#shane enjoys it more than either of them expected!

[fangirldreams101]

Coming Home pt. 7

DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, piv (unwrapped, reader is on pill though), mentions of r*pe and m*rder (nothing actually happens though), goes from fluff to angst to smut, you chose the enter this emotional rollercoaster, they may be hot but they are hot with feelings, dub-con (technically consent is given, but its morally grey), oral (fem receiving）

Chapter Index

Throughout the rest of Negan's stay, you both became rather close. You gave him a proper tour of the small town you now called home and showed him all your favorite spots. He took you out on a few dates behind your dad's back, you both enjoying your time together. He loved to treat you after fucking your brains out, having you walk around without any panties so he could pull you into a dark corner and fuck you against the wall. He devoured every part of you that he could, it was like he wanted to memorize your body for when he would have to go back home. You had zero unrealistic expectations about your relationship, you were both just there for a good time until Negan had to fly back to Washington. He might not choose to take the job and you were not planning on getting tied down when you just started college anyway. But although you two were on the same page, it looked like some others did not get the memo.

Daryl shared what he saw the night of your birthday with Rick and Shane. Shane was just mad that someone got to you first, but Rick and Daryl were furious. How dare some dumb shit come in and fuck you when they couldn't? And then they had to see Negan parade you around like he just won himself the prized pony at the town fair. You were too innocent, too good for a man like Negan. Sure, they didn't know a thing about him, but they were more than certain they could treat you a million times better than he ever could. So they attempted to hatch various little schemes to make Negan look bad. However, none of them made it past the drawing board. The saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,' did not apply at all to them. They would end up bickering amongst themselves and not a single plan came to fruition.

Any semblance of a truce between the three of them broke one fateful night.

Your dad was out drinking with some coworkers and you were at home, working on schoolwork. Suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. Cautiously, you crept down the stairs and looked through the peep hole to find out who it was. It was Rick, bloodshot eyes and messed up hair. You quickly unlocked and opened the door, worried about his mental state.

"Hey is everything ok," you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

His head shot up at the sound of your voice, clearly not expecting you to be the one to answer the door.

He didn't say anything which made you uneasy, so you lied about the whereabouts of your dad, "Were you looking for my dad? I can call him if you'd like."

He just stood there, looking at you. Honestly, it freaked you out, murder and rape statistics where the culprit is someone you know flashed through your head as you began to slowly backtrack on your words.

"How about you give me a second and I get my dad. He's upstairs, but it'll only take a second-," you began but Rick suddenly collapsed to his knees.

"Jesus! Rick, what's wrong," you cry out, running to his side.

His hands shoot out, pulling you into a rough kiss. Your body stills in shock, before struggling and pushing him away.

‘HEY," you yell, before softening your voice, "You are not in your right mind right now. Either you calm down and speak, or you leave."

Rick's bloodshot eyes began to tear up and you never thought you would see the day the man would be so vulnerable like this.

"Lori's takin' the kids," he shakily breathed out.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, "Oh god, Rick, I'm so sorry."

He buried his face into his hands and began to sob. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into the house and led him to a couch. You sat down next to him, pulling a blanket over his shoulders as the poor man broke down. You just held him, allowing him to cry out all his frustrations onto your shoulder.

After a while, his cries slowed to a stop and he pulled away. You offered him some napkins to wipe his face and he did so.

You both sat in silence for a bit before you broke it, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about," his voice was rough, guarded, as if he was disappointed in himself for letting you see him like this.

"Is there anything you would like me to do," you asked, your voice kind and gentle, and completely undeserving of the storm running through his head.

"Can I kiss ya," he asked.

"Rick...," you said hesitantly, "You didn't want anything to do with me before and I'm worried that you'll regret it if you do something now. I don't want to take advantage of what you're feeling right now.“

He leaned close to you, eyes pleading, "I swear 'm not gonna regret it. I need ya, darlin'. Please."

He leaned in and pressed his swollen lips to yours. You didn't kiss back but after a moment of him running his fingers into your hair, mumbling words of praise and desire, you gave in.

"As long as you are sure," you said between his kisses.

"'m sure, 'm so sure. Wanted ya for so long, darlin'. Ya got no idea, how hard its been," he groaned out.

"Woah, there cowboy, I got a bedroom y'know," you gave a small smile, pulling Rick up and walking him up to your room.

As soon as the door was closed, he was on you like an animal. Desperate kisses placed against your neck and hands wandering all over your body. You moaned in response, your own hands tugging at the buttons on his shirt. Prying your clothes off each other, you take a moment to appreciate the handsome man on top of you. He pressed himself into your neck growling at the sight of Negan's marks littering your body. He begins to suck and bite over them, as if he was trying to cover up any evidence that Negan had you. Your naked bodies tumbled onto the bed, hands groping and pulling at each others' flesh. Rick lifted your hips, moving down your body, placing kisses as he went.

You offered to take care of him instead, but he looked up at you with his big eyes and pleaded to let him do this. With a nod of confirmation, he dug his face into you, eating you out like a man starved. Low groans of appreciation left his lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he licked a long stripe up your lips. He began to suckle on your clit, causing you to flail at the pleasure. You panted and moaned loudly, Rick having to force your hips down lest you accidently kick him. You reached your peak quickly, waves of pleasure crashing over you but Rick turned it into a tsunami as he continued to finger your slick folds and circle your clit with his mouth.

"Rick, 's too much," you moaned out at the overstimulation, trying to push him away.

He looked like a man possessed, like not a single word you were saying was getting through to him. As you tried to move away, his grip on your hips tightened, leaving marks as he just tugged you ever closer to his face. He kept mumbling incoherent words, you only picking up, "so pretty," "all mine," and, "waited so long." The desperate, sinful phrases he uttered sent vibrations through you, reaching another crescendo as you came again.

"Rick," you cried out in a long-drawn out moan, "Please."

The man blinks, looking like he fell out of a trance. He pulls away, allowing you to slump down in relief.

"'m sorry, darlin'," he said, wiping the glisten off of his face, "You just tasted so good."

"It's okay," you panted, still trying to catch your breath.

Rick takes that as his cue to continue, and he surges forward, spreading your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds.

"Wai- oh," you moan out as Rick plunges into you with one hard thrust.

He's girthy, stretching you out despite all of the wetness on you. It takes your breath away, but feels amazing and you cling onto his shoulders, pulling him close.

Without hesitation, Rick begins to move, thrusting in and out of you at a harsh pace. Once again, he acts like a man possessed, violently humping you. He bites and sucks on your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples. He switches from thrusting to giving shallow thrusts while grinding against your clit. It's like he is trying to be as deep inside of you as he can. He halts his assault on your breasts, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

In return, you wraps your legs around his hips, helping him reach deeper inside of you. You both moan out sweet nothings, words of empty affection and desire. Eventually, Rick grunts, pushing in deep and stilling, as white hot ribbons pulse out and line your walls.

As soon as he feels that every drop is in you, he slowly pulls out before quickly plugging you up with his fingers, causing you to cry out. He moves his head back down again, lapping at you while his fingers push his cum deeper inside. He tastes the mixture of you both and it makes him happy to know that there is such physical evidence of you together. You cry out one last time, lurching upwards as Rick helps you ride out your high. He finally pulls away completely and you let out a small laugh in absolute disbelief of how good that was.

"That good, huh, darlin'," Rick grinned and you nodded, reaching down to pull him in for a kiss.

You both relaxed into the bed, giddy and cuddled up next to each other.

After a bit of peace, you looked up at him, "Are you feeling better?"

He smiled, leaning down and kissing your forehead, "Much."

"Thank you," he murmured into your hair and you smiled, "Anytime."

The serenity you both created was broken by the sound of the door to the house closing and your dad's voice booming out, "Hi! I'm home!"

Whatever little pocket of peace, the temporary paradise you bestowed upon each other, was shattered with those three words. Rick rolled away from you like a man on fire, dropping to the ground in an effort to scramble for his clothes.

"Fuck," you whispered and the man muttered unholy mantras under his breath as he struggled to put his clothes on.

You put on a nightgown you owned and a robe, "Calm down. He doesn't come into my room without knocking and you left nothing downstairs that would be evidence you were here. You're going to have to wait for him to go to his room before you can slip out the door anyway."

You heard your dad call for you again as his footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and down the hall towards your room. You and Rick looked at each other in a panic.

"I can jump outta the window, a fracture never hurt nobody," he said, already pulling at the window.

Your dad knocked on the door, "Sweetie? Everything okay? Just got back from hanging with the guys."

You signaled to Rick to stop moving and to stay quiet, before calling back out to him, "Yeah everything's good! Just woke up from a nap is all! I'll be down in a sec!"

Your dad yawned, "No worries! Take your time too, think Imma take a shower 'n freshen up."

You could hear him move away from your door and towards the bathroom. Neither you nor Rick moved a hair until the sounds of the water rushing caused you to both sag in relief.

"Were you really about to jump out the window, just to avoid him," you quipped, quirking an eyebrow.

Rick did not look amused, "I really don't want to hurt him."

You put your hands up in a surrendering motion, you really didn't want to redo this conversation again, "Okay, okay. Let's get you out of here."

You poked your head out of the room, double checking that the coast was clear and then motioned for Rick to follow you. You guys climbed down the stairs and reached the front door. You both went out onto the porch and he began to move away.

Quickly, you grasped onto his arm, "You're not going to start treating me coldly again, are you?"

"Pretty sure it was you doin' that, darlin'," he chuckled, but stopped seeing your expression.

"You know what I mean," you pouted.

Rick sighed, before reaching down and pecking you on the head, "I do. And I won't."

You gave a bright smile, practically blinding him. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

"I look forward to seein' you around, then."

Rick nodded, a slight blush covering his face, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, darlin'."

He stepped away, turning to watch you reenter the house before going back on his way home. Life kept draining him, but you kept him going like a solar-powered battery.

Next up:

"YOU DID WHAT TO MY KID?" Your dad roared.

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[seethesin]

shane relationship hcs??

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: meet cutes, dating cliches, explicit sexual content near the end (18+, mdni)

a/n: i can't deny you anything involving shane, anon! 😇 this is not proofread, just a complete stream of consciousness. enjoy!

The two of you met while grocery shopping. You were shopping for the week while Shane stopped in to grab a case of Dos Equis and a few things to host the get together she and Jenny had planned

You swiped the bag of chips Shane was about to grab, knocking knuckles into each other

Shane's not one to get flustered or thrown off center, but she was not expecting to meet you in such a mundane place

The first thing your brain comprehends is just how good she looks in her ripped jeans and dress shirt

She manages to get a sentence out first, maintaining her signature coolness: "You know, I got some company expecting me to come back with those cheddar jalapeño chips"

You hum as if genuinely considering giving them up before smiling brightly and placing them in your cart

"You snooze, you lose!" you call over your shoulder, leaving Shane stunned behind you. You miss the tiny smile that tugs at her lips as she searches for another snack

While you're walking down the checkout, you notice Shane waiting in one of the lanes Immediately, you station yourself behind her and take a moment to build your confidence

"Hey," You grab her attention and Shane turns around, her green eyes practically gleaming once she realizes it's you again

"I'll trade you the chips for a date"

You don't miss the surprised quirk of her brows or the way her lips grow into a pleased grin at your exclamation

"Deal"

And so, one date turns into three which turns into so many you lose count

You learn quickly that Shane can be a gentlewoman. She's always holding doors open for you, offering you her arm when you walk together, and draping her leather jacket over you when you're cold

Each action only seems to impress you more and you refuse to admit it out loud, but you're smitten with her

As the two of you learn more about each other, you notice just how much Shane takes an interest in your passions

She can actively listen to you talk about something you love for hours: whether it has to do with your career, your education, or even that TV show you spent the weekend binging

If something makes you happy, you can guarantee that at some point, Shane has made a mental note of it so she can touch on it later on

The love languages Shane shows to you are physical touch and acts of service

Shane can't keep her hands to herself

She always finds a way to touch you: whether it be a chaste hand on your back, a protective arm around your waist, or her mischievous mouth on the nape of your neck

Your bodies fit one another like gloves. That fact does not go past either of you; it was as if you were made for each other

Meanwhile, Shane is the first person you go to when you want some sort of help

Being wanted does something to Shane and to be wanted by you? It makes her go absolutely crazy

She's not a fixer per se, but will always provide the assistance she feels she can for you

Need a ride? She's got you covered. Need some advice? She'll say her peace but will ask you to take it with a grain of salt. Need a hand? Oh, well she'll be happy to provide that in more ways than one

Also, do I even have to say it? As soon as you two officially enter a relationship, Shane is your personal hairdresser

You let her try just about any hairstyle on you that she can think of; the feeling of her fingers against your scalp is enough to make you melt on the spot

Whatever she chooses for you that day is always flattering and you can't get enough of yourself in the mirror

Shane will bend forward, grinning in satisfaction as she tidies up your new hairdo

"Look at my pretty girl," she'll rasp, pressing kisses to your temple as she watches you blush eagerly

By the way, the sex is to die for

Shane truly aims to please and is always so hyperfocus on your pleasure every single time the two of you get between the sheets

Whether she's fucking you with her hands, mouth, or strap, she adores being able to watch you throughout it

She loves to overstimulate you, seeing just how far she can push you until you can't take it anymore

Her favorite way to fuck you is with you in her lap, her fingers buried in your pussy while you face her. Your hands are gripped on her shoulders as you bob mindlessly

Your greedy cunt swallows her digits easily as you pant and keen.

Shane can't stop herself from teasing you: "Such a good girl, fucking yourself on my fingers, huh?"

You dissolve into a whimpering, whining mess, and once she curls her fingers inside you, you cum so suddenly you don't have time to process it

Her thumb is stroking your clit and another orgasm ripples through your body

Your shuddering on Shane's fingers and she leans in closer, trailing hot kisses down your throat

"How many more can you give me tonight?"

#shane mccutcheon #shane mccutcheon x reader #shane mccutcheon x you #shane mccutcheon imagine #the l word #the l word imagine #lesbian #wlw

[brainwalk3r]

Sdv Bachelor hc's

Prior note, these are my own personal opinions :D also not doing Elliot because I don't really have any hc's for him tbh.

These hc's do not include the farmer and are all sfw

Will be doing the Bachelorettes later <3

Sam

Sam is trans, I believe he came out at a young age and while jodi was confused at first and thought that he was going through a phase she eventually came around and has became really supportive of Sam and his transition.

As Sam got older he made friends with Sebastian and Abigail, he didn't intentionally come out to either of them but rather forgot about it and casually mentioned one day how much periods suck only for them all to go silent before Abigail broke the tension with a "fuck yeah they do" before ranting about how period products should be free. Sebastian came up to him a bit later and gave him a hug before telling him how he was glad Sam was comfortable enough to tell them (even if it was an accident)

Shane

I think that Shane is also trans however it took him far longer to realise, accept himself and then come out.

When he went to live with Marnie, Marnie had been expecting a girl rather than the scruffy broken man that showed up however she very quickly got over it and did her best to try make him feel safe and comfortable. Shane had expected Marnie to turn him away however when she instead hugged him and told him how glad she was to see him and how big he had gotten he broke down crying.

Over time Shane accepts his gender identity more and also comes to accept his bisexuality, he eventually starts therapy after Harvey refered him and starts to improve his mental health and even gets sober. After talking with Marnie he quits his job at JoJa to start working with her at the Ranch, raising his chickens and enjoying his life.

Sebastian

Sebastian is autistic, he was diagnosed fairly young and while Robin did her best to support him she was too busy with work to really build a relationship with him. When she remarried and moved to stardew with Demitrius and got pregnant with maru Sebastian felt isolated especially with demitrius's favouritism of his daughter.

Sebastian never hated Maru and while I don't think he will ever be that close with her, he doesn't blame her for Robin and Demitrius's actions.

Overtime he became friends with Abigail, with him bonding with her over their mutual distaste of their parents. The pair then also became friends with Sam through a mutual love of music (though more of an obsession on Sam's part)

Sebastian started developing feelings for Sam early on into their relationship though they weren't that strong, more of a casual crush, however as they got closer and he came to trust Sam more they grew stronger and when Sebastian took him out for a ride on his motorcycle Sam ended up just blurting out that he was in love with him, with Sebastian responding that he loved him too. (Abigail noticed them holding hands the next day and congratulated them both for "taking so fucking long")

Harvey

Harvey is a bisexual man, his sexuality has never really bothered him and he accepted it quickly however I think he is probably on the aromantic spectrum. Not any specific identity but rather he has a complicated relationship with romance and romantic feelings for people.

While his dreams of being a pilot never came to fruition he moved to pelican town and set up the clinic, he wasn't that torn up about it and became far more interested in the engineering of planes rather than the idea of piloting one. He's also a total history nerd.

Alex

Alex is also bisexual but with a preference for men, he had alot of internalised homophobia and while he loved Haley growing up with a 'girl best friend' had resulted in everyone around them expecting them to be dating or to start dating even if they insisted that their relationship was platonic.

Evelyn was never too bothered about his sexuality however when Alex accidentally slipped to George that he thought one of the gridball players was handsome George had told him that it wasn't right for him to think that. While George would eventually come around to accept Alex's sexuality it still puts a significant strain on their relationship.

The first person Alex came out to was Haley, after she came round for dinner one night George and Evelyn had talked about how good of a housewife Haley would be, how they'd make such a good couple, ect; all while the pair looked extremely uncomfortable with Haleys eyes looking considerably damp at the mention of her being a housewife.

