Applejack for convention stickers. I like this one, I think the hoof foreshortening adds a good deal to it. Shame no one ever buys applejack things, she’s a good horse. Anyways, for the handful of Applejack fans out there, enjoy.
Don’t Break This Deal AU comic, where Wirt tried to trick Bill, the demon underestimated Wirt, and both of them ended up sharing one body! Part 6, where Bill pokes around in Wirt’s mind and opens something he shouldn’t have, resulting in Wirt passing out and meeting The Beast
When Sam, Dean, or Cas go to make a deal, at some point they should just go to Crowley first. Not to actually make the deal with, but just so he can go over the fine print for them. I hear he’s pretty talented in that area.
summary: dan goes missing and phil is left with the broken pieces.
note: idk what to think of this, i really don’t. it’s probably the least original thing i’ve ever written, but then again, it definitely went places i didn’t expect. i swear i was just trying to mess around with this one, but then… well. 7k words.
a fair warning: i don’t know if it’s good. i don’t know if it’s interesting, or if it works, or if it’s done characteristically. i only know it’s a study in overdone clichés and i hope it makes some sort of sense.
The clock ticks the time away, and Phil stares because he’s not sure if he believes it. The hands say it’s been two hours since the door closed after Dan when he went to the shop, but Phil knows very well that the shop is only ten minutes away, and he thinks that the clock must be lying but he doesn’t check the one on his phone because clocks aren’t people and only people lie, and if the clock isn’t lying Phil doesn’t want to know.
Dan left his mobile plugged to the charger and Phil listens to the ring echo through the flat and doesn’t hang up, even when he can hear the ringtone and knows Dan won’t be picking up, even when it reaches voicemail and Dan’s recorded voice tells him to leave a message and Phil wants to ask where he is but knows he won’t get an answer.
He lets the phone drop to his side and tells himself to stop thinking about it, because he’s not Dan, who thinks problems over so much they turn themselves into a different problem that never existed in the first place – he’s Phil, and Phil doesn’t think problems over at all and pretends that it makes them fade into the shadows of the wallpapers even when he knows it doesn’t.
He doesn’t know if it’s better, but it’s all he has.
He falls asleep on the sofa in the lounge, and it’s two in the morning and Dan’s been gone for five hours, and Phil dreams of shadows and fear.
I love just how visible Nate’s wedding band is throughout the first half of Uncharted 4. You don’t see it much after you meet up with Elena, and that’s for a specific narrative reason, I think. All throughout Scotland and the Rossi estate and even Madagascar, the cutscenes make an effort to focus on Nate’s hands. It’s a very visual connection that forces the player to constantly empathise with the situation - Elena is always on Nate’s mind, and even when she’s not mentioned, the ring is always there, on Nate’s hand. She’s there even when she’s not there, and the simple presence of the wedding band makes that clear.
It adds a good deal of tension to the plot without even mentioning her by name, because by the time she comes back into play in Madagascar, you’ve been wondering after her for hours by that point, and it’s a mixed bag of “oh thank jesus this is finally going to be addressed” and “oh shit all this tension is about to go somewhere”.
If there’s a thing Katsuki Yuuri is really, intimately used to, that must be falling. He’s been doing just that all his life, has learned the pains and the joy of a well executed fall, has been drilled on which way to turn and how to get up. He’s prepared to rise again, every time, higher and higher, tumbling down a step just to climb two.
They say the higher you fly, the harder you fall. Failures are recognizable, merciless, because they’re messy and big, always more easily remembered than success.
By this line of reasoning, you’d think spectacular falls would also make a great noise. And sometimes, they do. But not here, not now: that’s the irony of the unforgiving ice. No matter how hard you fall, the sound of your skin scraping against the cold surface is ridiculously faint. A hollow thud, and that’s it.
