The clown prince gripped the steering wheel tight with one hand and kept his other on your bare thigh. His gold bracelet he inherited from his father almost made you jump at the cold touch. But he had a firm grip on you, keeping you in place.The sky was almost pitch black over Gotham besides the green lights shining from where his club was. Harley and Joker’s son and heir was carving out his own piece of history. His very own club downtown from his parents was all his, he was feeling more powerful than usual tonight. You could feel it radiating off his body… but
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: After you kill the main target on a mission, Bucky can’t help but be angry with you. What happens when he finds out why you killed the target and therefore why you ruined the mission? Words: 1835 Warning: fighting, killing, mention of the Winter Soldier book…
A/N: Oh god. I feel like I haven’t posted anything in forever. I was supposed to be working on something for Isaac and Mitch when this little gem popped up in my head. By the way, how would you guys feel about me adding a coming soon section, kind of like a preview of what I’m going to be coming out with next? Let me know if you’d like that or not. Anyways, enough rambling, I hope you guys enjoy this. Love, J xx
Prompt: You can’t stand Stiles. He can’t stand you. So what happens when you’re forced to be in a car alone in the woods?
Request #1: I’m so happy that now we can make requests
lmao. Would you do one with lap dance? Like … Daryl find some old CD of some
band that YN likes (Led Zep for ex) and she do a lap dance on him and … you
know how end up hehe ! Love your work, sincerely!
Request #2: One that YN get calling by one man that she
finds in a run, he says something like “can’t believe you’re with a old
redneck” and that’s hurt Daryl and then when you two got back, he gets quite
and then you two make love, all kind and eye in the eye😍
Summary: Early Season 4. Prison Era. Daryl
and the Reader have been dating for a while, they go out on a run to scavenge
for supplies and the Reader turns Daryl on. Smut ensues. Reader finds a radio
with some tapes including Daryl’s favorite band, Led Zeppelin. Reader takes it
intending to treat Daryl with a lap dance later. Later that night they are
around the campfire at the prison when to younger men ask the Reader why she is
with an old redneck. The reader responds and later finds out Daryl is upset by
it. The reader comforts Daryl and treats him to a lap dance. They make love
afterwards, salty and sweetly.
This one was really fun to write, I hope you all enjoy it! A great way to send off the Daryl smut before Macmanus March.)
You trip and scrape your knee as you run quickly through the
forest and trip and fall onto the asphalt of the nearby town you were scavenging
as a group.
“Gah!” You cry out in pain as you sit up and cradle the
blood scraped knee, on the ground.
Suddenly, from the corner of your eye you see Daryl rush
over and sit beside you, not worried about anything else but you.
You smile softly over at him and roll your eyes, “I’m okay,
baby. I am just a klutz, you say chuckling to yourself and reaching your hand
out to him.
He smiles softly and nods his head, standing back up and
taking both of your arms in his big strong hands and pulling you back to safety
and back into his arms. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders and
sway your body back and forth lovingly in front of him, smiling as his hands
rest softly on the small of your back.
You hear a throat clear behind you and your eyes turn quickly
to the source. Rick stands there trying to remain in serious mode, but grinning
a little that he had to pull you two off of each other, yet again.
He nods to you and up to Daryl, who smirks uncontrollably at
his friend, shrugging his shoulders at his fatherly stare. Rick chuckled and
nodded his head to the ground, kicking the dirt with his boot a few times
before turning an easy smile back towards you both.
You grin and square your shoulders, standing next to Daryl,
pressing your shoulder to his, as you reach down and grab his hand.
Every relationship has its struggles when you travel, especially being an Avenger. When you and your boyfriend have another argument while you’re away for a mission, you decide once you land you’re going to go to the apartment to apologize. When Buck drops you off, something seems off what you find out throws you for a loop and thank God for Bucky Barnes and Tequila. Till you start spouting off about your true feelings to the wrong or would you call it the right person?
anonymous requested: Omg I’m so happy you’re taking request, your writing is awesome! I was wondering if you could do one with Negan helping you bandage a scrape and cool off after a very trying day. Super fluffy?
Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: After sorting out the supplies from a successful run on a hot, summer’s day, you accidentally cut yourself after opening a box with your knife. Negan takes notice and decides to take care of it himself. Word Count: 2,194 Warning: Fluff!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! As of late, I am a sucker for fluffy!Negan for some reason! So, I hope this is just exactly what you imagined when you asked for super fluffy ;-). Enjoy!
Hi! I love your stuff! Could u pls write one about rick and the reader going out on a run together and they come across a stream and decide to take a swim bc its so hot outside.. its kinda awkward at first and then things get heated? ;) pls and thank u!
Here you go anon, hope you like it! 💙
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk, a little fluff at the end
A/N: Sorry if I fuck up my description of Georgia, I live on the west coast and had to rely on Google maps!
Another Winteriron prompt fill from @imaginetonyandbucky:
“Imagine Hydra sending their Asset to Afghanistan for a mission, but his arm malfunctions and he is captured by the 10 rings. Tony meets him there and when he escapes takes his fellow prisoner with him, thinking bucky is only traumatized by being captured, and unknowingly sort of adopts the Winter Soldier.” It ended up being more like Tony escapes while Bucky does all the work, but it’s close enough, I hope.
"Clear the hallway!“ Yinsen heard a fighter yell as they were heading back to their cell from emptying out the bucket that currently functioned as their toilet. Yinsen put a hand on Tony’s chest to keep him from stepping into the main tunnel as he heard a pair of men coming down the hallway, dragging something heavy judging from the sound of it. He risked a glance around the corner and when he saw the look on the faces of the two fighters he considered pulling Tony back into their cell until the men passed, but then Tony was looking around the corner as well and it was too late. As the fighters passed them, their burden proved to be an unconscious man that was leaving a significant trail of blood in the dirt.
“Hey! Hey, stop!” Tony trotted down the tunnel after them, the chains on his ankles keeping his strides short. “Yinsen, tell them to knock it off!”
With a pained look Yinsen followed his charge down, trying to think of a way to phrase Tony’s request so that these men would actually listen. “My friends,” he said ingratiatingly in the Arabic/Pashto pidgin that passed for a lingua franca in this part of Afghanistan. “Mr. Stark sees that you are having difficulty with this man- “ he gestured, leaning over Stark’s shoulder to get a look at the captive, a white man with long dark hair and an unshaven face, features distorted by blood and bruises. Curiously, one arm was made of what appeared to be articulated metal plates, a red star on the shoulder, and the rest of him was wrapped in an intimidating amount of black canvas and leather. Yinsen had been held by the Ten Rings for long enough that he could recognize a half-dozen empty holsters and knife sheaths. Whoever he was, he wasn’t a hapless civilian that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. “And he wishes to help,” Yinsen finished dubiously, then switched to English. “Tony, I don’t know that this is a good idea…”
Yinsen listened with half an ear as the two fighters argued between themselves, debating the wisdom of throwing this particular captive in with Tony and Yinsen. Yinsen was not encouraged by the way they kept referring to the captive as a ‘mad dog.’ But Tony was already using the edge of his very dirty shirt to try to clean the blood off the man’s face, prying open eyelids to see if his pupils were responding. “Tony, one of us here is actually a doctor,” Yinsen pointed out. “They’ll probably let me see him, but right now they are debating whether or not they are going to put him down like a rabid animal.”
“What? Why?” Tony studied the man as if he could assess mental illness just by looking at him. Yinsen could see his eyes lingering on the metal arm, curiosity making his fingers twitch.
“Apparently this man was responsible for killing a dozen of their men before they got lucky and he triggered the IED they were emplacing. They brought him back here to explain to Raza why their mission failed.”
The men seemed to have made a decision and they continued down the hallway with the man. “First Raza. He will decide what to do,” one of them called over his shoulder. Yinsen had to hook a finger into Tony’s collar to keep him from following them.
“Be patient, Tony. Let’s finish this errand then go get those parts you needed, yes?”
Pairing: Dean & Sam x Sister!Reader
A/N: Just a fun little protective Sam and Dean to the rescue fic! Hope you enjoy!
Your name: submit What is this?
”Oh, come on… You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. Your head felt foggy and your eyelids drooped over your eyes, refusing to open easily. You tried to stretch to relieve the stiffness and heaviness in your limbs but you were only met with more achy pains in your arms and ankles. Blinking your eyes open with some effort you looked up to find scratchy rope binding your wrists together and tying them to a headboard. An exploratory glance down at your ankles showed the same rope keeping your feet together. You tugged at the ropes on your wrists. They seemed secure.