After dinner they both went to Alex's room where Haley started crying and told Alex she was sorry but that she could never be that for him, Alex (also crying at this point) hugged her and told her he never expected her to be. Once they both stopped crying, sat on the floor of Alex's room in silence, Alex quietly spoke out that he thinks something is wrong with him continuing to talk about how he knows that he probably should have a crush on her but instead he can't stop looking at the poster of the strong armed gridball players he has up. (It took Haley a moment to get it, once she did she harshly told him that there wasn't anything wrong with him before muttering out about how if he was wrong then she was too. After that Alex noticed how much she stared at the purple haired girl who seemed to always be staring back)

#stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley shane #stardew valley alex #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley sam #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley community

[art-but-only-sometimes]

The last few headcannon posts have been about SDVE (Stardew Valley Expanded) so I wanted to get back to the vanilla version of the game.

SDV bachelors/bachelorettes and the likelihood of them dancing with you.

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Batchelors first!~ Elliott: This man LOVES to dance, especially if it's with you. He'll put on fancy music on a gramophone or other older tech. He'd love to sweep you off your feet and take charge and dance the night away. He likes to be close to you when he's dancing. The closer the better, for your chests to touch, one hand on your side, the other holding your hand and staring into your eyes. He 100% sounds like the type to dip someone while dancing.

Sebastian: I'm a bit torn on this one. I know he dances in the Flower Festival every year but idk if he enjoys it 100%. Like it's kind of an expectation type thing so he's like "Ughhh alright". He always dances with Abigail unless you ask him but if he didn't dance with someone he knew he would be having even less of a good time than he already was. But just dancing with you alone, Idk if he'd be into it. Just sitting next to you watching a movie or playing a video game sounds a whole lot more fun to him.

Sam: I feel like there's a type of music he'd like to dance more than others. Like rock or something, definitely not classical or slow music. If he did want to dance he'd want some high-energy music. Something fun to dance to. The kind that'd make you two a little tired by the time the song ended. Or at the end, you two would just fall onto his/ your bed laughing and a little out of breath. Harvey: Harvey sounds like the kind of guy to dance sometimes. He'd play music on a radio or his phone and hold his hand out all gentlemanly like and you to dance. I feel like he'd have to work up the courage to ask you just a bit. He'd have slow music on and dance slowly. You two being close and looking into each other's eyes. I bet he'd really like it if you rested your head on his chest and you two just danced slowly.

Shane: Not sure if he's a dancer either. He does dance at the flower festival, but otherwise, I'm not sure he'd want to. You might have to be the one to initiate it. He'd probably be too nervous or thoughts of how you might think it's dumb or not want to do it. That alone would make him nervous and shy away from the idea. He does like being near you. So maybe if you catch him in the right mood, when he's at his happiest he'd dance with you.

Alex: Again, not sure if he'd be a dancer. He might ask sometimes, nervous and a bit red-faced like at the flower festival. Or maybe at home. At first, he'd take the lead but also be kind of worried that he might step on your feet by accident. Not the most graceful at first but he's trying his best.

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Bachelorettes!:

Emily: 100% loves to dance and dance with you too. Her dancing style is definitely different and also high energy similar to sam. If she did dance with you she'd turn on some music and either hold out a hand for you or pull you into a dance. She'd smiling and happy the whole time.

Haley: Likes to dance too but not as much as her sister Emily. I feel like she'd have to be in a dancing mood too. I also feel like she likes to dance to music, in her room or (maybe) in her photography/dark room. LOVES dancing at the flower festival, as anyone has seen if you go to the flower festival. She seems like the kind of person to wrap her arm around your neck and if you both just slow dance and enjoy the moment.

Abigail: Also not sure if she's a dancer, you might have to pull her into a dance. I feel like she'd like more high-energy music like Sam. She might try and turn it into a competition. But it'd end with you two just having a lot of fun.

Penny: Slow dancer definitely, like jazzy music, enjoys dancing calmly with you. She does go to the flower festival but prefers dancing with you alone. More at your house than the trailer she shares with her mom. Your house is definitely more private and also a lot bigger.

Leah: Definitely could enjoy dancing. I feel like she could dance to slightly fast or slow music, more on the side of slow. I bet that she'd dance while making art, like letting the music help her creativity flow. If she'd really getting into art she might invite you to join her in dancing. Just getting really excited about being able to express what she is feeling with you.

Maru: I'm not sure how much of a dancer Maru is but if she did dance with you it'd be more slow music and less fast music. She also, like all the Bachelors and Bachelorettes, dances in the flower festival. But also if you two did dance outside the festival she'd want it to be more of a private thing. Like in her room or maybe in the room where she keeps her secret projects in. Just a nice place for you two to be together and enjoy the moment.

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[littlegodzilla]

So it's season 2 of twd, and reader and norman have picked out a house in Georgia and are moving in together.

(both now have 3 season contracts for twd) the audience really responded to both their characters. reader's character is like daryl: good at hunting and tracking. (maybe it's similar to the first movie they did together. the writers have the characters as best friends).

then norman's ex (please make it an imaginary person, not his actual ex helena) is cast in a recurring role. meant to be daryl's love interest.

MEANWHILE reader and norman find out that she is pregnant! they're both so happy. But what about the show?

The show will have to make reader's character pregnant, too. But is daryl the father? someone else? How does this affect their relationship on and offscreen?

(maybe his ex is killed off sooner than expected and daryl gets with reader's character? or shane is the father? or there is another actor (hot actor of your choice) who is cast on the show as reader's love interest?)

Okay, maybe that's a lot. We'll talk. I hope this all makes sense. <3

Hiii!!

As you wish, we have more about Norman and Plus Size! Reader! Thank you very much for the support and thanks @minervadashwood for your incredible ideas, I love them so much.

Okay, enjoy this new part you all!!

Hope you like!!

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My Big Girl.

Norman Reedus x Plus Size!Reader.

Part 3.

Requested by: @minervadashwood

Warnings: Little jealousy. fluff. smut (Norman is a horny boy, sorry.) Norman stills blonde.

Words: 3400

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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You open the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. A huge smile forms on your mouth as the inside welcomes you.

Welcomes you.

Norman wraps his arms around your body as he rests his chin on your shoulder. A smile forms on your mouth, reaching up to stroke his hair as he kisses your cheek.

You've finally bought a house in Georgia, nothing too over the top, something comfortable and cozy for the time you spend there filming the new season of TWD. Because yes, you're still on the show. Apparently people have been fascinated by Daryl and Merle's story, getting Norman to sign on for several more seasons. Your character is also being liked, from the first episode they changed some scenes and plots for the first as well as the second season. Apparently they wanted to make a love trio between Rick, Lori and Shane, but they saw the chemistry you and Norman had and decided that your character would be Shane's girlfriend. You didn't mind, you had a good relationship with John and he was fun to work with, Norman found it a little harder to be present in the scenes you shared. Especially if you had to kiss each other.

"Is that necessary?" He'd say, crossing his arms. "I mean, he's already touching her hand, there's no need to kiss." I growled protesting like a child.

"Save that jealousy for your scenes Norman, they'll do us good to make it more real." Scoffed Greg making you all laugh.

Of course things changed with the end of last season, once Shane was out of the game it left a lot of open doors to play with, both in the main plot and in the love theme between your character and Daryl. It wasn't a forced situation, after all, in the original comic Shane Walsh didn't live long either.

Norman's kisses down your neck bring you back to reality, you smile and purr, letting yourself do it. His hands tug at your shirt, hiding under it, squeezing your breasts and you hear him growl in your ear.

"God, they're even bigger than before..." He gasps pushing his hard crotch against your ass.

That's another piece of good news you've recently learned - you're going to be parents! You hadn't really planned it this way, you hadn't really talked about it seriously either, but it was clear to you that someday, if Norman was ready too, you'd like to have a child. Watching him interact with Chandler and Madison made your heart flutter. He was good and kind to them, joking around and helping them get their nerves out of the way in front of the cameras. You knew that being a real father would involve more than just games and jokes, but something told you Norman could surprise you so much more.

"I'm pregnant." You told him one day. When you weren't in Georgia, you had also bought an apartment in New York, near the China Town area. Norman was drinking a beer and got the bottle halfway to his mouth.

"What?" was the only thing he was able to say and it scared you.

"I-I'm pregnant..." You whispered with some fear, now unsure how he was going to react.

"A-and..." He stammered and walked towards you, taking the beer from your hand. "Y-you can't drink, i-it could be bad for our son and..." His voice trembled turning into little whispers.

Maybe it wasn't reaction you expected, at least at first, but as he was aware of the news, the bigger your smile became, as you saw his eyes begin to sparkle and even a smile formed on his mouth.

"Our son..."

"Yes..."

After that you needed to talk to the TWD production after all, it was going to be a long time filming, your belly was going to get bigger and bigger and even though you all end up losing some weight due to the intense temperatures when you were filming, everyone would notice some changes. But it didn't seem to be something they were worried about, they gave you congratulations and it was all in their hands.

"Norman... the door..." You gasp, closing your eyes.

"Right..." He grunts pushing it with his foot, slamming it shut with his heel. A chuckle escapes you and you turn to look at him.

"Our stuff is out..."

"Screw them, I'll get them in later." He assures you, kissing you intensely, making you laugh against his mouth.

He gropingly guides you to your room. He only pulls apart a little to remove your shirt and his eyes look at you with latent desire. You feel your cheeks light up a little, Norman has always been an easy man to read and you can perfectly see the love and lust that is shaking him at that very moment. His hands caress your shoulders slowly moving down to your belly, always round and soft, now it is more bulging and hard, Norman's hands touch it adoringly. You never thought you'd meet someone who loved something you didn't yet have with you so much. He kisses you again with intensity, his hands leave your belly to unclasp your bra, you sigh with relief, your whole body is changing and growing more than normal, wearing a bra is sometimes becoming a nightmare. A moan escapes your mouth as Norman catches one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking, while with his other hand he massages your other tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers. All that attention gives you goose bumps and your panties keep getting soaked.

You push him gently to break the contact, look at each other and kiss him to start undressing him. Norman helps you with quick and somewhat clumsy movements, you kiss his mouth again, bite his chin and move down his neck as your fingers play with his chest hair. Norman bends his head sighing, his fingers caress the red marks on your skin, due to the bra, and kisses the strap line imprinted on your shoulder. He tenses slightly as you pull his pants to the floor and try to kneel in front of him.

"Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?" You look at him confused.

"M-maybe you shouldn't do that... I mean, maybe it's not the most comfortable position..."

"Norman...we both know we've been in 'more uncomfortable positions'" You start to say, watching him redden. "I'm pregnant, it doesn't invalidate, I think I can still suck you off..."

"Yes, but... God, why do you have such a dirty mouth?" he grunts with some desperation, his cock still pulsing inside his pants. "Come." He asks you, preventing you from kneeling on the floor.

He guides you to the bed, where he carefully sits you down and positions himself between your legs, his crotch still hidden by his briefs, in front of your eyes.

"See, this way you're comfortable and I don't feel guilty because I want you to suck me off." He says sincerely and a giggle escapes you at the sight of his red ears.

You settle on the edge of the mattress, kissing his abdomen, following the line of hair that traces your way from his belly button to his underwear. Norman sighs as he feels your lips on top of the fabric, moistening his length.

"Don't play with me, honey..." He warns you with a growl.

You smile and slowly pull down his briefs, his cock rises before you, you hold it rubbing it slowly without taking your eyes off him, before opening your mouth and licking his glans. Norman gasps as he feels you catch him fully in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks sucking harder as your head pumps at a slow pace.

"Oh fuck, I love your dirty mouth, baby." He bites the tip of his tongue, slowly moving his hips against you.

You hum against his length, the vibration of your voice runs all over his cock, seeping pleasure all the way down to his balls, Norman throws his head back letting himself be carried away by the pleasure.

Norman holds your hair and slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, its tip brushing against your wet, reddening lips.

"So precious and perfect." He smiles and you let out a giggle.

He holds you down and lays you on the bed. He finishes undressing you to stand between your legs. You moan and arch as his fingers enter you, touching those perfect spots he always manages to find as his tongue and lips give due attention to your clit. Your eyes roll every time his fingers twist inside you and his tongue doesn't stop stinging your sensitive muscle.

"No-Norman!" you moan his name as you feel your orgasm jolt you rolling your eyes.

Norman doesn't pull away until your legs stop jerking, unconsciously locked against his head, though he doesn't mind, he loves feeling trapped between your thighs, tasting you, soaking in your scent. Slowly he sits up, licking his lips. He settles between your legs, his lips kiss your thighs, your bulging belly, he plays with your breasts until a new moan escapes your mouth, he keeps moving up and kisses you slowly, moving his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds. You wrap your legs around his waist, his belly pressing against yours and tensing over your body.

"Hey... "He stops again and you look at him worriedly. "D-do you think we should...?"

"What are you talking about?" Now you're even confused.

"It's just... What if I hit it?" he mumbles and you open your eyes wide. "What if I hit it unintentionally?"

You can't help it, a violent guffaw escapes your mouth, having to cover yourself with both hands. Norman looks uncomfortable, he sits back on his heels looking at you, frowning.

"Honey, this isn't the first time we've had sex, being pregnant."

"I know! But it was smaller, now it's bigger and maybe..."

"Norman, listen to me..." You ask him. You hold his shoulders making him lie on top of you again. "I love your cock, I really do, and yes it's bigger than average, but trust me, you're not going to hit the baby and cause a concussion." You are unable to say that without laughing. Norman fidgets nervously, still a little hesitant. "Besides, the doctor said sex was good for pregnancy." He looks at you cocking his head..

"When did he say that?"

"Honey, are you going to finish what you started or do I have to do it myself?" you sigh with some impatience. Out of the corner of your eye you see his cock straining against his stomach again.

"I love it when you take control..." He grunts and you take it as an invitation, you lean on his shoulders, but. "No." He stops you by holding your wrists, puts your arms above your head and clasps both your hands with one of his. A new cramp of pleasure runs through you. "Not this time, I have to get some of my pride back." He says, a chuckle escapes you that dies in your throat as he slowly enters you.

"Norman..." You gasp his name closing your eyes, biting your lip.

"Fuck, always so tight and wet for me." He snorts and thrusts harder staying wedged inside you.

A moan escapes from both of your mouths. His hand squeezes tighter on your wrists, you wrap your legs around his waist and he begins to move slowly, your hips accompanying him finding that rhythm that drives you both crazy.

The room immediately fills with moans and gasps, the heat of your bodies intoxicating the atmosphere, the increasingly intense pleasure swirling inside your bodies.

"My God Norman, it feels so good!" you cry out arching your back. He releases your wrists and holds your legs apart, spreading them a little wider, thrusting harder, faster, watching his cock lose itself inside you, again and again. "I'm... I'm going to..." You assure him and your hands cup your breasts, playing with your nipples.

"That's it, honey, play with you, let me see you play with your tits." He asks you in a husky voice.

"N-Norman!" you whimper in frustration because suddenly his thrusts are slower.

"What if I didn't let you cum?" He speaks viciously, never taking his eyes off you.

"I'll kill you." You assure him and he chuckles, pausing momentarily, pulling his cock out. "Norman, I swear to God..."

Your threat comes to nothing as he thrusts hard inside you again, your back arches, a guttural moan comes from you, your eyes roll as your orgasm hits you hard, Norman continues to fuck you, feeling your body shudder, your spasms clenching his cock getting himself to cum, he grunts and huffs through his teeth giving a few last thrusts before stopping completely. He lies carefully on top of you, hands bearing his full weight, his face resting in the hollow of your neck. Your arms go around his shoulders, stroking his hair, you hear him purr and smile.

***********

It's been a couple of weeks since you arrived in Georgia, now the whole cast is there, ready to shoot again. You show up on the set to see all your co-stars, Andy and Melissa are the first to come up to you and give you a hug.

"Congratulations" They say at the same time and you laugh.

"You couldn't hold back." You joke and Norman looks at you apologetically.

"You know I can't hide anything from them." He defends himself, but you shake your head, you know how much Andrew and Melissa mean to him, so you have nothing to say.

"Alright guys, I'm glad you're all okay and we have some surprises." Greg wiggles his eyebrows and everyone congratulates you as you break the news. "As you may have seen we've modified the script a bit to introduce pregnancy into the story, plus we have some new people with us that I'd like you to meet." He keeps talking and one by one he introduces the people who will be joining us this season.

Momentarily you notice Norman tense up next to you. Greg finally introduces a tall woman with beautiful hair and striking eyes, she smiles politely and a little self-consciously, but soon spots Norman and her smile grows wider. Clearly they've known each other before.

"Norman!" She greets him and walks toward him to hug him. Norman blocks, but responds to her gesture nervously.

"H-hello, Liz." He whispers pulling away from her.

You know how to read his body perfectly after so long together. You know he's tense, nervous, whoever this woman is, he wasn't expecting her there. Instinctively you take his hand, squeezing it to encourage him, Norman looks at you thanking you for your hand. He smiles and you notice him relax a little.

"How do you two know each other?" You want to know, he tenses his gesture, and shakes his head.

"It's... We were together a while ago..." He looks at you and you nod, there's nothing special about it, you never thought you'd be Norman's first girlfriend, it was stupid to think that. But there's clearly something else.

"And who are you?" Liz asks you and you open your mouth to answer.

"She's my wife." Norman grabs you around the waist and your heart races. "And we're having a baby."

"Ah... congratulations, I guess." She looks at you in surprise, walking away down the set, leaving you alone.

"I'm sorry..." Norman apologizes. "It was a complicated relationship..."

"It's okay, Norman, you don't have to apologize." You smile kissing him. "We've all had a past and you don't have to explain yourself to me..." .... N-nor lie..."

"Of course I want to tell you, and... Did you say lie? I didn't lie to you."

"To Liz... you said I'm your wife..."

"So what, you don't want to be?" He looks at you worriedly and you laugh with a shrug.

"Way to propose." You scoff and he reddens a little.