No matter if you ruined your whole life or just gained a new painful bruise for your already complete collection, the noise will be the same, measly and inconspicuous. Because the real sound is the one you make, grunting or screaming or crying, and the ice doesn’t ever want to steal the spotlight.
I sit up, my arm holding my weight as I stare into Shawn’s eyes. “Yes, we can. We can make promises, Shawn.” I state, wanting nothing more than for Shawn to agree with me. He sighs heavily and moves from beneath me, standing up from the couch. I look at him, wondering where he’s going. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. “It’s not the big of a deal.” I add trying to pry Shawn into talking. “It is, Y/N!” He exclaims, his voice raised, “it is a big deal because we can’t lose this friendship, I can’t have that. It’s a big deal because I’m gone so often for so long that it would be cruel to both of us. It’s a big deal because I’ve never been in love before and I don’t know how to stop it.” Shawn finishes his rant, almost depleted of all oxygen. I stare at his head of messy hair as he stares at the floor. “Y-you’re in love with me?” I question, feeling ridiculous for asking because maybe he didn’t mean what he said. “Yes, Y/N. Of course I am. How could I not be in love with you?” He says quietly. My heart melts completely at his words, making my head spin.
Request: Will you please do a William Nylander where you guys get into a fight and he leaves for practice or a game and he gets back and you’re not there so he thinks you left but really you just had gone somewhere and your phone died? Thanks so much! Love you and your writing so much 💟
Note: A huge shout out to @annalahey for proofreading for me.
You had never been one who was fond of fights. You and your boyfriend William did not fight very often, however, it seemed as if it was all you had done in the past week or so. Every little thing either of you did would get on the other’s last nerve, today was no exception. Your university had just let out for summer break and you had been relaxing for the past few days, taking in life without the stress and anxiety that finals had caused you. Willy had gotten on your ass earlier and claimed you “never did anything” and that he “could not understand why you had been locked up in your room for such a long time.” Luckily, he had to leave for a mandatory practice for the upcoming playoffs before things escalated too far.
You are suddenly pulled from your thoughts of the previous fight with Willy with a low buzz sound coming from your phone.
Do you think you could come over? I have huge news and really want to tell you in person. The text from your best friend reads.
I’ll be right over, I just want to make sure I’m home when Willy comes home. We both said some pretty hurtful things to each other. You quickly type a reply, but before you can press the send button a “low battery” message pops up on the screen. You dismiss the notification and press send.
Within a few minutes you arrive at your friends apartment and knock on the door. She immediately pulls you in for a hug, a huge smile on her lips.
“What’s gotten you so wound up?” you chuckle as she lets go.
She does nothing but stick her left hand out and sure enough there is a gorgeous diamond on her ring finger.
“Congratulations!” you squeal and wrap your arms around her for another hug, “I’m so happy he finally did it.”
“That makes two of us,” she basically shouts into your ear.
“I think this deserves a celebration,” you state.
She nods, “I think I would have to agree with that statement.”
The two of you decide to head to a bar not too far down the street. After a few minute of thinking -arguing with yourself- you figure it’s best to text Willy and let him know what was going on. To your dismay, when you pressed the power button the screen remained blank. It’s fine, Willy probably went out with the guys anyway, you think to yourself. Eventually, you are able to push the thought from your mind and have fun with your now engaged best friend. You end up staying at the bar for a couple hours before you decide to head back to your apartment.
You slowly begin to unlock the door, careful not to wake up your boyfriend. You figured he would be sleeping due to his playoff game tomorrow. You quietly walk into the living room only to come face to face with William. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, a deep breathe being inhaled every so often. You were completely unaware of why Willy was crying, had something happened while you were away? You move to his side and sit down on the couch softly. You place a gentle hand on his back and he jerks forward.
Your eyes meet and he looks as if he had seen a ghost, “You left.” Could the reason he was crying be because of the fight earlier.
“I’m sorry Willy. I didn’t mean to stay out this late,” you wrap an arm around him.
“I got home and you weren’t here,” he croaks out.
