i just had to gif this part

NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

In Love Again

Request: Can I request a newt x reader where he holds your baby daughter for the first time, and he falls in love with you and her all over again please? Lots of smiles and fluffiness please?

OH BOY IS THERE A LOT OF FLUFF
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You hated that Newt had to see you like this, weak. A thick layer of sweat plastered your hair to your clammy skin as you cried out in absolute anguish, tears rolling down your cheeks, every part of your body screaming with hot fire. You just wanted it to be over, you just wanted it to end. Newt had been more supportive than you could ever thank him for, but until now, a part of him struggled to comprehend that this was his child you were giving birth to, and not just another of his creatures. Watching you now, the lovely smile he once wore was replaced by crippling sadness, crystal tears pouring from his vibrant blue eyes and down his freckle kissed skin. You knew why; Newt was incurably empathetic, which meant that seeing you in any pain would simply overwhelm and distress him to this point. The doctors encouraged you with each push, but their words were easily drowned out by your sobs of despair.

“(Y/N).”

His voice was the most quiet in the room, but the only one you heard.

“N-Newt,” you gasped through your tears, your head rising as he spoke.

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, alright? Listen to the sound of my voice, I’m right here,” he encouraged softly, entwining his slender fingers through yours.

You gave another push, shaking your head back and forth, “I-I can’t do this.”

Newt squeezed your hand, “Yes darling, you can. Look at me.”

You rolled your head pathetically to the side, catching Newt through your bleary vision. His elbows rested against the table, his ember colored fringe drooped over his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.

“You only have a few pushes left,” he promised, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “So when the next one comes, squeeze my hand and know that I’m here, know that I love you, and you can do this. Can you do that for me?”

It was a rare occasion, hearing Newt utter multiple sentences without a single stutter. You gave him a nod, and as you gave your last few pushes, you focused on the sound of his soothing words, your nails digging into his flesh but not causing him to flinch at all. It hurt like hell, but there was not a chance in the world that you could’ve done it without him. Once it was over, you collapsed back into your pillows form exhaustion, your breathing heavy and unstable. The doctors quickly took your baby to get cleaned up, and Newt edged closer to you, using his knuckles to push your stray hairs affectionately behind your ears. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I wanted you to think I was brave, but I’m not.”

Newt bent over you, his lips coming to rest briefly like a whisper on your forehead. He pulled back, caressing your cheek lightly, “I’ve never seen you braver,” he whispered, his cool breath fanning over your skin.

You laughed softly, bringing your hand to cup his, “Thank you.”

Newt opened his mouth, but was cut off by a doctor.

“Here she is,” the doctor smiled warmly, passing your baby girl into your arms.

She was wrapped snugly in a plush pink blanket, her chubby cheeks rosy as she stirred, and you were surprised to see that, unlike most newborns, she wasn’t crying at all now, but instead looking genuinely content to be in this new world. Her warmth spread into your arms, and you stared at her in awe, starting to cry again after just having stopped. She had her father’s eyes, big blue green orbs filled with wonder and charm.

“We made that!” you squealed softly, brushing off a tear and looking at Newt.

Newt pulled his eyes up to yours, a short airy laugh emitting from his chest, “we made that,” he repeated in disbelief. “She’s an absolute b-beauty,” Newt breathed lovingly, “must’ve gotten that from you.”

“Really? I’d say that’s all you,” you glowered.

You raised your fingertips to touch your daughter’s squishy little fingers. “This is a bit different than raising your creatures,” you giggled breathlessly.

“Well, considering you are the only one I have ever trusted to care for them, and considering how much kindness and love you gave to them, I’ll bet you’re going to make the best mother anyone could ever ask for,” Newt grinned.

Even after years with Newt, things like this still caused you to find yourself furiously blushing beet red.

You pecked your daughter on the head and smiled down at her joyus little face, and as carefully as you could, you passed the little bundle into Newt’s arms.

He grasped her tightly against his chest, staring down at her for a good while, his mouth hung open as he searched for the words to say. After a long silence, he raised his head, closing his eyes as he struggled to gain composure, a fresh wave of tears now rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s like-” his voice cracked and he shook his head again, his lips twitching upwards as he cried softly and left his sentence unfinished.

“It’s like what?” you smiled, using the pads of your thumbs to brush the tears from Newt’s soft skin.

Newt brought all his attention to you, his shimmering eyes softening as he gazed dumbfounded at you. “I-It’s like,” he breathed quietly, “It’s like I’m falling in love all over again.”

Your heart practically melted right then and there. “She is pretty easy to fall in love with,” you smiled warmly, looking back down at your child. But Newt continued on staring at you, his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face back up to his.

“Not just her,” he sighed, tilting his head. “I’m afraid, my love,” he said, searching your face, “that I am falling for you all over again.”

You shook your head in amazement, “what did I ever do to deserve you, Newt Scamander?”

“Exist,” he said simply, without a moment’s hesitation.

You were going to say something, but a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, and you found yourself unable to suppress your yawns.

“Merlin’s beard,” Newt said, “that was supposed to be romantic, not put you to sleep.”

“Mmm,” you said faintly, “sorry sweetie, I’m just so exhausted.

“Yes of course,” Newt straightened up, “you need lots of rest. But…not to worry, I’m not going anywhere darling, I’ll be right here when you wake up!”

“Don’t worry,” you mumbled, “you have to go and take care of your beasts.”

“They’ll be alright without me for a while. After all, I have a new beast to take care of now,” he giggled to himself, tapping your daughter lightly on the nose.

“Newt! Don’t call her that!” you snorted with laughter.

“A-and once you awake, I will be sure to give you a proper good kiss,” he smiled bashfully.

Your eyelids drooped, but you smiled, “how about you kiss me right now?”

Newt blinked a few times, the corners of his mouth twitching up into that smirk of his you loved, his cheeks flushing, and adorable dimples appearing. You bent cautiously forward, your fingers coming to lightly brush Newt’s velvety golden red hair from his eyes. You sighed contently, tapping your fingers lightly against Newt’s temples as you gazed deep into the pools of his familiar blue eyes.

“I want you to know that, with you…well, I fall in love with you all over again every time I see you. I am so in love with you, Newt Scamander,” you murmured.

Newt’s skin turned hot under your palms.

“A-and I you,” he stuttered softly.