You let out an annoyed sigh and rolled over on your side as best you could to take in your surroundings: unfamiliar.
”Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me! SAM! DEAN! Really?!” you yelled. “And you frickin’ drugged me this time? ” You tugged at the restraints on your wrists. “I’m gonna kill those two when I get out of here—I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST THIS! SAM?”
Suddenly the door banged open and you stared past your feet at the stranger who had just breezed in, apparently unconcerned by your yelling.
Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse) Summary: Sometimes a familiar face doesn’t mean a good thing. Warning: Attempted rape. Word Count: 3,110 Author’s Note: BIG thank you to @talina-boyaci for this idea! I wanted to speed this process up, so there is a significant amount of time that passes from the previous chapter to this one. I needed more Negan and Simon in this fic, so let’s see how things change now that the zombie apocalypse is in full effect! Enjoy!
It had been a year. A year since
this apocalypse happened.
You had thought that everything
was going to go back to normal. You assumed the government would contain this
big of a mess, but after a month of no progress, you knew that this world was
never going to be what it was like before.
The phone call with Negan and Simon
was the only thing you found yourself remembering the night the apocalypse
happened. You wished your phone hadn’t died. You wished you didn’t have a
meltdown. You wished you were able to ask them where they were going because with
them, you felt the safest.
You didn’t know that going to
the woods would be your biggest mistake yet.
You thought seeing a familiar
face would calm you down and put you at ease, but knowing Chris’s true
intentions caused you to cry every night. It was as if the apocalypse changed
his entire personality.
You had been with Chris since
the beginning and you thought being surrounded by him and two of his other
friends would make you feel safe, but it made you feel the complete opposite.
As the months passed, you were
losing hope in bumping into Simon and Negan. You forced yourself to believe
that you were stuck with these three men that you wished you had the guts to
kill. You believed that there was no one else out in this world.
Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Skin Picking (Dermatillomania), Anxiety, Cursing, Slight Mention of Blood
Summary: Reader picks skin a lot when stressed, anxious, overwhelmed, et cetera. She wears gloves to help her not pick as much. But when her gloves get damaged during a mission, she isn’t sure what to do. Bucky to the rescue.
Author’s Note: So this is one of my many selfish pieces. I got this idea because it’s something I personally struggle with and wrote this to make myself feel better. I haven’t been doing too great in the mental health department and my skin picking has been flaring up really badly.
I hope you still get enjoyment out of this!
I promise I’m working on requests and the different series I have going on. Things are very hectic for the next week or so. I will be back to somewhat normal in June! Thank you for your patience!
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
You had a problem. You pick the skin around your nails and along your fingers. It had been something you’d done since you were younger. Your brother, Tony, noticed it was usually when you were in overwhelming or stressful situations. You lived with him and the other Avengers in the tower. Now being good enough to actually join them on mission and be an integral part of the team. Even being in a better position in your life, you couldn’t stop the skin picking. So, being the good older brother Tony was, he crafted a gift for you.
You came into the kitchen one morning to see him pouring two cups of coffee. He handed one to you and sat you down before turning around to grab a small box. Inside were a pair of black gloves. You were confused at first, but then he explained. They were to prevent you from scratching yourself and such. They had thermal pads around the fingertips, so you could still use your phone and other touchscreen devices. He also designed the band around the wrist to work like his suit. So when you pressed the softly glowing blue buttons on the sides and pulled out, you had gloves like his suit.
You were in tears and instantly got up and hugged your brother. He always took care of you when you needed him and even when you didn’t know you needed him. This was one of the best and most thoughtful things you had ever received. It was rare to see you without them on. Even to his parties, you didn’t care if people knew. You felt more in control with them on.
Children of The Gods Ch. 4 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]
A/n: Here’s ch. 4! I hope you guys like it because I was a bit nervous to post it. The last chapter didn’t get as much action as I hoped and it kinda dampened my spirits. This chapter is a bit shorter and goes more toward the reader’s state of mind. Hope you love it and I appreciate any feed back loves! Thank you! (Chapter 5 will have some action!)