“I was with one of my high school friends,” you look into his deep blue eyes, “I would have texted you, but my phone died.”
“I thought left because of what happened earlier,” William says with tears still flowing down his cheeks, “I thought I lost you.”
“Willy, I would never leave you like that. I love you too much to do such a thing.” You lean into his warm body as he pulls you in for a hug.
“I’m sorry about everything I said earlier, I was frustrated with everything going on. I had no right to take it out on you.” he buries his face in your hair.
“I’m sorry too, I understand how stressed you are and I need to be more patient with you.” you give him a slight squeeze.
“Don’t be sorry baby,” he rubs your back soothingly, “Just promise me one thing?”
“Depends on what it is,” you tease with a small smile.
“You will buy a portable charger,” he says with a slight chuckle.
“I think I could do that,” you nod.
“Oh and one more thing?” he adds, “No more fights.”
Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader
Authors Note: insanely clever storyline that’s not originally mine but I loved it too much to not use !! also sorry if you aren’t religious, but for this plot I had to use the setting as a church :/
Prompt: you’re a marriage counselor, and when your groom leaves you on the altar, your best friend steps in as your convenient groom
“God damn these shoes.”
You mumbled to yourself as your ankle rolled to the side for maybe the fifth time that evening.
You braced yourself against the wall again as you forced your foot into the second of the pair of pointy white heels, making you insanely uncomfortable and miserable.
Your dress got caught around your legs again, and you cursed in spite of yourself.
For a renown marriage counselor, you realized that you really knew nothing about GETTING married itself.
Of course, that wasn’t your job after all. But you mightily regretted not looking into it more now that you were about to take the leap right now.
Like, as of right now.
You could practically hear the clock ticking as your hair came undone from its pin for what must have been the hairdresser’s worst night yet.
You closed your eyes for a moment, willing the anger that was bubbling to the surface back down as you calmed yourself with thoughts of cutting your wedding cake and getting out of these godforsaken shoes.
You called out, praying that your maid of honor would still be present in the back area to help you out.
The clicking of a pair of heels being worked by experienced feet immediately calmed you as you stopped struggling for a moment to let your friend know of your plight.
Her face poked out from behind the door, and her face turned a bit red at the sight of your mess.
She puffed out her cheeks, but couldn’t help the smile that was stretching across her face.
“You can never make my job easy, can you?”
You smiled gratefully at her as she stood as your balance.
“And yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She rolled her eyes at you, and began fixing the curls that stuck to your neck in a light sheen of nervous sweat.
“Jesus christ, Y/N, you’re sweating as much as Lin before he goes on stage.”
She said, exasperated, as she squirted the sickly sweet perfume onto your neck.
“You would be too if your stomach was being pushed in like this.”
You gestured toward the tightly tied corset around your dress, and begged Pippa to loosen it.
“Just a little; your mom’ll kill me if she sees your ‘rolls’ at any point during this god damn wedding.”
You sighed in relief as the bows that were constricting your comfort were loosened, and you felt like a new woman as she laced the ribbons back to their original state.
“You’re a lifesaver, Pippa.”
“I mean, obviously. It’d be even worse if the bride passed out during the wedding from lack of oxygen. Your mom would kill me even more.”
“You know she adores you.”
“I’m pretty sure she adores my boyfriend even more.”
You cringed as you remembered the time when you and Pippa’s boyfriend had experienced the most awkward encounter of your mother’s attempts to get you a “good, settled-down man”.
“Never again can I eat strawberries and whipped cream. Anyways, how soon until I grace the aisle with my hot mess?”
Pippa caught you as you began falling, and steadied you as you walked the hall.
“About 3 minutes. Might as well get there now.”
You nodded as you eventually regained your balance and began to shuffle down towards the entryway of the church.
Lin stood there, rocking back and forth on his toes as he waited for you to arrive.