"I admit I had it planned differently..."

"You had it planned?"

"A little, maybe..." He rubs the back of his neck, nervous.

You laugh again and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The conversation ends there, none of you press the issue, you focus on the job now that you're all there. The producers tell you how the new season is going to work, your pregnancy is the little that remains as a memory of Shane, the odyssey of the whole group looking for where they can take shelter until they find the prison. Liz's new character.

"Will she be Daryl's girlfriend?" Doubtful questions.

From the last chapters of the first season there was a slight interest from the hunter for your character, nothing exaggerated, but that became more and more evident as Shane was losing his mind, but now it seemed that they wanted to nip that in the bud and involve a third person. It didn't make sense to you.

"Relax, I'm not going to steal him from you." Liz jokes even though her voice doesn't sound kind.

"Liz..."

"Actually she'll be attracted to our good-hearted redneck, we'll be counting on a confused Daryl which I'm sure Norman will play to perfection."

"Sure thing, boss." He nods, fiddling with his script in his hands.

"Unfortunately Liz's character, she won't last long with us..." He looks at the woman apologetically and she laughs.

"We all know how this show works, it's okay, it'll be fun."

"And we'll get back to our little moments between Daryl and our pregnant girl."

Everyone seems to be okay with this, you now understand the situation a little better, but for some reason you're still not comfortable with it. You know you can't get jealous, it's stupid, it's more than obvious that Norman isn't comfortable around Liz, but... she was his girlfriend once upon a time, maybe there's still something between them that maybe....

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" you jump in your own skin when you hear Liz next to you.

"R-right... Is something wrong?"

"I know why Norman chose you..." She starts to speak and you suddenly feel your defenses rise, ready for whatever she has to say. "You're good for him, just look at him. You can tell he cares about you."

You look over at Norman, he's standing back, talking to the rest of your cast mates, but he's got his eye on you, worried about what Liz are talking to you about. You smile.

"Norman has his good and bad things, but he's loyal and he's never going to do anything to really hurt you." You smile Liz giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder. "He's very lucky to have you."

"No...I'm lucky to have him...thank you Liz." You smile gratefully and the woman walks away.

*************

You enter home after a long and hard day at work, neither of you say anything, during the way, Norman has felt you very pensive and that worries him, he has seen Liz talking to you and he doesn't know what she has been able to tell you. Your relationship didn't end badly, but there were some strains that weren't properly ironed out, Norman knows you know he's no saint, but he also doesn't want your head filled with misconceptions and he can't explain himself.

"Are you okay?" he jumps into his skin when he hears you. Your hands caress your belly and you have a tired grimace on your face. You nod and shrug.

"Yeah, I think, I don't know... Are you okay?"

"Tired and surprised, trying to take it all in, I guess." You smile again.

"Hey, if Liz has told you anything that might have upset you..."

"No, she just... wanted to talk to me." You explain. "I think she was worried about you, I guess."

"Worried about me?" a snort escapes him and he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you very slowly, enjoying you. "I've never been better, and it's because I have you..."

"Norman..." You feel your eyes fill with tears, pregnancy is making you more emotional than usual.

"I'm serious, I've been happy, of course, I have a good life, but..." He smiles and touches your cheeks with his thumbs. "When I think about my future, you are in all my ideas and plans... you and our baby." He assures you and his hands move down to your bulging belly.

"You in mine too..." You whisper trying to hold back tears.

"I love you." He assures you and you feel something cold slip on your finger, you look down discovering a beautiful ring with simple details, Norman shows you that he wears on his middle finger, the same model, bigger. "It's a promise, okay? When we finish this season, when we have our baby with us..."

"Yes, Norman... yes, I do." You smile and hug him, kissing him again.

You both melt in an intense embrace, a kiss that lengthens, soft, charged with all the emotions and feelings that invade you.

All the love you both feel.

**********

I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

#my stuff #norman reedus #normanreedus #daryl dixon #ask me #smut #one shot #request #smut request #one shot requests #norman one shot #norman reedus request #norman reedus x reader #norman x reader #norman reedus x plus size reader #norman reedus smut #norman reedus fanfic

[jamminjunimo]

Stardew Bachelor/ette's favorite movie types

Abigail likes horror and fantasy, as would be expected, but also has a penchant for old westerns and samurai films.

Alex will tell you his favorites are sports or action movies, but really his favorites are old musicals that he used to watch with his mom and still does with Evelyn.

Elliott loves a good mystery or historical fiction, but prefers them to have a romance element and isn't above cheesy romance movies when the mood hits him.

Emily doesn't actually watch a lot of movies but when she does she will either go indie or surprisingly the big blockbusters as she thinks they're fun.

Haley enjoys artsy indie films with interesting filming techniques, but will tell you she likes the latest rom coms or other "chick flicks".

Harvey likes old war movies and documentaries, but shies away from docs involving murders.

Leah of course also likes artsy indie films but loves a good adventure or mystery.

Maru likes documentaries of all sorts, especially those aligning to her personal interests, but also loves a good comedy—the more ridiculous the better.

Penny would much rather read than see a movie, but if she has to choose she likes inspirational movies. She definitely does not like anything too scary.

Sam also likes absurd comedies as well as adventure but honestly will watch just about anything.

Sebastian prefers darker movies—mysteries, horror, dark fantasy, etc. but has some favorites from many other genres that he didn't expect to like.

Shane likes scary movies like slasher flicks, but won't admit he really likes the silly & sweet family and kids' movies Jas asks him to watch with her.

#stardew #stardew valley #stardew headcanon #sdv headcanons #stardew elliott #stardew abigail #stardew alex #stardew emily #stardew haley #stardew harvey #stardew maru #stardew leah #stardew penny #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #stardew bachelors #stardew bachelorettes

[cocoabubbelle]

Hey, hello fellow Frelma shipper! Can I ask what you like the most of the ship? If you want to answer of course. Anyway have a good night!

Canon Reasons not necessarily in order

This includes all of the series, films, books, etc that I can remember from the top of my head. Meaning, I have not watched/read all of them but plan to when possible!

WARNING: might be slightly repetitive because my writing skills do not always follow or translate the thinking process of my brain.

Their color combinations don’t make me wanna barf. It is very hard to get the complimentary colors of orange and blue together without them looking like the visual representation of nails on a chalkboard.

Smol x Tol. A height difference combination that rarely fails. Especially if their complimentary shapes also include short and curvy/plump with big and bulky/muscles.

Nerd-shaped Nerd x Jock-shaped Nerd

The Smart One (Logic) x The Other Smart One (Creativity). This is mostly applicable to the earlier late 60s-70s series before most of the later adaptations lower Fred’s intelligence to varying degrees. It can be generally agreed upon that Velma has a lot of book smarts and proven theories, while Fred leans more towards understanding engineering and mechanics (to an extent, seeing how his traps usually work out).

Snarky x Sweet. Honestly? Both have their moments.

Headcanon Reasons not necessarily in order

Warning: ranting involved.

Grumpy Cat x Golden Retriever energy.

“Excuse me , he asked for NO pickles.”

Gremlin Fighter x Giant Softie

“I connected the dots!” “You didn’t connect squat.” “I connected them!” I do not ship Ryan and Shane together, I just feel like this dialogue could fit Frelma.

Nerdy Loser Dork x “Dumb” Popular “Jock”/Girboss x Himbo/ Brains x Brawn. Explanation provided below. ⬇️

*DEEP BREATH*

I am not interested in watching HBOMax’s VELMA for a variety of reasons, including but not limited to:

1) Copying and Pasting the format for the Harley Quinn series, which is also a black comedy/satire with mindless violence, constant swearing, and inappropriate depictions of adult content (as you can probably tell, I do not like the premise of, nor will watch, that series either. If any of you do like either of those series, that is okay; go ahead and enjoy.)

2) The interpretation of the Scooby without the Scooby Gang’s personalities (Their adaptational races and social statuses are fine.) is superficial at best and insulting at worst.

That being said, from what little I heard about what happens in VELMA, there could have been a cute dynamic between Velma and Fred. Unfortunately, neither of the characters seemed very likable based on what the creators said and how the Scooby fandom reacted. This artist best portrayed what Velma and Fred’s chemistry COULD HAVE LOOKED LIKE in these videos:

Credits to Jamie De Jonge.

Do you see what we Frelmas could have had???

The Gunn live action films aren’t that much better frantically dodges bullets but there are more moments shown between Fred and Velma that despite some occasional bickering, Fred is wowed by Velma’s intelligence while Velma admires Fred’s confidence. I think as a younger kid, I was actually expecting them to end up together despite being a Fraphne shipper at the time because of their chemistry whenever they shared screentime.

Honestly? In the ending, the Fraphne kiss was a lot less satisfying to me than the moment when Fred steps down from the spotlight and directs it to Velma so she could finally get the credit and recognition she deserved in solving the mysteries and catching the villain.

I hope this was a mostly? coherent answer, @light-miracles ! Thanks for the question!!!

#shenanigans #scooby doo #otp #otp things #otp rants #frelma #fred x velma #velma x fred #fred jones #velma dinkley #scooby dooby doo #so sorry I took so long to respond! #i like these two a NORMAL amount OK??? XD #art not by me #art not mine #canon #headcanon

[gillianthecat]

I thought someone commented on one of my Theory of Love posts that it got much better in the second half, once we started getting Khai's perspective. Either they deleted it or I read it somewhere else because I can't find it anymore, but regardless I think I will end up agreeing.

I'm only halfway through episode seven, but it's all become a lot more interesting and I'm starting to really like Khai. My working theory on Theory of Love is that it's trying to do a lot of interesting and nuanced things with flipping expectations and perspectives halfway though (I mean, Third's favorite romance movie is literally called Flipped) and in that attempt it possibly bit off more than it could chew.

My current hypothesis is that they were deliberately going for exaggerated college frat bro type comedy in the first half in order to increase the contrast of the second half, or possibly even to deconstruct/critique that in some way. And that may end up working for me after I've seen everything, but at this point, even with the flip, I still found all the frat bro behaviors too annoying and Khai to much of an inconsiderate asshole to understand why Third was in love with him in the beginning.

Of course, some of this could be the problem of everything being filtered though translation - perhaps I would have a different impression of him if I understood Thai. And it isn't keeping me from liking him in the second half - the show feels just disjointed enough that I can ignore some of the stuff that doesn't work for me as unsuccessful attempts at something ambitious. I feel like it's a show where I can see the seams, which in some ways makes it more interesting. Especially given it's about filmmaking, and overtly referencing other films.

All the misogyny stuff I will wait to analysis after I'm done. I'm hoping it was a set-it-up-to-knock-it-down type situation, but I'm not feeling confident that it was. But at least the overt misogyny has lessened now that all four boys are distracted by other things. All along I've liked the dynamic between the four of them, and the specificity to each individual relationship inside the group. Which is part of why I'm hopeful that the misogyny is going to be deconstructed, or at least jettisoned - it didn't really fit with everything else about the boys.

I'm excited about the romance between Two and Un, I think mostly because I was not expecting it at all. (Maybe if I'd seen the trailer or looked more closely at the MDL page I would have.) My initial expectation for Un was actually that he was interested in Third, and that would finally spur Khai to notice Third/act on it. And it seems that's still sort of the plan - I'm paused in the middle of the auction scene. But Un's to obviously into Two for him to be Khai's rival for Third.

I am starting to like Khai a lot now, and I'm finding his journey of figuring out who he is and what he really wants interesting and nuanced. It's making me think about Teh from I Told Sunset About You, although they're pretty different characters. And playing this version of Khai seems to suit Off better.

I also like where I think they're going with the plotline of Bone and the Professor. They could ruin it later on, but so far it's developing into a very interesting mentor/mentee relationship, and I appreciate the way they're showing Bone deal with his complicated emotions about all that.

I'm enjoying Shane as this unexpected wise elder figure that came out of left field. Are he and the beach bar owner cameos by big name actors? They both kind of have that feel to them.

#liveblogging theory of love #theory of love ep 7 #theory of love #theory of love the series #gillianthecat liveblogs bl #gillianthecat reacts to bl #reaction by gillianthecat #wow that's a lot of words #not that many but more than I thought I'd write

[crazypaperwasteland]

Part Six-Not just a Redneck, Series Final!!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Guns(if that triggers you), depressing thoughts, brief mentions of not knowing what the point of living is, death, fear and crying, swear words, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: It’s finally here, the last part of my first mini series. Honestly, I worked all week to finish this quickly, I’m not sure how I feel about it. I feel like it’s a bit rushed, but anyway, I hope that you have enjoyed this series, I will be posting more like this in the future. Thanks for reading my work, it means a lot to me. 

Masterlist

(Y/N) was running with Rick and Carl, Rick’s shirt and hands were covered in Shane’s blood, and Carl could barely hold back his tears. The herd bigger than anything any of them had ever seen was trailing behind them. Shane had tried to kill Rick, actually holding a gun to his face, according to Rick. Rick had made (Y/N) leave them minutes before Shane and him went off and tried to kill each other, before Rick killed him.

Carl was already sounding winded, but he kept going without any complaining, because of the herd behind them that may or may not have already seen them, that was unclear at that point. (Y/N) couldn’t think of Carl at that moment, or Rick, or Shane, she just couldn’t. All she could think about was how they were going to get out of that situation, if they were going to get off the farm in time. And Daryl. He was still in the woods, if he got caught in that herd, he wouldn’t make it out alive. 

The last time she saw him, she’d dismissed his worries and borderline threatened him for just trying to keep her out of harm’s way. And the guilt she felt was extreme for that fact, aching down in her chest. She couldn’t erase the thought from her mind, if those words were the last thing he heard her say to him… she would never forgive herself for that. 

Rick and her picked up the pace, Rick gripped tightly onto Carl’s hand to make sure he didn’t lose him. When they got closer to the farm house, (Y/N) stopped and looked at Rick. “I need to find Daryl.”

Rick stared at her for a moment before he nodded once in understanding, hesitation in his eyes. Carl’s mouth dropped open, “aunt (Y/N), no! You can’t!”

(Y/N) took a breath and kneeled down in front of him, “Carl, you know what you said to Daryl earlier this morning about how we look at each other? How it’s like how your dad and mom look at each other?”

Carl’s mouth dropped into a frown, looking over his shoulder at the walkers in the distance that were getting closer every moment. He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“You were right, okay?” (Y/N) placed a hand on her nephew’s shoulder, “just like your dad needs to find your mom, I need to find Daryl. I need to make sure he’s okay. So go with your dad, find your mom.” (Y/N) kissed Carl’s forehead, “I promise you, when this is all over, I will find you again, okay? No matter what happens.”

Carl’s tears spilled over and he nodded, letting out a sob. (Y/N) pulled him into her arms, kissing the top of his head once before she stood and let him go. She gave Rick one last parting hug before she sprinted ahead of them. 

She looked everywhere, but it was either too dark, or everything was just too chaotic. But she knew he got out, his bike was gone. A relief to her to say the least, he was alive, somewhere. He’d managed to avoid the herd. But he wasn’t one to leave the group behind, he wouldn’t. Not until the last minute. 

She held out for as long as she could, but she eventually had to get on her own bike and drive off, when everyone else had fled the farm too. She did so with tears in her eyes, blurring her vision as she drove away from the walker infested farm. The place that had felt safe, the one place she’d felt safe in after a long time of uncertainty. It was just starting to feel like home, starting to. 

She was alone, a turn of events she never thought she’d have to experience. It shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was, many people had lost their families and were left alone, she just never expected that she’d be one of those people. She lost her family, and her friends, and Daryl, whatever he was to her. 

The farm was gone, her home was gone, everyone she’d ever come to know in her lifetime was gone, civilization was gone. Shane was gone. He’d been gone for a long time. But it hadn’t fully hit her until she saw Rick covered in his blood, until she’d seen his body laying on the ground, and then when he turned into a walker. 

For a split second when the whole apocalypse started, she wondered why people were hanging on so hard to live, fighting so hard to stay alive when everything they ever knew was gone. For a split second, she’d contemplated why she was fighting so hard, what she was fighting so hard for. But then she’d remembered that she had Lori, Carl and Shane, they were still alive. And that was worth fighting for. Then she found out that Rick was alive and she had another reason to fight. 

And she’d somehow found love in the middle of her pain. In the middle of everything falling apart. Then let it slip between her fingers because she forgot how important it was, to both her and Daryl. She could still practically feel her random bouts of happiness whenever he was near, she remembered the feeling so clearly. She could still feel his touch on her skin whenever he would wrap his arms around her. 

She remembered the morning she’d woken up after she decided to sleep in the bed with him. After he had offered up part of his mattress so she didn’t have to sleep on the floor. 

Warm, so warm. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open, squinting at the light coming in through the curtains on the window, she raised a hand to wipe at her eyes when she felt movement beneath her, she gasped and practically jumped off the bed onto the floor with a yelp. 

“Jesus, woman!” She heard Daryl say in a deep, sleepy voice.  “What the hell is wrong with you? Waking me up like that.” There was no real anger behind his words, just mild annoyance. “The last time I ever offer to sleep in the same bed as you,” she heard him mumble to himself. 

(Y/N)’s cheeks heated up when she realized what she had done in her sleep. She had unintentionally fallen asleep on him, she must have moved while she slept and decided to lay across his chest or something. Damn her, always having to touch him, even when she was sleeping. 

“You alrigh’?” She heard him ask in a soft worried voice. 

“I fell out of the bed onto hardwood flooring, no, I’m not okay,” she reached and pulled herself up on her knees to look at him, her elbows resting on the mattress. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the way her face was beet red. 

“Wouldn’t have felt much better if you slept on it, huh?” He teased with a wicked smile forming on his face. 