You strung your arms loosely around his neck, Newt’s hands coming to gently cup your cheek. You tilted your head, eyes fluttering closed, your lips finding Newt’s familiar ones with no trouble. It was easy, with Newt. Your lips molded easily together like two puzzle pieces, and every time you kissed, you found your heart springing to a thrum at the sensation of his soft and plump lips against yours. You pushed a little further, your nose pressing into Newt’s skin, your hands coming up to trail through his locks. Newt hummed lightly in content, the vibrations sent through your locked lips. His thumb caressed your cheek gently, every move of his cautious and careful with you, his intensity always soon to mimic yours with ease. Newt smiled radiantly against your mouth, and you could practically taste the happiness on his lips. You briefly bent your head in deeper, Newt quickly dipping his lips forcefully against yours before pulling back, his grin still plastered to his face.

“I needed that,” you sighed, collapsing back against your pillows.

“Rest well, beautiful,” Newt soothed in reply.

He shifted slightly to raise the blanket around your body, tucking you snugly in, the sleep already coaxing you into darkness. As he lifted his hands away, you used your last bit of energy to grab Newt’s wrist midair and hold his hand. You held it like that against the sheets, and a moment later, you were gone.

Newt leaned back, the smile on his face never faltering for even a second. And so he sat like that, admiring his two favorite girls in the world and wondering how he ever got so lucky.

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“i don’t know how to say goodbye”

the lift kiss for @snowscharming ❤​ part ii of your valentine’s gift!

[part i]

This is something that I wanted to mention to everyone. This exact moment out of this entire interview. (If no one knows of this interview, they were talking about hairstyles and Key pointed out her hairstyle and she was like “I like pink.” But he wasn’t talking about color. He’s had crazy colors. We all know he was bashing her hairstyle.) He was definitely speaking in English when it was directed at her and it was very short and to the point. He is literally laughing at the fact that she misunderstood what he was actually implying. Everyone at this part was literally just wanting to get the fuck out of there. Jonghyun wanted to roll his eyes so far to the back of his head that it looked like something from a horror film. Taemin didn’t really ‘understand’ what was happening. And I mean in the sense of why they were there. Minho was keeping professionalism and kudo’s to him, but EYK also forgot that Onew is also completely fluent in English. Everything that she was saying made him even more irritable than he already was. And the fact that she wasn’t speaking in Korean entirely, but spoke the language of ‘koreaboo’ clearly made him even more irritated. Also the fact that she didn’t even give them a choice whether or not to speak English for their fans was rude of her; even more so when she shoved the mic (basically) in his face after clearly hearing him say ‘no’ just goes to show how much they don’t give two shits if kpop idol’s speak English or not. It’s either do or do with them and that it’s only a matter of discussion when they feel it needs to be judged and critiqued by two people that are no longer English teachers. 

h-has this been done already…?

well, whatever~ I’ll take any excuse to draw a terrifyingly Good Chef~ ♥

(Large Ver. + Revolution Panel)
(HOW DID THIS GET OVER 200 NOTES WITHOUT ANYONE TELLING ME THE MENACINGS WERE BACKWARDS, OMG NO, FIXED.)

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 26

Summary: You are happy to be back home.

Note: For those asking about the masterlist and why the newer parts are missing, I tried to update it today. But for some reason my says the website can’t be accessed, so I’m not sure what’s going in there. If you can’t find any of the parts just message me and I’ll be happy to send you a link to them. Its currently 4:30am, but I finally have this chapter done!

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“With time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison

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When you woke back up it was morning, you could tell by the sun coming in on you like it usually did.

It was comforting to wake up and be back at the sanctuary, for a moment yesterday you had thought that maybe it was just a dream and you were still stuck with Randy.
But you weren’t, you were safe back where you belonged, and that was with Negan.

You turned over to him slowly, being mindful of your leg, it was still in a lot of pain.
He had a hand on your leg and you smiled to yourself.
He always seemed to sleep with a hand on you, you guessed it was to make sure you didn’t go anywhere and more so now, after the shit that has happened.
You looked at him sleeping, he always looked so sweet amd harmless when he was sleeping.
You didn’t care if he woke up, you drug yourself over to him, wincing as your stitches scraped the bed, but once you made it over closer to him, you wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head on his bare chest.
Feeling the warmth of his skin on yours was the best feeling.

“Darlin’ you still fuckin’ terrible at being sneaky.” He said in a raspy tone, his eyes still closed.

You closed your eyes and yawned, “I don’t care. After everything, just give me 5 minutes of laying on you.”

He smirked amd opened his eyes to look down at you, “I’ll give you 2 fuckin’ minutes, doll. I’ve got to get up soon.”

“What’s going on today?” You asked.

“The fuckin’ usual, darlin’.”

“What about me?” You opened your eyes back up.

“Depends on whether or not you can fuckin’ put weight on that leg, babydoll.” He said, pointing to it.

“What happened to not leaving me alone?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t drag your ass around with me. Just don’t fuckin’ pester me, please.” He said, biting his lip.

You rolled your eyes, “I wont. Jesus.”

“Do you wanna try to walk? The doc will probably wanna fuckin’ check up on you today anyway.”

“Sure.” You said lifting yourself off of his chest to sit up, you pulled the cover off of yourself.
You noticed that you were only in your undergarments.

You smirked and looked over to Negan, “Well, I see you didn’t bother to put clothes on me.”

He licked his lips and looked back to you, “Yeah well, you were in the fuckin’ bed the whole time, so that would have been pointless, darlin’. Besides, this way I can stare at your tits whenever I want.”

“Mmm, there’s that Negan charm.” You smiled.

“And there’s that fuckin’ attitude.” He said, running a hand over the stubble on his face as he got off the bed, he went over to one of the dressers to grab some clothes for himself.

You smirked, you had missed the playful back of forths that you two often shared.

After he was done dressing himself he brought over some clothes to you, “I got these from your room.” He said setting them on the bed.

You carefully pulled the I.V. out of your arm and almost made yourself dizzy as you watched the needle pulling out of your skin, a stab you could take, but something about a needle made you want to puke.

You dressed yourself, getting the shirt on easily, but once you threw your legs over the edge of the bed it became apparent that walking would be a problem, moving your injured leg felt like everything was ripping inside of it.
You winced as you grabbed the pants, putting one leg in easy, but when you tried to bring the other leg up, you couldn’t.

