been utilised better)

177.       Every Little Thing (pretty okay)

176.       You Like Me Too Much (george still in songwriting training)

175.       I Want To Tell You (the beginning of george's 'i don't know' refrain in his songs. keep an ear out)

174.       The Inner Light (SO very george)

173.       Her Majesty (i'm irish so this had to be this low)

172.       You Can’t Do That (great john vocals here tbh)

171.       Honey Pie (you can so clearly hear the music hall inspiration. very paul)

170.       When I Get Home (bit samey but catchy enough)

169.       There’s a Place (better harmonica)

168.       I Need You (lovely harmonies)

167.       Not a Second Time (i always forget this song exists sorry to john lennon)

166.       It’s Only Love (i always think this ones on rubber soul)

165.       I’ll Cry Instead (conversely this is very beatles for sale coded i think!)

164.       Little Child (i am a sucker for the harmonica it has to be said)

163.       You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) (really campy ad-libs. a fan)

162.       I’m a Loser (john's voice is so deep in this one??)

161.       I Don’t Want to Spoil the Party (little foot tapper of a song)

160.       Piggies (george had been reading orwell! good for him)

159.       Don’t Pass Me By (ringo! hello!)

158.       I’ll Be Back (solid enough)

157.       Doctor Robert (one of the earliest examples of 'we will sing a song about a little random man')

156.       If I Needed Someone (solid george effort)

155.       Why Don’t We Do It In The Road (apparently about two monkeys fucking. okay paul)

154.       Baby’s in Black  (clever little lyrics)

153.       It Won’t Be Long (adore the coming home line)

152.       All I’ve Got to Do (sweet enough little thing)

151.       Hold Me Tight (classic paul asking for love. a staple of the genre)

150.       What Goes On (hiiiii Ringo!)

149.       Yer Blues (my notes say 'proto-morrissey-esque, but worse)

148.       Good Night (reminds me of a musical song. also originally thought this was a paul song)

147.       She’s a Woman (really dynamic paul vocals)

146.       What You’re Doing (solid paul job)

145.       No Reply (i cannot think of this song without hearing the bloopers of YOUR FACE)

144.       Happiness Is A Warm Gun (i may get killed for having this so low. reminder that this is only my opinion)

143.       Don’t Bother Me (i *think* this is the first album song that george ever wrote!)

142.       P.S. I Love You (he loves his epistolary songs does Paul)

141.       I’m Just Happy to Dance With You (another solid foot tapper)

140.       Any Time At All (love the piano in this)

139.       I’m So Tired (same)

138.       Birthday (i hate the beginning of this song with a visceral passion. rest is grand)

137.       The Night Before (very '50s)

136.       Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise) (the only bad thing about this song is that it means the album is over)

135.       Another Girl (bitchy little paul song)

134.       Tell Me What You See (song gets better as it goes on i think)

133.       The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill (hello yoko)

132.       Long, Long, Long (reminds me of my sweet lord)

131.       Ask Me Why (real jazzy like)

130.       Rocky Raccoon (i'm not mad on this song but the middle is so catchy it reels me in)

129.       Old Brown Shoe (ringo reference check!)

128.       Revolution 1 (not as good as revolution the single)

127.       Cry Baby Cry (love paul's little jaunty section)

126.       Yes It Is (sexy)

125.       Dig A Pony ("everything has got to be just like you want it toohoohoohoohoohooo"

124.       The Word (reminds me of grease)

123.       Hey Bulldog (some bits of music here remind me of 'Across the Universe')

122.       I’m Looking Through You (GREAT guitar)

121.       Sexy Sadie (can't remember which journalist said that AM's 4 out of 5 has this vibe and YEAH)

120.       I Me Mine (i will always adore the "flowing more freely than wine" lyric. thank you george"

119.       Things We Said Today (paul's so good in this one)

118.       Tell Me Why (catchy bop)

117.       Run For Your Life ("that's the end" SO good)

116.       Good Day Sunshine (nicely jaunty)

115.       Rain (love the instrumentation in this one)

114.       I Will (quintessential mccartney this)

113.       Love You To (making this list and hearing george's improvement as a songwriter was amazing actually)

112.       Octopus’s Garden (bless ringo)

111.       I Feel Fine (SO catchy)

110.       With A Little Help From My Friends (ringo's very best)

109.       Martha My Dear (i'm scared of dogs but i'll let this one go)

108.       Drive My Car (the beeps beeps always annoyed me as a kid)

107.       For You Blue (it is what it says - sweet and lovely)

106.       Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (love the laughter in it)