“No, I had a great pillow,” she mumbled to herself unintentionally. He quirked a brow at her, “nothing. I took the best pillow for myself, that’s all.” Gesturing to the pillow she brought into the room with her the night before. 

He hummed with a tiny smirk, “okay. I’ll just steal it then. I am the one in recovery after all, why should you get the good pillow?”

“Do whatever you want,” (Y/N) shook her head at him, “I don’t fucking care.” She climbed back up on the bed and laid her head back down on said pillow, burying her face in the pillow case that smelled like literal dust, like the shelf she’d found it on. 

Daryl grunted and settled back onto his pillow too, “you know, I should probably get up, but for once, I don’t want to get out of bed. I like this new pillow you brought me too much.”

“I thought you would, you grew up sleeping on the floor according to you,” she smirked. “I think you’d be happy sleeping on a pile of shit if it was covered with a sheet or something, a squishy little pillow.”

He muttered a small, “shut up, asshole.”

“Allow me to help you get out of bed this morning, considering Hershel gave you the okay to get out of bed and do something with yourself.” She grabbed onto the pillow he rested his head on and pulled it out from under him, she watched him put a small pout on his face. “Don’t look at me like that, you’ll get it back the next time you decide to sleep.”

Daryl chuckled, removing the childish frown from his face and sitting up, he pushed himself out of bed and grabbed his discarded shirt and shoes. Daryl could feel (Y/N)’s eyes on his back, but didn’t say anything. Once he was dressed, he turned to look at her, she was still in the bed, but she had her eyes shut. She was not asleep, he just knew. 

Daryl walked over to her side of the bed with a smirk on his face, ready to get back at her. He placed his hands on her pillow and next to her side, caging her into the mattress. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I know I’m the pillow you kept for yourself.” His hot breath on her ear made her shiver, the feeling that it and his words left ruined any chances of her going back to sleep. 

(Y/N) raised a hand to her cheek and wiped at the tears, trying to recover her full vision. She sniffled and couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped her, she could hear the moaning of walkers trailing in the woods and tried to keep it down. She thought of what she was going to do, what her plan was. 

(Y/N) took two deep breaths to compose herself, trying to think clearly. She’d need supplies before she tried to track Rick and the others down, she’d promised Carl she would find them, and she didn’t intend to break that promise. 

(Y/N) took off in the direction of the one place she knew for sure would have supplies, however risky it was to go in that direction. Considering the herd came from that direction. The highway where they had left supplies for Sophia. 

It took nearly all night to get to the highway, but when she did make it, she heard the sounds of relieved words. She sped her motorcycle up and when she saw the scene before her, she could barely believe her eyes. Everyone was looking at her as she shut off her bike, she got off of it and started sprinting. 

Carl and Rick let out breaths of strained relief, she ran in their vicinity, making them believe that she was going for them. But then she veered to the left and ran straight to Daryl, she threw her arms around him, tears streaming down her face while everyone else was preoccupied with each other. 

Carl, Rick and Lori gave them their little moment alone, even if they wanted to get their own hug from (Y/N). 

(Y/N) sobbed into Daryl’s vest, Daryl clutched tightly onto her, something he had yet to ever do, even when she hugged him before. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I said to you,” she whispered into his shirt, so quietly that he could barely hear it, her voice followed by a tiny little whimper.

Daryl leaned down and shushed her, “you ain’t got nothin’ to apologize for. I should be apologizing. I know you went for Rick, I know that.” He hugged her tighter, taking in the fact that she was actually there, in his arms again. When he’d gotten to the highway and found everyone else, he was so hopeful she would be there too. But she wasn’t. And then he heard the sound of her motorcycle approaching and he knew that she was alive, sending a wave of relief through him. 

Then it dawned on him that she hadn’t been with Rick and Carl when the farm fell. It didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together. She’d gone looking for him. And when she got to the highway, she hadn’t run to Rick, Carl or Lori, she hadn’t run to her family. She’d run to him. 

Daryl could only imagine the hell she went through, thinking she was completely alone when the farm fell. How dangerous it must have felt. And she’d run to him for safety. Not her brother and sister in law, not her family, him. 

And when he started to pull away, she just held on tighter to him, like she couldn’t let go just yet. So he held her for as long as she wanted, even if everyone was watching them as he did. And he thought, maybe, just maybe, he really wasn’t just a redneck, maybe (Y/N) was right about him. 

#daryl dixon #daryl #daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl x y/n

[fandom-imagines]

New Start

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X Reader; slight Sebastian X Reader

Words: 5.1k (I love him)

Warnings: None other than non-proofread writing I don't think, let me know if there are any that need tagging ^^

Note: There could be a part two if anyone would like x)

“Pelican Town,” the name fell involuntarily from Y/N’s lips as she hopped from the bus that had dropped her at her new home. “Guess we’re here, Luna.”

The midnight black cat rubbed itself against her owners’ leg, hopping onto the ground beside the suitcase that had landed mere moments before. A purr escaped the felines’ lips at the feeling off Y/N’s fingers gently caressing her fur, back arching in pleasure.

The cold air blew through the girl’s body as she stepped from the bus with once final ‘thank you’ aimed towards the driver. A shiver ran through her, arms wrapping around themselves to keep a grip on the little warmth she had left. Luna, who was now pressed tightly against Y/N’s leg, seemed to feel the same as her.

“Come here,” she smiled, kneeling with an open arm to allow the cat to hop into, soon surrounded with the warmth of the jacket Y/N had luckily worn for her journey. “Good girl.”

The sound of a young girl’s laughter sounded throughout the street, blending into her eyes along with the roaring engine of the, now departing, bus. A small grin crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired womans lips as she spotted a young, dark-haired girl holding hands with a man who seemed just as happy as she sounded.

“Shane, who’s that?” The young girls’ eyes were now fixated on the newest arrival to Pelican Town, legs shuffling themselves to move behind Shane’s body.

“Not sure, Jas.” The man’s own attention was now on Y/N, unsure as to what to say to her, if anything.

“She has a kitty!” Jas, or at least who Y/N assumed to be Jas, pointed towards Luna whose head had popped out from the jacket once the chatter had begun.

“She’s called Luna,” Y/N smiled brightly as she, once again, pet Luna. “You can pet her if you’d like!”

Jas seemed to ponder this for a moment, small fingers playing with the strands of her hair, “can I, Shane?”

“Sure, Jas. Just stay close, okay?”

The kitty owner smiled at their interaction, kneeling down to the ground so that the girl could have easier access to the kitten when she came over.

“Wow, she’s soft. Shane, feel!” Whilst her words were mostly directed towards the taller man, Y/N still felt slightly flattered at the compliment.

Shane, who was sporting his usual blue jacket, kneeled beside Jas, cautiously petting the cat with such care that it seemed like he feared he would break her.

The three of them remained on the ground for a few moments, Jas still as excited as before at the kitten, until an elderly man’s voice caught their attention.

“You must be Y/N,” he grinned. “I’m Lewis, mayor of this town. I see you’ve met Shane and Jas already.”

“I have, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Y/N returned his friendly smile, shaking his outstretched hand with pleasure.

“Likewise. I suppose I should get you to your new house, hey?” Lewis chuckled, brown cap falling down his head slightly as he did so.

“I’d appreciate that,”

“Come on, Jas. We should let Lewis show this girl to her new house.” Shane gave Jas a small, almost unnoticeable, smile as they climbed back onto their feet. “Thank you,”

“They were nice,” Y/N commented as the two people from before left.

“They are. That’s Jas and Shane,” Lewis began speaking whilst leading Y/N towards her new home. “Jas is his goddaughter, very shy but talks a lot once she’s out of her shell. And Shane, well there’s more to him than meets the eye, but I’m sure you’ll figure that one out.”

The two of them walked in a comfortable chatter, occasionally being stopped by the townsfolk to either greet the new villager, or to say hi to Lewis who then introduced Y/N to them anyway. Everyone she had spoken to had seemed extremely kind, not having a single rude thing to say to either of them, some aweing at Luna who was now hidden inside the jacket, fast asleep from the long journey.

“Here we are!”

The house in front of her was small, but it was cute and big enough for herself and Luna. She knew that it only had a single bedroom, something that was to be expected considering her situation. The place seemed as though it had been deep cleaned recently, which was likely.

“It’s pretty, I like it.”

Lewis let out a soft hum, handing her the keys to her new place, “I’m glad! I’ll leave you to get settled in! You should try and meet some people tomorrow, everyone here is friendly; I’m sure you’ll get along well with them all.”

“Thank you, Lewis,”

“Anytime!”

*

The house was cosier than she had expected.

The fireplace was already lit, filling the entire place with warmth during the cold weather. In front of the fireplace stood a couch, placed just on top of a blush rug which Luna gladly hopped onto, curling up into a ball, enjoying the fires heat.

“Get some sleep, Luna.”

The kitchen was neatly laid out. Everything was pressed together whilst still maintaining the comfortable feeling of the house. It was clear that this place was cheap. She couldn’t complain, it was perfect for her; away from her old life, tiny yet comfortable, everything about this place screamed ‘perfect’.

The bedroom was larger than expected, a double bed seated in the middle of the room with a cabinet placed at the end of the frame. Other than that, the place was ready for her to make it her own.

Ditching her suitcase on top of the duvet, Y/N grabbed her shower supplies along with some night clothes and headed towards her new bathroom.

“Here’s to a new life,”

*

Early the following morning Y/N rose to the sounds of birds chirping.

Luna was laid asleep beside her, snuggling into the duvet alongside her owner who was doing the exact same. The unexpected noise didn’t startle her, it simply confused her. Having forgot where she was, Y/N was incredibly confused as to why birds were singing in a dull city.

“Wait,” her voice croaked. “We’re in Pelican Town.”

The sound of her owners’ voice seemed to wake Luna from her own slumber, tongue sticking out to lick the human before cuddling into her warmth, the duvet seemingly not as comfortable as her favourite person.

A silent giggle left Y/N’s lips at the kitten’s actions, hands raising from the cover to stroke the dark fur which Luna seemed to enjoy judging by the soft exhale that she let out, something that simply made Y/N continue her actions.

“Morning you little rascal,”

The two lay in bed for a few more moments, the clock soon hitting 7:00 which was when Y/N decided she should, most likely, get ready for the day having planned to go around town and meet some of the others that live here.

As though she sensed the sudden idea to get out of bed, Luna snuggled further into Y/N as silent plea not to leave just yet; to stay and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the creaky oak bed.

“I know you want me to stay, but I need to meet people,” a soft sigh escaped her lips as she spoke. “I promise I’ll bring back some treats, okay?”

The mention of treats alongside a promise seemed to be all the motivation that Luna needed to get up. Her small frame raised itself up from the warm sheets, dropping herself onto the floor with a soft thud, something that earned a giggle from the human.

“Come on, let me get ready then you can have some treats.”

*

“Be good for me, okay Luna?” Were her final words as Y/N left her new home, locking the door behind her.

The ground was layered with autumn-coloured leaves, the sound of them crunching beneath people’s feet being oddly satisfying to those hearing it. The wind blew threw Y/N’s Y/H/C locks, tossing them into her face which caused an annoyed from to coat her lips as she tugged the strands away, back to their original place.

In the distance, a large building could be seen with a sign that simply read ‘Pierres’ above it. Deciding to head there first in search of treats, Y/N took off with a newfound spring in her step. It wasn’t everyday you get to have a new start in a new town now, is it? A chance to be who she wants to be, without anyone saying otherwise; it was perfect.

“Welcome, you must be new here!” A polite man with glasses greeted from behind the counter. “I’m Pierre, owner of the shop. This is my daughter, Abigail,”

“Hey,”

“Please feel free to have a look for anything you need.” Pierre finished once Abigail had also greeted the newcomer, pointing around at various displays and their signs.

“Thank you,” Y/N gave them both a polite smile, immediately heading towards the pet aisle.

“What’re you looking for?” A soft voice startled her, pulling her away from her search for treats. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Abigail,” The purple-haired girl, now known as Abigail, introduced herself.

“I’m Y/N. I’m just looking for treats for my cat, Luna, I promised I’d bring her some back.” A blush crawled onto her cheeks, embarrassed at admitting how she talks to her cat as though she was a human, despite knowing many do it.

“I’m sure she’s sweet. The treats are just down here!” Abigail said with a smile, the two of them walking down towards the end of the aisle, determined to find Luna some treats. “I always wanted a cat, my dad would never let us though. Shame really.”

“Cats are great, they can be a pain sometimes though,”

“I’m sure they can.”

It wasn’t long until they finally found what they were searching for, Y/N quickly choosing a pack of treats she was sure Luna would like judging by the flavour; all the items in the store being homemade meant she couldn’t get anything that she would usually buy, not that she was complaining,

“If you ever want to come hang out, I’m usually around here somewhere,” with one final smile, Abigail was heading back to her previous place when Y/N had first entered the store.

After paying for her items, Y/N left with one final waves to Abigail.

*

One long walk later, Y/N somehow found herself seated inside the local saloon with her new friend Abigail who had looked for her, inviting her for a drink with herself and a few other of her friends which they were currently waiting for.

“So, Y/N/N,” the use of the nickname made the named blush. “What made you move to a town like this?”

The question made her freeze, drink still raised slightly to her lips; she was certain that the shock was evident on her face.

Having not had time to come up with a perfectly constructed lie, Y/N simply said the first thing to come to mind, “new start I guess.”

“Makes sense. A nice quiet place where nobody knows you, I wish I were able to do that,”

An internal sigh of relief formed inside Y/N’s mind, relieved to have gotten away with such a short and simple answer; it was something she wasn’t used to. In fact, being able to get away with anything was a miracle in itself.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to someday,”

“I have some good friend, but sometimes I want something new, you know?”

Y/N gave a simple nod, completely understanding what she meant.

The saloons comforting warmth floated throughout the room, the background noise being ignored as the two continued to chatter about anything and everything, Y/N blissfully unaware of the gaze of another drinker fixated on her and her friends.

*

A banging head was what Y/N awoke to the following morning, only made worse by the ringing of her alarm clock which she switched off, a disgruntled groan leaving her lips and she did so. The noise simply made the pain in her head worse, a sigh sounding from her once she realised this. The sun shining through the open window also added to the pain.

Luna meowed from beside her, placing her paw on her owner’s face in an attempt of waking her.

“Sorry,” she apologised to the cat. “Want feeding?”

Feet padding across the cold wooden floor, Y/N headed towards the kitchen, both to take some painkillers and to feed Luna.

A smile crawled across her face as Luna sat at her feet, desperate for her food. Chuckling once Luna darted for the food, Y/N decided to finally get some painkillers to ease the banging pain in her head.

The wooden cabinet stood high in the air, too high for the girl to reach.

“Are you kidding me?” She sighed, attempting to jump to the height of the shelf. “I just want some painkillers,”

It took a few minutes for her to finally give up, a sound of defeat echoing throughout the room. Unfortunately, there was only one chair currently and it was plastic, no way anybody could stand on it without it breaking in two. So there was only one option: give up and suffer, at least until she was able to get some.

“Maybe Pierre’s sells some,”

It was a simple decision, her only idea as a matter of fact, and so she decided to head to Pierre’s and hopefully she’d bump into Abigail.

*

The autumn air was chilly yet still retained some type of warmth within. The leaves were, once again, coating the ground with their coloured patterns, blowing away on an adventure throughout the town. Despite the temperature being colder than she would have perhaps liked, Y/N pressed on, desperately praying that the fresh air would provide, at least some, relief to her head.

“Morning, Y/N,” Abigail smiled upon seeing her enter, evidently not as hung over as she was or maybe she just had painkillers, who knows?

“Hi,”

“You look hung over,”

“I am,”

The two continued to talk whilst searching for something to ease the pain.

“I hate to say this, but I think you’ll have to try Joja Mart,” Abigail sighed. “It’s up the road, just past the blacksmiths, you can’t miss it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Y/N gave one last smile as she left, ready to continue her search for what she needed.

*

Joja Mart was just what she was expecting, bold and flashy; everything she hated. Perhaps the hate stemmed from working for companies similar to this, or maybe she had always hated bold and flashy things, perhaps a mixture of the two. Either way, she had no choice but to go inside and find her painkillers.

The inside of the building was just as bad. Spotless and bright with posters plastered all over the walls advertising their own business, despite the customers having been inside their shop already. It was strange to say the least.

Y/N wandered the aisles of the store, searching high and low for any sign of painkillers; sadly, there were none. At least, not until she reached a shelf in the middle of the store that seemed to hold painkillers. Unfortunately for her, somebody was blocking the shelf.

“Excuse me,” her voice was meek. “Could I get some painkillers please?” Despite her pain, Y/N still mustered up a smile for the man, hoping to ease the clear annoyance on his face.

Wordlessly, the worker grabbed a box for her and gave her it before turning his attention back to stacking the shelves.

“Thank you,”

*

Swallowing the pills with a sip of water, Y/N was looking forward to feeling better again.

It was always fun drinking with friends, but the aftermath was not so fun. Despite all this, it was still worth it, at least in her opinion. Spending time with Abigail, Sebastian and the others of their crew was enjoyable, and it was fun to finally be able to let go and be who she wanted to be, who she is, with other people around her. She had thoroughly enjoyed doing so.

It was nearing late afternoon, the sky darkening and the moon replacing the sun that once sat high in the sky. The masses of people around Pelican Town had faded, leaving only a few lone wanderers to explore the territory; quiet and beautiful.

Deciding to remain outside instead of heading home, Y/N wandered to a place she had found yesterday with her friends.

The bridge was long, holding itself above the water with various wooden pillars below the surface. The water itself was a calming blue, moving steadily down the river, moonlight reflecting from the waves.

A content smile crawled onto Y/N’s lips as she took a seat at the end of the bridge, placing her shoes that she had removed whilst walking here on the ground beside her whilst dipping her, now bare, feet into the warmth of the water.