“Holy shit.” You sucked in a breathe.

“Slow the fuck down, darlin’.” Negan said, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.

“I’ve got it.” You answered back fast.

“No, you obviously fuckin’ don’t.” He said, pulling you up to a standing position

Standing on the leg felt like hell, but you thought if you could ignore the pain you’d be okay.

Negan knelt down in front of you as you held on to his shoulders for stability.
He held onto the pants as you slowly lifted the injured leg into them. He pulled them up slowly on you.
You watched as he stared at the curvature of your body as he did so.
You rolled your eyes slightly, he always had a lustful eye, no matter what.
He got them up onto your hips and buttoned them, after he was done, he looked up to you.
You had to admit, him taking care of you was sort of a turn on.

“I’m usually taking the fuckin’ pants off of you, not putting them on.” He said, running his hands up your legs to grab your ass.

“Quite a difference.” You laughed softly.

He nodded and stood back up, “Can you walk?”

You shot him a nervous look and he grabbed onto your shoulder again to keep you steady.
You took a step forward and while you didn’t fall, it hurt to put weight on your leg, making you limp.
You tried taking a few more steps, but could already feel the sweat breaking through at the strain.

“Fuck!” You growled out, lowering your head.

Negan kept his hand gripped around your shoulder, “Calm down, darlin’.”

“How am I supposed to get around Negan?” You whined back.

He sighed and pushed you back down on the bed gently and rolled his eyes while he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack to put it on.

“Guess you need a fuckin’ wheelchair.” He said crossing his arms.

You shook your head quickly, “Fuck no. I’ll throw myself down the stairs first.”

He let out a sigh, “Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that would be the answer, but we gotta fuckin’ go. Ive got shit to do and you need to see Michael’s.”

You looked at him confused and raised your hands.
He pulled you back up off the bed and knelt down again, grabbing you by the legs before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Oh Jesus.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“Darlin’, if you don’t stop the fuckin’ whining I’ll have to drag you out by your feet.” He chucked as he walked over to the desk and picked up Lucille, handing her over his shoulder to you, “Here. Hold Lucille, because you’re in her fuckin’ spot.”

You grabbed the wooden bat and gripped it tightly as Negan excited the room with you on his shoulder, you looked at the bullet hole that was nestled between the barbed wire, remembering how close it came to hitting Negan, still thinking about it made you clenched your teeth.

“Try not to fuckin’ crack me over the head with her.” He chuckled playfully, but he was also serious.

You turned your head to him, “I won’t have to as long as you don’t throw me down the damn stairs.”

He chuckled again and gave you a firm slap on your ass, gripping it, “Don’t fuckin’ test me, darlin’.”

He carried you down to the infirmary and on the way, you were both met with a lot of nervous stares as everyone saw Negan carrying you over his shoulder, they kneeled as Negan passed by and looked at you holding Lucille in your hands.

“I don’t know why you fucks are staring at my wife so goddamn hard.” Negan said, looking to everyone on their knees, “Get the fuck up and get back to work.”

Everyone did as Negan said and got back to their feet and went about their own business.
Once you got into the infirmary, Negan pulled you off his shoulder and sat you down in a chair near Arat’s bed.

Arat was awake and sitting up in her bed with a hefty amount of bandages around her chest.
Her mouth dropped as she saw you.

“Thank God, you’re alive.” She said in a relieved tone, looking at you.

“Jesus, you too.” You said back, locking eyes with her.

Negan rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at you, you turned to him and already knew what he wanted and handed Lucille back to him.
He propped her on the spot on his shoulder where you had been.

He licked his lips and looked to both of you, “Not to interrupt your little fuckin’ reunion, but I’m gonna go check shit out and pay a goddamn visit to our guest.”

“Make sure to send him my fucking love then.” You said back with a grimace.

Negan nodded, “Save that shit for when the time comes, darlin’.” He said as he walked out of the room.

You looked back to Arat and you both sat in silence for a moment, neither of you not really knowing what to say.

“So, why is he carrying you around?” She finally asked, laying back on the bed.

“I got stabbed in the leg, it’s hard for me to walk right now.” You said back, shrugging.

She nodded back, and pointed to her bandaged chest, “Could be worse.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you’re okay. I thought you were dead” You said back sympathetically.

“I’m glad you are too. I was worried you wouldnt be alive either.. You know he’s never gonna let us go out alone again.”

“Yeah, I know. But atleast Randy is caught.” You said back in a relived tone.

“Good thing too. Everyone thought Negan was gonna go on a killing spree. I’ve never seen him that angry.” She said with a nervous look.

“So I’ve heard. I was honestly surprised to hear he had that sort of reaction.”

She smiled, “You’re definitely his favorite, (Y/N).”

“You think so?” You asked, laying your head back on the chair.

“I do. How are you holding up?” She asked.

“I’m okay. It feels good to be back, that I can say with no doubt.”

“And in the emotional department? That talk we had.” She asked curiously.

You smirked and blinked, “I haven’t thought about it a whole lot. I mean, he saved my life, so he has some level of caring for me and maybe that’s enough. I’m not pushing the subject to anymore, or not right now atleast. Like I said, I’m just glad to be back.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“When are you getting out of here?” You asked, looking at her bandages again.

She sighed, “Couple more days atleast probably. I fucking hate it, I need a gun in my hand.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Dr. Michael’s finally came back into the room after a while and glanced over to see you sitting in the chair.

“(Y/N). Did Negan bring you down?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” You answered back, looking to him.

He walked over to you and pulled up a chair, “I was about to come up to check on you.”

“Well, I needed to get out of the room. Bed rest isn’t something I’m very excited about.”

He nodded, “I can understand. How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine. I’m just pissed that I can’t walk.” You said back, sucking your teeth.

He took out a small flashlight to shine into both of your eyes, checking your responses, “The pain should subside after another day or two. It was a deep wound, but it hit nothing vital. You were lucky - both of you were lucky.” He said glancing over to Arat as well.

“Is it possible to brush the pain off and just walk?” You asked him.

Dr. Michael’s looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Well… Yes, It’s possible, but you don’t want to stress the wound.”

“Would small steps help then?” You said, knowing you sounded like a smart ass.

He cleared his throat, “You can do some walking, if you can bear the pain. But I wouldn’t recommend being up all day.”

