make-it-out-this-town

anonymous asked:

Someone came up with the idea of OT4 (DJFoxLadyNoir), superheroes wooing the citizen on Parisian balconies, and I need it like I need air

I really like the idea of them all starting to flirt with him individually and by the time the third one hits he is all awkward and flustered and running away, and then turns a corner like “Why does this keep happening!?!?’

trying to vent to adrien about it and cant understand why adrien looks flustered about it, but being intrigued to discover that the others are doing it too

I just want Nino so bad to be like “I have no idea why this keeps happening I am so confused?!? Like everybody! Why?!”

I adore ot4 and normal nino with super partners is a freaking perf version of it. Mostly because i want hawkmoth to kidnap him and Nino to be beat up but defiant in Hawkmoths lair like 

“Might I remind you pal this aien’t no Lois lane situation. You kidnap Lois Lane you get superman on your ass, you kidnap ME and you get the whole freaking Justice League.” 

Normie boyfriend Nino getting offered a miraculous and turning it down cause SOMEBODY needs to be grounded and around to deal with stuff. 

Housewife Nino. when they get older he works from home, cooks and cleans for when his boyfriend and girlfriends because they all have full time jobs and also are saving the world so he takes the responsibility of maintaining the house. He gets really great at cooking and is always calling Marinette and Alya’s parents asking for cooking recipes and tips. Like imagine him with his phone tucked in his shoulder as he’s boiling water and sorting through the fridge, on the phone with Sabine like “Okay wait is that last thing totally needed cause like i’ve been crazy swamped and i haven’t been to the store so i only have so much- I don’t? Well what do i switch it with I got like some… no no Alya’s allergic. Well not ALLERGIC but it makes her stomach cramp so I don’t buy that.” 

and so on

Older Nino watches the news and only keeps doing things once the fight is over and he knows everyone is okay. He gets involved sometimes when he sees somebody time out and runs over to help and protect them until they can get back out there. 

Sometimes the others get so busy they dont appreciate the effort he puts in to make the relationship work, so maybe at some point he is just really worn down and tired because he hasnt gotten to see them in awhile on a personal level, like its always just running through the house or doing work or arguing, and he just wants more than anything for everything in the house to be DONE and for them to be home and his work to be caught up and he’s working towards a burn out- and then he feels arms wrap around his stomach while he’s doing laundry and he turns around to see Marinette with her face in his back, and she slowly starts pulling him out of the room, and he protests but the others come and take the laundry and put it away and eventually he relents and they all go and just sit together for awhile, and it feels so good and for a second they all just relax and start to talk and fill the gaps and make it work. 

And the next day even though Adrien must have slipped out at nearly dawn to make it to work out of town everyone finds a small set of roses left for them where he knew they’d see it before starting the day. 

Everybody making a huge effort. 

Everybody having different dynamics and spats and ways of being together. 

One big apartment, three superheros, and the guy who tries really hard. 


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You're No Peter Parker! || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: you unintentionally get super drunk at a party, forcing your friendly neighborhood spider-man to come to your rescue as he escorts you home.}

tonight’s been a stressful night for me, so i need some peter parker fluff. i promise i’ll work on requests as soon as i’m better…my anxiety has been through the roof and today was a particularly bad day….

but i’ll get better, i promise. so here, how about me and you indulge in some peter fluff?

**please if you have any respect for the writer at all, do not repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine.**

warnings: drunk kisses, tbh

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You had no idea what crazy part of your brain thought that attending a party was a good idea. You weren’t the particularly social type, and the fact that you were surrounded by girls making out with several guys from the next door fraternity house made this all the more unbearable for you.

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Unexpected (Part 8 - Final...)

Your relationship with Yoongi has finally returned to a happy healthy place, but he is ready to start pushing some boundaries.

Warning: This chapter is long - 17000+ words. There is so much sex in here, I was worried that you might get tired of it (LOL!).  Super graphic and vulgar, like usual.  Lots of dirty talk, including derogatory name calling during sex – but then so do most of my stories. Includes non-BTS idols in major roles for this chapter.

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

It was 3pm.  Yoongi’s plane had landed at 2pm and now you were just waiting to hear from him.  He told you that he would come to your apartment as soon as he could after landing, and you were getting impatient waiting for him.  You busied yourself with cleaning the apartment as a distraction.  Between getting his luggage, going through customs, making his way through fans, driving back to his place to drop things off before turning around to come to your apartment… it was probably going to be another hour or even longer before he would be at your place.

It had been three weeks since you had last been together; he and the other boys were on a tour through several countries.  While he was away, he texted you frequently, sharing pictures of the places he was visiting and the two of you made a point to video chat every night before he went to sleep.  Being able to see his face even though he was so far away, was a comfort to you.  Yoongi would tell you funny stories about what was happening on the road or share snippets of songs he was writing; on a few occasions you made arrangements to share a meal over the internet – you would set up the laptop across from you on the table as if he was sitting there while you ate your meal and he would do the same, eating whatever he had ordered from room service.  More often than not, your late chats would devolve into an online sex session, with Yoongi asking you to strip and bend over in front of the camera, pulling your pussy lips apart so he could see inside you while you described a fictional account of you having sex with other men while he was gone. 

When Yoongi was still in town, role playing was something you would do maybe once a week to provide some variety to your love-making, but while he was out of town, role playing took a much more prominent position.  The scenarios you played out all started in different ways, but they always ended the same… with a graphic description of another man having sex with you, ejaculating in you, followed usually by Yoongi ejaculating in real life from masturbating while you spoke.  As much fun as your on-line sex sessions were, you were looking forward to doing something a little different.

It was 3:45pm when your doorbell rang.  When you opened your door, Yoongi came bursting through, throwing his bag on the floor and pulling you immediately into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue violently into your mouth without even saying a word to you first.  He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist to keep your body close to him while the other hand rested on the back of your head to keep your lips tightly locked with his.  Yoongi walked you backwards towards your bedroom while still kissing you feverishly, the movement was awkward since you both were too preoccupied with the kiss to pay much attention to where you were going.  Your feet got tangled up with each other more than once, you almost fell over when he accidentally backed you into a chair and he fumbled with the door knob to your bedroom.  Once he managed to get the door open, he walked you directly into the door jamb where you hit your head with a loud crack.  You cried out at the sudden pain and Yoongi pulled away, his eyes wide with shock.

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  I wasn’t paying attention, I was just so eager to get to the bed, I misjudged the width of the doorway.  I’m sorry.  Are you okay?”  Yoongi’s hands cradled your head while he looked to see how badly you were hurt.

You couldn’t help but start laughing at the situation. “I’ve missed you so much,” you told him.