105.       Good Morning Good Morning (the guitar here is simply too cool for this song. elevates it greatly)

104.       You’re Going To Lose That Girl (beach boys vibes?)

103.       She Said She Said (john and george buddies and pals)

102.       Wait (john and paul's voices go SO well together do you ever get emotional)

101.       Think For Yourself (ANOTHER great foot tapper)

100.       I’m Down (well *somebody* thinks they're elvis)

99.         Misery (just. great structurally)

98.         I Should Have Known Better ("this could only happen to me" oh, john)

97.         Can’t Buy Me Love (one of the more Lennonesque mccartney songs)

96.         One After 909 (how did paul not know what this was about for over a decade)

95.         I’ve Just Seen a Face (absolutely gorgeous guitar)

94.         This Boy (thaaaasss boyyyy)

93.         You Won’t See Me (fab little chorus)

92.         Maxwell’s Silver Hammer (BANG BANG MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER CAME DOWN UPON HER HEAD 🔨 🔨🔨)

91.         Dear Prudence ("the clouds will be a daisy chain" is a line i've always adored)

90.         Yellow Submarine (i remember being 6 and our teacher playing this for us on her guitar)

89.         Mean Mr Mustard (love when john does a bit of narrative songwriting)

88.         Revolution (superior revolution version)

87.         Now and Then (cried on the tram on the way to college listening to this when it came out. as you were)

86.         Polythene Pam (love when their accent peaks through)

85.         Baby, You’re A Rich Man (a true lennon-mccartney collab with john not finishing something and paul adding his two cents, or rather, ten or twenty cents)

84.         Hello, Goodbye (i love the end of this song so so much)

83.         Mother Nature’s Son (soft and sweet, poignant but not sappy, one of the most underrated beatles songs of all time)

82.         Free As A Bird (cried listening to this too)

81.         Glass Onion (intertextual metanarrative: the song)

80.         Taxman (baby's first political song <3)

79.         I Wanna Be Your Man (hiiiiii again ringo)

78.         From Me To You (harmonica time again baby!)

77.         Being For The Benefit of Mr Kite! (i think of this as a spooky halloween waltz)

76.         Within You Without You (quintessential george)

75.         I’m Only Sleeping (underrated on revolver methinks)

74.         Your Mother Should Know (these songs WERE a hit before my mother was born)

73.         All My Loving (pure vintage mccartney)

72.         Do You want to Know a Secret (baby george and his fab vocals)

71.         Here Comes The Sun (okay nobody kill me. stop looking at me like that. its been winter for seventeen months george i can't fucking see the sun)

70.         Julia (so beautiful)

69.         Love Me Do (how were they pop song professionals already?)

68.         I Saw Her Standing There (paul loves a good scream in the middle of a song)

67.         A Hard Day’s Night (most iconic beginning of any song ever)

66.         Magical Mystery Tour (he loves a bus does paul)

65.         And Your Bird Can Sing (john's vocals are GREAT here)

64.         Sun King (the superior sun song on abbey road)

63.         Please Please Me (just. iconic)

62.         Eight Days a Week (for how good it is i can't believe paul didn't play it live till like 2013 or smth)

61.         Real Love (i never knew this was a beatles song when i was a kid!)

60.         The End ("the love you take is equal to the love you make"... yeah...)

59.         Back in the USSR ("my-my-my-my-" very billy joel actually)

58.         Ticket to Ride (mouth-watering guitar)

57.         For No One (the wario of 'And Your Bird Can Sing' no i won't explain further)

56.         All You Need Is Love (the she loves you yeah yeah yeahs at the end...)

55.         Blue Jay Way (so wonderfully eerie to me)

54.         She Loves You (love the long and powerful held note on the last "glad")

53.         I Want To Hold Your Hand (they were children my god)

52.         Across the Universe (some of my favourite vocals)

51.         Carry That Weight (paul going through it, writing bangers)

50.         Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (desmond and molly jones are close friends of mine at this stage)

49.         Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (overrated a bit imo but still simply iconic)