Upon returning to the campsite you found the others fast asleep still, not having been bothered by your absence. It didn’t take Jason long to follow in their footsteps and pass out leaning up against a tree. Though you couldn’t help but watch him and the others, and just think. Your eyes wandered from person to person, thoughts rushing through your head about the trials to come.
Are you cut out for this? These people are your friends and they trust you with everything they have. Trust you to lead them, to protect them. How could you protect them? You’re all in this mess because of your inability to protect Garfield, and now he’s with the Sirens. Scared and alone.
Sighing you ran a hand through your [h/l] hair. The ends snagging in your fingers. Taking a glance at the case that holds your father’s lighting bolt you think, ‘Maybe he’s right. This is something I should’ve fought on my own.’ Your eyes fall on Jason again, the moment you just had still ever present in your mind. What is it about him that changes things? You’ve met other offspring of Athena, some male and others female, but there’s just something different at work here. Perhaps it’s his story about being resurrected or something else entirely.
Though one thing you knew was now is not the time for these thoughts. You have a mission at work here, focus is key to success. Focus is what you will need tomorrow, and being tired hinders that. Laying back against your bag you stare up at the stars, allowing your eyelids to become heavy and eventually pull you into the addictive trance of sleep.
It was all dark. The only sound heard was a faint dripping of water droplets. You stood silent, the other sound reaching your ears being your own slow breathing. In and out, in and out. It’s calm rhythm never faltering. Where are you?
Staying still until torches lit out of nowhere, making your guard fly up higher. Hand reaching for the hilt of you sword, only to find it and all weapons missing. The torches led down a narrow hall, the only way out of the circular room you were in.
Hesitantly, you began down the corridor. Ready for any sort of attack. As you walked faint humming, almost singing, could be heard. The song was familiar, a lullaby your mother once sang to you. Coming closer to the humming, it grew into soft singing, luring you closer. The voice was almost familiar.
Coming to the end of the hall you entered a room. It was similar to the one you were just in, the humming being louder than ever. Turning around you saw the hallway gone, replaced by a solid wall. Looking into the room again, it had changed.
Your blood ran cold at the sight. Each member of your team lay bloodied, battered, and lifeless. Some with their eyes wide with terror, others with mangled limbs. It was truly horrifying. A cry seeped from your throat before you quickly muffle it with your hand.
The cry made the singing turn to laughter. “Poor little hero. Couldn’t save your friends, your mother, or your unspoken love. You were never cut out for this, I guess even the mighty Zeus can be wrong.” The voice’s tone was light and airy, a beautiful pitch and tone to it. Your gaze scanned each of your comrades again, stopping on the slight rise and fall of a chest. Eyes trailing up to see Jason’s blue eyes widened in terror. Rushing over you noticed the blood pooling around him. His eyes darted to yours, he heaved a breath “We.. Trusted.. You” gasping before falling limp. “No, no, no. Jason!” Turning you saw Kaldur next, coming to his side you shook him, “Kaldur! Please!”
“No use little hero. They’re all gone. Thanks to me and you.” The voice giggled, feeling a finger run across your back. Whipping around you saw nothing. Another sound added to the voice, a heavy panting and growling.
“4 days left” the voice said as heavy footsteps came near you. The animalistic panting and growls almost right on top of you. “You’re running out of time.”
The noises stopped in front of you as you rose to your feet, as if an invisible beast stood there. Feeling the exhale of something blow against your face, a low growl accompanying it.
The voice giggled again, “If I were you, I’d wake up little hero… WAKE UP!” the voice screamed a deafening screech as the unseen beast roared in your face.
Jolting awake to the feeling of someone shaking you and yelling for you to wake up. Instinct took over as you pulled out the knife in the holster around your ankle and flipped the person on their back. With a knee to their chest you held the blade to their throat, all done in a single swift motion. Your breathing heaved as you stared down into a familiar face. Dick.
“Whoa hey!” He yelled, surprised at your attack.
Realization hit and you scrambled off him, backing away. Breathing still labored and mind reeling from the nightmare. “[F/n] calm down. Breathe.” Kaldur said placing a hand on your shoulder. Nodding you regulated your breathing, wiping away the thin layer of sweat from your forehead. “Dick, I’m so sorry.” Apologizing once having gained your head again. “It’s alright, are you okay?” Worry laced in his tone.