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I’m Not That Kind of Doctor (Clint Barton x reader)

Clint couldn’t believe what was being asked of him for this mission; well, not even a true mission really, but a task that Tony decided that he was perfect for beyond everyone’s better judgement.  The group sat around the conference room, giving him their best looks of support and encouragement as he held the crisp, white coat in his hands, staring down at it as if it were making him painfully uncomfortable to even have it touching his skin.

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3 Times Jeremy's SQUIP Was NOT Helpful

1.
Jeremy was still getting used to his SQUIP. It was weird having someone in your head telling you what to do, what not to do, controlling every aspect of your life. At least when he was at home he could be more himself. It was a bit hard ignoring everything the SQUIP was hissing in his ear, but he was used to tuning things out. It was how he survived school. Apparently, however, his SQUIP didn’t like this.

“Jeremy, how many times do I have to remind you that you need to do those push ups? You thought about sex a total of 55 times today, and if you ignore me, I will just make you do double tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes. He knew the SQUIP was trying to help him, but it was sometimes overbearing and annoying.

“How many times to I have to tell you I’ll do it once I finish my homework?” Suddenly his hand started flying, filling out all the blank spaces on his papers. “There. Finished. Push ups. Now.”

“Geez you haven’t even given me a chance to stand up!” Jeremy complained, earning himself a painful zap. “Ow! You know that hurting me won’t help, right? When you do that, it just makes me want to disobey you more out of spite,” he said and could practically feel it buzzing with discontent.

“Fine, I will lower the intensity of your warning shock to a more mild feeling,” it said, and Jeremy could’ve sworn he heard a sarcastic note to the voice in his head. “Warning shock? I’m not a dog, you can’t just- AH! What the hell was that?”

“I lowered the intensity of the shock I sent through your body. Does it still hurt? Your pain tolerance must be weak just like every other aspect of yours,” the SQUIP snarked. Jeremy went on the defensive, “Hey, my pain tolerance is normal! And the shock didn’t hurt it just felt… weird.”

“Well of course it felt weird Jeremy, it was a shock. They aren’t exactly supposed to feel pleasant.”

“Yeah, well could you not do it?” he asked. “Jeremy, I will do whatever I need to in order for you to be more chill,” the SQUIP calmly replied. Jeremy closed his eyes, placing a hand to his temple, “Yeah, well if you keep doing that I won’t be able to be more "chill.”“

"Why?” the computer asked, “It is simply a painless shock, I don’t see how- Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. You just love making my job harder for me, don’t you?” Jeremy was blushing profusely, “Shut up! Lots of people are t- oh you know!” he shouted, burying his face into his hands while he curled up in his desk chair which earned him another zap. “GAH! I said stop!”

“Jeremy, lots of people are ticklish. You just happen to be extremely so, and you’re terrible at hiding it it seems, which is just one more quirk of yours that make it near impossible for you to be cool.”

“Gee thanks,” he said, head still laying on the desk. “But trust me, I will make you the coolest person at your school. You just have to do as I say.” Jeremy rolled his eyes, “Yeah, whatever.”

“No not "whatever” Jeremy. Do as I instruct. Now, if someone were to tickle you-“

Jeremy instantly went red, "What? Why would that even happen?” he stammered out.

“My data shows that it is a form of bonding between close friends, and as your pool of friends increases, the odds of this happening are higher.” Jeremy tried to make himself appear even smaller, “Will you just… stop talking about it?!” he said in what he hoped would be a demanding tone but instead was a shriek. The SQUIP made a sound of disgust, “Jeremy, you must learn to not make such humiliating noises.

"Just, ack, gaaaah!” he let out a frustrated cry, running his fingers through his hair. He was, of course, interrupted, “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. It’s just a word. A simple action. Nothing to worry about, just be. More. Chill.” The SQUIP accented each word with a small shock, and Jeremy was practically having a spasm and fell into a fit of giggles.

“You might want to work on that laugh,” the SQUIP suggested.

“What? What’s wrong with my laugh?” Jeremy asked, and of course, the computer gave him an answer. “It sounds too dorky, if you want to be cool, you have to have a cool laugh.” Jeremy rolled his eyes.

“That’s a lie. I heard Rich laughing at some joke Jake had told and he has this high pitched, shrieking laugh, and he’s still considered cool,” he justified.

“Yes well, you’re not Rich.”

2.
Jeremy was over at Brooke’s house, and they were sat on the couch, making out. “My parents are out of town, the coast is clear,” she had said, dragging him to her car before he could protest. Not that the SQUIP would let him anyways. And it turned out Brooke was a great kisser, so Jeremy couldn’t complain too much.

That is, until she moved down to his neck. “Don’t squirm, she’ll wonder what’s wrong,” the SQUIP informed him. Her teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot below his jaw, causing him to let out a gasp.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling away and placing a hand on his chest to balance herself. “Nothing,” he reassured her, offering a smile and pulling her in, doing as his SQUIP instructed. She shrugged, going back to kissing. Jeremy couldn’t help but let out a huff of air when she gently bit the stretch of skin below his ear. She leaned back once more, stopping the treatment. “Something’s up. Tell me what it is,” she said, nuzzling into his neck, and this time a short giggle left his lips. Her head shot up, staring at him, a growing smirk on her face.

“Are you ticklish?”

“Say no, she’ll ignore it and go back to making out,” it said.

“No.”

“Are you saure, cause you took a second to answer,” Brooke said skeptically.

“Repeat after me-”

“You’re just such a great kisser my mind had gone blank,” he said smoothly, hoping it was enough of a cover. She smiled, her lips returning to his skin, and her hand worked its way underneath his shirt, resting gently on his side. He allowed himself to relax a little, only to jump in shock when her hand squeezed his side. He jolted when she did it again. And again, and he couldn’t help but to fall in a string of helpless giggles.

“Liar!” she cried out, bringing her other hand to skitter over his belly. He brought his hands up to try and protect himself to no avail. Her hands moved quickly and precisely, sending ticklish waves throughout his body. “Wow, you’re really ticklish! It’s so cute!” she cooed, making him blush and try to hide his face. She pouted, “Aw, don’t hide Jer! You’re cute when you blush!” Her words only made him blush more, and he let out a whining laugh, drumming his legs onto the couch, but nothing he did lessened the feeling. In fact, her teasing increased the sensation.

“Where else are you ticklish?” she asked, fingers crawling up his side. Jeremy was in hysterics and couldn’t focus on anything, unable to communicate with the SQUIP.