Time passed, the only reason she knew this was having watched sky darken further until it was a deep shade of blue, bordering on black.

“Hey!” A woman’s voice sounded behind her. “You look like you could use a drink, I’m Pam, and this is Shane.”

Looking behind her revealed both a man and a woman.

The woman was shorter than the man, whom she recognised from when she arrived at the bus stop, with short curly hair and a slightly distorted facial expression which Y/N assumed was caused by alcohol.

Shane looked the same as he was her first day there, blue jacket and green t-shirt keeping him warm and the tiniest bit of stubble covering his chin. He seemed slightly unhappy to be here, even more so when Pam flopped down beside Y/N, dragging Shane with her as she offered them both a drink.

“No thank you,” she politely declined the drink that was held out to her.

“More for me then, kid,” Pam’s voice was slurred, the stench of alcohol leaving her open mouth as she spoke. “What brings you here anyway? I know you’re new around here,”

The same question Abigail asked yesterday, why did everyone seem so intrigued by her sudden appearance? Then again, it’s not like you get many new faces in this town from what she had both seen and heard.

Shane’s attention seemed to be caught by this question, ears wide open to hear her answer but gaze fixated on the bottle of beer in his hand.

“Uhm- “hesitation was evident in her tone, something that only piqued the man’s interest. “I needed a new start.” It wasn’t entirely a lie; a new start was desperately needed for her. “Personal stuff I suppose,” she giggled nervously, running her hand through the warm water.

“Sounds about right, hey Shane?”

Shane wordlessly nodded, raising his beer to his lips to take a sip.

The three of them sat in a comfortable silence, the occasional sound if wind blowing through and the clanking of beer hitting wood being the only sounds that could be heard between them. None of them knew how much time had passed, only that it was nearing midnight.

“I should probably get home; my cat will be hungry.” Y/N sighed, lifting her feet from the water and putting her shoes back on.

“Be a darling Shane and walk her home,” Pam smiled at him, chuckling as Shane rolled his eyes in annoyance yet no remarks left his lips, simply standing up alongside Y/N.

“Come on,” Shane muttered, walking down the bridge with Y/N following quickly behind.

The short walk back home was quiet, Shane ignoring her attempts at making conversation, disregarding them along with a rude comment. It’s not that he wanted to be rude to her, she seemed lovely, but he had to.

His behaviour was confusing to say the least, leaving Y/N worried that she had done something wrong. This thought was clearly written on her face, almost making Shane apologise to her, feeling bad for making her doubt herself but alas he didn’t.

“Uhm- thanks Shane,” despite his rude behaviour towards her, she still offered him a smile. “I appreciate it.” And with that, she headed inside her house.

“Yeah, no problem,” Shane whispered once the door had shut behind her.

*

A few weeks had passed, and Y/N was getting along with most of Pelican Towns residents, especially Abigail and Sebastian who she would definitely say are her best friends with Penny being a close second.

Much to her disappointment, Shane was still quite rude towards her which sucked considering that she found him pretty cute.

“He’s like that with everyone he doesn’t know,” Abigail told her. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I guess,”

Despite all this, she was starting to feel safe and at home here in this small town. It was a small step towards her desired future, but it was one that she was proud of. Baby steps.

It was a quiet Saturday morning, Y/N on a usual morning walk to pick up some food for both herself and Luna. This was a routine for her, one she was used to by now. Less than a month ago she had found herself stuck doing everything for her mother, and now everything she did was for herself and her cat, just the way she liked it.

“Morning, Shane,” Y/N gave the dark-haired man a soft smile, watching as he directed his gaze towards the ground.

“Will you just leave me alone,” he snapped, not enjoying the way her smile dropped slightly before swiftly changing back into a bigger one.

“Sure,”

Shane watched with slight guilt as the girl walked away from him, desperately trying not to let his words get to her.

He knew she was nice. She had helped Jas and Marnie quite a bit in her first few weeks here, but he couldn’t let her get close to him. He didn’t want to ruin her innocence and kindness with his harsh and troubled personality, no matter how much he wanted to talk to her.

He couldn’t apologise.

*

More time passed and Shane found himself missing his, albeit small, interactions with Y/N. Instead of wishing him a good morning, she simply ignored him, staying true to her agreement of leaving him alone.

He would watch out for her of course, silently praying that she would say something, anything, to him so that he could politely reply to her. Nothing was said, not to him at least.

The small smiles and touches she shared with Sebastian at the Saloon irked him for some unknown reason. Shane hated the way Sebastian’s hand brushed hers as he handed her the drink that he had just bought her. The mere sight of Y/N and Sebastian together was enough to ruin Shane’s mood for the rest of the day, especially when they were alone together. It was clear Sebastian liked her as more than a friend, but the question was, why did Shane care so much?

*

The dark nights sky hung high above Y/N, the moon shining brightly alongside it to provide at least some light to anyone who may be out this late. It was a relatively clear night, not many stars littering the sky.

She had skipped meeting up with Abigail and Sebastian to instead sit alone, dipping her feet into the water much like she had done a few weeks before.

She was too deep in her thoughts, that she missed the sound of somebody walking down to sit beside her. It wasn’t until they were sat next to her, that she realised.

“Y/N,” they said.

“I thought you didn’t want me to talk to you, Shane.”

Her words made Shane wince. Despite the words seeming harsh, there was no harshness in her voice.

He hesitated for a moment, before doing what needs to be done.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that to you, you were only being kind. There was no reason for me to be so rude, so I apologise.” His own words made him feel uncomfortable, not used to apologising like this.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re scared of getting close to people, so you push them away,”

Shanes eyes widened at how accurate her deduction on him was; he didn’t know what to say in response.

“I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, Shane. It’s fine, I forgive you.”

Sincerity laced her tone, words being completely truthful. He didn’t know what to do, so instead he watched her. Her gaze was fixated on the night sky, feet gliding through the clear blue water. She looked truly beautiful.

That’s when it clicked inside his head: he likes her.

“I should get going, it’s late.”

Shane watched as she lifted herself up onto her feet, picking up her shoes soon after.

“Wait,” he called when she began to leave. “Let me walk you home?”

*

And that was how their friendship began.

The pair would greet each other each morning, meeting up in the morning to walk together, Shane going to work and Y/N going for her daily walk. In fact, that’s where they were now.

“It’s a bit chilly, isn’t it?” Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around her bare arms in a vain attempt to avoid the cold winter air.

Shane glanced at her cold frame, shaking his head slightly. “Should’ve worn some clothes then, shouldn’t you?” His words were clearly a joke whilst he laughed, slipping off the blue jacket covering his own arms, gently placing it around her.

The jacket itself was too big for her. The sleeves fell below her hands and the body buried her body; it was comfy.

“T-thanks,” Y/N smiled, praying that the cold weather had made her cheeks red, hiding the blush that had just formed.

“Don’t mention it,” Shane was praying the exact same thing. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket anyway?”

“I uhm-“unsure as to what to say, Y/N glanced down at the ground, silence filling the air whilst she fiddled with the sleeves on Shane’s jacket.

“Hey, what’s up?” Shane halted his movement, noticing that Y/N had done the exact same.

Nervously, he walked towards her until he was stood in front of her. She remained still. Shaking his head slightly, Shane raised his hand to her chin, tilting her head to face him. “What is it?”

“I’m not supposed to wear them in winter,” her words were rushed as she immediately tried to turn away from his concerned gaze, but to no avail.

“Why?”

“M-my mum told me not to,”

Shane’s eyes widened at her words, finger unconsciously running across her red cheeks. He had no idea what to say to her, no idea how to comfort her; it was clear that she was getting upset. So he did the only thing he could think of and enveloped her in a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head, enjoying the way her arms wrapped around his body whilst her head rested against his chest. His hand moved from her back to her hair, wordlessly stroking to hopefully provide some comfort.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, both just enjoying the others touch.

“You should get to work,” Y/N said, pulling away from his embrace. “You’re probably already late.”

“Being late is worth it as long as you’re okay,”

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“Hey, Y/N/N!” Sebastian yelled as he saw Y/N outside Pierre’s, looking at the calendar.

“Hey, Seb,” she smiled sweetly towards the man who gladly returned it. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going,” he chuckled. “Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something!” Despite his attempts at seemingly calm, it was clear that he was nervous.

“Oh? What’s up?”

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go on a date? … With me…”

Surprise covered Y/N’s face, unsure as to how to react.

Sure, he was nice, but she didn’t like him, not like that.

“I, uh-“her sentence was cut short by another man behind her, someone who had clearly heard the question.

“Let’s go, Y/N,”

“Shane?”

Y/N felt Shane’s hand grasp her arm, the gentleness of the grip contrasting the dark look on his face.

“I-okay?”

And with that, the pair left a confused Sebastian behind.

“Shane, are you okay?” Y/N asked once the two were alone. “You’re kind of scaring me,” her hand reached out to Shane, resting itself on his arm.

“Do you like him?” His voice was merely a whisper, gazing at the ground as though he was too afraid to look at her.

“Well yeah, he’s my friend so of course I like him,”

“No, do you like him?”

“Shane? No, I don’t. I like y-“ Y/N’s eyes widened at her words, realising that she had almost confessed to her crush without thinking. “No, I don’t like Sebastian.”

Shane’s eyes glanced towards her, noticing her blushing cheeks.

She was still wearing his jacket; he could feel the sleeve on his bare arm as he melted into her touch. She looked adorable.

“Good,” Shane sighed, stepping closer to Y/N who was simply confused. “Because then we might have a problem,” his hand rested itself on her blushing cheek which darkened further at the contact.

“What do you mean?” It was her time to avoid looking at him, hoping that the blush wouldn’t get any worse. “I mean, it’s not like we’re anything, so why would we have a problem?”

“Because I like you,”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his confession, gaze darting up to the taller man. “You what?”

“I like you, okay? I have for a while now. If you don’t feel the same, just say and I won’t bother you again.”

Y/N stared wordlessly, unsure of what to say to him.

“Got it, I’ll leave you alone,” Shane’s hand dropped from her cheek to his side, slowly walking away.

“Shane,” she called out to him, only to be ignored. “Shane!” This time she ran towards him, taking hold of his hand to spin him around, lifting herself up to his height to connect their lips.

Her spare hand reached up to his neck, pulling him down to her. The faint taste of beer could be tasted on his chapped lips. Shane’s own hand moved to her cheek, melting into the kiss.

“I like you too,” she whispered against his lips once they pulled away.

Shane simply kissed her again.

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[noa-nightingale]

Queer Watcher 2020

I am looking back on this weird, not-so-wonderful year - and on the ways @wearewatcher made my 2020 so much more wonderful. Originally, I wanted to list all the highlights I could think of, but one of the things I am most grateful for is Watcher’s inclusion and support of LGBTQ+ folks. I am just one queer person but I know there are many more in this fandom.

So, this ended up being a list of things I, as a queer person, appreciate and enjoy, and I am so so happy that I can write this. Buckle up, I have Things to say, and it is going to be emotional.

Ryan’s Pride shoes. I sometimes wonder how many sales Converse owes him. I love my own pair btw.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is, y’know, hey, uh, love everybody.” - Shane Madej, Gangly Puppet Freak. A PSA from the Weird/Wonderful Shakespeare Theatre vid, regarding bisexuality - he is so awkward with it lmao. Whole video has really great vibes too.

Steve/Stephanos.

Various tweets, including wishing us a happy Non-Binary People’s Day and a happy Trans Awareness week.

Ryan and Shane including their pronouns in their twitter bio. (Little things like this don’t go unnoticed, and they are very appreciated.)

Gay Oars! Ugh, my heart. Their first appearance totally caught me off guard, and I haven’t recovered since. (I also causes me no small amount of joy that the most romantic and tragic song of all time is called “Gore on the Shore”.) I could yell about my love for these guys all day. It is a beautiful thing that these characters exist.

Gay Oars, again - I knew they would show up and I still was not prepared. The song made me cry. I haven’t recovered from that one either. I love the progression from the first, tragic song to the second, joyful and loving song. I have so many emotions about these oars, I probably could make an entire list just for them. (Little fun fact: Even though the song made me cry, my first reaction to that episode was to go on tumblr and yell about it excitedly. Like, I was emotional but in an enthusiastic kind of way. The more difficult emotions hit me about four days later, for some reason. And then I sat in my room and cried my eyes out. Like, as much as I like being queer, sometimes it is just damn hard and the pain seems too much and you have been hurt over and over and don’t know if you can ever recover from it. And it is just really good to know that someone cares about your wellbeing as a queer person. Even if you have never spoken to that someone and he does not even know of your existence. And to be honest, I don’t always know how to deal with that. The kindness? The genuine allyship? I have no idea how to handle that, and it simultaneously heals and breaks my heart.)

Every time the words “his boyfriend” were uttered; I am especially thinking of Are You Scared here.

All the fan art Watcher inspired and continues to encourage and to support. There are many great artists in the fandom! And Watcher’s content inspires me to draw and create more myself! How wonderful!

Toxic masculinity who? It is nowhere to be found.

This... special kind of gentle and kind weirdness? It honestly had such a positive impact on me and the way I interact with other people and let them interact with me.

All of the wonderful people Watcher brought in. I am sure they will work with more amazing folks and I am really looking forward to that. Personally, I am hoping to see Eugene Lee Yang at some point. (Would be really happy to see Thomas Sanders too.)

Here’s What You Do. Just the whole podcast. It was such a delight.

I was hesitant to include this because I believe many of us have negative memories attached to it, and it was not a fun time for anyone (including the lovely people at Watcher themselves). But, yes, I am mentioning it: That one HWYD episode and the follow-up. I can only speak for myself, but the follow-up has an incredibly special place in my heart. To me, it is one of the most important videos Watcher has created. I watched it several times, I journaled about it extensively and it made me a better ally. Hell, I even showed it to my mother and one of my siblings (like, the entire video). I know it was a difficult thing to talk about but at this point: A HUGE thank you to Steven, Ryan, Katie and Shane for handling this in an absolutely fantastic way. I feel welcome and seen and appreciated, and in the end all I want is this: For people to genuinely give a shit about me as a queer person.

On a more lighthearted note, I enjoy it way too much that Ryan is able to say “LGBTQ” without stumbling over the letters. It seems like such a tiny thing but it brings me an unholy amount of joy.

The Professor. I don’t want to call him LGBTQ+ because that has not been confirmed as canon but he IS comfortable wearing clothes that are typically seen as “women’s clothing”, and as a trans/non-binary person I am kind of obligated to mention it.

I think I had an out of body experience when Ryan said “Oh thank you baby” to Steven in Too Many Spirits. Then I had to pause the episode to finish laughing. And then they brought it back in the next episode. Bless them.

Every time they/them pronouns were said.

The entire Hatshepsut PH episode. What can I say, I like it when gender norms/expectations/roles are broken. And even if we can’t call Hatshepsut trans by today’s standards, declaring yourself another gender has such power.

Without giving too many details: I had my struggles and problems in the past with Christianity and ~certain~ Christian people, and it is really good (and I mean REALLY good) to see someone whose faith and integrity are so interwoven and who is inspired by his faith to do good things and to do right by people. I obviously only know the things about his belief that Steven decides to put on the internet but what I’ve seen is almost healing to me, in a way. I am very grateful and happy that he is willing to educate others and to keep working on himself. Warms my heart.

The certainty with which these beautiful people call themselves allies.

Just... the general kindness and compassion, and the willingness to listen and to grow. I promise you, we notice and we love you for it.

I could have expanded on all of these points but I tried to keep this short.

And look. I don’t want to put anyone on a pedestal; that would not be fair. I am just immensely grateful for kind people who genuinely care and who genuinely try to do right by others and to bring joy to others.

And I know we like to have fun here but Watcher’s content is just a lot more than entertaining, meme-able fun (although it is that too, of course).

I had a blast with it this year and I am very much looking forward to the next year. I feel like I can’t adequately put into words the myriad of little (and not so little) ways these people have made my life better this year. Thank you from the bottom of my aroace, non-binary heart.

#watcher #steven lim #ryan bergara #shane madej

[saffron-nova21]

Exes: Flashbacks — Bonus Chapter

Please remember, this is just to give the story a bit more depth. You don’t have to read it, it won’t make a difference, either way.

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Warnings: Mentions of abuse, blood, bruises. Mentions of puke, nightmares/PTSD, mentions of abusive partner, and the wholesome boys being the best friends.

As you stood in the threshold of the home, you froze, wide-eyed and feeling pathetic. Though you promised yourself you wouldn’t burden them with your presence for longer than you had to. You just had to get back on your feet.

Then, you’d be out of their hair and they wouldn’t have to deal with you, anymore.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, your eyes widen and you quickly jerk away, going as far to hit the door frame to get away from the touch. Though, as you look up, you see Akaashi, who looks at you with sad eyes... You poor thing. What had he done to you?

With a quick and quiet apology, you shuffle into the home, missing the glance the two men exchanged. One of pure rage and sadness. Though, with it came a promise that he was going to help you heal. And he wouldn’t stop until you were you again.

...

You’d zoned out as you sat on you bed, Bokuto having moved to your floor to arm-wrestle with Kuroo. Akaashi wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew what you were thinking about. A shared memory, perhaps.

And as his hand comes to rest gently on your shoulder, you blink a bit, before looking at him with a small smile, leaning into his touch as he opens an arm to you, allowing you to lean into his side.

You weren’t completely healed, but you were yourself. And he was so, so proud and happy to have you back with him.

...

Bokuto hadn’t ever felt so angry in his life. But here he was, cradling you to him, in a blanket as the three of you rushed to the hospital.