“She’s a fuckin’ stubborn one doc.” Negan’s voice came from behind you.

“Sir.” Dr. Michael’s said in a respectful tone.

You turned to see Negan was standing in the doorway, Lucille in hand.
He gave a nod to the doctor and walked into the room and leaned against the sink as he watched over you.
You looked over to him and he gave you a smile, biting his lip.
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

The doctor got up from the chair and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small bottle and walked back over to you, handing you two pills.

You looked at them curiously.

“These are aspirin. We don’t have any prescriptions here. They are rare to come by, these will help with your pain, but not all of it.”

You nodded and put them in your mouth, dry swallowing them.

“Great, we’ll have thebboys look fornhigh grade fuckin” painkillers. Are we fuckin’ done here?“ Negan asked, swinging Lucille around.

The doctor turned to him and nodded, "Yes, sir. Everything looks just fine.”

Negan smiled and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, “Thanks doc. Nice goddamn work.”

“Thank you, sir.” The doctor winced at the rather hard slap Negan had given him.

Negan walked over to the door, keeping his eyes on you.
You got up from the chair slowly, trying to ignore the pain as you stood.
You were determined to walk and you pushed the pain out of your mind.

Negan grabbed onto your shoulder and helped you out of the doorway, “C'mon babydoll, you gotta pick up the fuckin’ pace if you’re gonna walk.”

“I’m trying.” You said taking in a breathe as you put all your weight on your leg.
It hurt, but you’d get used to it eventually.

“Well- look- at- you- you’re just a damn badass 24/7.” Negan chuckled as he stood there looking at you.

“I don’t have time to be weak.” You said bluntly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Goddamn, that’s the kind of shit that gets my dick hard.” He smirked as he leaned back, licking his lips.

“It just the truth.” You said with a smile.

“And that’s why you’re my fuckin’ girl babydoll.” He said throwing a free arm around your shoulder.

You bit your lip, you never got tired of hearing him say that.

“Where are we going now?” You asked.

He looked at you, then to the door leading out of the building, “Well, since you’re really gonna do this fuckin’ walking thing, why don’t we visit our fuckin’ friend?”

“I thought you just went in there to see him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I did. But I’m getting fuckin’ tired of him taking up my airspace.” He said, furrowing his brows.

You smiled and nodded, “Then let’s do this. But I’ll admit, I’m jealous that you’re gonna be the only one getting a shot at him.”

He bit his lip, “Darlin’, I never said I was gonna kill him right away.” He said with a dark smile.

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He Doesn’t Deserve to Own You – Part 2 (Part 1)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: I don’t know why but I just really needed a part 2 to this one, enjoy! P.S. Sorry to any Spencer fans, I don’t know why but I really wanted Daryl to punch Spencer out.

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It has been over a week since the incident with Spencer and subsequently since you and Daryl had been nearly inseparable, in every sense of the word. Ever since that night Daryl had stood up for you and had shown how he really felt about you, you thought about nothing and no one but Daryl. It was almost like the part of your life spent pining for Spencer was nothing more than a bad dream. No one could satisfy you like Daryl, something he proved every time he touched you, hell even every time he looked at you.

You watched from afar as Daryl helped load guns into the infirmary, his strong, sweaty muscles flexing with ever heavy object he moved, seemingly effortlessly. You watched Daryl from the street across the way, as you sat on a grassy spot within the courtyard, that looked just across from it. You licked your lips, feeling aroused just watching him do menial tasks.

Fuck. You have to stop this Y/N.People are bound to notice you can’t concentrate on anything but him. You complain to yourself in your head, but never break eye contact with the scene in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you see a familiar figure and tense a little as Spencer appears in front of you, seemingly going about his own business, walking across your view to the front gate. You do not break your eye contact with Daryl, on purpose, as to not even look or make contact with Spencer. You two had not spoken since the incident and you’d like to keep it that way.

You keep your gaze fixed as Spencer slows his steps and looks at you, expecting a reaction out of you. Don’t give him a damn minute. You think to yourself, keeping your gaze and mind focused on Daryl, who is about 50 yards ahead of you, unaware you are there and unaware of Spencer’s presence. If he had been aware, Daryl would have already been over here in his face, but your man was a hard worker and was focused on the task at hand.

After a moment or two you realized Spencer was not going to go anywhere until you gave him his reactions. You quickly snapped your head over to where he was standing, breaking your gaze with Daryl.

You looked at him annoyed. “What?” You said flatly and tried to stare through him with hatred.

You look at him and see his face is down trodden and irritated. He looks at you and then looks over at Daryl.

“That’s how it is huh?” Spencer scoffed angrily.

“Had I known you’d give it up for just anyone…. Maybe I was wrong about you.” He said angry, but with a glint of lust in his eyes.

You flatly roll your eyes and return your gaze.

“Go away, Spencer.” You say with little to no emotion in your voice.

“He must be one good fuck.” Spencer replies and walks over to me positioning his tall body, hovering over me, sitting in the grass. I look directly around him disgusted and trying to hold my composure, feeling sick to my stomach.

“I’m not interested Spencer, get the fuck away from me.” You say, more commanding this time.

He kneels down and puts his face nearly inches away from mine, I force myself to look into his eyes with flat determination.

“That’s not what you were saying last week baby…” He said thickly as he looked me up and down and licked his lips.

“I heard the way you fuck, I was wrong about you… Maybe I do want a taste.” He said, licking his lips again and staring at your breasts.

You fold your arms defensively and coldly look in his eyes.

“I’m fucking taken Spencer, get out of here before I have Daryl come over here.” You stare him down.

The mention of Daryl’s name triggers slight fear in him as he stands up and takes a step back, looking over to the infirmary again, double checking that Daryl had not spotted him. He smirks, watching Daryl go about his business.

“Daryl ain’t gonna be around all the time for you to hide behind Y/N… When he’s not, I bet I can make you feel that ache you once had for me again.” Spencer said winking sleazily and slightly grabbing his crouch.  You roll your eyes in disgust and try not to feel threatened, pulling your already crossed legs up, hugging them closer with your arms and pulling them closer to your chest, as to try and feel more protected.

“Fuck off, Spencer.” You spit back, staring straight ahead with determination.

“I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” He says cockily and stiffly walks away, to do who knows what or who. You don’t even look at him as he leaves, now staring solidly and determinedly at the tar road in front of you, trying not to give in to all the anger you are feeling.