48.         Penny Lane (sorry paul, john won the MMT round w strawberry fields but its okay this song still is a bop)

47.         Tomorrow Never Knows (fucking well done on this one lads. love it)

46.         Getting Better ("a little better all the time" v "it can't get no worse" is just. peak lennon mccartney)

45.         Got To Get You Into My Life (INSTANT banger)

44.         Michelle (i am a sucker for french as long as its not spoken by french people <3)

43.         Lovely Rita (i always loved this one because paul says "book" like how my nanny says it)

42.         Helter Skelter (loud, fast, and brilliant)

41.         Get Back (billy preston the man that you were)

40.         She Came In Through The Bathroom Window (best of the abbey road medley)

39.         I’ve Got a Feeling (i LOVE paul's deep voice)

38.         When I’m Sixty Four (i love paul's granny music. sue me)

37.         Come Together (john was so good at writing these nonsense songs)

36.         The Fool on The Hill (adore the "ohHhHhHhHhHhh")

35.         Fixing a Hole ("when i'm wrong, i'm right" is so very paul)

34.         Girl (BRILLIANT middle)

33.         Help! (vulnerable without overdoing it. just fantastic)

32.         Day Tripper (unashamedly sexy)

31.         And I Love Her (i love basically everything about this song. ranking got so hard from here)

30.         You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away (john was ON IT for Help!)

29.         Nowhere Man (my brother thinks this will be the name of john's biopic)

28.         Lady Madonna (my favourite genre of paul songs are songs where he voyeuristically imagines someone's life. they always slap)

27.         Paperback Writer (i also write at shitty newspapers and want to be a paperback writer. this song feels too targeted)

26.         In My Life (so pretty. SO pretty)

25.         The Ballad of John and Yoko (imagine the vibes in the recording studio. john. yoko. paul. and yet they made this banger)

24.         Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) (my first ever favourite beatles song. has since been demoted but i still adore it)

23.         I am the Walrus (john at his weirdest best)

22.         She’s Leaving Home (i love when they write narratively)

21.         If I Fell (angelic harmonies)

20.         Don’t Let Me Down (fifth beatle billy preston supremacy)

19.         Because ("love is all, love is you"

18.         I Want You (She’s So Heavy) (vocals, instruments, lyrics, vibes, all incredible)

17.         Two Of Us (and if i said this was the best album opener?)

16.         Here, There, and Everywhere (paul says this is his favourite beatles song and you know what? he's so right for that)

15.         Oh! Darling (wario of the long and winding road. no i will not elaborate either)

14.         You Never Give Me Your Money ("OUT OF COLLEGE MONEY SPENT SEE NO FUTURE PAY NOT RENT" that is... me right this actual moment)

13.         Something (george said is anyone else gonna write one of the best love songs of all time? no okay i guess i will. and he did.)

12.         Golden Slumbers (cried to this as well. must stress i am not one to cry)

11.         Eleanor Rigby (the pinnacle of the MVS - McCartney Voyeuristic Storytelling)

10.         A Day in The Life (orchestra used to scare me when i was younger)

9.           While My Guitar Gently Weeps (george's best beatles song hands down)

8.           I’ll Follow the Sun (THE MOST UNDERRATED BEATLES SONG and i will die on this hill

7.           Yesterday (my father's favourite beatles song)

6.           The Long and Winding Road (my go to song to sing in the shower for some reason?)

5.           We Can Work It Out (pure lennon-mccartney baby!)

4.           Let It Be (the first and only song i ever learnt on ukulele and i was so proud of it)

3.           Strawberry Fields Forever (do i even have to say anything?)

2.           Blackbird (everything about this song is so beautifully perfect. paul mccartney is the best songwriter of all time okay. i've spent days upon days at this list and it's now making me emotional)

1.           Hey Jude (there's a reason it tops so many best songs of all time lists. a perfect 10. no notes. iconic. the first beatles song i played on repeat. would die slash kill to experience this live)

[scarisd3ad]

To the end and back | Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Chapter twenty two - love you like oxygen

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - regular twd warnings, mentions of wanting children, and pregnancy

'Say the word' 

s3 ep 5

so many people have died because of this not only Lori but carol, and T too. I hand the baby to Carl after he asks, "Can-can I hold her?" I nod as I wipe my eyes. I hand the baby over to Carl before tumbling back into Daryl's arms. Daryl strokes small circles into my back, trying to soothe me. I killed her. I promised I would keep her alive. I squeeze my eyes closed tightly as I try to stop the tears from falling, but I can't. They won't stop. They just keep coming. They roll down my cheeks and into my mouth. The familiar salty taste comforts me.

Rick is hysterical. He had fallen to the ground in a fit of sobs. "Oh god, Lori, Lori." he muttered as tears ran down his cheeks. We walk over to him; Daryl kneels down to the ground, waving his hand in front of Rick's face. "Rick, you with me? Rick?" it's like Rick isn't there in his body. He's somewhere else, staring off into space. "Let me see the baby." Hershel says. Carl begins to walk towards Hershel. "What are we goin' to feed it? we got anything a baby can eat?" Daryl asks. Hershel pushes the jacket wrapped around the baby away so he can get a good look at her. "The good news is she looks healthy. but she needs formula, and soon, or she won't survive."