Your head was bleeding and you were covered in small bruises and cuts. You were shaking and sobbing and clinging to Bokuto like your life depended on it. He was trying to comfort you, trying to quiet your sobs. He knew they were only wearing you out.

His hand comes to pet your hair, stroking it softly and cooing down to you. He’d never forget the way you were finally soothed by his soft, sweet ‘baby owl’ and calming hum. And he’d never forget the image of you, passed out, and bruised in his arms.

With that, he made a promise that he wouldn’t ever let anyone touch you again.

...

Bokuto scoops you into his arms as he watches the way you had zoned out again. Memories, he guessed. Though, he knew what you were thinking about. But luckily now, it seemed like a bad memory. Especially as the image in his head of your exhausted, pained features, were replaced by your giggles as you cling to him.

“I know you’re in love with me, baby owl, but save some of that affection for Tendō, why don’t you?” He teases as he kisses your head.

And no one had hurt his precious baby owl, or even laid a finger on you since that day.

...

It was the first time since your arrival that Kuroo had come to visit. He hadn’t yet seen you — you’d been too shaken up to visit in the hospital. He hadn’t expected for you to act the way you did, though. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, in completely honestly.

Watching the way you looked at everyone like you were scared to make the wrong move, scared to make anyone upset.

He’d watched the way you dropped something and froze. You hadn’t been able to move a moment, just looking at the rest of them all in terror. He hadn’t even noticed you were shaking, until he took your hands in his own to steady you and to reassure you that it was okay.

He promised himself he never wanted to see you so terrified of them again. He’d make sure that you didn’t ever feel so terrified in your own home ever again.

...

Watching the way you giggled with Bokuto, inevitably kicking something over and knocking something from your desk. Though, rather that dread or concern, they watch as you just grin sheepishly, next being pulled into Kuroo’s arms and away from the breakables.

“You’re so clumsy,” Kuroo teases you, ruffling you’re hair and watching as you lean into the touch with a happy smile, not a bit of fear in your bright eyes.

Because you knew that these people wouldn’t ever hurt you.

...

Lev remembered the nights where he sat by your bedside for when you woke from nightmares. There had been so many nights when you woke up in a cold sweat.

He would sit by your bedside end hold you while you sobbed into his chest, shaking and in a cold sweat. Occasionally curling up in bed with you, do you could both fall asleep.

He’d never forget your wide eyes, terrified before you realized it was him who was watching over you. Him who was brushing away your hair when you began to puke because of your terror. Him who was comforting you in the dead of night.

That was when Lev had promised he would never let you wake from a nightmare, scared and alone.

...

Lev grins as he scoops you away from Kuroo, watching as your face lit up and making his chest swell with pride. He’s quick to hang you upside down by your legs, before tossing you on your bed.

The same one that you slept on every night. The same one that you hadn’t had a nightmare in eight months in, while sleeping. The same one you piled high with stuffed animals from your friends or from occasions with them. To ‘protect you’ from any nightmares.

He’d kept his promise. Because every time you woke from a nightmare, if he wasn’t there, you were calling him and he was coming to lay by your side until you and he fell asleep again. Never again would you sit, scared and alone in the dark.

...

Kenma remembered the day you’d come to his apartment, because he’d invited you to play video games with him. He remembered the way your eyes lit up for the first time since you’d come back from the hospital.

He remembered the way you held the controller, a bit inexperienced, but still bubbling with excitement. He remembered the excitement you held when you started to talk to them.

It had been the first time that your words weren’t laden with ‘sorry’s and hesitance. And he promised that he’d help you get a set up for your own room, so they didn’t ever have to see this excitement leave you.

...

As Kenma watches you glance at your equipment, he knows you’re thinking about the same thing, looking towards him directly after. He gives you a soft smile and opens his arms.

You always jumped at the opportunity to hug Kenma, quite literally jumping off of the bed to walk over to him and tuck yourself into his lap. He always gave some of the best hugs. All of your boys did. And as you hug him, he reminds himself...

You were happy, again. Genuinely happy and out of your shell. And he was so, so proud of you, wrapping his arms around you with a soft smile.

...

And as you looked around at the boys, you can’t help but smile. You had such good friends. And you wouldn’t ever stop letting them know exactly how much each of the dorks meant to you. And as you all reminisce, you glance towards the ‘bucket list’ on your desk. You and the boys all wrote it together, one Valentine’s Day.

(I know my handwriting isn’t good, sorry guys) You don’t have much on your bucket list. Neither do the boys. But, you’ve all decided that when they’re all completed, you’re going to make new ones together.

The boys would do it all again, no questions asked. It was hard at times, but here you were. And they were so happy. Because once they’d gotten you back, you were a light in each of their lives.

Bokuto beat the shit out of Shane for what he did. He ended up in the hospital for a couple of days. But he deserved it, for having put you there in the first place.

I really hope I did those scenes justice 😔 I know it’s not the best but I promise I tried, guys. I hope you’re enjoying, though 💕

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically. But remember, no matter what, I am here for you, I am proud of you, and you’re doing wonderfully!

Taglist: (Bold couldn’t be tagged, but I’ll keep trying)

@kookie-doughs @missalienqueen @kodzuklutz @halesandy @pelicanpizza @pandauniverse @sevenlol @mixed-bag-of-tricks @satoriluver @uniquepickle @geloikawa @babyshoyo @ilauvcoldpizza @ghoulgirlradio @maer-333 @tobi--o @ermahgerd-larry-and-ziam @ashtounding

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #tendō smau #tendō satori x reader #tendō satori smau #tendō x reader #tendō satori

[littlegodzilla]

Here I am with another request!! I have to say that I probably let my mind fly away too much and maybe I made it a little more dirty than I expected at first... on my defend I'm on my period and.. well...

I hope you like it!!

Enjoy!!

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Jus' shut up.

Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Request by @everatte : I'm actually just gonna do a regular do you take smut requests? If you do can you do a daryl x reader where they like continuously keep clashing and arguing with each other in the prison era. Like the two do not like each other at all until their forced to go on a team mission together to get the medical supplies for the sick people. They end up bonding for once until a encounter with a herd makes them argue again once they both get stuck in a building. After a bit of reader being bratty and snappy at him while they wait for a herd to pass Daryl finally gets tired of the readers bitching and argues back until one of them confesses their feelings which lead up to pent up needed angry sex.

Warnings: enemies to lovers. Smut. Angry sex. Oral sex. Rough sex. Dirty talk.

Words: 4000.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red

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It's been almost two years since the world began to fall apart, since you found the Peletier family in the traffic jam at the gates of the city of Atlanta, you all joined the Grimes family and Shane Walsh leaving the burning city behind you. You found safety in an old quarry along with the Harrison sisters, Dale, an adorable older gentleman, and Glenn Rhee. You were joined by a few more companions, you all divided up the tasks, the men guarded the surroundings, it was safe, in a way.

The last to join were the Dixon brothers. Two scruffy looking men, dirty, acidic and volatile character, at least Merle, Daryl his younger brother, was quieter, but he was also moody.

You never got along with them. You were always arguing, or because of Merle's foul mouth with his continuous foul comments such as his racist or sexist remarks. Always involved in some dispute with him and Daryl. Your problem was that you were unable to shut up and that got the older Dixon into the game and you ended up exploding. Many times Daryl was simply an intermediary, he prevented his brother from coming to blows against you, although you wouldn't have stood still either, you would have slapped him a couple of times.

Daryl got more than one after his brother disappeared and his attitude turned to shit. Grumpy, gruff, always scowling, barking and mumbling through his teeth, he threw all his anger at Rick and you when you were around, you weren't his real target, but maybe hearing you say you were glad and wished Merle was dead maybe caused more than one of those arguments between you.

After you left camp in search of help and answers with Rick Grimes, things didn't seem to change too much, at least at first. Your fights with Daryl don't change, they're not as constant, but the pique, the challenge, the continuous back-and-forth between you is still there. When you arrived at the CDC the first thing you did was to eat and get a little drunk, you won't deny that you needed to clear your mind of everything you had experienced. After dinner you decided to take a shower and that's when you ran into Daryl again. You discovered him standing in the doorway of his room staring at you. The water was still running down your body and you adjusted your towel.

"What's the matter, Dixon, never seen a naked woman before?" You teased him, but he snorted shaking his head.

"When I think yer a woman, I'll tell ya." He growled and slammed the door shut. His attitude made you laugh, really laugh, for the first time in a long time and you went into your room.

You hit him for the first time outside the CDC, when he dragged you out of there against your will. You didn't want to die, but you didn't want to leave your teammates behind either, you wanted to convince them to stay with you, but Daryl stopped you. After Andrea and Dale got out of the building and Dale jumped in the air, you hit him so hard that your hand was marked on his cheek.

"You had no right, Dixon!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. "They could live!"

"They had already made their choice! You are no one to take away their decision!" he shouted back. "Ya were gonna die for nothin'!"

"Fuck you! Next time mind your own business!"

"Fine! Die if ya want to so badly!" He barked at last walking away from you, bringing the back of his hand to his bruised cheek, feeling the skin burn.

After that you avoided at all costs having to address each other. Although it was sometimes impossible not to cross paths in conversation, the group was getting smaller and smaller. However, you realized that Daryl's change was much greater after losing Sophia. After desperately searching for her, the bond he created with Carol, the rage and helplessness of not having been able to do anything to save her, turned him into an active member of the group, loyal, confident, willing to face whatever was necessary, to defend the farm that you yourselves had almost destroyed with your presence.

Getting on his bike, that night while the dead and the flames surrounded you was strange. You had stayed behind, you really thought you were going to die there, for a second you had accepted it, it was okay, you had survived more than you could hope for, you could shoot yourself and avoid being eaten alive or keep fighting, find your way back to the road. You shot several Walkers making your way through them, there were many of them, but you also had the advantage of being faster than them. You soon reached the dirt road, leaving the farm further and further behind, some 'smarter' zombie followed your escape, but you were confident that you would soon lose sight of them. You heard the roar of the motorcycle long before that happened and the hunter's arrows flew around you eliminating the threat, but none touched you. You ran to him, looking at him utterly exhausted, wreathed in sweat and, though you would never admit it out loud, with some tear of relief at the sight of him. Daryl chewed hard on his lip, playing with the gun between his fingers, it was obvious he wasn't comfortable with the situation either.

"What yer waitin' for? Ride the hell up." He grunted finally, you couldn't help your grin and showed him the arrows you had picked up from the fallen corpses. "Thanks..." He mumbled and your heart skipped a beat.

You never expected those words from Daryl, least of all towards you.

The prison is your home now, you have made it safe, you have fought, you have suffered, you have lost much, but it is finally yours. There are new people within your group, wandering travelers in search of shelter for a while and others who stay permanently. You have lost T-Dog and Lori, who has had a beautiful baby girl, Judith. You will never forget watching Daryl care for and protect Judith as he did, his strong refusal to lose her, to volunteer to forage for food for her. It was at that moment that you realized that your feelings of rage against him masked something much greater.

You liked him.

Not just physically. You had realized that long before, almost since he showed up at camp with his brother, but to you he was the typical handsome man who blew it when he opened his mouth. For a long time you didn't change your mind, but now you were aware of how your voice trembled when he was around, the flush on your cheeks when you heard his voice, and even a twinge of jealousy when you heard laughter coming from Carol's cell.

You liked him a lot.

And it made you angrier at him, it encouraged your constant fighting, it was the only way you knew how to talk to him and not have him look at you like you'd gone crazy.

What you also didn't expect was that half the prison would get sick with a winter flu and you would have to go out and get medicine. You were one of the few left without contagion and Rick entrusted you with the task along with a small group.

"Are you crazy?" You heard Glenn say to the Sheriff. "If you send them alone they'll kill themselves along the way, I'm fond of them, but we need those meds."

"I know, they'll go with a group and that way we can make sure we bring enough meds for everyone and even be able to store them here." Rick replied.

You were a little hurt that they were so clear that you weren't able to work as a team, but they were right and now you're embarrassed to admit it.

You are ashamed because your control of the small group has been a disaster. At first everything was going well, you managed to reach another abandoned village, you had to fight your way through the dead, but you didn't use more ammunition than necessary, you found a pharmacy almost razed to the ground, but you still took everything that was left and a hospital. The place was huge and there was a good chance there were too many Walkers for your small group, but you dealt with a plan that helped you get in and out of there unseen. Or at least that was the idea.

You still don't know how, but a huge group of zombies appeared and split your group in half, yelling at your companions to get out of there with everything they had, you told them to go back to the prison, that you would look for another way out, not to worry.

And now you're in that room on the third floor, with the door ripped off with one of the stretchers and a couple of chairs. The dead are still roaming the corridors, preventing you from escaping without having to fight.

Your only company is Daryl.

The archer is looking through the only crack you have left in the door, to make sure the place is safe, to try to escape as soon as possible. From your position, trying to calm your own nerves, you observe him; his hair is longer than in the camp, damp from the sweat now coming off his body, bare arms, wearing a leather vest with wings painted on the back, tense for the situation, his muscles marked as he carries the crossbow in one of his hands, he has torn his pants at the knee, but he does not seem to have noticed it, or simply does not care. You know he's attentive to what's outside, but he also knows you're there, his eyes also catch your movement at times. He has left his backpack on the other gurney and you do the same, checking inside, making sure nothing is broken or open. You pace around the room looking for something else to take with you when you hear Daryl snap.

"What?" you ask stopping yourself.

"Can ya stop? Yer gonna attract every fuckin' dead person in the fuckin' buildin'." He hisses and open your eyes wide.

"Excuse me? I didn't..."

"Yer fuckin' loud, pacing back and forth, what do ya expect, to make a hole in the floor?" he speaks again and you continue to stare at him in disbelief.

"I'm loud? I'm not doing anything! Besides who the hell is running upwards to begin with, why do you guys have this fucking idea for always running upwards, what do you expect, to fly off?"

"God, shut the fuck up." He growls again and anger bubbles under your skin.

"I'm not going to shut up, this was your fault." You bark and he turns away from the door. You've finally gotten his attention.

"My fault?" he asks with a frown.

"We had a fucking plan and you decided to go it alone."

"I was checkin' to make sure we had a clear path! I dunno where that whole bunch of Walkers came from!" He defends himself.

"And you threw a horde on us!"

Daryl steps away from the door walking straight towards you. His hand closes like a piece on your neck and slams your body against the wall. A mumbled groan escapes you and you look at him sideways, Daryl is breathing hard through his nose, controlling himself, his brow is scowling, his lips are tight and every muscle in his body is tense. He's pissed off for real.

"Ain't my fault. They were there."

"Is that what you say to make yourself feel better?" you tease and his fingers tighten a little tighter in your throat.

"Why do ya always gotta push me over the edge? Why do ya always have to get on my nerves?" he growls, his eyes looking you up and down and then he detects something different about you.

Every time his fingers tighten around your throat, your mouth ajar and your pupils dilate. There's no fear, you're not scared that he might seriously choke you. It's something else. Excitement. Curiosity. Desire. Daryl feels his own body combust and his hand falters on your neck for a second.

"Ya like this, ain't ya?" He leans over you, his nose brushing against your temple, his lips pressed to your ear. "Yer a needy bitch, ain't ya? Must be hard not findin' anyone who can give ya what ya need." He mumbles, voice hoarse and raspy, feeling his own pants start to bother him.

"And you're going to give me what I need?" You challenge him with your gaze feeling your panties get soaked as you hear him speak.

He let go of your collar to tangle his fingers in your hair and give a tug, your head falls back exposing your neck completely and Daryl bites right in the middle. A moan escapes your mouth, but that doesn't stop him, in fact he bites harder feeling the metallic taste of your blood and sucks the skin. You whimper trying to let go, but he only pulls away seconds later to see the huge mark he has left on your skin. His pupils dilate and he knows he can't stop.

With his fingers tangled in your hair he guides you to the gurney in the room, throws your backpacks on the floor and places you against the mattress that squeaks under your weight. Urgently he unbuttons your pants and pulls them down to the middle of your thighs along with your panties. You groan again as his hand spanking your buttocks and you tremble, raising your hips. A sly smile forms on his mouth, your pussy completely wet, glistening. He unbuttons his pants and pulls out his hard cock jerking it in his hand before thrusting himself inside you without a care in the world. You cry out in pain holding onto the sheets, your eyes fill with tears and you shake. Daryl leans over your body.

"This is what ya wanted, isn't it?" but he doesn't move, he knows he's hurting you. He can feel your pussy trying to adjust to his intrusion, to his size, it tightens around him and Daryl hisses. "Well, if we're gonna die here, I'm gonna ruin this little slutty pussy of yers first." He growls in your ear and you close your eyes feeling yourself wet again, this time soaking Daryl's cock and your pussy wants to swallow him deeper, but Daryl pulls out of you.

You let out a whimper in protest, but he pays you no attention, too busy putting down the crossbow, he hurriedly takes off his pants and kneels right behind you. He undresses you throwing your clothes somewhere in the room, rests his hands on your quads and with his mouth wide open you feel his tongue run all over your slit at the same time his nose buries itself between your buttocks. You tense fully against the gurney, your fists clenching the sheets between your fingers, you close your eyes tightly as you moan and feel your knees start to shake. His mouth shows you no mercy, catching your folds, biting your lower lips, his chin rubs again and again against your clit, the rough raspy feel of his beard gets your core spilling even more. Your pussy is still sore from his abrupt intrusion, but his tongue doesn't stop fucking you, his hands move up from your thighs to your ass, gripping it tightly, massaging its smooth, round shape. You moan louder lifting your hips, pushing yourself against his mouth, spreading your legs wider to give him more access if possible and you feel him spank your buttock again. You roll your eyes being aware of how fast the knot of pleasure is forming in your lower belly.