Who the fuck does that douche think he is? You think angrily to yourself. Angry was better than fearful and you’d be damned if a piece of shit like that make you feel afraid. You were staring straight ahead, rocking back and forth, trying to hold on to your anger, when you were startled by a hand waving in front of your face. Your head snaps away from the scene that just took place and you realize that the hand is Daryl’s and he is trying to get your attention.

You look up at him, trying to shake your anger, and you smile up at him.

“Hey, you.” You smile happily, the moment your eyes meet his.

His loving gaze returns your own and he sits down beside you, bumping his shoulder to yours, slightly resting his head onto your shoulder for a moment before sitting back up and looking at you curiously.

“Everything alright?” Daryl asked, concerned at your odd behavior.

“Yeah.” You respond quickly and your eyes dart, for the first time, toward the asshole who made you upset in the first place.

Daryl follows your gaze and sees Spencer with his arm cocked up on the fence with Michelle pinned under it, a glint of lust in her eyes as she lifts her hips toward him. Spencer leans into whisper something into her ear and while doing this he turns his gaze and looks directly at you, thrusting his hips into Michelle a little more, putting on a show.

“Is he fucking serious?” Daryl asked, now enraged, as he began to try and stand up. Before he could you catch him and pull him back down, kneeling in front of him.

“He’s an ass, Daryl. Let it be. I got what I want.” You say seriously and force Daryl to focus back onto you and your eyes. Once your eyes meet his, he relaxes a little.

“Besides, the best thing we can do is show him exactly how much I have who and what I need.”

With this you straddle Daryl in broad daylight, in front of everyone, and begin to devour his lips. You put one of his hands on your ass, as the other caresses and pulls your hair, lightly. You moan as his lips move and swirl around your tongue in a fast and passionate motion. You take his other hand and put it on the other side of your ass, as you begin to gently ride him.

His lips leave your mouth and turn their attention to your sweet spot, just below your right earlobe, as he begins to suck on your neck. You shut your eyes sharply in pleasure, already so wet for him.

You turn in Spencer’s direction, as Daryl sucks you hard on your neck, you look at Spencer and moan out loud as your man engulfs your sweet spot. Spencer winces in pained anger and you turn back to Daryl and moan into his ear.

“Baby. I need you so much. You’re the only one I need. You know that right?” You say as you force him off your neck, to look deeply into your eyes. He nods quickly as you feel him harden underneath you. You smile at him and kiss him roughly one more time.

“We shouldn’t do this here. But I need you now, baby.” You seductively whisper in his ear as he growls quietly into your neck, in agreement.

Suddenly, his hands on both sides of your ass smack once more, really hard, as he puts you on the ground. He stands up and offers you his hand, you take it laughing a little, excited for what was to come. You stand and face him, with nothing but playful lust in your eyes, forgetting about everyone around you. You grab Daryl’s shoulder and jump onto his waist wrapping both legs around him as he catches you, bracing both of his strong arms under your ass as he holds you in his arms. You devour each others mouths longingly, as he walks you both down the street, somewhat blindly and staggering, towards his house. You laugh out loud in glee as he stumbles a little, breaking your kiss on his mouth and attacking his neck with your lips, so that he can see a little better as he carries you toward bliss.

You crash into his house as you had done how many times before since that first night, every moment you could get away, you did. He is still holding you in his arms, with your legs wrapped tightly around him as he pulls you directly in the living room and shoves you onto a small, but sturdy, nightstand table in the corner of the room. Your ass crashes down onto it, hard and you moan a little.

“Daryl! The door!” You giggle a little, in both excitement and worry.

He grunts in dismay and unwraps you from around his waist.

“Stay here.” He commands and goes running to shut and lock the door.

He slams it shut, locks it, and comes running back to you as you giggle even harder at his raw attraction. You open your legs up to him again, in his return to you.

His lips crash into yours harshly with a certain sense of immediacy. He really wanted you so bad right now. Your pussy got wet just thinking of how badly he wanted to be inside you, the feeling was mutual.

As he is passionately swirling his tongue around yours, you feel his hand trace down your cheek, jawline, collarbone, the side of your breast – where he stopped to massaged and flick your nipple, through your shirt a couple of times.

“Oh yeah, Baby!” You break your kiss, to cry out to him.

He smiles and pulls your hair back slightly, before crashing his mouth back into yours, fucking your tongue with his own.

His hand roughly traces and grabs down to your side, across your stomach, and down to your waistline. He shoves his hand eagerly down into your shorts, under your panties, and starts massaging your already soaking wet clit.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are so wet for me.” He says, breaking the kiss again long enough to stare into your eyes lustful and ready.

You stare back and whimper a little, having lost all control over your body. You arch into him, staring into his eyes intently.

“I am so ready for you baby.” You moan arching into him again, he pulls your hair back at the same time, and begins to devour your neck, harshly nibbling underneath your chin and all the way up to your earlobe. Once he is there he flicks it between his teeth and harshly sucks on the soft spot just below it, making you scream out his name in pleasure.

“Daryl!” You cry out in voluntarily.

He moans as your whole body arches into him.

He continues to trace your folds and circle your clit a few more times before shoving two fingers inside your pussy. You arch up in pleasure again.

“Oh my god, yes!” You cry out writhing into his hands.

His fingers start to pump into you slowly at first, but as you writhe he obeys and begins to fuck you faster with his fingers, all the while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His tongue sucks and licks into your sweet spot, pulling your earlobe into his mouth to flick it over and over with his tongue. He breathes purposefully heavily behind your ear as he harshly sucks on your flesh there, you moan over and over at the sensation.

You continue to pump yourself onto his hand, harder and harder, he pumps three fingers in, knowing you are about to cum.

Your head rockets back, hitting hard against the wall, but you couldn’t feel anything other than the ecstasy Daryl was showing you.

Daryl pumped his fingers in and out of you with such force you thought you’d cum so hard you’d shatter to pieces.

“Fuck yeah, baby, right there!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers into you harder and harder, making sure to hit your clit with his thumb every time you thrust onto his digits.

You erratically began to thrust faster and harder against him

“Cum for me baby.” Daryl growled into your ear, causing all the right vibrations to hit your body.

With his breath in your ear and his fingers fucking you just right, you thrust onto him, long and grueling onto your clit and came, hard.