Because your dad was physically unable to walk you down the aisle, you had asked Lin.
Who else would you have asked?
He was your best friend, had been since you had met. He had always been there for you, and you knew you could always rely on him one way or another.
“I’m relying on you to help me not fall while I’m walking down this god forsaken aisle, and I better not look like a fucking fool either or it’s on your ass.”
You joked through gritted teeth as you steadied yourself on Lin’s arm.
His melodic laugh was an instant wake-up call, and you felt immediately charged, like that time you had drank 3 5-hour energies to finish an exam.
“If you fall, I’ll buy you Chinese. Deal?”
“Add pizza on the side and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He smiled, almost a dazed smile, and you opened your mouth to speak before the loud music started.
It then dawned on you that you didn’t have your bouquet with you, and you frantically searched around you before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Pippa was holding out your bouquet, waving it at you vigorously as she stepped forward to begin walking down the aisle.
You lunged and grabbed it at the last second, and righted yourself as everyone in the crowd gazed upon you.
You felt your face go red as every single person there turned their smile up to 1000 watts and blazed it at you while you began to inch forward.
The crowd rose from their seats as you began your actual walk toward the altar, where your groom was awaiting you.
There was a slight flicker in his smile when he looked at you, as if he felt sorry for you.
It was probably the shoes.
It was definitely the shoes.
You gripped Lin’s arm tighter as you plastered a wide smile on your face as you got closer and closer to your fiancé.
You hadn’t even realized that you’d reached the altar till you felt Lin gently pulling away from you, squeezing your hand as he passed your hand into your future husband’s.
His hand wasn’t as warm as Lin’s, or as comforting, but you quickly forgot all about that as you stared lovingly into the eyes of the only person you’d felt true love toward.
You drowned out the pastor’s voice as you smiled shyly at the man in front of you.
However, he seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you, and his smile had plastic written all over it.
You weren’t a certified marriage counselor for nothing, and you took notice to these signs.
Something was up.
His eyes didn’t have their usual twinkle.
He was avoiding all eye contact, and his hand was just barely touching yours.
You shot a quick glance at him, at last catching his eye and expressing concern on your face.
Finally, it was time for the vows.
The pastor handed Adam the microphone, where he momentarily paused and swallowed.
He started, then shook his head.
“This may be cliché, but…”
He shook his head again.
“I can’t do this.”
He turned to you, a look of pure remorse on his face.
“I’m sorry. You’re a really great woman, Y/N. But this isn’t right for me. Or you.”
You began protesting as he turned on his heel and walked out of the church.
His groomsmen took off after him, and your hands dropped to your side as the microphone rolled away on the floor.
You didn’t know what to do, so you slipped off your shoes and ran out of the church, out of the building, out of the place that would haunt your memories forever.
You found yourself sitting on a bench just outside the church, tears dripping down your face, taking the makeup with it.
You wiped your face, leaving black streaks all over your hands, which made you cry even harder.
Eventually, you felt an arm around your shoulders.
It was Lin, of course it was Lin.
Who else could comfort you right now?
He blew air out through his cheeks, and sighed.
“I don’t really know what to say. I really don’t.”
You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder.
“If I’m such a great girl like he said, then why wasn’t I good enough for him? I’m a marriage counselor and my groom left me on the altar. My whole life is just one big fucking mess.”
You kicked a nearby rock, regretting it soon after when a dull throbbing took its place.
Lin caressed your shoulder.
“Who says you aren’t good enough? He’s not good enough for you. He doesn’t deserve you. Bullshit on his part that he leaves you there. Nothing on you.”
You sniffled, and hugged his torso.
“You’re good enough for me, Y/N. Any day of the week, always and forever.”
Thoughts of Adam stopped immediately, and you sat straight up.
“Lin, you’re right. I’m only good for one person, and that’s you. I’ve just been to stupid to realize it.”
You grabbed his hand, and started running back toward the church, hair flying everywhere.