You are not the only one, Daryl is also aware that you are close to your limit, his tongue leaves you, you wiggle your hips in the air looking for relief, Daryl smiles giving you a new spank, spits on your hole and sticks two fingers inside. Your back arches violently, you stand on your tiptoes and the mattress squeaks under your body once again, you feel Daryl's teeth on your buttock, you feel him sucking as he pulls your skin with his teeth to then release you, your buttock dances with his teeth marked on it and you despair, because his fingers fuck you fast, it's too many things at the same time, your brain clouds and you become a desperate mess, panting and drooling. His fingers find the spot, the exact, perfect spot that makes your knees give out and buckle.

"Daryl!" you scream his name in desperation.

Then you remember where you are, death surrounding you and you bite down hard on your lip to silence your own moans. But Daryl is not willing to miss the dirty sounds coming out of your mouth, without stopping moving his fingers in and out of you, he rises from the floor leaning his body over yours again, his lips brushing your ear.

"Lift yer leg and rest ywr knee on the stretcher." He orders you at the same time as your bodies lean slightly to one side.

You obey by raising your leg as he has told you and you are much more exposed to him than before, more open and his fingers go much deeper inside you. You can't contain the long moan that forms in your throat and Daryl takes the opportunity to hold your chin and stick his thumb inside your mouth making a clamp, holding your jaw and tongue so you can't close your mouth, soaking his hand with your drool.

"Lemme hear that desperate voice." He whispers without stopping wiggling his fingers. "Yer close, ain't ya?" he asks you and you nod, sucking on his finger.

Suddenly, however, he pulls away. His whole body pulls away from you, you feel your pussy close against nothingness, your mouth empty and your body losing the warmth of his. You growl low turning your head to look at him, he's reaching for his pants, he looks ready to leave you halfway. You're not going to let him. You push him off you now and your mouth devours his, you grip tightly to his vest, on tiptoe, at the same time he holds you by the top of your head and allows your tongue to tangle with his.

When you sense he is about to take control, you bite down on his lip, breaking the kiss and kneel in front of him. Without letting him process what's happening, you grip his cock from the base and take his tip into your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue like candy.

"Oh fuck..." He mumbles watching your lips slide over his length. "Yer gonna take my whole cock, can ya?" He asks huskily and you look at him sideways, cupping your cheeks, sucking harder. "Shit... of course ya can. Ya love suckin' cocks, don't ya? A whore with a perfect mouth for my cock."

You should be offended, you should pull away and leave him there, but every time he opens his mouth and his raspy voice utters an obscenity, your whole body jerks and you can feel yourself dripping against the floor of the room. Daryl is still angry, you know it, and he leaks his anger through his words. You feel his hand on your head as you swallow the last few inches and your nose brushes against his pubic hair. He gasps and grunts like an animal, wanting to move his hips against your mouth, but he restrains himself, watching as you begin to pump your head along his size, taking it drooling, feeling his balls tighten, he knows he wouldn't hold out much longer, but he's not done with you.

He pulls you away from his crotch with a tug on your hair. He lifts you off the floor and sits you on the gurney. Your eyes connect for a second, you think it's the first time you've been able to look at each other since this has gotten so twisted. He spreads your legs apart guiding his cock against your entrance and pushes in one thrust. Again you moan loudly, throwing your head back, you rest your hands on the mattress and arch up moving against him. Daryl stands still, watching as your hips do the work, as his cock loses itself inside you over and over again, with a rhythm too slow for his liking. Making you stop he holds your legs below your knees and spreads them further apart, leaving you completely on the edge of the mattress before he begins to fuck you, fast, deep, hard. You cry out and your fingers close so hard against the sheets your knuckles turn white, your head thrown back, you moan uncontrollably trying to keep up with his rhythm, clenching around his cock each time he thrusts hard, listening to him huff and hiss.

"Fuck this pussy is made for my cock." He mumbles without stopping moving. "It takes me so fuckin' good, so tight and needy." He pushes harder and you feel him crush your G-spot making you see stars. "Ya like it? was this what ya wanted?" You nod your head quickly and he pushes inside again in one lunge. "Use yer words."

"Yes! Yes, Daryl, I like it! Harder!" you moan again and he continues to move hard.

Your body begins to throb and shake, your legs tremble in Daryl's hands, but he won't let you close them, you moan louder and your orgasm engulfs you feeling Daryl follow soon after cumming inside you, hearing him moan gutturally, resting his forehead on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin.

You're still trembling on top of the gurney, your breathing controlled, your arousal diluted, you just feel his cum dripping out of you, making a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Daryl has his back to you now, putting on his pants without looking at you, picking up his things from the floor.

"What was that for?" you ask when you finally regain your voice.

"I just wanted ya to shut up." He answers quickly.

"You could have said so, you didn't need to fuck me..."

"We both know ya never shut up, it would have been a wasted effort." He growls without looking at you yet, picking up his crossbow from the floor.

You watch as he approaches the door and looks outside, miraculously no undead have come all the way to the room you're in, it's impossible they didn't hear you, but you're still safe. You can almost see a gleam of relief in his eyes. He turns to look at you, but you are still naked in your place and he averts his gaze, as if he is now embarrassed.

You can't help a chuckle escaping you.

"What?" he asks you with a frown.

"Nothing, I think it's funny."

"What?" he swallows nervously.

"You; you just fucked me like our lives depended on it, you marked me like I was yours and now you're unable to look at me." You tell him letting out another giggle.

"Bullshit." He mutters, pushes aside the furniture blocking the door and walks out, you wait a few minutes, but seeing that he doesn't return, you climb down from the gurney and get dressed. As you are lacing up your boots, Daryl returns. "It's clear, we can go."

"Okay..." You nod and grab your pack walking towards him.

As you pass him, Daryl stops you and holds you by the back of the neck. Your body trembles thinking he's going to kiss you, but his thumb caresses the bite of your neck.

"And yer mine, forever." He looks at you with intensity. "The difference is now everyone will know and no one will dare lay a hand on ya, again." He growls and lets go of you starting to walk down the hall again.

You frown, confused and surprised, jealousy spitting out with his words, you know some new people in the group have gotten really close to you, you've flirted with them, but you never thought Daryl would notice that, that he would feel jealous and threatened by their presence.

"Yer mine, forever."

His words still echo in your ears and you feel your lips stretch upwards into a smile.

With your heart pounding you quicken your pace as you see Daryl come after you again, a clear question in his eyes as to what you are doing.

It was a rude and vague confession, but it's Daryl and you know he's done his best to put it into words, when you get back to the prison you'll talk to him properly.

Now you need to get out of there safe and sound.

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The End.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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Refracting Light

Chapter One

Author’s Note: And this marks the end of book 2!  I have no school excuse this time, the final story is honestly just not coming easily to me.  I'm still working on it, and it will be finished, I just cannot say exactly when.  In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this one!

Chapter Eleven:

Patton wasn’t supposed to be sent to get Virgil and Thomas for another couple hours, but he needed to talk to Virgil first.  He doubted Virgil would ever actually care about him, but he wanted to try and prevent his outright hatred if he could.  Patton also couldn’t leave things like this.  Not when he was going to need Virgil to let him care for Thomas later.  Patton had seen the aftermath of these kinds of interrogations before, and he was going to need to get to Thomas quickly.  He couldn’t spend time trying to convince Virgil to let him close.  And… well.  If Roman and Remus ever ended up back here, and Virgil told them what Patton had done…

If Patton didn’t have a chance to defend himself, they would both hate him for sure.  And that would be worse than just Virgil hating him.

That didn’t mean Virgil looked happy to see him, of course, but Patton hadn’t been expecting that in the first place.  The second he walked into view Virgil started glaring at him.  “Get out.”

Thomas, who clearly wasn’t expecting this, gave him a surprised look.

“I need to talk to you, Virgil,” Patton said quietly.

“I am not interested in anything you have to say,” Virgil snapped.  “Get out.”

“Virgil, what did he do?” Thomas asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Thomas,” Virgil said, not moving his glare from Patton.

“It’s about Thomas,” Patton said.  Virgil glared away, trying to seem resolute, but they both knew he wasn’t going to put anything above keeping Thomas safe.

Finally, Virgil swore under his breath and stood up.  “I’ll be back, Thomas,” he said.  Patton pulled out the key he’d been given for later and let Virgil out.  He shut the cell door after him and started leading them both to the medbay, but noticed Virgil limping after only a couple steps.

“Do you need some help?” Patton asked, reaching out towards him.

“Don’t touch me,” Virgil snapped, leaning away and wincing as he seemed to quickly realize that was a bad move.  Virgil glared back at him anyway.  “If Thomas is gone when we get back, I fucking swear—”

“I gave us a couple hours,” Patton said, trying to resist calling out Virgil’s language because he kind of deserved it.  “Thomas will be there when we get back.”

Virgil glared away again.  He didn’t say anything positive, but at least he didn’t snap at him again either.

They made it to the medbay, and Patton set out a first aid kit and started looking over Virgil’s wounds as much as he could without actually removing any bandages.  Rebecca had done a good job.  The dressings needed changing, but he doubted Virgil would let him do that.  He could try again at the end of their conversation.

“What did you want to talk about so I can go back?” Virgil asked, jolting Patton out of his thoughts.

Patton sighed.  “I know you’re probably not going to want to hear this,” he said.  “But can I explain how I found out about Remus and Shane?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes.  “Am I going to care?”

“I, um, can’t answer that question for you?”

“I thought we were talking about Thomas.”

“I’ll be getting to that.”

Virgil glared at him again and sank down against the medbay bed.  Patton let him.  It had to be much more comfortable than trying to heal in the cell.  “Well, get on with it then.”

Patton sighed, and sat on the chair nearby.  “There’s a reason I keep telling you to talk,” he said.  “Trying to make it stop any other way will just make it worse.  That’s what happened with Remus.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Virgil asked.  “You already said you didn’t do anything.”

“I tried at first,” Patton said, and Virgil seemed surprised at that.  “When we were fourteen and I first learned Shane was hurting Remus I tried to tell someone.  But that’s not how this works.  Of course they knew what Shane was doing.  Because that… that’s what we do to people,” Patton said.  “We hurt people who don’t deserve it.  Trying to fight back just makes it worse, Virgil.  They’re always going to be a step ahead.”

Virgil was looking at him, still seeming angry but not quite as much.  “What did they do?” he asked.  “When you told someone?”

Patton flinched.  “They made me watch,” he said softly.  “That’s what they do when I betray them.  So I just don’t.  Everything else just makes it worse.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes.  “What do you call lying to them about Thomas, then?  And telling me about the strategies they use to try and get information out of them?  You don’t call those betrayals?”

Patton shook his head.  “Those just made it worse too.  That’s what I’m telling you.”

“So you think if you hadn’t lied about Thomas being hurt, they wouldn’t have started using him to get to me before now?”

“Well… no, they probably would have,” Patton admitted.  “But that doesn’t—”

“You think if you hadn’t told me about how they do interrogation and torture, I still would have been prepared to deal with it?”

“I don’t—”

“You think if Remus hadn’t had someone who knew about what he was going through, he would have been able to get out the way that he did?”

“I… I didn’t help Remus get out,” Patton said in surprise.

“Bullshit.  Remus talked about you as someone who cared when he got hurt when no one else seemed to.  What, do you think that didn’t help him?”

Patton didn’t know quite what to say.  “I…”

“You’re not helpless, Patton.  I get why they wanted you to feel that way.  Someone with a heart your size, actually working against them?  You’d be a serious threat.”

“I… I what?” Patton asked, trying to wrap his head around that.  Him, a threat?  He wasn’t a strategist like Logan, who could take them down from the inside, or a liability like Roman and Remus, who could easily do so from the outside.  He was just… Patton.  He was a doctor and he wanted to help people when he could.

“I… I can’t take down The Light,” Patton said.  “The Light can’t be taken down.  You just have to try to not make it worse.”

“Well, no, one person can’t take down The Light by themselves,” Virgil agreed.  “You’re right about that part.  But what makes you think you’d be alone?  Roman and Remus are part of the rebellion.  My brother and I are.  I’m sure you have people here who would be willing to help you.”

“The rebellion?  The rebellion is like… a small group of people with a dream that’s too big,” Patton said.  “What help would they be?”

Virgil smirked.  “Wow, that’s pretty rude, you know.  And trust me, our size has been greatly under-exaggerated.  Do you want to stop The Light?  Or do you want to let things like what Remus went through keep happening?”

Did he want to stop The Light?  Patton hadn’t ever considered that as a possibility.  He hadn’t ever thought there was anything he could do.  But Virgil was saying he was wrong?  That sounded… amazing.  Having a chance to get to a place where he could just exist with the people he loved?  Did he actually dare to hope that could be possible?

“What—” Patton stopped.  He looked away.  He looked around them and double checked to make sure the door was closed.  He turned back to Virgil and bit his lip.  “What would I have to do?”

“Get us out of here,” Virgil said immediately.  “Please, get us out of here before they hurt Thomas.  We can figure out the rest later.”

Patton bit his lip.  They only had a few hours, he didn’t know how or if he could actually get that done.

…But he knew someone who would.

“Come back with me to the cell first,” Patton said, turning to start quickly picking up his supplies.  “I should be back in an hour at most.”

Virgil slowly sat up and climbed to his feet, wincing the entire way, but this time when Patton offered him an arm he took it.

Thomas was waiting when they got there, and when Patton started opening the cell door he looked up.

“I’ll be back in just a bit, kiddo,” Patton said.  “You two wait here.”  He shut the door and started moving as quickly as he dared for Logan’s office.  He made it rather quickly across the base, but then just as he was about to cross the entrance hall, he ran smack dab into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—” Patton stopped cold.  “…Remus?”

Remus’ eyes widened.  “Pat!”

“You—” Patton looked over slightly to see Roman, and then behind them to see one guard restraining the both of them.

Roman and Remus could take that guy down in their sleep if he was all that was holding them back.  This was a prison break, wasn’t it?

Both Remus and Roman seemed to recognize that Patton knew this at the same time.

“Okay, padre, listen to me—” Roman said hesitantly.

Patton narrowed his eyes.  “Follow me,” he said, and started leading them both back towards Thomas and Virgil.  Thankfully, he heard footsteps following him a second later, and two minutes later, Patton stopped right in front of the cell.

Virgil looked up in surprise.  “You’re back already?  I thought—”

Remus appeared over Patton’s shoulder, and Virgil’s eyes widened.  “Remus?”

“Virgil!” Remus called happily.

“Remus!” Thomas called, and jumped up to run towards the door.  Patton shushed all of them and pulled out a key.

“We have to move quickly,” he said.  “I don’t know how much time we have.”

“Ten minutes,” Roman said.  “Most of the guards are on lunch break.  We should be able to go out through the front doors.”

Patton nodded and ushered Virgil and Thomas both out of the cell.

“Virgil!” called the guard whose name Patton didn’t know.  “What happened to you?”

“Interrogation,” Virgil said with a wince.  “I didn’t spill anything Jackson, don’t worry.”

“Right, because that’s what I’m worried about right now,” Jackson said.

“Someone needs to carry him,” Patton said, and Virgil sputtered in indignation.

“Virgil, we need to move,” Patton said, and he scooped up Thomas himself for good measure.  “Please understand that we will be making things worse if they find us here.”

“Fine, fair enough,” Virgil grumbled.  A second later Roman picked him up bridal style, and they all started moving.  Jackson followed the three of them as the only person not being carried who didn’t know what they were doing.

They ducked into hallways and around corners with all the knowledge of people who had played hide and seek in this building all their lives.  Only once did they run into a guard, and then Remus simply knocked him upside the head and they continued on.

They made it to the entrance hall just as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and Patton spun around.

“We’re fine, we’re here, let’s go,” Remus said.  “We know how to get back to the forest.”

Patton didn’t turn around.

“Patton!” Roman called.  “Come on!”

Patton swallowed.  He turned to face them.  “Logan,” he said.  “Logan is in his office.  I was going to ask for his help to get Thomas and Virgil out.”

“Patton, I understand,” Roman said.  “But—”

“I’m not leaving him alone.  He already feels abandoned,” Patton said, and winced when both Roman and Remus suddenly looked stricken.  “No, that’s not— I’m not angry,” Patton said.  “But I—”

Footsteps sounded behind them.

“We have to go,” Jackson said, gesturing towards the door.

Patton narrowed his gaze in determination.  He moved forward and passed Thomas to Remus.

Thomas looked back at him in concern.  “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked.

Patton smiled at him and nodded slightly.  “Don’t you worry, kiddo.  I know how to survive in this place.”  He looked at Virgil in Roman’s arms.  “You said I could be a threat to them.  I’m not sure how that works if I’m still on the inside, but if you have some way to contact me, I’m willing to spy.  And I’ll try my best to get Logan on board too,” he directed that last part at Roman and Remus.

Remus was the first to nod.  “Okay.”

The footsteps were getting louder behind them, and Patton knew he had to go hide.  He ran forward and pulled both Roman and Remus into a hug, which was a little awkward with both of them holding someone else, but he did his best to ignore that.

He stepped back and started running the other direction.

“Hey, Pat?” Remus called, and Patton looked back.

“Thank you,” Remus said.

Patton smiled a little.  “I love you both,” he said, and turned to vanish into another corridor.  He heard the front doors open, but he’d have to trust that they would get out.  The safest place for him right now would be going back to the medbay.  Shane might call him eventually, so he should be found restocking supplies or helping a student.  Rebecca should be there by now.

Sure enough, Patton found her there, and he jumpstarted them both into action in a way that seemed to catch Rebecca off guard a little bit.

Patton didn’t focus much on that though, and instead started talking about what he’d been teaching Rebecca last time and tried to lose himself in that.  But despite how much he tried, he really only had one thought on his mind:

Man, Shane was not going to be happy, was he?