“I-I dohohohohon’t knohohow!” he laughed out, squirming beneath her. He hoped she would just give up and let him breathe, go back to kissing, anything to stop the laughter inducing torture. Although if he were being honest with himself, he couldn’t complain. He craved physical affection, and he kind of liked the feeling of letting go and laughing.

“You don’t know? Well that won’t do,” she teased, scribbling along his ribs, working her hands underneath his arms. He let out a loud shriek, and boy was he glad the house was empty. She laughed along with him and moved her hands down, relentlessly squeezing his thigh.

“FAHAHAHAHACK!” Jeremy arched his back, crashing back down on the cushions in a fit of hysterics. He let out a snort, turning a bright shade of red and tried to cover his mouth to prevent any more embarrassing sounds from escaping.

“Looks like I found a good spot!” she beamed, gently scratching her nails over his knees. She was sitting on his legs, effectively pinning him. She finally showed him mercy, slowing her fingers. “You have a really cute laugh,” she said, laying her head on his chest and curling into his side. “It almost made me not want to stop.”

“Yeah, Ihihi could tell,” he said, residual giggles slipping into his words. “You’re absolutely ruthless.” She nestled deeper into him, “Thanks.”

3.
Jeremy didn’t bother in covering up his hickies.  It was too hot out to be wearing any sort of neck cover and he didn’t want to take the time to use makeup to hide them. Not to mention, his SQUIP wouldn’t let him.

“Wear them proudly,” it said, “Like battle scars.” So when Christine had asked what they were, he didn’t try to deny it.

“Christine! We need to pick out costumes,” Chloe said dragging her away.

“Oh cool! Swords!” Rich yelled , pulling a toy sword from a box of props. “Engarde!” he cried out, stabbing Jeremy in the side. He let out an indignant shriek, whipping around and slapping the sword from his hands sending it flying across the room. “Woah man, are you okay? I didn’t actually mean to hurt you,” Rich said with concern.

“I’m fine,” he squeaked out, his voice even higher than usual. Rich gave him a look, “You sure? Cause you don’t sound like you are.”

Jeremy cleared his throat before speaking, “Yeah, you just scared me.”

“Honestly I didn’t think you’d be that strong,” Rich said, slightly impressed.

“Yeah, I’ve been working out more,” he said. Rich chuckled, “I thought you looked bigger,” he said, playfully reaching over to squeeze his bicep. Jeremy covered his mouth with a snort, trying to stifle his reaction. Rich smirked, “Ticklish?”

“Accept your fate now Jeremy, there’s no way out of this,” the SQUIP informed.

“What?!” Jeremy screeched at the computer.

“If you say no, he’ll tickle you because he knows you’re lying. If you say yes, he’ll tickle you just because. It’s better not to lie. Not to mention if Brooke hears you say no, she might help Rich. Saying yes is the best option.”

Jeremy had been silent whilst having the conversation, but Rich, knowing what he was doing, waited patiently, a look of false innocence plastered on his face.

“A-a bit, but I’d prefer if you diDN’T!” his words turned to squeals of laughter when Rich lunged forward and dug his fingers into his sides. “Nohohoho! Stohohop!” he pleaded, curling in on himself.

“A bit ticklish? More like a lot!” Rich exclaimed happily, moving his hands up his ribs. Jeremy couldn’t speak, only laugh as the other boy set to work. Rich’s teasing only made his blush increase, much to Jeremy’s dismay.

“Look how red you are! You’re lihike a tomato!” he laughed, taking immense joy in his work. “You’re laughing so much! You must really enjoy it if you’re laughing so hard,” he said, working his hands underneath his shirt to get at bare skin.

Jeremy’s knees buckled underneath him, and he slowly sank down, Rich following and never once stopping the torture. He squirmed and kicked, trying futilely to get away. Jeremy tried to protect his sensitive spots, but Rich kept finding new places to tickle.

“What’re you doing?”

A voice sounded from behind them and Rich turned to see who it was, not slowing in his work. “Tickling Jeremy. I just found out he’s insanely ticklish, and just listen to his laugh!” he exclaimed, pinching his side causing the boy beneath him to convulse with a snort.

“Jahahahahahahake! Hehehehelp!” he cried out through his laughter, hoping for some mercy.

“Help him and you’re next,” Rich threatened.

“C'mon don’t be like that,” Jake whined, not wanting the same treatment as Jeremy. “At least let him breathe,” he said, coming to his rescue. Rich rolled his eyes, letting Jeremy free.

“Oh my god you saint,” Jeremy said between pants. Jake chuckled, offering a hand to help him up. “Believe me, I know how ruthless he can be,” Jake said, shooting his friend a playful glare as he smiled proudly, “’S not my fault you both are so ticklish,” he said, tweaking both of their sides as he walked past.

“Hey!” They exclaimed in unison, and Jake started off after Rich, chasing him out of the theatre, laughter ringing through the air.

“You’re welcome.”

“Welcome for what? You were no help in that situation,” Jeremy said.

“It’s obvious you like it. I mean, why else would you fail to protest? I didn’t hear you say "stop” even once,“ the SQUIP informed. Jeremy’s blush intensified, knowing the computer had a point.

"Shut up.”

anonymous asked:

How do you think each incarnation of zelink cuddles? What are their preferred positions and what crazy places have they been found asleep?

YES YES YESS this is FANTASTIC

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OOT cuddles- I firmly believe that Link and Zelda cuddle in front of the fire after a long day, and Zelda gets a shoulder massage from Link and she gives him a back massage. They just take care of each other and she places kisses on his chest and back cause it’s just weirdly intimate and he enjoys leaving a kiss on her temple. After she deals with the stuffy old council she sometimes goes looking for Link in the castle and he just looks at her and hugs her and it’s just like “it’s okay babe I love you screw those old uglies want me to fight them?” And Zelda LAUGHS because no one else would offer to fight stuffy old men in robes but her Link.

They’ve been found asleep in the stables a few times and the stable boys always try to give Link shit for it but he just says “at least she’s with me man” and gives them a side eye.

WW cuddles- they’re older now, probably respectively 17 and 18 years old, and are constantly canoodle in private. It’s just them and they both play card games and sit on the deck of the ship looking at the stars, talking about the absolute mayhem the last few years have been. Link is taller now, and Tetra sometimes uses it to her advantage by sitting on his shoulders and using him as a perch.
He called her a parrot once and she still hates him slightly for that.

SS cuddles- SLEEPY CUDDLES! Link and Zelda lying in bed just trying to avoid getting out of bed so they just spend time in bed talking about anything and everything. Zelda’s hair is messy in the mornings and Link thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, while Zelda sees the healed scars from his journey to save her and always runs her fingertips over them. It’s basically just lazy, sleepy kisses and hugs and they both deserve it. Poor Pipit once couldn’t find Link and Zelda for a few hours when he needed help on something and found them in the middle of Kikwis just dozed off. He just shook his head and smiled at their antics.