"Nope. No way. Not her, we ain't losin' nobody else. I'm goin' for a run." Daryl declares as he puts his crossbow around his neck, letting it hang off his back. "I'll back you up." I propose. I know what formula to get and what to not. Letting Daryl go by himself is a big mistake. He doesn't seem like the man who would know what formula to get for a baby.

"I'll go too." Glenn says.

"Okay, think where we're goin'." Daryl says, then adds, "Beth." motioning for her to follow him. I kneel in front of Casey, who is now holding on tightly to my hand. "you're going to stay here with Maggie, okay? stay with Maggie." Casey shakes her head, and my brows furrow up. "I don't want you to go." she cries out, "Oh- case honey, I've gotta. y'know Daryl and Glenn aren't gonna know what to get. I've got to help them to make sure the baby stays healthy." a tear falls down her cheek as she wraps her tiny arms around my neck in a hug "what if the walkers come again?" she mumbles into my shoulder. I push her off me and cup her face in my hands. "Case that's not going to happen. Okay?" she nods reluctantly as she wipes her cheeks. "Good girl, be good for Maggie while we're gone."

"you two get the fence. Too many pile up; we got ourselves a problem," Daryl shouts as I stand up. "Glenn, y/n. vamanos!" just as we're about to leave, Rick stands up quickly before walking over to the axe he had dropped earlier. He picks it up and quickly runs up into the cellblock."Rick!"

"Get the gate!" Daryl shouts. We all stay put, staring at the door to the cell block. Lori didn't want Rick to see her body; she didn't even want him to shoot her if she turned. I doubt he wants to see what's left behind of her body; we left that door open to the room we left Lori in. I'm sure walkers have already gotten to her. "Come on, we're losin' light!" Daryl shouts, which makes Glenn and I scurry over to him.

"there's a Piggly wiggly on 85." Glenn says breathlessly as he tries catching up to Daryl. "no, the baby sections been cleared. Lori asked me and Mag to keep an eye out. I haven't had much luck." I say. "Is there any place that hasn't been completely looted?" Daryl asks. There wasn't much anywhere; most grocery stores were picked clean within the first few weeks, and most people took anything salvageable, like food and water, when they left their houses. We all stop, turning back towards Daryl. "We saw signs for a shopping center just north of here." Glenn says as I open the back door of Glenn and Maggie's car. "Yeah, but there's too much debris on the road. A car will never get through that." Most roads are covered with cars and bodies, especially in towns like this. "I can take one of ya." It's better for me to go than Glenn; having two clueless men on a mission to get baby formula is a tragedy waiting to happen. "I'll go."

"No, y/n, after everything you've been through today, I'll go." Glenn says as he walks towards me. Glenn can be stupid, and Daryl can be just as stupid at times, so it's better if I go because I know if I let them go without me, they will somehow bring back the wrong thing. I place one hand on Glenn's cheek, smiling softly at him. He smiles, thinking I will be obedient and let him go, but by now, he should know I'm never compliant. "Glenn, you're sweet, but I can't let you go; I don't need you two bringing back the wrong thing." his smile quickly falls, and his face screws up in confusion. "what do you mean?" I roll my eyes and begin to walk towards Daryl's motorcycle. "I mean, you're stupid." he scoffs. Glenn follows me as I get on the back of Daryl's bike.

 I love Glenn to death, but he's a moron, especially regarding things he knows nothing about, and I'm sure babies are one of them. "You won't be calling me stupid the next time I save your goddamn life!" I wrap my arms around Daryl's waist, and Daryl takes off.

"Just because you've saved my life doesn't mean you're not a fucking moron!" I watch as Glenn sticks his hand up and flips me off. I can feel Daryl's chest vibrate as he chuckles, "You're an asshole."

I shrug, "it's tough love." sometimes you've got to be brutally honest to men so they understand what you're saying. 

-

I love riding Daryl's motorcycle, the wind in my hair, and feeling Daryl's heartbeat. It's all just so intimate. I've got my eyes squeezed shut mainly to prevent anything from getting in my eyes, but it also makes me focus more on Daryl. Closing my eyes, shutting everything out, but the soft drum of his heartbeat it makes me feel better. He makes me feel better.

I love it when I'm only able to hear him, not the walkers, not the others, just him, his breathing, his heart, his voice. I feel the bike turn and then come to an abrupt stop. I open my eyes to see a strip mall-like place.

There are about 5 stores, one being a baby supply store. Most of the stores look like they've been picked through already, shattered glass and empty shelves. This must be the place Glenn was talking about. "Saw a daycare bout a mile away from here. Can try that place if there's nothin' here."