You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I just. I don’t know what happened.” “You were yelling in your sleep” Kori informed you, coming up to the other side of you. “I was? Sorry, I guess it was just a bad dream.” Kaldur looked at you, concern showed in the way his brows furrowed together. Your nightmares were rare, and only happened in times of extreme stress, he knows that. You shared a glance with him, “I’m fine. Really.” He sighed in defeat before handing his head. Standing he replied “Alright.”
You nodded and stood up as well. Clearing your voice, you instructed for them all to pack up their things. As they did so you thought about the nightmare you just had. Who was that voice? What was that creature? These questions bombarded you all the way up to your moving out of the campsite.
You were silent again while leading. The entire team watching you carefully, wondering what had happened in that nightmare. Conner cleared his voice, “[F/n] do you know anything about this first trial?”
Looking back, you nodded. “Our first trial is to get the map that leads to the adamantine. We will face a creature called the Drakon Kholkikos, or the Colchian Dragon. A ancient watchful serpent of who used to watch over the sacred groves of Ares and protect the golden fleece. It’s known for the magical properties it’s teeth contain along with the fact that it is sleepless on its own. Making it the perfect guard. It’s a worthy adversary, keep your guard up and never give it an inch.” Instructing while spotting the entrance to the cave you must enter.
“Then our second trial will be to obtain a special sword that could help with our final trial. It’s said to be the sword of Theseus, the one used to slay the Minotaur in the labyrinth. It could be of use. In the second trial we will face the Chimera. But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.” Explaining while looking at your group. “Do you know the third trial?” Roy asked curiously. You shook your head, “No, the trial is a mystery to everyone but the gods.”
“Now let’s focus on the task at hand, here’s our plan. Jason and Roy, you’re our best marksmen, use the bows to take care of long range attacks, but Jason be ready to step in with a sword if need be. Conner and Kaldur, you’re in charge of keeping its attention. Keep its focus. While you’re doing that Dick, Kori, and I will work on weakening and taking it down completely, there is a weak point below it’s head. Sound good to everyone?” Asking the entirety of the group. Exchanging glances they all nodded. “Alright, then let’s give ’em hell.”
Summary: It’s your first mission with Bucky, and things take an unexpected turn.
Warnings: angst - language
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N:A/N: Thank you all so much for your feedback! I wasn’t sure how to write this part of the fic, and I’ve never written from a different P.O.V than the reader’s, so here’s my go at Bucky! There will be a few more parts in this series, but I’m still taking requests! Hope ya like it!
“B-Bucky,” Y/N’s voice crackles through the comm. I was just about to clear another room when the voice came through, making me pause in my tracks.
“Y/N?” No response. “Y/N, a-are you okay?” The other end of the line was only the gentle buzzing of feedback. Fuck.
I take off down the hall from the direction I had come from and into the hallway Y/N disappeared into, calling out her name again. My boots swiftly skid into the first room of the hallway, and I only find a broken lamp and other garbage Y/N must’ve cleared earlier. I whip out of the room and charge down the hall, stopping a few feet from the next doorway. Weird markings and signs of struggling were imprinted in the dust and debris blanketing the ground. Blazing fear begins to build in my stomach. Looking down the hall in both directions, my brain is overcome with a million different scenarios of what could’ve happened.
“Y/N!” It’s impossible to hide my panic.
Nothing but silence. The tracks in the dust lead into the room just ahead of me, but a movement at the end of the hallway catches my attention out of the corner of my eye, and I immediately take off, my heart pounding frantically.
“Y/N!” I call out for her again. Every cell in my body desperately hopes that it’s her - that she’s just carrying out the mission like it was planned. But something at the back of my mind continues to doubt that it’s her.
Freezing, dusty air stings my lungs as my breathing intensifies, becoming heavier as the panic continues to spread to every inch of my body. I couldn’t stop looking for her, and I know the worry and panic won’t subside until I find her - until she can be back in my arms. There are no doorways down the rest of the hall, and eventually, I’ve run so deep into the bowels of the building, there are no more windows, and the light disappears. Shadows envelop my vision, making it harder to be aware of my surroundings. I turn a corner and see a faint, dark outline of a figure approximately ten yards away. It’s far too large to be Y/N.