BOTW cuddles- Link likes to be the big spoon and always has his arms wrapped around Zelda, and she just plays with his hands first thing in the morning. She notices the tiny cuts from his climbing escapades and the scars that aren’t faint but run throughout his body. She always kisses the one on his shoulder and chest since those were his downfall, and his breath catches in his throat every time. He just loves holding her cause she’s the entire opposite from him. She’s soft and curvy and he’s tall, lanky and rough around the edges. They don’t have a problem cuddling outside either, just not crazy like make outs in the town square. Link brings Zelda to places in Hyrule that have beautiful vantage points and views and just lays down a picnic for them and they spend a day or two just out there, making up for lost time. One time Teba needed to find Link to talk to him about a recent monster problem near the flight range and couldn’t find neither Link or Zelda in their Hateno home. He had all but given up on finding him that day when he was flying over central Hyrule and saw two figures and a fire on the ancient tree stump. He swooped down and saw them just asleep there and decided that he would just let them be for now and wake Link early tomorrow.

TP cuddles- They go riding and find different spots in the kingdom where it’s secluded enough so that Zelda can just let go and be herself with Link. She rants about her responsibilities and yells that “even though she is a royal it doesn’t mean she’s automatically happy and complacent to the rules of the court”.
Link just hugs her and they sit embraced as the sun goes down, no words are said because Link gets it. Getting destiny thrown in your face is super tough. But once she calms down he reads her his latest poems and she loves the way his voice sounds so much that she falls asleep in his arms, completely happy.

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onlyslightlytwisted  asked:

If you don't mind. I have a campaign where my players are traveling through orcish lands to rescue a friend who had been captured by Orcs. These orcs are hostile demon worshippers, and many demons are allowed to run rampant. They've chosen to avoid towns on their way, but I'd like something to happen to make their rescue more difficult. Any suggestions?

Camping orcs notice them.

Bandits try to rob them.

the road they’re on leads through a town. Going around would add a few extra days, the woods are thick and full of wild boars and other dangerous animals. Not to mention orc hunters.

Orcs can sniff them out.

Make a small town that looks inviting. No signs of orc as far as you can tell. Then ambush them.

Dirty Little Secret, No More. Part 2

A/N: Hey guys! So again this will be both before and present time, but the majority of the chapter is what the reader’s life was like before. I wanted to give you guys an insight to where the readers life was going before the apocalypse and why she acts/feels the way she does towards Negan and Simon. I ended on a cliff hanger- of course and the flashback may seem a little confusing. But don’t worry I will definitely explain the meaning in the next part. As always, feel free to send in feedback. OH! And as promised, there is smut - you have been warned

part one can be found here.

[As always, gifs are not mine. All credit goes to original owners.]

Word Count: 4,878

Warnings: SMUT, death, (spoilers?) S7 ep 01 storyline, cursing-it involves Negan for fucks sake

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Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv


Negan stares down at me with a glimmer in his eye. “Well shit. I never even expected you to make it out of that town you called home after the world went to shit. Seeing you here, with these people though. Matter of fact, what are you doing with these people? How the hell did you end up with shitty people like these folks here.” I can’t bring myself to answer him though, all I can feel is fear about what is going to happen next. I look over to the right of him, where Simon is and he’s still staring at me like I’m a fucking ghost. I don’t know what I expect at this moment but I wasn’t expecting him to just stand there.

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The First of Many

A/N: An anon request where the reader is doing her first interrogation. She’s a little on the shy side, like Spencer was doing his first interrogation. She goes in shaky, but she comes out strong and confident. :) @coveofmemories

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“Y/N,” Hotch called. “You can do this one on your own.”

You’d only started at the BAU a month ago. You never conducted your own interview before. How were you supposed to make someone confess with no physical evidence and only a profile? That’s what the team needed right now - a confession. But you needed courage and strength to gain a confession, your strength was in intelligence, like the other young agent, Dr. Spencer Reid. “Are you sure, Hotch?” you asked, your voice shaky with nervousness at the thought of interrogating someone on your own. 

“He’s handcuffed to the table, Y/N,” he replied. “He’s not going to hurt you.”

That wasn’t what you were worried about. “I mean, I’ve never conducted my own interrogation before. What if I mess up?”

“You won’t,” he said. “Take your time. Figure out your strategy. Go in when you’re ready.” With that, he walked away. Back to the rest of the team to continue working on the case in the event that you weren’t able to get a confession from him. 

Vincent Arlo. Born 25 years ago to parents Jackie and Bradley Arlo. Bradley was a mechanic, working was many hours as he possibly could in order to bring in enough to provide for his wife, oldest child Vincent, and Vincent’s twin sisters Jessica and Melanie. No matter what he made, it was never enough, and soon he turned to alcohol to cope with his wife’s incessant spending and his apparent inability to do anything right in his wife’s eyes. With the alcohol, came the abuse of his wife, and then the children. Vincent tended to be the object of his rage because he tried to protect his mother. The cycle continued and now Vincent was a family man with kids of his own that he couldn’t provide for. However, his wife claimed that Vincent had never laid a hand on her or the children and you believed her.

He was definitely the man they were looking for, but they had no hard evidence; they needed this confession to put him behind bars. But how were you supposed to go about this?

The amount of strength he’d exhibited during the killings was incredible - unhinged, which lead you all to believe that he was either naturally very violent, or he was on something during each other killings. Most likely he was drunk. All three victims were found near bars. Considering his own father’s drinking problem that he inherited and his father’s abusive tendencies, which he’d vehemently avoided, it was likely that each of the victims had said something to upset him. Maybe they were abusers like his father? That’s how you’d go about this. Plus, what was it that Gideon said, you don’t need a gun to kill someone.

“Hello, Vincent,” you said, as you walked into the room. “My name is Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N. I need to ask you a couple of questions about Jeffrey Gotthard, Martin Andreas, and Benjamin Rihard.”

“I don’t know them,” he said quickly. Too quickly. Always indicative of something deeper.

“I think you d-do. Even if you don’t know them p-personally, you know them in passing.” He still claimed to not know them, but he allowed you to continue speaking. You wanted to talk about him. Get his guard down by talking of his tragic childhood and then slip in the questions you needed answered.

“Your wife is waiting outside for you,” you started. “She said the kids are taken care of. They’re at your mother’s house. You love your kids, don’t you?”

“Of course,” he replied, taken aback by a question that seemed completely irrelevant to his situation. “More than anything in the world. They deserve better.”