“Yes… Daryl! Yes!!” You cried out as you cum around his fingers. Daryl pumped his fingers into you a few more times, deep, to make sure your pleasure was as long and lasting as it could be.

Once you came he removed his finger, licked his tongue up and down your neck, and growled in your ear.

“You are so damn sexy when you cum.” He says, removing his lips from you and backing away, he takes the three fingers that were in you and engulfs them in his mouth, licking you off him

“Mmmm.” He moans as he laps up your juices off his digits, closing his eyes.

You moan, already turned on again and begin playing with your breasts over your shirt, watching him lick his fingers. You stand up suddenly and strip off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

Daryl’s attention turns back to you with lust in his eyes. You walk over to him and rip off his shirt, from the bottom of his abdomen, he lifts his arms in compliance, as you rip it off of his muscular body, throwing it to the floor. You then begin to unbutton his pants, suddenly in such a hurry to taste him. He chuckles a little as you drop to your knees, frustrated the fabric won’t give way as fast as you need it to. You finally get the jeans down past his hips and his big, hard cock pops out, fully erect.  You lick your lips at the site, but continue to help him pull off his jeans. He lifts one knee up at a time as you undress him as fast as you can and throw the frustrating fabric out of your way. You kneel before his magnificent naked body and before his huge cock. You had never been with anyone so well endowed and fuck did it feel good. You feel the urge to touch yourself at the sight of him, but try to focus on what you wanted to do for him.

You smile up at him, licking your lips, as you grab his cock in your hand. Never taking your eyes off him you guide it into your mouth, slowly teasing his tip, as your tongue swirls around and around in a fast motion.

Daryl’s head juts back at the sensation.

“Fuck yeah, Y/N!” He cries out uncontrollably, before returning his intent gaze on you sucking him off. You smile with his cock still in your mouth and begin to take as much of his shaft into your throat as you could, you bob up and down, throat fucking his huge cock, as you hear him moan in delight, only making you want to go deeper. He grabs your hair with his hand and roughly starts pushing you in and out of him harshly.

“Fuck yeah, baby.. oh yeah. That feels so good.” He cried out, as you suck him off, tasting his salty sweetness already.

He stops and pulls you out of his mouth. You look up at him with a lustful smile.

“Get back up there.” He orders nodding to the side table you had been perched on before.

You nod in agreement as you hop back on the small table against the living room wall.

He growls. He is so turned on right now and is ready to fuck the shit out of you. He crashes his mouth into you, and his hands roam down to unclip your bra, you help him and undo it completely, throwing it to the ground. Meanwhile Daryl struggles with your underwear, suddenly you cry out in pleasure as he smacks your ass hard and lifts it with one quick motion, tearing your panties of and throwing them behind him.

He groans in pleasure seeing how wet your pussy is.

As he runs his fingers slightly up and down your folds and encircles your wet clit, you arch up screaming in pleasure.

“Oh my god! Yes, please I need you inside me.” You cry out.

Suddenly, you feel him line his huge cock up to your center and slam it into your tight pussy. The side table slams against the wall in response, along with your ass.

“Fuck, yeah baby!” You cry out in pleasure.

He smiles at your response and thrusts into you just as hard again, and again, until all you can hear it the sound of the table slamming against the wall, in reaction to him slamming into your body and hitting your clit harder and harder, faster and faster.

You slam your hips back into his, in response, making the sensation even better. You cry out as loud as you ever have as he grabs your hips and smacks your ass a few times.

“Fuck yeah!” You cry out, causing him to smack you again.

His thrusts become long and hard as he fills all of you and hits your clit repeatedly, making sure to put as much pressure as he could onto it.

“Faster baby.” You cry out, longing to feel your release.

He obliges and fucks you faster and harder as your ass and the table slam into the wall so hard, you think it may break. You pull him closed to you and kiss him hard on the lips, so hard you thought you may draw blood.

You are bouncing up and down as his cock fucks you hard, you look at him as he stares intensely at you and your bouncing body, in all its glory. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it passionately and harshly. You cry out in pure pleasure and press his head to your breasts, as he plays with them both for a minute, before coming back up to your mouth and crashing his lips against you again. He breaks the kiss and leads back, all the while staring into your eyes, while fucking you.

“Cum for me baby…” he commands as he pulls you closer and his hips push you nearly through the wall, roughly. He starts thrusting faster and faster onto your clit and you feel yourself close to climax.

“Yeah baby… just like that.. harder… faster… Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” You cry out as you cum hard onto his huge cock, you moan in so much pleasure you thought you might explode.

He thrusts become harder and erratic after he feels you cum around him and he fucks you into the wall, hard.

“Oh Fuck Y/N!!!” he cries out, thrusting his hips into you and into the wall, causing so much pleasurable pressure you both cry out again together, as he holds you into it and cums inside you.

He thrusts a couple more times as you moan in happiness and then slips out of you, kissing your forehead sloppily.

You look up at him with satisfied, yet still lustful eyes, and pull his mouth to yours for one more long passionate kiss. He rests his head on your shoulder’s tired out and you kiss his forehead tenderly. You unwrap your legs and let them dangle below the side table. Daryl growls satisfied into you.

“That was fucking amazing, baby.” He said.

“You are fucking amazing, baby.” You smile and he looks up at you with serious eyes, only to begin to devour your mouth, yet again.

—–

Later that evening, after a couple more rounds with each other, and one exhausted nap, you both emerge again from the house to walk down the street to where everyone was having dinner. It was easier to ration dinner when everyone ate together. So it had become normal for everyone in the town to all gather together when it was time.

Daryl grabbed your hand into his and you both walked satisfied, side-by-side, toward the smell of the food and the sound of the laughter. You rested your head on Daryl’s shoulder as you sighed happily and continued on your way.

You both sat down, by Carol, Rick, and Michonne, and laughed and talked all through the unmemorable meal. Daryl noticed Spencer staring at you both, yet again, from down the table. He scoffed angrily, as his blood again began to boil. That boy is getting on my nerves. Daryl thought to himself. You did not notice, as you were focused on a story Rick was telling.

Daryl noticed Spencer slip away, and Daryl kissed you on the forehead and excused himself for a moment. You smiled happily at the feel of his lips on your forehead, closing your eyes for a moment, as if to take the sense in as deep as you could. You hear Rick chuckle a little and your eyes snapped back open, forgetting you were not alone. You laugh and smile at him, in response.