Upon entering, the crowd was a mess, and they all turned to face you.
You took the engagement ring off your finger and tossed it to the side. You could honestly care less about that gaudy piece of jewelry.
“This is Lin, everyone. Most of you know him. He’s my best friend. One time, awhile ago, he said he’s convenient for anything. You all may think this is too soon for anything, that I’m just delusional right now, but this is Lin, the convenient groom. He’s been with me since the beginning, and I want him to be there till the end.”
You promptly spun around, and kissed Lin on the lips, smiling into the kiss that was made of nothing but love.
“You’ll always be my convenient groom.”
His knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tight. His
mind is going a hundred miles an hour every single thing running threw is mind
is about her, their baby, his baby. Something is wrong, it’s bad enough for
Suho to call him at work so it must be really bad. The car isn’t going fast
enough for any of the three men in the car, but getting pulled over at the
moment isn’t something they want to deal with, their patience is wearing thin.
When they finally pull up to their home, the driver and the oldest of the group
is already out of the car and busting into the front door.
Xiumin finds them in the living room, the younger two aren’t far behind,
stopping right on his heels in the doorway to the living room. All of them are
there, scattered on the floor, or standing by the window, Sehun is on the couch
with their baby on his lap. Her face is buried in his neck, his arms are around
her, rubbing small circles on her back. With a blanket over her, it would
appear that she is sleeping but they can see her shaking and watch as Sehun
tries to calm her.
“What happened?” Luhan asks Suho.
Suho looks to Chanyeol to explain, “We walked into the classroom that
Joon told us to meet in and we see him on the floor with Jooyoung crouching
Tao continues, “When we tried to go towards her, she freaked out and
backed into a corner. She yelled at us to stop. She was afraid of us.”
“What happened to Joon?” Kris asks threw clenched teeth, as he, like the
others, tries his best to control his anger.
“He got a good beating, but he’s down in the dungeon for now, we wanted
to make sure she’s okay before we deal with that.” Suho answers.
“Did you guys stop him before he had the chance to do anything?” Lay, who
hadn’t been there for more then five minutes looks to the younger boys.
The six who had been there share a look. What had happened in the room
had already been discussed, earning Joon a few broken fingers when Kai
accidently slammed his hand in the car door. They know Jooyoung is listening
and is already uncomfortable telling them and having them tell each other over
“She stopped him,” Sehun says a bit proudly.
Kai chuckles, “Broke his nose.”
“That’s our girl,” Kris smiles softly as he sits down on the couch next
to her and Sehun.
“We just came in to finish the job,” Tao adds in.
“I’ll deal with him in a little bit,” Xiumin finally speaks for the first
time since hearing the news.
“I’m surprised you’re so calm about this,” Kai says without a thought,
earning a swat from his hyungs close by.
“I’m not fucking calm,” Xiumin’s tone turns icy as he gives them all a
horrifying smile. “It is taking all of my self control not to go down there and
kill him. I just want to see her, to make sure she is okay. Can I see her? Is
she still afraid?” They are all surprised when his tone shifts so suddenly to
something so warm and worried.
“Can you let them see you baby?” Sehun whispers to her. She had only
stopped crying a few minutes ago so she can imagine how horrible she looks.
Only Sehun and Suho have been able to see her bruised face and bloodshot eyes.
“Only if they don’t get mad or yell,” Her small voice mumbles, just loud
enough for them to hear. Never in their years of living had they been so happy
to hear someone’s voice.
“We will be good daddies,” Sehun reassures her with a kiss on the top of
the head. With a deep breath she sits up straight on Sehun’s lap and hesitantly
turns around to look at everyone. Kris and Sehun are the first to see her, like
she had worried her eyes are puffy and red. The bruise on her cheek reaches up
under her eye, a deep purple covers most of her cheek, it looked painful even
to the boys.