“Better than what?” you asked. “Than you?” Despite the fact that in all likelihood, he’d killed these three men, he was by all accounts, a decent family man, like any other, trying to provide for his family with great difficulty.

He nodded, his eyes glazing over with emotion. “I can’t provide for them. I wanna give them a better life and I can’t.”

“But you love them,” you replied. “That means more than most people realize. You, of all people, should know that. You grew up without love - at least from your father.” At the mention of his father, he stiffened. 

“I’m nothing like my father. My father used to beat all four of us day in and day out, but he hated me the most, because I tried to take care of my mother,” he cried, as his fists shook, and in turn shook the table.

“You really hate your father, don’t you?” This was what you needed to rile him up. This would get him yelling.

“MY FATHER IS A DISGUSTING, LOATHSOME HUMAN BEING!” he screamed, standing up and placing his fists on the table. At first, you jumped back, but you needed this confession and you needed to prove yourself to Hotch, the rest of the team, as well as yourself. That you could do this. That you could handle this job. Every aspect of it. Through his teeth, Vincent gritted, “He deserves every horrible thing that happened to him for what he put me through, what he put my mother through especially.”

“Is that why you killed those men? Did they say something that made you mad? Reminded you of your father?” you said, leaning in and meeting him eye-to-eye. 

“I didn’t kill them. I don’t even know them. They just happened to be at the same bars I went to,” he replied hastily. Bingo. He admitted he saw them.

“Did Benjamin admit that his wife disgusted him? That he wished he had never married her? What about Martin? Maybe he let it slip that the last time he came home and his wife hadn’t made dinner he punched a wall to keep from hitting her - if only because she was still recovering from the last blow to the head she suffered and he couldn’t risk killing her?” Your voice had gotten so loud it had even surprised you. Your face was flush with heat, your fists were shaking. “And Jeffrey? He was very much like your father. A drunk. A serial abuser. His son recently died from a blow to the head that he claimed was sustained when he fell down the stairs. But you think Jeffrey did it, don’t you? They deserved what they got, right?” you yelled.

“YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT THEY GOT WHAT THEY DESERVED!” he screamed, so loudly, he’d strained his vocal chords.”You know that Jeffrey was laughing with his friends about how now he had one less mouth to feed? And Martin, claiming that he planned on killing his wife, he just needed to make sure the kids were out of town? Disgusting! All of them! And I don’t feel bad for what I did.”

With that, you had him. You had the confession you needed. As you stared at the cross around his neck, you said the only thing you could, even though you weren’t that religious yourself. “Then may God have mercy on your soul.” When you opened the door to leave, you expected to see no one. Hotch had left to meet up with the rest of the team. But everyone was here. Good thing you didn’t know that - you would’ve been even more nervous. 

“Well done, Agent,” Hotch said. “Great job.”

You’re Mine

Originally posted by memoriestomelodies

Jiyong x Reader

Word Count: 2681

Genre: Fluff into smutty smutty smut smut


You loved your new family.

They weren’t your actual family, but they were the closest thing you had at the moment. You had lost your parents a few years ago in a car accident that changed your life forever. Having been the only child, and having the rest of your family live across the ocean, you were more or less alone now. You worked a lot, trying to keep busy, before going home to your apartment.

But that all changed when you met Jiyong. He was so sweet, and caring, and hilarious. His bright, bubbly self had broken his way into your life, and you couldn’t imagine it without him now. The two of you had met while he was on vacation. He had stopped in at your café, and the two of you started talking and became instant friends. You exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to meet up with him a few more times before he headed back to Seoul.

You fell in love with him almost instantly. Hearing him talk about himself, and his dreams, and his goals. He told you about his friends, and how they were a huge part of his life. Listening to him go on and on about things, always stopping to ask for your input, or apologize for talking so much. You thought he was adorable. You always just smiled and reassured him you were listening to him, and he wasn’t talking too much. You told him about yourself, about how your parents moved to South Korea when you were a baby, and how you had grown up there your entire life. About how the rest of your family all lived in the United States, and how you visited them twice a year. He was impressed that you could speak both languages so fluently, and asked you to help him with his English.

You didn’t tell him about your parents right away, not wanting to scare him off right away, but as your friendship grew, going on for months, you had no choice. On the day of the anniversary of your parents’ death, Jiyong surprised you with a visit. You had taken the day off work, not being able to hold yourself together enough to go in. It may have happened a few years ago, but the pain was still as fresh as ever.

He let himself into your apartment, having had a key made last month for when he was in town so he could let himself in while you were working. He came in, thinking you weren’t home since all the lights were off. He switched on the living room light and saw you huddled on the couch, crying quietly, holding a picture of your parents and you. You were so wrapped up in memories and your sadness, that you hadn’t even heard him enter. He walked over to you slowly, reaching down to touch your shoulder.

When his hand touched you, you screamed in surprise, looking up at him wide-eyed. He simply looked at you quietly, and you just broke down. You started sobbing as he pulled you into his arms, rocking you gently. As the sobs started to quiet down, he asked you what happened, and you told him about the accident. He sat quietly with you the entire time as you told him all about it, simply rubbing your back and kissing your hair as he held you. At the end of your story you sat limp in his arms, exhausted from the emotions rushing through you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He helped you change, and laid you down, tucking you in.

“Give me a call if you need anything okay? I’m gonna be right down the hall on the couch,” he said, standing up to walk out. But you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

“Please,” you whispered softly.

“Please what (Y/N),” he asked, looking down at you worriedly.

“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” you begged him. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you needed him to be more than just your best friend tonight, and you knew that he would only ever think of you as his best friend. But it didn’t matter. You were so emotionally drained that you decided one more heartbreak wouldn’t do much damage.

He hesitated a moment before nodding, laying down in the bed next to you. You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached up and brushed them away, shushing you before you could say anything and pulling you close to him.

“I’m here (Y/N),” he whispered softly, his chin resting on your head. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

You closed your eyes, your body and mind exhausted, and you quickly started to drift off to sleep. As you faded into your dreams, you could have sworn you heard him say “I love you”.

You woke up the next morning, stretching out to find an empty bed. You sat up, looking around for Jiyong, but you didn’t see him. You got up and walked out into the hall, listening to see if you could hear him, but your apartment was quiet.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” you said to yourself quietly. You went back in your room and climbed back into bed, not ready to face the world yet. You started to doze off again when you heard keys in your door. You shot out of bed and walked out of your room, looking down the hall as Jiyong let himself in, carrying a tray with coffee and a bag from a bakery in one hand. He looked up to see you and you melted at the smile that formed on his face. You smiled back and went over to him, taking the tray out of his hand and walking to the kitchen, with him trailing behind.