I get off of the bike, and we walk up to the baby supply store. The grass is growing through the cracks in the pavement, and broken glass covers the ground. Daryl pushes open the front door, making the bell at the top of the door ring.

dingg

"shh." he brings his fingers up to his lip as he sneaks into the store. The entire store is covered in a thick layer of dust. I take a deep breath before following Daryl in. It's dark, and I can hardly see anything in the store except for the silhouette of shelves and dust particles. "Stay here." Daryl whispers as he ventures further into the dimly lit store. He walks the entire store before returning to me. "clear." he whispers. We walk further into the store, this time together. The shelves that used to be filled with diapers and wipes are empty; the same goes for the formula. There's a rack of baby clothes. They look like they haven't been touched in months. Daryl doesn't look at any before stuffing pink clothing into his bag.

I assume he'd be fine picking out clothes, so I venture off. I wondered what was in the other stores. Most of the signs were either nonexistent or had faded with time. I walk back outside; I squint as my eyes adjust to the light. I walk down the pavement, pretending everything's normal and the world didn't end. The windows to a jewelry store are smashed open. From the outside, I can tell there's not much, but I still walk in stepping over the smashed window as I pulled my gun out of my bag. Most of the store was easy to see; unlike the baby store, there weren't shelves, just display cases that looked more like tables. This place was also covered in dust.

Most of the display cases were smashed open. I don't understand why someone felt the need to steal jewelry when the world was ending. It's not like gold would help you now. It didn't make you rich like it used to. I stopped in front of a display case yet to be smashed. It was filled with gold and silver necklaces with letters carved into them. The pendant attached to them is shaped like a circle with the initials etched deep into the metal. There was an A, D, M, J, and T, all being doubled in a gold and silver version.

I had friends in the old world who wore necklaces with their boyfriends' initials carved in them. I don't know what they, initially, were made for, but I knew my friends wore them like a branding. Like how the deep scared burns in a horse would signify that it had an owner, they we're owned by the man with the initial, and no man should ever step near them. I didn't want to wear a D because Daryl owned me. I wanted to because he knew me better than anyone else. He was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I wanted to show it.

"Hey! Why'd you walk off? You shou-" I don't bother to look back at him, already knowing he's coming my way, when I hear his boot-clad footsteps. "What are you lookin' at?" he asks once I can feel his breath against my neck. He's peering over my shoulder. "oh...you want one? It's not your-"

"I know. It's yours." he stops talking. I think I broke him. I turn around, brows knitted together in a tight furrow. "Dar-" his lips capture mine in a heated kiss. It's so out of character for him. With him, kisses are saved for the moments when no one's watching up in the perch, when everyone's asleep, or when either of us almost died.

Pulling away, he takes the knife he keeps in his pocket and smashes the case open. "Get it." he whispers before turning around and walking towards the front of the store. I smile and roll my eyes as I stick my hand into the case, avoiding the broken shards of glass. I take the silver one and quickly run back towards the front where Daryl is. "Can you put it on for me?" I ask. He nods and holds out his hand. I place the silver necklace in his hand and turn around. I take my hair and pull it to the side.

He places the necklace around my neck before gently clasping it together. I let my hair fall back into place before turning back around. the necklace settles above the valley between my breasts. "does it look good?" I ask, my head cocking to the side innocently.

"Beautiful." he whispers.

-

We pull up in front of an old daycare. The yard area is filled with playground equipment that is almost hidden by the overgrown grass. I can almost hear the sound of young kids playing, the sweet giggles, and screams associated with a playground like this.

We both get off the bike and walk up to the gate. I open the gate, letting Daryl walk in. I peer into a window before taking the butt of my gun and smashing the glass. I step in, knocking over some toys displayed on a little shelf as I do so. The room I just stepped into is very obviously the baby room. There are cribs lining the walls and tiny handprints with the children's names written on top. Thinking about what might have happened to those children is sad, but I try not to think about it. I walk over to a sink that has a cabinet underneath. I open it up and kneel down in front of it. There are a pack of bottles and a lot of diapers. I open my bag up and stuff the bottles and diapers inside. I hear the sound of someone stepping inside the room the same way I did. I know it, Daryl, because of the familiar grunts.

There's nothing else in this room, so we walk into a long hallway. It's dark, like really dark. I hate the dark. It seems like something is trying to creep up behind you in the dark. Daryl shines his flashlight down the hallway. There is the faint sound of rattling in the room to my right. Daryl, who had gone farther down than I had, turned around and walked back toward me with his flashlight in his mouth.