At first Kris is happy that their baby will let them see her but the
minute he sees his poor baby’s swelled face he wishes he were down in the
dungeon tearing that bastards fingers off one by one, and from the way Sehun is
clenching his jaw, he knows the younger boy feels the same. The other ten
waiting all gasp at the sight, Xiumin is in front of her faster then she could
have thought possible with Chen, Lay, and Kyungsoo hovering behind him, smart
enough not to get in the older man’s way. Xiumin places both hands gently on
her cheeks, his thumbs brush over them, trying to make the pain and tearstains
He leans down as places a dozen kisses on her bad cheek, “I’m so sorry
baby, I should have protected you.”
“It’s not your fault,” She tries to give him a smile but it falters when
a shot of pain spreads threw her face.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Lay asks, scanning her and finding a few
busies on her legs.
“I’m fine, I’m just really tired,” She yawns cutely.
“You should go take a nap,” Suho suggest.
“Can daddy Sehun stay with me?”
Sehun smiles at her, “Of course baby, I’ll stay with you as long as you
All the boys felt a pang of envy for the younger, she picked him, she
clung to him even after the others had tried to take her away she stuck to him.
Sehun takes her out of the room, taking all the light with him, leaving the
eleven men in the darkness that they know. Without a word they all file threw
the house to the secret staircase behind a bookshelf in the hall to the
dungeon. The dimly lit halls lead them to another hall, but this one has cells
with begging or crying men inside. They reach their pale arms threw the bars,
their annoying cries echo off the wall, begging for their freedom or their
families safety, the boys are too focused to really care. At the end of them
hall they reach the door separating them from the man who hurt their baby.
Xiumin is the first in, the massive concrete room has only a single light
bulb hanging from the ceiling right above the slouching boy. Tied tightly in a
chair the boy is trembling as he tires to pull his hands free of the bindings.
He knows too well what is going to happen to him. Joon is the son of a close
family friend, whose father works under the boys. He had heard his father
telling horror stories about that happens in the Kim’s legendary dungeon. But
the poor bastard doesn’t under stand what had earned him a chair in this hell
The girl. That little fucking bitch is what got him here. He wants to ask
which one of them she had gotten her claws into but from the way all of them
are glaring at him, he figures it must be all. It would be a lie if he didn’t
say he is amazed that the slut is able to get all twelve to kill a close friend
just for fucking with her. He finds himself chucking, “Wow Hyung, that bitch
has got you whipped.”
Bad decision, Xiumin punches him, more blood pours from his nose and his
mouth. His already broken nose only gets more fucked up.
“Don’t you ever fucking dare say something like that about our Joo,” Suho
“Is her pussy that fucking amazing that you guys would want to piss of my
father just because I fucked the bitch up?” Joon chuckles hoping his friends
will laugh along with him and let him go, but no such luck. In fact Kris heads
toward a table filled with tools and other torture devices.
Kris chuckles humorlessly, “Your father won’t do shit even when we send
your head to his door. Because with your head will be a note telling him about
what you did. You broke a rule Joon.”
“What did I do?” Joon yells, “I barely touched that bitch!”
“That bitch? That bitch is our baby!” Chen growls, surprising Joon, Chen
is never the type to raise his voice or even say anything rude.
When his closest friend Chanyeol comes forward he almost lets out a sigh
of relief, that is until he sees the pliers in his hand. His face drains,
“Yeol, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends?”
Chanyeol laughs, he places a large hand on the boys shoulder, “Friends? I
told you a hundred times not to touch, to not even fucking look at her! But you fucking touched her. You hit her, you made our
baby cry. You made her afraid of us, because of you she saw our dark sides,
something our innocent little baby should never see. You told her bad things
about us. You took her beautiful smile off her face. Because of that, we each
get a minute to do whatever we want to you,” Chanyeol smiles. “As you know, I
think your smile is important, so someone as disgusting as you doesn’t deserve
such a nice smile. I’m going to make this right.”