“I figured you’d need some serious caffeine this morning,” he said chuckling as he pulled some plates out of your cabinet and set them down on the table. You sat at the table and reached for the bag, but he slapped your hand away, making you laugh. He handed you the coffee and waited for you to take a sip. It was your favorite. Your smile grew as you felt the hot liquid warming up your body immediately. He grabbed the butter from the fridge and set it on the table, pulling out your favorite fresh croissants from the bag. He buttered one and handed it to you. You smiled up at him sweetly.

“You don’t have to take care of me you know. I’m okay. Really,” you said, playing with the pastry. He sat down next to you and took a bite of his own pastry, smiling over at you.

“Yes I do,” he said. “It’s a man’s job to take care of the woman that he loves.”

Your eyes flicked up to his in surprise, staring at him for a moment. His face turned bright red as he stared back at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You…you love me?” you stuttered. He nodded, smiling shyly at you. You jumped out of your chair and jumped on his lap as you hugged his neck. “I love you too,” you said, your voice muffled as you hugged his neck. He laughed and hugged you tight. That was the beginning to your perfect relationship.

It wasn’t a fairy tale romance by any means. The two of you fought like any normal couple would. But at the end of the day, your love was strong enough to make the fights meaningless.  After a few weeks Jiyong asked you to move in with him. His days were getting busier and busier and he was finding it hard to make it out of town. You quickly agreed, not being able to stand the thought of being away from him for too long. After another month or two you finally met the guys, and you all immediately became best of friends. But you and Seungri were closer than anyone else. He was like the older brother you never had. You talked to him about everything, and the two of you were always together, when you weren’t with Jiyong.

One day you were at the studio with everyone, watching their dance practice. You had stopped in during the afternoon to bring Jiyong some lunch, and you brought everyone coffee from your favorite café. You sat down against the back wall, watching Jiyong dance, your eyes raking over his body like a cat in heat. You loved watching him dance, seeing the sweat glistening on his skin, watching his muscles move as he did. You licked your suddenly very dry lips, not noticing Seungri walking up to you.

“Geez, close your mouth will ya? You’re gonna make them slip with all the drool your letting out,” he said chuckling, pulling a coffee out of the tray next to you. You laughed and smiled up at him.

“Nice to see you too brat,” you told him, getting up to give him a hug. As your arms wrapped around him, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You screamed in laughter as he ran around the studio with you on his shoulder, your legs kicking as you yelled at him to put you down, before he finally did. You yelled at him while you were laughing, punching him in the arm. He rubbed it in fake pain, whining playfully, complaining that you were going to injure him before the show. The two of you kept going on and on, joking around and touching one another, not noticing Jiyong’s mood growing darker and darker as he watched the two of you.

He yelled for Seungri to get back to work. Seungri gave you a hug before running back to formation and going over the dance again. You went back to your spot and watched them finish up practice. As they finished and everyone was standing around talking and laughing, Jiyong came over and grabbed him stuff immediately.

“Let’s go,” he said gruffly. You frowned in confusion.

“Aren’t we going to hang out with the guys?” you asked as he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand.

“No. We aren’t. Now let’s go,” he said, pulling you behind him, not saying anything to the guys. You knew better than to argue with him when he was like this. You had to let him calm down first. You yelled goodbye to the guys as he dragged you out the door, following him, asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t talk to you. The two of you got to the car and he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming the door and walking around to the driver’s seat. He got in and the two of you drove home in silence, his hands tight around the steering wheel in anger.

When you arrived at your apartment, he got out and immediately headed inside, not even waiting for you.  You huffed and got out, slamming your own door as you went in behind him, slamming the apartment door shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You scream at him, sick of getting the silent treatment. He froze in his tracks before turning to look at you.

“What’s my problem? Really?” He asked, his voice growing as his anger did. “My fucking PROBLEM is you and Seungri! Where do you get off letting him touch you like that?! Huh? You’re mine (Y/N)! You belong to me! Not that fucking brat!” He yelled back.

You softened as you heard him speak. You understood now. He was jealous. He was scared. And it was adorable. You walked over to him as he was yelling at you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him mid-rant. You smiled up at him as he started to calm down.

“You have nothing to be jealous over,” you told him. “I’m all yours.”

He smiled down at you. “Damn straight I am,” he says, his hands trailing down to your ass, pulling you tight against him. “And I’m going to show you just how much your mine.”

He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he walked the two of you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed. He pulled off your clothes, before pulling off his own, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him. You loved it when he was dominant in bed, and you knew you were in for a good time tonight.

He climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily, your arms immediately wrapping around him as you kissed him back. He kissed down your jaw, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he went, leaving his mark on your skin in his wake. He kissed all the way down your body, to your sweet spot. He spread your legs, biting and sucking on your thighs, leaving dark bruises all over them before finally licking your spot. You cried out in pleasure, your back arching on the bed as your hands tightened on the sheets.

He buried his tongue inside of you, spearing you like you were being fucked, your hips rocking against his mouth in pleasure. He switched between licking inside of you to sucking on your clit, until you were at your limit. Your mind blanked as you started to tighten around his fingers, but he pulled away just before you were able to explode. You whimpered down at him as you begged him to let you release. He climbed back up your body, licking along the way up, making you squirm with need.

“Could that BRAT make you feel the way I could?” he asked, biting your earlobe as you moaned in pleasure. “Could he make you scream the way I do? Orgasm the way I do?” He kept asking, as his hands touched you, just enough to bring you pleasure, but not to let you release.

“No…no!” You screamed. “Only you, only you.” You begged.

“That’s right. Because you are MINE,” he said, pushing into you as he said the word mine. Your mind flooded with pleasure at the feel of him finally inside of you, that one movement finally pushing you over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as you clung to him. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as you came around him, his own moans echoing in the room as yours turned to whimpers. He started to move inside of you, in slow calculated thrusts. He pulled out slowly, before slamming back into you, over and over again, driving you wild.

You squirmed underneath him, wanting him to move faster, begging him to move faster, but he kept you pinned down beneath him.

“Who do you belong to,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cried out. “I belong to you.”

With that he started moving faster, letting go of your arms. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clutching to him tightly, as he thrusted inside of you frantically seeking his own release. After a few more thrusts you felt him lose his pace, getting closer to his own end, your second orgasm quickly growing as well. You pulled him down to kiss him hungrily as the two of you came together, clutching to one another as your breaths started to calm down.

He rolled off you and held you close as you tried to control your frantic heart. You smiled up at him and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you Jiyong,” you told him as you tucked your head into his shoulder. He squeezed you tight as you started to drift off, exhausted from your love making.