“Hey!” My voice shakes with a violent anger. The figure takes off down the hall, and I somehow will my legs to pound harder, carrying me faster. I’m running so fast that I almost stumble over my own feet. Tears begin to blur my vision as the thought of losing Y/N overrides my emotions, and I lose control. I reach to my belt, unsheathing a small knife. My arms pump quicker as my feet pound against the hard floor. The target rounds a corner, and I follow, spotting them only a few yards away. I hurl the knife in their direction. The blade sinks into their calf, and they start to stumble, releasing a loud, pain-filled cry. I launch forward, tackling them to the ground and landing on top of them. It’s hard to see, but a thin veil of light is cast around us through a hole in the ceiling. It’s a man. His eyes are sunken and wild, separated by a hawk nose. The features of his face are rough and wrinkles pull at the corners of his eyes.
“Where is she,” I hiss through my teeth.
“I don’t know what you’re -,” my fist pounds into his face. A little splash of blood flies out of his mouth.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, and if you don’t tell me where she is, I swear to God,” I pause, a heavily breathing. “I’ll kill you,” I draw another knife from the holster on my thigh and press it up against his neck. The blade makes a small cut, and a thin trail of blood slowly trickles down the side of his neck, disappearing into his hair.
“Тогда убей меня, солдат,” he spits. I can feel specks of warm blood land on my face. Then kill me, soldier. My breath catches in my throat. I stare at him, and the only thing my mind can focus on is Y/N.
“Last chance,” my voice trembles. A wicked smile breaks across the man’s face.
“You’ve grown soft, soldier,” he grossly laughs. “She’s ours now.”
I stand, my feet planted on the ground on each side of his body. Towering over him, I calmly bring my hand to the gun holster on my belt and feel the cool metal of the gun on my palm. I slide the gun into my hand, aim, and don’t even flinch as the bang! ricochets off the cement walls.
I had pulled up the map of the building, sulking down the endless hallways until I reached an exit. I step back out into the snow and merciless weather. Tire tracks run through the snow and fade off into the distance. My legs give out under me, and I slouch back against the wall behind me. I throw my head back and unleash a piercing scream that ignites a fire in my throat. A few black birds scatter from the trees and fly off into the darkening sky.
Y/N’s in trouble, and I couldn’t save her.
The sandwich I had eaten before we landed threatens to come up, and my body heaves.
I had scanned the terrain before we even landed and it was clear. The building was supposed to be fucking clear! After my encounter with the man in the hall, I had tried to call Steve from inside one of the rooms, but the reception was cut off. Now that I’m outside, I decide to pull out my cell and search for Steve’s contact.
The line rings three times before he picks up.
“Bucky?” His voice crackles through the phone. “How’d the mission go? I’m surprised you’re done so-”
“She’s gone, Steve,” my voice is barely a whisper. “They…they got her.” A whimper escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth with the back of my hand. I manage to suck in a shaky breath. “She’s gone, and I…I couldn’t save her.” Fresh tears spill down my face against my will, and my body shudders as a sob erupts from my lungs.
“Buck…what are you talking about? H-hang on…Clint and Natasha are about an hour out from your location. They’re flying out in a few minutes,” Steve’s voice is shrouded in concern, and a hint of panic manages to snake its way in. “We’re going to figure this out. I promise. Just stay where you are and-,” I end the call, tossing my phone into the snow next to me.
Request: Hey hon, can you make one with YN and Daryl were together and one day he out for a run and he brings a woman with him (he saved her) that woman start flirting with Daryl and YN get really pissed and end up with Daryl proving to that she is the only one (Daryl x Reader).
Summary: Daryl begins to train Nina and she makes advances at him. The Reader becomes extremely jealous. Daryl proves to the Reader he only wants her. Ends in smutty loud love making.
The next few days were stressful. You had to listen to the new woman in the group complain and ask for Daryl’s help just about every time he left your cell. Of course he obliged because he was a giver. But, that didn’t mean you didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy when he would help her hobble by your room, her eyes coming to yours as if she knew what fire she was playing with. On the upside you yourself had begun to train more, taking advantage of the small shed you and Daryl had to brush up on your boxing skills.
Daryl had found an old boxing bag in one of the rooms where the prisoners used to work out in and had hung it up in the shed, making it the perfect get away spot when you needed one. You punched, jabbed, and kicked the bag as hard as you could until you fell over exhausted on the mattress laying on the floor.