My baby looks so broken, she won’t even look me in the eye as I stare
down at her, her gorgeous eyes are focused on our feet. The bath is filling
behind me, it’s only half full now, after five minutes of her asking to bathe
herself. I understand that she wants to be alone, that she might not want
anyone touching her after something like that but I don’t want to leave her
alone with her thoughts. She could talk herself into the wrong thing, she could
think of all the reasons she should run away from us, I’ll be having none of
that. I still feel the deep satisfaction of her picking me over all of the
others to comfort her still buzzes threw me. I find myself smirking at the
memory of their glares. She’s all mine for the moment.
“Baby,” I order softly as I grip the hem of her sweater. Reluctantly she
raises her hands above her head to allow me to remove it, next is her button up
that comes off without much of a fight. She surprises me by pushing my hands
away from her tank top, she holds the hem down tightly, more tears begin
welling in those beautiful hazel, cat like eyes of hers’.
“Please daddy, you’re going to get mad if you see it,” She mumbles out.
“I don’t want you to get mad.”
“Why would I get mad baby?” I try my best to keep my voice soft but we
both know there is poison behind it. My mind is racing a million miles an hour
at the thought of what she could be afraid of me seeing. What else could that
bastard could have done to you?
“I told you earlier, he kicked me, hard. I think there is going to be a
bruise but I don’t want you to get mad.”
“I can’t promise that baby, I’m honestly fuming at the thought that he
actually kicked you. But I promise I’ll behave,” I give her a soft smile which
is enough encouragement for her to show me. But my smile drops the moment I see
the purple blotch on her side, it feels as if my heart has been ripped right
out of my chest.
My baby, my little ball of sunshine and rainbows and all that is good in
the world, was beaten. That asshole marked our little kitten, a nickname I’ve
grown fond of when I think about her. I drop to my knees in front of her and
pull her close, peppering kisses all over her stomach, surprisingly earning me
a precious giggle from her. Never in my like have I seen such a beautiful sight
of that little grin on her face, even with the bruise she is the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I’ve only been able to look at her for a
week, that I’ve gone my whole life without it is amazing.
“Daddy, stop it,” She giggles as I continue.
“I just want to kiss the pain away,” My hold on her tightens, “tell me
where it hurts, daddy will kiss it better.”
“It hurts everywhere,” She answers honestly.
“Daddy will make all of it better.”
I remove her skirt and panties, until her cute frame is in front of me
shivering like a leaf in absolutely nothing. Never in my life have I been so
amazed by the female form. Her petite frame lacks nothing when it comes to
curves, with a perfect chest that he knows for a fact feel as good as they look
and hips that would make any woman jealous. I help her into the water and sit
on the edge, my hand swirls around in the water.
“Are they going to kill him?” She asks out of nowhere. I pause for a
moment, hesitant on whether the truth is best or not. But when I look at her
and see her staring strait back at me, I figure honesty is the best policy.
She nods, “Are you upset that you aren’t down there?”
Another question I wasn’t expecting, “No, I’m happy where I am, here with
“Really?” There is a cuteness to her that usually isn’t there.
I nod, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now.” She
smiles down at the water. “Are happy here, right now? Or even in this house,
are you happy baby?”
She’s hesitant, “I’m not sure. I don’t want to be anywhere else right
“When I was with that guy, even thinking about all the bad things I know
you could have done I still wanted you guys to be the ones to save me.” She
pauses, “Have you ever killed a person?”
Without any hesitation I answer, “Yes.”
“Do you regret it?”
I shake my head, “I don’t regret a single one.”
“Does that change your idea of me?”
Her head shakes no.
“Do you still love me?” The words surprise me but her automatic nod
surprises me even more. “You love me?”
“I love all of my daddies, even if I don’t like what you do, or what you
It’s as if my heart stops, I don’t want to ever leave this moment, I want
to hear her say that over and over again until time runs out. She loves us. She