“I love you too (Y/N),” he said, kissing the top of your head, pulling a blanket over the both of you as you both fell asleep.


~Librarian Joon

Sorry for the delay everyone. Y’all know how crazy life can be. But here’s our first new request! I hope the anon who requested it likes it! The beginning is kinda long I know, but it kinda just wrote itself :3 Let me know what you guys think! And don’t forget to send in more requests <3

Bistre

Just a medium length arkos fluff piece. Fair warning, a decent amount of angst in the beginnings, and mentions of unhealthy relationships. So fair warning. 

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To say Pyrrha was a little sad would be the understatement of the century. It had finally happened, she had heard the words she had sincerely hoped to never hear come from Jaune towards her. The four words she had been worried about.

“I got a girlfriend!” The blonde had gleefully cheered out. He was beaming from ear to ear, like he had just won the lottery. Pyrrha felt something inside her crack, but took a deep breath. Forcing a smile to her face, she grinned and threw her arms around him in a hug, congratulating him. It was much easier to sound happy when he couldn’t see her face.

Nora offered her a sympathetic look, but also congratulated Jaune.

Now Pyrrha was rather fair minded. Honestly, she was happy for Jaune. She knew how much her partner craved a romantic partner. Ever since the dance, he had given up on pursuing Weiss. He had finally realized she was not interested in him romantically, and that it wasn’t actually just him screwing it up. He had seen past her harsh rejections to understand the rather obvious message that she wasn’t interested in him, and no approach or scheme would change the result. Apparently whatever talk he had had with Neptune had also improved Weiss’s opinion of him, especially once he no longer nagged her about a date.

Pyrrha had known that it was her chance. After he had shown up in a dress for her, she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. She hadn’t expected him to land a girlfriend so shortly after the dance though. As long as he was happy though, she would manage. She just hoped that her crush would fade eventually. She knew seeing her partner with another woman would certainly be painful.

As Jaune began to explain how the girl, Bistre, from team BICH, team Birch like the tree, had approached him and asked him to go on a date tomorrow.

One other fear had crept into her heart. Would Jaune start spending time away from his team to be with her? Would she slowly be shut out of his life and replaced with this new girl? Pyrrha wished for anything but that.

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A Fairytale Beginning (7/9)

Here it is, friends - Chapter 7! Apologies for making you wait, as always. We had a death in the family last week and had to make an emergency trip out-of-town in order to say our goodbyes in time, and the muse was rather slow for a while after that. In addition, these chapters just keep getting longer and longer! For those of you (all of you, it seems) waiting for The Ball, we’re not there yet, but we’re definitely building toward it, and you’ll still find some goodies here that I think/hope/pray you’ll like. Thanks to @i-know-how-you-kiss for being my consultant when it comes to all things ballroom.  

Find it on AO3.  Missed a chapter?  Get caught up here.

Summary:  Killian Jones, the notorious Captain Hook, has been on a quest to kill the Dark One and avenge the death of his first love for over one hundred fifty years. But when he crosses the Evil Queen, he’s magically transported to New York City, a strange land full of fascinating wonders, the foremost of which is Emma Swan, a cynical single mother with no time for fairy tales, real or imagined. A Captain Swan Enchanted AU.   (Captain Swan modern AU, Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU.  Romance & Adventure.  Rated G.)

Tags as requested: @timetravelingpotatoast, @piratesails, @storybrookeswans, @optomisticgirl, @juneqparis




Pizza, Killian soon learns, is food, which, like the sandwich he had for lunch, is hot, smothered in melted cheese, and utterly delicious.  His mouth waters in response to the aroma that hits his nose when he follows Emma and Henry into Marco’s, a little establishment housed in an aged red brick building a few blocks from their home.  The interior of the restaurant is a mixture of warm lights and cozy shadows, the walls consisting of exposed brick or wood beams, and between the happy chatter and the heady scent that hangs in the air, it’s little wonder why Henry enjoys coming here every week.

Just as it was at Granny’s, they’re warmly greeted by the owner, an wiry older man with a polished head, a short white beard, and a kind smile.  “Henry!” he says with a rich accent as he meets them at the door, “You’ve grown another inch this week!”  He glances up curiously at Killian.  “Brought a friend?”

“Marco, this is Killian,” Henry explains.  “He’s staying with us, and,” he leans closer to the old man conspiratorially, “he’s never had New York pizza before.”

Marco’s gray eyebrows go halfway to the top of his head with mock astonishment.  “Oh?”  He chuckles genially and shows them to a corner table.  “Well, we can certainly fix that.  What should I get you today?”

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i hold fate in my arms like a lover, swirl cities into the skin between its shoulderblades – their futures will settle there, and the way the lines connect between fate’s freckles will dictate salvation or damnation. bow to me, boy, for i see empires crashing like cymbals before your hands, and i see your name etched into the earth like a kiss, but without me you will never make it out of this slow town that does as it is told and only speaks in words. you, boy, you speak in immortality, but only if i cast these truths into your bones, where no scavenger can root them out.
so bow, boy. come here; come closer.
—  the prophetess speaks // abby, day 234

You Want Better? – Part 2

(DARYL X READER)

Summary: I made a second part to this because I wanted to. Sort of felt like resolving the Rick-ness of it all. Daryl and the reader begin to sneak around and see each other, they go on a run with the group and Rick confronts the reader about his feelings and the reader has to decide between Rick or Daryl. I really love jealous Daryl. Smutty Daryl x Reader Goodness.

Warnings: Smut

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You and Daryl began to sneak around regularly after the night by the campfire, neither one of you said the word, “dating,” but you both knew you didn’t want anyone but each other.

You smile at him as you both walk through the woods, side by side. He looks over at you and smiles back, taking your hand in his, as you both walked at the rear of the group. You, Daryl, Rick, Shane, Andrea, and T-Dawg were out on a run, trying to find some supplies to bring back to Hershel’s farm. Rick figured it would be a good sign of faith and it might convince Hershel to let you all stay. You were doubtful, but as you looked into Daryl’s eyes you thought to yourself that anywhere he was would be just fine with you. Whether that be on the farm or on the move again, it didn’t matter.

You snap out of your trance and look forward to see that the group had stopped at the edge of the woods, on the other side of the clearing you could make out a small town, you had arrived at your destination. As you look up toward the direction you and Daryl are walking, you see Rick put his arm in the air, putting his finger up, signaling for the group to halt.