Your sweat drenched body heaved in and out as you tried to regain your breath after yet another intense workout. You stretched your body out onto the mattress and concentrated on your breathing. Your hands ran up the sheets of the bed and your mind wandered back to the night before Daryl had left, when he had treated you so good. You two hadn’t been together since and you knew the reason why.
As if on cue you heard Nina giggling outside, you sat up and quickly grabbed the tank top next to you on the bed and pulled it over your sports bra. You heard Daryl pulling at the door. You swiftly walked over and banged on it from the inside, “Hold on! I’ll unlock it!” You shouted to him from the other side. The tugging stopped.
You quickly untied the rope from your side of the door and pushed the door open. Daryl took in your sweaty appearance and smirked to himself, he always loved how amazing you looked after a good workout. Although the kind he had in mind didn’t involve anything but him. You two locked eyes and your hard eyes started to melt when you saw him taking your body in. You smiled sweetly back, almost forgetting you weren’t alone.
Suddenly you saw Nina’s hand grab at Daryl’s shoulder harshly as she tripped over her own two standing still feet.
Daryl’s eyes were forced back to her.
“Sorry. I am such a clutz!” She tossed her blonde hair and batted her eyes at him.
When Keith was born the hospital was silent, Kenneth Kogane became a single father. By no means was he a good father, half the shit he did was off some mom blog titled “The McClain Fam” that archaic meme language from his childhood caught his attention, dont patronize him.
That and Adelida McClain was an experienced mother with five kids and one on the way, her blog had tips on baby care, recepies, job sources, help groups and helpful advice on how to keep Keith calm, even with his adhd. Also how to deal with kids questions in a calm healthy manner.
When Kieth we six Kenneth decided to adopt, this brought Takashi Shirogane into their lives, the ten year old was snarky and intelligent (he was also a little shit, dont let those angel eyes fool you); he also enjoyed working on the farm as much as Kieth did. Which means not at all. When Kenneth had to haul some shit into town, or barter with old siles down by the edge of town for more trade offs, Shiro would stay behind and teach Keith about all kinds of things.
Adelida says it’s normal for the elder sibling to take control sometimes, she also recommends family meals and to have The Talk early
Kenneth was, a he used to say, shook.
The Talk was awkward, he covered all bases, the LGBT+ outline, the gender spectrum, how sex worked. Kenneth swote he’d never do shit like that ever again, everything was so awkward.
When Shiro was accepted into the Garrison the whole town celebrated, such a miracle to happen in the middle of nowhere; when Keith was also accepted the town rejoiced and partied again.
Then Shiro went missing, and everyone mourned, Kenneth read passages of Adelida’s blog about the morning process during parenthood, Kenneth made sure to call Kieth daily, wether it’d be a check up or to tell his son about something that happened.
Kenneth wasn’t told Kieth was kicked out of the Garrison, until he went missing along with Pidge Gunderson, Kehlani “Hunk” Garret, and Lance McClain. Then everything went to shit, the town looked at him with such pity it pissed him off, even though they were trying too help.
Kenneth wasn’t a religious man, but by the seven seas did he pray. Every morning, every night he prayed during lunch he begged any deity for a sign. For his sons, for those other kids; with no success after three years he almost cursed any and all religion in its entirety
Until one day, a giant castle came from the sky and five multi colored lions came flaunting out, all zooming off in different directions, two of which came to his farm, fucking up his damn wheat fields, his sons came home.
They each got a smack on the back of the head for not sending some fucking message, but they were safe; well mostly safe, Shiro had a metal arm and serious ptsd (what the fuck was up with the white hair?), Kieth had scars and a wary disposition that put people off (his mother’s knife hung in a holster by his hip).
Kenneth met Shiro’s boyfriend Lance, and holy shit was he not the cutest thing this side of the montana river, would it be bad if he threatened his son rather than lance?
He also met Allura, Kieth’s “friend”, and if that ain’t a damn lie. They both had that Disney look in thier eyes, Kenneth wanted to expose them both and drink the tea.
He met team voltron, and, the best part
Lance McClain was the son of Adelida McClain, Kenneth was shook. It is also to be noted that he singled handedly planned two fucking weddings at the same time. Both were a success by the way.