“Shut up.” You say playfully and watch your man saunter of, with that stride that you loved so much.

“I didn’t say a word.” Rick laughed playfully, raising his arms in the air, smirking.

Daryl followed Spencer down the street, he appeared to be headed toward his house. Spencer stops in his own yard and is about to walk up the stairs to his home, when he feels a hand suddenly on his shoulder, that whips him around. Bam! He feels a fist ram straight into his jaw, hard, and he falls to the ground. Bam! He gets hit once more, this time on the eye, as he is laying there trying to regain his senses.

Suddenly, Spencer sees Daryl get up from the ground, staggering back, and breathing heavily, his chest pumping up and down with adrenaline, and hate in his eyes.

“Don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but ya need to stop staring at my girl. She is mine and she doesn’t want anything to do with your piece of shit ass.” Daryl growled loudly and paced back and forth a little, trying to restrain himself from hitting him anymore, like he desperately wanted to.

“I hear that you even look at her wrong, let alone make her feel uncomfortable again, I will end you.” He says dead serious. Spencer crawls back on the grass, clutching his eye in pain and look at Daryl in fear.

“Okay.” He hands go up. “Got the message loud and clear, she’s yours.” He says backpedaling until he finds the stairs to his porch. He sits on the first step clutching his eye.

Daryl strides over and puts his face inches from Spencer’s, looking intently at him.

“I fucking mean it. Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t tell you again.” He says matter-of-factly, waiting for Spencer to nod, before removing his face from Spencer’s and quickly striding off back toward the dinner party.

Daryl sits back down next to you, his chest huffing up and down as the adrenaline begins to subside from his body. You notice and look over at him worriedly, you never like to see him worked up like that.

“Everything okay?” You ask a little worried.

Daryl takes a deep breath and calms his breathing, looking at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

“Everything is just fine, baby.” He says in soft tone, one that contradicts his earlier behavior, but you melt into him anyway.

He rests his forehead against yours for a moment and smiles at you, pulling you into a soft, gentle kiss. He pulls away, kisses you on your forehead and turns back to finish his meal, grabbing your hand into his under the table.

Try (A Song fic Drabble)


You walked into the small studio that Jensen had asked you to meet him at. You didn’t know what he was up to. His little surprises always made your heart soar and your stomach so flip flops.

You opened the door to see him sitting on a stool, strumming his guitar.

As if on cue, the minute his eyes connected with yours, he began to sing.

“If I sing you a song would you sing along
Or wait till I’m gone, oh how we push and pull
If I give you my heart would you just play the part
Or tell me it’s the start of something beautiful”

You watched him carefully, not sure that the lyrics he was singing were meant for you. You’d been dating Jensen for almost two years. Your relationship was incredible, but you were both incredibly busy. You split your time between Vancouver and Nashville. His acting career was here, your singing career was everywhere. 

His eyes locked with yours as he continued to sing.

“Am I catching up to you
While your running away, to chase your dreams
It’s time for us to face the truth
Cause we are coming to each other to change
And maybe I’m not ready
But I’m trying for your love”

His eyes met yours again as he continued to sing. 

“I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We’ve been hiding enough”

Now you knew the lyrics were meant for you as tears steadily fell down your cheeks. He stood then, walking over to where you were standing with your arms wrapped around your waist.

“If I walk would you run
If I stop would you come
If I say you’re the one would you believe me?”

He stopped playing then and got down on one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth, a gasp escaping your throat.

“Jensen,” you whispered as he took your left hand.

“I love you, Y/N. I know our lives are crazy. You’re career is booming and mine is taking off. I know you feel like you’re too young to settle down, but I’ve gotta know. I want you in my life. Forever. I want to know that you have my name, that I am the only man you ever think about. I want you to move in with me in Vancouver. You’re my family. You’re already my best friend. I want you to be my wife,” he swallowed thickly as he looked up at you, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

All you could do was nod furiously as tears poured down your checks. You were trying to catch your breath, but the tears were relentless.

Jensen slid the beautiful ring on your finger and stood, wrapping you in his arms and pulling your lips to his.

When you were both breathless, you pulled away and grabbed his face in both of your hands, unable to stop the smile that formed when you saw the ring glitter in the studio light.

“Jensen Ackles, I love you,” you whispered, kissing his lips tenderly.

He chuckled against your lips. “Well, there is one more thing,” he smiled against your lips. “This studio is yours. I bought it. I want you to be able to do everything here that you can in Nashville,” he said.

“Are you kidding, Jen?” you gasped as you turned around to take the place in. “You did this?”

His eyes sparkled as he watched you. “Anything for the woman I love,” he said, pulling you to him and kissing you fiercely.


@chaos-and-the-calm67 submitted this. She has been writing my blurbs furiously this morning, so I wanted to give her a little something in return. 

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 5

Summary: You and Negan encounter two others, they’re asked to hand their things over, but they refuse.

Note: This is short, because the smut is getting closer (probably in the next part) 😉

You and Negan walked out of the store and began heading back to the truck when two men approached you. One was tall and had messy blonde hair and the other was about the same height with brown hair.
Negan gripped Lucille’s handle tightly, “Can I fucking help you?”

“Nah, we’re just scouting the area. Why does it matter to you?” The blonde man spoke back. The brown haired man was staring at you and you didn’t like it.

“Scouting for what? This is my fucking territory.” Negan had some anger rising in his voice, he pointed Lucille out to them and they backed up a few inches, “In fact, that shit you’re carrying in those bags is mine.”

The blonde haired guy let out a chuckle, “You ain’t gettin’ shit from me.”
At this point it was standoff, no one dared to move. You stood firmly beside Negan getting angry as the brown haired guy kept staring at you, looking you up and down.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first fucking time. Your shit is mine now.” Negan growled, stepping closer to the blonde man.

“I don’t think so, why don’t you give us y'all’s shit instead. That’s a nice fucking bat. I want it.”

Negan smiled, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna fucking get her. Hell, your brain matter is gonna be stuck all over her.” Negan noticed the brown haired guy eyeing you, “Who the fuck are you staring at?” He demanded.

“Staring at that tasty bitch you got with you.” The brown haired guy smiled sinisterly.