The room the rattling is coming from is a kitchen. Thankfully, the door has a bottom and top half that close separately so we can peer in without fully being in danger. Daryl slowly reaches into the room and opens the bottom half of the door, making sure nothing is inside before signaling for me to come in. I walk in. The sound is coming from the pantry. I slowly walk towards it. I quickly open the door to see a possum. It hisses at me before Daryl shoots it with an arrow. It squeals in pain before becoming limp. "Hello, dinner." Daryl says, his voice being muffled by the flashlight in his mouth. I make a fake gagging sound while exploring the tiny kitchen area. "I'm not putting that in my bag." I mutter.

Even though we've been doing this whole eating possum, squirrels, and owls thing for almost a year now, I will never get used to it. I still think it's disgusting. I open a pair of cabinets to be greeted with two cans of baby formula. It's like we've just won the goddamn lottery that'll last us at least a few weeks. I stuff them in my bag before moving to the next room.

The next room is a pre-k-like room with the alphabet covering the top of the walls and posters of the 123s and days of the week. Everything is neatly organized, like the workers expected to return the next day for work. There are notes on the teacher's table signifying that one student needed to bring a new change of clothes and another needing to take his blanket home on Friday. I wonder where they are, if they're still alive or if they're long gone. "ya think Case would like this?" I turn to see Daryl holding up a stuffed bear. My heart melts every time he acts like he's her father. There's just something so attractive about men who are good with children. "yeah." I say as I stick my hand out, gesturing for him to hand it to me. He gives it to me, and I stuff it into my bag. I kneel down in front of a little basket filled to the brim with toys.

"Do you- do you ever want kids?" I ask randomly. I don't know why I ask; I guess I just want to know. He grunts, "We have Case." I sigh as I stuff a few more toys into my bag. I don't like calling Casey our child because she had two loving parents who loved her until the end of their lives, parents she remembers and is still grieving. There are several times she's woken up in the middle of the night sobbing, "Momma, momma." every time she does that, my heart aches. Not because I'm jealous but because I feel the same way; sometimes, I feel myself yearning for my mother, who is most likely dead. I want my mom to cradle me in her lap like she used to and comfort me, and I know Casey feels the same way.

"no, like kids of our own." I whisper. I hear him sigh before muttering, "It's not safe." 

- 

When we return back to the prison, it's night. The sun had set a good few hours ago, and the sky is pitch black. When we run back into the cellblock, the only thing that can be heard is the baby sobbing loudly. Daryl runs over to her and scoops her up out of Carl's arms. I pull the formula and bottles out of my bag and quickly make her a bottle.

The baby quiets down for a few seconds once she's in Daryl's arms but quickly starts up her loud sobs. I quickly hand him the bottle. "c'mon, c'mon." he coos as he props the bottle up to the baby's mouth. I've never ever wanted a man to be the father of every one of my children more than I do now. He's so naturally good with her it's astonishing. When I first saw Daryl Dixon, with his muscles, tattoos, and tough guy attitude, I never thought he'd be good with kids, but somehow, he is.

The way his face softens when the baby latches onto the bottle, the way he's so effortlessly good with her, oh god, it makes my heart burst with affection. The way he rocks back and forth with a tiny smile on his lips as he feeds the baby makes me want a baby. A baby with his bright blue eyes and my nose, a baby with his stupid personality, a baby with equal parts of him and I, but I'm scared of getting pregnant after what happened to Lori. I don't want to leave Daryl to take care of a newborn by himself, even though I know everyone would help him. "She got a name yet?" Daryl asks Carl. "Mm, not yet. But I was thinkin' maybe Sophia, then there's Carol, too, and..." Carl sighs, thinking, "Andrea, Amy, Jacqui, Patricia...or Lori. I don't know." Carl is such a thoughtful boy, so empathetic. Thinking of everyone who's died for us to be here right now, trying to find a way to honor everyone.

Carl turns around and sighs; there's no way to honor everyone, especially by naming the baby cause she's only one person and can't have 5 million names. "Yeah...you like that? little ass-kicker." Daryl smiles as he looks up at all of us. "right? that's a good name, right?" I feel a tiny head rest against the side of my leg. I look down to see Casey leaning against me with tired eyes as she looks up at Daryl. I bend over and pick her up, letting her legs wrap around my hip, and her head lean onto my shoulder. She was a tiny 5-year-old, maybe 30 pounds at most, still small enough to pick up and not feel like I was carrying a bag of bricks. "Little ass-kicker. You like that, huh? You like that sweetheart?"