Book 3

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Harvestfest

(Adalynn’s POV)

(Ignore the fact that some people are missing, in spite of having a detailed pose planned out I forgot to add some people and it was too late to go and add them, at the point I’d spent 4 days trying to get almost 50 people to pose and was at the end of my rope 😂)

Happy Harvestfest! It felt so good to gather with all my family as we focus on being together, being grateful, and sharing in the blessings the Lord has showered on all of us. With so many of us now married and having to split holidays between our family and our in-laws, we all sat down and decided that the holiday that would bring us all together at the big house in Newcrest would be Harvestfest, meaning that we’re left to be with our other family at Winterfest. This year there were 46 people to fill up my parent’s house, which just goes to show how much the Lord has blessed us in the past 12 years, before I got married there would only be the 15 of us around the table digging in to the 2 turkeys that us Zoe and I would wake up at 4am to pick fresh from the farm, sharing in the sides that Macie would prepare for the evening, and laughing and singing together. One thing I’m very grateful for are all the children that are running around again, growing up it would be Charles, Parker, and Ashton that entertained us all with their shenanigans, but once they grew up and grew out of it then we all missed the sounds of having children around the house. Now there are 22 children that run around and call my parents ‘grandma and grandpa’. 

(Updates on the family are under the cut!)

Allan (55) and Casandra (52) Collins

My parents are thriving in this season of life they’re in! This year they’ve completed 34 years of marriage, what a testimony! Dad is still the pastor at Newcrest Baptist, the Lord has blessed the church abundantly allowing for dad to hire on additional pastors, which gives him the chance to speak at various conferences whilst not having to worry about his congregation in Newcrest being left stranded. Mum has been finishing up school with Ashton, the last kid in the Collins Homeschool, can you believe it? She’s managed to successfully homeschool 13 children from Kindergarten all the way to the end of highschool, which is no easy feat considering how different we all are. At Ashtons graduation party we’re planning on honouring her for all that she did to homeschool us and how she did and continues to pour into all of us. Since Ashton is basically self sufficient with schooling, mum has a lot more time to travel around and visit her grandbabies, since Barrett and Kyleigh’s kids are the closest to us she’s always having them over at the big house or going over for a few hours a day to continue to pour into the lives of her grandchildren. She also gets invited to speak at different ladies’ meetings in the wider area, as well as joining our dad on speaking engagements, either accompanying him to speak at different churches or speaking with him at loads of different marriage conferences. It’s such a blessing to see my parents be so richly rewarded for their dedication to the Lord!

The Leonard Family - Mason (34), Adalynn (33), Noah (10), Luke (8), Aaron (7), Paul (6), Joshua (4), Caleb & Jonah (1)

We’re excited to be expecting baby number 8! As time passes and I’m blessed with more children, I’ve realised I have a very consistent pattern of getting pregnant when the youngest child is almost 2 years old. Well, since the twins 2nd birthday is coming up I decided on a whim to take a pregnancy test and it was positive! As usual we’re not finding out the gender until the baby is born, but with the current numbers I’ve got I’m going to guess that this baby is a boy. The boys are excited to have another sibling on the way, but while we wait for the new baby to join us I’ve got the boys focusing on their school work. The oldest four boys are steadily progressing in their work and are loving school, they also love working on gaining their scout badges before the end of the year so they can progress onto the next level. Another exciting thing in our house is the nativity play that our church is putting on this Winterfest, the boys are in the children’s choir meaning that all our music practice has turned into Winterfest practice. Mason’s sister Molly is getting married soon as well, so the family has been gearing up to host people at her wedding in the next few months.

The Collins Family - Barrett (31), Kyleigh (29), Chloe, Allan Jr & Benjamin (8), Rose & Violet (6), Daisy (6), Marigold (5), Olivia (3), Preston (1)

Barrett & Kyleigh are also expecting a baby, this baby joining the family will be baby number 10 with the gender being a surprise! They live in Newcrest so they’ve got the advantage of being by the big house and seeing my parents all the time, as well as all my siblings who still live at home. Kyleigh and I are in the same boat are up to our ears in school books, but when you add in the fact she’s got 2 extra kids than I do, it’s amazing how calm she is about it! You’d never know she’s actively homeschooling 7 children whilst also running after two toddlers, she makes it look so easy! With everything happening in their house they’ve got plans for even more disruption, an old family friend that owns a construction company has offered to add an extension to their house purely to be a blessing to them! They currently live in a 3 bedroom house and the current plan is to add a second floor to the house to give them more room to grow, and with them adding a new baby every year I can tell there is going to be a lot of growing for their family to do.

The Moreno Family - Francisco (33), Zoe (29), and Javier Jr (2)

Francisco and Zoe are also expecting, and when we were all together they shared that they were having a baby girl! They’re not sharing the name they’ve picked out now, so we’re all waiting for baby girl to make her appearance so we can hear the no doubt beautiful name they’ve picked out. Little JJ is growing in leaps and bounds, it’s so hard being far away from family, which makes us cherish these times that we get to be all together even more. In other news, they’ve officially moved out of Oasis Springs and are excited to be starting out this new season of life as they get settled in Windenburg. They’ll be stationed there for the next 2 or maybe even 3 years, meaning that Zoe gets a few years living close to our sister Amira as well as our cousin Brittany. 

The Wright Family - Shane (26), Maggie (25), Arlo & Iris (1)

Shane and Maggie are enjoying their new season of life with the twins growing into toddlers and enjoying the learning curve that comes with having not one, but two toddlers running all over the place. Shane continues to work at the design agency, and now that the twins are slightly older Maggie has started going back to doing more freelance photography jobs, and is hoping to start back at the office full time soon. Their current plans for the winter include a family skiing vacation at Mt Komorebi along with Reece and Stacie and their in-laws for Winterfest. 

The Collins Family - Reece and Stacie (24), Liam (3), Hazel (1)

Reece and Stacie are also enjoying life with their family of 4 after the addition of little Hazel. Liam is starting kindergarten which is keeping Stacie busy with them as they start an official homeschooling programme, with the addition of Hazel’s basic toddler care as she attempts to be like her big brother. As well as starting school, the mother’s at their church have created a play group to help the kids socialise with each other since most of the families homeschool their children, so Liam is making new friends at church too. Their plans for winter include a ski holiday in Mt.Komorebi with Maggie, Shane, and their in-laws as well as with Stacie’s mother and sister.

The Collins Family - Beckett (23) and Mandy (21)

Beckett and Mandy made the journey home from Selvadorada in time for Harvestfest with the entire family. There’s not pregnancy news on the horizon for these two, but their lives are full of blessings in other forms; They’re in the process of fundraising to continue to build a church in Selvadorada, they hope to be able to educate the Salvadoradian population on the ways of the Lord with this new church. Currently Beckett pastors at an old church building, with Mandy helping teach english and Bible at the local school, she also sometimes helps the local midwives with deliveries and aftercare for postpartum mothers. While they’re in Newcrest they’ll be travelling to various churches in the local and wider area to help fundraise, as well as catch up on all their shopping whilst they’re still here, they’ll also head over to Oasis Springs to see Mandy’s family before they leave. Over the winter they’ll be hosting Macie, Celeste, Annette, as well as other youths from Newcrest Baptist as they head over to Selvadorada on a missions trip! 

The Eichelburg Family - Thomas (23) and Amira (22)

Amira is also expecting! The couple announced their pregnancy to the family when they arrived at the big house, she’s currently in her second trimester and currently doesn’t know the gender of the baby. In Windenburg she helps with the children’s church programmes or volunteers at a local charity shop in her spare time whilst Thomas is at work, now with the pregnancy she’s got other things to keep her busy. She’s planning to have her baby shower in her third trimester, so that should happen sometime in the next month or so, it’ll definitely be easier for her with Zoe moving close to her now. Their winter plans include planning the baby shower, escaping on a quick babymoon, and preparing to welcome their new addition before the new year! 

The Roberts Family - Felix (25), Priscilla (20), and Andrew (1)

Priscilla and Felix are enjoying this new season of life with little Andrew, he’s definitely put Priscilla through her paces as she learns how to deal with a toddler that’s her own child and not a child she can give back to their parents at the end of the day. Felix is working at his father’s offices as an Attorney, so is kept busy during the day before coming home to Priscilla and Andrew in the evening. Whilst Priscilla is loving time with Andrew, she can’t deny that she’s definitely praying to get pregnant soon! Their winter plans include helping campaign for the local conservative candidate in the local primary elections, as well as Priscilla helping coordinate their church’s winter show.

Charles (19) and Lorilee Mitchell (18)

These two are engaged! Charles proposed to Lorilee just before Harvestfest, hence the now allowed hand holding. The family is so excited to have another boy get married, with the couple planning a winter wedding in the bride’s hometown of Windenburg. Charles finished up with his pilot’s license soon before he proposed and he’s started working with the missions centre attached to Newcrest Baptist to help with their ministry efforts. He’s saved up enough to buy a small house a few miles away from my parents, so the couple will have a house to move into after their wedding.

Macie (31), Annette (21), Parker (18), Ashton (16)

There are the current singles at home, Macie is still living at home but is making herself useful to those around her in an effort to be a blessing and to pour herself into others to glorify the Lord. When she’s home in Newcrest she helps Ashton with difficult work and cares for the garden, visits her local nieces and nephews, serves at church, and bakes goodies to gift different members of our church family with. When she’s not home she’s travelling to see her many siblings and nieces/nephews scattered around everywhere, she also leads programmes at various christian retreats for young ladies and older single ladies as well. This winter she’s travelling with others to Selvadorada on a missions trip and will stay with Beckett and Mandy, as well as helping to prepare for Charles and Lorilee’s wedding.

Annette is primarily works as a babysitter/mother’s helper for the different women at church, as well as helping babysit her nieces and nephews or even her cousin’s children. When she’s not doing that she’s travelling to women’s retreats with Macie to help run the programmes or work in the kitchen.

Parker has graduated highschool and has started working for a construction company that is owned by a member of Newcrest Baptist, he’s starting out as an apprentice and hopes to learn enough to make this a full time career.

Ashton is the youngest and is currently the last Collins child being homeschooled by Casandra, she’s working through her final year and is on track to graduate early in the spring. The family is planning a graduation party to celebrate the youngest child finishing school, and the official retirement of our mother as our teacher!

The four pregnancies

The four pregnant women got together for a picture, it’s such a blessing to be pregnant at the same time as my sisters and my sister-in-love! Between Zoe, Kyleigh, and I we’ve got a combination of 17 children, and we’re adding 4 more since we’re all having singletons. Once all these children are born my parents will have a total of 26 grandchildren, what a blessing!

(AN) I just want to say thank you to everyone who left their condolences after I shared that we lost a friend, her funeral was last week and some friends were able to fly back to the states and see her laid to rest with full military honours. This is such a great community and I love being a part of it, thanks to everyone for being so great 💛

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[zodiyack]

Alive

Requested by anon: could you do a story please of when kol was trying to chop of jer's arm but his s.o. is with him and shes like him a bit like psychotic and instead of him dying they do chop of his arm I might be still upset about his bullturd death

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mention of death, violence, angst

Words: 1,276

Summary: (See Request)

Note: So instead of him chopping off Jeremy’s arm, ‘cause I think him partaking in finding the cure is a (major?) part of the storyline, I’ve made some slight changes, but rest assured, Jeremy and Kol are still alive!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

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Y/n had been invited in previously, thus gaining easy access to the Gilbert house, but this time, Jeremy and Elena wish they hadn’t been so kind. She was dating the ‘other’ psychopathic original, as the group called him. Kol Mikaelson, the one and only.

Her kindness was also bitterly regretted when both Gilberts made it their mission to destroy and murder Kol Mikaelson once and for all, therefore completing Jeremy’s tattoo and giving them one less problem. Y/n, of course, did not approve in the slightest, which was expected and exactly why she wasn’t in on the group’s newest plan.

Like her lover, Y/n was a little carefree. Both mentally and otherwise, but even with their carelessness, it was the bond that kept Y/n sane. She considered herself a normal, sane, and loving person. Unfortunately, the Gilberts were doing the one thing that could, and would, change that for the worst.

“I promised my brother I would not kill Jeremy. So I think I’ll cut off his arm instead.” Kol announced. The hunter and his doppelganger-vampire sister darted throughout the house, Kol finding amusement in the unintentional game of hide-and-seek.

“Kol.” She awaited his instruction, listening for either of the siblings the best she could.

“Go that way, darling.” He pointed up the stairs, “I’ll take this part.”

Y/n nodded and quietly, but quickly, paced up to the second floor as Kol explored the first. Her heightened senses came in handy in the unexpected challenge. She could smell Elena’s shampoo, the vervain dripping into the sink from the faucet. Clever mayor, she admitted, poisoning the town with the herb that had been dumped in it’s water supply.

A wooden bullet hit her in the back, sending her to the ground with a grunt. Kol had heard from below, hastily making his way up with even more fury for the Gilbert siblings to deal with.

“Don’t you dare touch her. If you do, I may have to revoke my promise, and trust me, you don’t want me to do that, now do you?” He reached Y/n’s crumpled body, pulling the bullets out gently. “There there, my darling. Try not to get hurt any more than you’ve already been. I promise, I’ll end this.”

Kol raced to the door Elena had slammed closed and was trying to keep shut. He pushed and shoved as hard as he could, the vampire on the opposite side pushing a dresser against it in an attempt to keep it shut. However, her strength was no match to Kol’s, not even the dresser could keep him from the room.

She sped out of the room, locking doors behind her as if that would keep the original out. Kol kicked in the first door and punched through the second door. He was then greeted by the vampire he’d been chasing standing beside her brother, who held a gun with stakes in it.

Jeremy shot a stake at Kol, which he caught. “Missed.” Jeremy shot again, and Kol, again, caught it. But, before he had the chance to quip about Jeremy’s bad aim, Elena shot at him with the same gun that had been shot at Y/n.

“Go!” She yelled to Jeremy. Elena continued shooting, Kol backing up with every bullet that hit him, until Kol reached the first doorway and threw a stake that nailed her in her thigh.

Jeremy was fast; he almost made it to the staircase...but Kol was faster. Kol grabbed ahold of the younger Gilbert, shoving him down the stairs harshly. Elena sped to Kol, having now pulled the wooden weapon from herself. She jumped on him from behind, only to be pushed into the wall.

Kol walked to the stairs, ripping a baluster from it and stabbing it into Elena’s stomach, trapping her in place. He returned to the staircase, sighing once he saw Jeremy groaning in pain. “Now. About that arm.” Kol jumped over Jeremy and grabbed ahold of his legs, dragging him down the stairs.

Y/n opened her eyes to the sight of Jeremy tied to the kitchen island and Kol standing over him with a butcher-knife. She’d passed out for a small amount of time but recovered fast enough to prevent Kol from doing anything stupid.

“Now, like I said, I don’t fancy the hunter’s curse so, I’m just gonna chop off your arm.” Kol commented nonchalantly, as if he was doing something everyone did normally. “But don’t worry! I heal you right up with a bit of blood after.”

He held Jeremy’s head down to prevent as much struggle as he could. “Sorry about the sting...” Kol let go of his head and pulled away with a confused expression, squinting as his eyes studied Jeremy, flicking from arm to arm. “Now which- which arm is it? Is it left or right? Darling, do you know which arm that darned hunter’s mark is?” His eyes lifted to meet Y/n’s.

“No, not really. This is the first time I’ve met a hunter, if I’m honest.” She shrugged.

Kol looked back down at Jeremy and shook his head. “I’ll just cut off both to be safe.” Preparing to rid Jeremy of his right arm, Kol returned to his position before he questioned which side it’d be on. He swung downwards, but before the blade could come in contact with Jeremy, Elena took hold of the knife.

Elena pushed backwards, sinking the butcher-knife into Kol’s shoulder, using his own arm against himself. Y/n winced as Kol groaned in pain. She watched as Jeremy had untied himself and got up. She knew she had to act quick, and act quick she had. Noticing Jeremy reach for the vervain filled faucet and Elena’s eyes drift to the white-oak stake in Kol’s jacket, Y/n separated the Elena and Kol with a rough shove.

“No! Stop!” Jeremy dropped the hose-like-faucet and stilled, Elena also frozen in place. “I’m sorry, alright? Yes, it’s wrong of us to go after Jeremy, but trust me, you’ll be dealing with a lot worse if you so much as lay a finger on him.”

“He was about to chop Jeremy’s arms off!”

“And? I can understand why, I mean, Silas? Really? You’re crazy if you think you could raise him without consequence. Better to give up now and make amends. Even so, I cannot stop you. However, I can stop you from taking the man I love and making an enemy out of me.”

“Love, it’s fine, let them try-”

“Shut up, Kol.” Y/n shook her head. “Want to convince people you killed him off? Get your witch to create some sorta image of him dying, whatever, I’ll even help gather vampires for Jeremy to kill, but so help me, I will kill you as soon as the thought of killing Kol enters your mind.”

“I- but-”

Jeremy nodded, shooting Elena a look of sympathy. “She’s right, Elena. Kol’s probably all she has left and it isn’t fair for us to take him from her.”

“But he’s evil!”

“We know what it’s like, Elena! We’re all we have. Imagine if Kol did indeed kill me. That’s like if we kill Y/n or Kol. I mean...” Shane had opened up a humanity for Jeremy per Elena’s request, and right now, she was slightly regretting asking for that. “How about this. You break your deal, we break ours.”

“I believe that’s how a deal works, Jeremy.” Kol grinned. “Anyhow, I um... We accept. Do you two agree to uphold your end of the ...alliance?”

“It’s not an alliance.” Elena spat. She felt Jeremy’s disapproving eyes burn into her skin, causing her to sigh. “But yes, we accept. Enjoy being alive.”

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