Suddenly the blonde brandished a large hunting knife, “Fucking bring it.” The guy challenged.
Negan and the Blonde lunged for each other at the same time, grabbing at eachother and rolled into the ground.
You let out a gasp and held your crowbar up to hit the man, but before you could do anything the brown haired guy grabbed for it and slung you down into the pavement, you kicked at his abdomen, but he had already secured your hands down and pressed a knee into your thigh, “Get the fuck off of me!” You screeched.
You could hear Negan and the man still struggling and you wanted to help, but you couldn’t.
“Damn, you’re mighty fucking pretty.” The brown hair guy said flicking his tongue at you. You grimaced, but you weren’t scared, “oh yeah? Let’s see how fucking pretty I am when Negan’s beating your head in.”
You said it as if you were sure of it.
The man was taken aback and his eyes widened, and he just ripped your shirt open, you screamed even more and put all your effort into trying to push him off you, but he was too strong.
Negan and the other man were still fighting, you glanced over to see Negan get the upper hand trying to wrestle the knife from the man’s hand, Lucille was laying beside them.
You were still fighting to get from underneath the brown haired man and just as he was about to unbuttoned his pants there was a THWACK and he tumbled over you.
You quickly pushed him off, grabbing your crowbar and stood up, raising it over your head getting ready to beat his head in when a firm hand grabbed your arm,
“Fuck no. Not fucking yet, darlin’” Negan huffed, pushing you to the side.
You looked over to see the blonde man laying on the ground with blood coming out of his side, Negan had stabbed him.
Negan grabbed the brown haired guy by the scruff of his clothes and drug him to where the blonde was.
He picked Lucille up off the ground, his face had changed he was angry - angrier than you had ever seen and it was terrifying, but began to excite you at the same time.
He swung her over his shoulder, letting out a deep breathe.
“Boy, you mother fuckers are in for a real treat now. You’re gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yeah, you fucking are.” He growled, “Get on your fucking knees!” He ordered and the men slowly got on their knees, breathing heavily,
“Look we will go away, just leave us alone.” The brown hair man pleaded.

Negan laughed, looking over to you, then back to them, “Are you fucking kidding me? Let you go? After that fucking bullshit that you fucks just pulled? I don’t think so.”
The men really were about to regret crossing Negan and you wanted to watch this, especially after what they did.

Negan paced around like a caged tiger. You just watched him, not wanting to get too close, because you could tell he was getting close to snapping.

“Now I gave you both a chance to give me your shit and you could have walked away, but instead, you fucks really thought you were gonna walk away with my stuff? And you-” he pointed to the brown haired guy, “You definitely aren’t fucking going anywhere.” Negan looked toward you and motioned you over and you walked to him quickly.
He pulled you beside him, “Fucking look at her.” Negan ordered, the man didn’t look up. Negan gritted his teeth and put Lucille under the man’s chin, her barbed wire digging in, lifting his chin to make him look at you.
“She sure is fucking pretty isn’t she? I fucking overheard you.”
The man said nothing,
Negan kneeled down and yanked his hair, “You better start answering me real goddamn quick.” The man let in a sharp breath, “YES.” The man cried.
Negan gave his trademark wicked smile, “Better.”
He stood up and backed up a little bit, “But unlucky for you, she’s mine. But since you wanna try to force yourself on her, I want you to look into her eyes while I beat the holy fuck fucking fuckity fuck out of you.” He spoke bluntly, raising Lucille above his head, the man gasped and and glanced to you before Negan brought down Lucille with full force and cracked the man’s skull open in one swift hit, the blood began spilling on the pavement and Negan raised the bat above his head bringing it down again and again and again.
You had only seen him like this when you first met him, but even then he wasn’t as angry as he was now.
You backed away slowly, because you were starting to like it for the fact that he was beating this man’s head in for what he did to you, no one had ever done someone like this over you.
Once he finally stopped his dark hair that was always slicked back hung in his face, he threw his hand back, brushing his hair back with his hand.
He was covered in blood and without hesitation, he raised Lucille to bring her down on the blonde man’s head next.

The smell of the blood was heavy and you weren’t used to seeing this much. Negan picked the hunting knife off the ground and shoved in into his pants and walked to you, “Are you okay?” He said sternly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. That was fucking intense.” You nodded.
His face was still full of anger and he still had a tight grip on Lucille, looking around to see if he saw anyone else, “Let’s get the fuck back to sanctuary.” He said and grabbed you by the arm pulling you towards the truck.

Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Title: Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

Warnings: angst, abuse from significant other (not Tony), and some cursing I think.

A/N: I have had this series for SO LONG. I was trying to save it for December, but I just couldn’t wait any longer! I hope you all love this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You made your way to your desk and threw your jacket over the back of your chair.  You had a rough night last night with your boyfriend, Alex.  You had been together for almost two years.  At first he was loving, kind, and caring, but as the months went on he became more aggressive and more hurtful.  Instead of kissing you and taking you on dates, he would insult you and belittle anything you did.  These past few weeks he’d been more physical and you weren’t sure what to do about it.  You knew if your team found out, things would only become more of a hassle for you.  You didn’t want to answer questions and have them pester you on the matter.  You were going to think of a way out, even if it was on your own.  You didn’t want your team to think that you couldn’t handle it.  You fought off bad guys all the time, so this should be no different, right?

Your team was on a case where a Petty Officer was found dead on his ex-wife’s kitchen floor.  The husband and wife had been married for 10 years and he just got back from his last tour.  He was a respectable man and he seemed to be loved, except for the fact that one person didn’t love him enough to not kill him; his wife.  You were the one with the lead, but ultimately Abby pulled through and proved your hunch.  However, you still had to get her confession, so you weren’t done just yet.

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I started this animation a little over a year ago….featuring gummy bears! Hence why he has no pupils. it was meant to be for the 11 second club competition but again, just did not have time to participate again. This isn’t the only 11 second club incomplete I have too. I’m really trying to finish both anyway because I’m long overdue for some new animations. My reel’s feeling a bit stale.

This and another segment were the only two parts I had fully animated so far but this was by far my favorite little snip it. I wanna work on making my acting better but it’s getting there I guess. 

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“The memory of her still haunts him, so sometimes he takes you for her.”

“No way (?).”

             Journey to the West: The Demons Strike Back  西遊2伏妖篇

-Happy Valentine’s Day-

Dir. Tsui Hark, Prod. Stephen Chow (x)