-

It's time for bed; I carried Casey up to the perch and laid her down. No help from Daryl because he was busy taking care of the baby. I'm stroking her hair, pushing the pieces of baby hair back as she talks to me. "Daryl's not gonna give me a hug g'night?" she asks, her voice laced with sleepiness. "he's taking care of the baby." I whisper; she grumbles, something I didn't catch, but I know she's upset. "But he got you something while we were out." I say, her eyes fly open "What?" I reach over and pull the teddy bear out of my bag. She gasps as I show it to her. Her little eyes widen as she makes grabby hands for it. "Daryl got it?" she asks, brows furrowed and head cocked to the side like she's mentally saying, 'Daryl got me a teddy bear?!' "Yep, just for you." she smiles as she hugs the bear to her body.

We both hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the steps, paired with the sound of the familiar grunts associated with Daryl Dixon. "Speak of the devil." I say with a giggle. She giggles as he appears at the top of the steps, brows furrowed in a tight knot. "wha'?" he mutters. Casey laughs excitedly as she leaps up, dropping the bear before sprinting over to him. She wraps her arms around his knees, embracing him as she giggles. he looks over to me, brows furrowed as he mouths, "What's wrong with her?" I laugh as he looks back down at her, his face softening as he kneels down in front of her. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he cupped the back of her head as he hugged her tightly. "Thank you," Casey mumbles before pulling away, grinning up at him, and running back over to her 'bed.'

"Goodnight, bug." I whisper as I press my lips against her forehead. "Night, y/n." she whispers as her eyes slowly close. When she finally falls asleep, I look up to see Daryl sitting with his back pressed against the railings of the perch. He smiles as I get up and walk over to him.

I sit down next to him and lean my head against his shoulder. We've ended all our nights like this since we got here to the prison, quietly whispering to each other while everyone else sleeps. "You got the baby down?" I whisper. He nods. "You're good with her." he's so good with her, and she seems to like him a lot. He grunts as he shrugs. "Dunno never done it before, so dun' know what I'm doin'." he's still doing good, taking over while Rick is doing whatever he's doing. "I'm gonna go to sleep. Don't stay up late alrigh'?" I nod as I watch him get up and walk over to the trio of mattresses we had pulled up here. He lays down and pulls the blankets over his body, letting out quiet, displeased grunts as the blankets don't fit over his body the way he wants."I'm gonna go see if Glenn's still awake," I lie as I quickly stand up and run down the stairs. 

I'm not going to see Glenn like I said; I'm going to see the baby. I don't know why, but I want to make sure she's alright and breathing. I guess since I killed Rick's wife, I at least have to make sure the baby stays alive. She's in a box in the recreational area someone had found that is being cushioned by a few baby blankets. She doesn't even stir as I pick her up. She doesn't look like anyone right now. She looks like a baby, so we really can't dictate if the baby is truly Rick's yet, but her eyes are neither Lori's nor Rick's but almost a spitting image of Shane's same brown color and everything.

She cuddles up into me as I cradle her in my arms. I have this dream that everything goes back to normal; we're not living in a prison but in a town. Daryl and I have a house we live in with Casey and our daughter, whom I've mentally named Lacy. Lacy Sophia Dixon. We don't have to worry about keeping people alive or getting bit. Everything is normal, or what normal used to be. I desperately want to live in that world. Every morning, I wake up grieving the daughter I had in my dream, but I know, I just know I'll have her one day. We'll have the town, we'll have the house, and we'll have that baby.

"What are you doing?" I snap out of my daydream and quickly turn my head to see Glenn's brows furrow as he leans against the barred walls that separate the cell block from this room. "Holding the baby," I whisper. She's just the baby (or little ass-kicker to Daryl) until Rick or Carl comes up with a name for her. Glenn walks further into the room and sits at one of the tables. I follow and sit across from him, still cradling the baby. "Nice necklace," he whispers as he props his elbows onto the table. I look down, remembering the silver necklace that now hung from my neck. "Yeah? Got it earlier." I whisper as I slowly rock the baby in my arms. He nods as he raises his eyebrows. "you two are getting serious, huh?"

"Yeah-yeah, I guess..um, can I ask you something?" he nods, muttering, "Sure." "Is it weird that after watching Daryl take care of her, it made me want a-" I watch as his face contorts in disgust. "a baby." I finish as he makes a fake gagging sound, which I think is pretty hypocritical after we caught him and Maggie up in the guard tower earlier. "It just made me-" he cuts me off, "horny?" I roll my eyes; why does everything with men have to be about sex? But I guess everything about having a baby is sex as well. It's weird the most innocent things are created by the least innocent thing possible. "no, it just made me realize that he's it for me. Maggie doesn't do things that make you realize she's it for you?" I ask, brows furrowed together. "All the time," he whispers as his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Daryl is it for me. I don't think anyone else out there could make me as happy as he does. If we're ever able to settle down, I want a family with him, and I don't think there is anyone else that could make me feel like that.

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ANGSTY/Heartwarming FIC INCOMING!

After a year, Nica is reunited with the rest of her kids.

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Nica was scared. There was no other way of putting it.

As she sat in her husband's car, her other children in the backseats, she couldn't stop thinking of her younger ones that waited at their grandparents' home, waiting to be reunited after a long, horrible year.

She'd missed birthdays, Halloween, Easter, Christmas, school recitals, club meetings. She'd been out of all of her kids' lives, trapped in a home with a serial killer who hasld some sick idea of love.

And now she was coming back, to see her younger ones again.

Andy, Glen, and Glenda had told her things, how the two of them would want to go put out missing fliers, how they still made her Christmas presents, how they would constantly ask if there was a shred of news about her- it broke her heart.

And now she was coming back different. Her arms and legs gone, her hair not having any of the curls it once had, new scars covering her body from Chucky's possession. Would they even recognize her-

A hand on her shoulder jolted her from her thoughts- it was Glen, who was seated behind her. "Mom! Oh sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

"No no, don't worry honey, I'm fine. Uh, what's up?" Nica looked back at the twins, who now seemed to be sharing a glance, until Glenda turned to her and answered. "Uh, are you okay? I mean, I know you're not OKAY, but are you, you know, "okay"? About... All this?"

The twins had grown up with their mother since they were pre-teens, and knew her facial expressions. At least that part hadn't changed about her.

Nica gave a nod. "Uh yeah, I'm doing okay. Just ready to see Mikey and Maggie, you know?"

Glenda gave a suspicious nod, before Glen put a hand on their mom's shoulder. "You're gonna do fine mom. They've missed you just as much as we have."

The twins had almost tackled Nica when they first saw her again, bawling and clinging to her like she might disappear again. Andy, even while injured, grabbed her and squeezed her tight, both of them crying in each other's arms.

Nica smiled a little bit. This thought was... Comforting. How much everyone had missed her. But.... Maggie was a pre-teen and Mikey was in elementary school. Would they react the same way?

Andy piped up from his driver side. "Like we said, babe, they do already know about your prosthetics. We wouldn't put that on them or you, just finding out out of nowhere." His hand gently touched Nica's leg to comfort her. She didn't feel it, but it was still nice to see her husband's love.

Nica sighed out, her prosthetic hook gently tapping Glen's hand out of thanks. "Thank you guys. I just... I know this is gonna be hard for them, and that's the last thing I want."

Then Nica looked out the windshield and realized- oh shit, they were already there.

Mike and Karen's one story house sat in a nice neighborhood, a garden up front and a decent sized backyard, and a nice garage and driveway to park into. Nica recognized Kyle's car parked in the driveway, and knew Mike and Karen's were in the garage.

It looked the same as she'd last been there...

The front porch with the ramp made just for her was still perfectly cared for, the grass nicely cut. It felt like home already.

The twins hopped out of the car and got out Nica's chair and Andy got out to help Nica herself into it.

At this point her heart was pounding, and she felt herself nervously shake as she looked to her husband. Andy pressed a kiss to her forehead to ease her worries "It's gonna be okay." He whispered. It should have comforted her, but she was still nervous as all hell.

The mother began to slowly roll out of the driveway, her twins and husband behind her as she made her way to the ramp- and then something banged from inside the house. Like a herd of elephants had just ran through the Norris' living room. A yell from what she recognized as Mike called for someone to be careful, and then-

The front door opened. And out ran her babies.

Both of them had gotten taller, Nica recognized that. Maggie still wore her precious beanie, though she has grown into it a bit more. Mikey's curls were disheveled, as if he had been brushing his hair the moment they'd arrived, but given up on it for this.

It was silent for a second of shock, just a second, enough for Nica to see the tears in Mikey's eyes before Maggie broke it with a scream of joy.

"MOM!!! MOMMY!!!!" And both kids rushed into her, hugging her and bursting into tears.

And with that, Nica broke. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she held her babies close, showering them with kisses and "I missed you"s and "I love you"s.

Soon within a minute Kyle, Mike, and Karen came out and joined them, giving Nica and the other family members hugs of joy over finally being reunited.

And as Nica felt the arms of everyone she loved around her, she knew she was home, and wondered what she'd been worrying about.