Everyone stopped and watched Rick as he turned around with serious eyes, to give commands to his group. He looks around at everyone, putting his hands on his hips, getting ready to speak. His eyes scan the group and see you and Daryl in the very back a few feet away from everyone else, he looks down and notices that Daryl is holding your hand. He looks back up and looks in your eyes with something that looked like shock. You feel your entire body vibrate as he stared at the two of you in dismay. Does he fucking have to? You thought to yourself, trying to make yourself angry and push those old feelings for Rick away.

Rick’s eyes move to your hands intertwined again, Daryl pulls your hand toward him harder and pulls you a little closer to his side. This causes Rick to look up at Daryl, who is staring him down harshly. Rick nods to himself a little, clenches his jaw and looks away, focusing on the group ahead of you two.

“Alright, you know the drill. In and out quickly, you see a walker you do whatever you can to kill it. Let’s go in groups of three. Shane take T-Dwag and Andrea…” He pauses a little and stares back at you and Daryl, pushing emotion away from his eyes. “Daryl and Y/N, your with me.” Rick said shortly, turning his back again quickly motioning for everyone to start their descent onto the town.

You look over at Daryl, a little nervously, after that display of dominance you didn’t really know how Daryl would react. Not to mention that pesky feeling in your stomach you felt every time Rick looked at you. Daryl looked at you, noticing your worried eyes on his. He smiled softly and leaned over to kiss you gently, brushing his lips softly against yours for just a moment. You close your eyes at the feel of his lips, you could never get enough of his kisses, for a moment you forgot your worry. As his lips detach you open your eyes, smiling a little now.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be good, baby.” He said to you a low voice, leaning back down to quickly kiss you again.

Before he can pull away you reach you left-hand up the nape of his neck and to his hair, you push his head towards yours, pushing his lips into you further. He growled a little and slowly plunged his tongue into your willing mouth. You moan a little feeling his tongue inside you, suddenly feeling that familiar need for him to be all over you.

You hear someone’s throat clear and your stomach drops. Shit. You forgot where you were. You try and pull away, but Daryl snakes his right-hand up your neck and mimics your actions, pushing your head into his, not allowing you to let go just yet. He sucked and swirled around your tongue deeply, crashing his lips onto you over and over. You moan out into him again, in a trance by his actions. That fucking tongue. You thought to yourself as you melted into him.

After a minute of fucking your mouth with his tongue, Daryl finally let go, slowly backing away from you, still staring into your eyes. He is very well aware that Rick has been watching this whole time, in fact he was fucking counting on it.

You slowly open your eyes after one of the best kisses to date from Daryl and hazily look at him smiling. Daryl smirks and grabs your hand again, pulling you both back toward the town, shoulder to shoulder. Daryl looks straight into Rick’s eyes, who looks like someone had just punched him in the gut. Daryl smirks and nods his head toward Rick.

“We’re ready. Let’s go.” He said flatly.

You looked at Rick and let your eyes drop to the ground as Daryl spoke. You felt your face get hot with embarrassment but you couldn’t deny that you didn’t ever regret the way Daryl made you feel, unlike Rick.

Rick clears his throat, nods his head, and turns around walking toward the town.

Daryl looks at you and smiles cockily. You roll your eyes and place your head on his shoulder for a moment as you both walk towards town.

“You got your knife, Y/N?” Daryl asked, making sure you were prepared for the scene ahead.

You chuckle a little, taking your head off of him and using your free hand to snake to your right side and pull your favorite knife out of its holster. You grin at him and shove it back in its place.

He nods and smiles at you before turning his attention toward the task at hand. He drops your hand and looks at you as you clear the woods and feel your feet hit the tar road that lead into town.

“Stay with me at all times and be careful.” Daryl growled in a low voice, motioning for you to stay behind him.

You comply and drop behind him to flank him on his right side. You see Daryl unsling his crossbow and hold it up, using it as a scope for danger as he scans the area all around you two before starting forward on the road. You draw your knife in response, scanning the area behind you to, putting your back to Daryl’s for a moment. You turn slowly back around, hearing the heel of your boot slowly groan as you twist it into the tarred surface. You turn back around to flank Daryl, walking cautiously forward behind him.

Rick waits for you two to catch up to him and you both reach him, under the population sign, he nods to Daryl asking if he is ready, Daryl nods shortly back. Rick looks at you, looking down for a second and then looking back up at you and nods, you nod in response, trying to keep your eyes hard. Rick silently motioned you to the right side of the street, filled with houses. You can see Shane’s group making their way into the first house on the left side of the road.

Rick runs quietly up to the front door of the first house, checking the lock with his left hand, his wedding ring glistened as the sunlight hit is for a moment, blinding you a little. You laugh a little wryly to yourself at this, trying to hide it from Daryl. Rick finds the door is unlocked and he slowly opens it with his hand, pushing it open. He pushed his back to the wall beside the door for a moment, awaiting to see if anything would come out at him. Nothing. Rick walked in to the doorway of the house about three feet in, holding his gun in the air. He surveyed the space with his gun for a moment, before relaxing his hands and turning around to face you two on the street. He nods and motions to you both, telling you it is safe.

Daryl nods and starts to walk toward the door of the house, never lowering his bow. He walks right past Rick, with you a few feet behind. You follow Daryl inside and feel Rick close behind you. Daryl stops at the end of the hallway, causing you to stop shortly, Rick bumps into your back a little as you do this. He stands into you for a few seconds too long, you slowly move your feet forward a couple of steps, breaking contact. You can feel him breathing on your neck as you feel his eyes on you. You turn your head slightly, wanting to look back at him, but not allowing yourself to. Instead you turned your head back toward Daryl’s back and tried to ignore Rick’s breath on you.

Daryl looked back at you and whispered, “Stay here,” to you in a serious tone as he darted to the left, scoping out the living room. You didn’t move and neither did Rick, as if he knew what he was doing was having an effect on you. You stand in the hallway and see Daryl walk across your view again, this time toward the kitchen.

You hear Daryl’s big footsteps dart around from room to room as you feel Rick’s breath on you. Daryl walks upstairs to check the rooms on the second floor and you feel Rick step closer to you, pressing ever so slightly into your back again. You turn your head slightly, but still do not give in to his gaze. You feel his right hand come up and rub the small of your back a little, putting his lips right up next to your ear as he leaned in to you.

“I know you feel that.” He says in a low whisper, not wanting Daryl to hear.

Your breath hitches feeling his breath and his words in your ear. You say nothing. He continues to rub on you, slowly moving his hand to your side and to your stomach rubbing slightly. Your hair stands up and you get goosebumps. You feel your eyes begin to close at the feeling of him when you remind yourself what the hell was happening.

Your eyes snap open and you smack his hand away from yours. You step forward further into the hall, forcing yourself to turn around and look at Rick.

“You’re fucking married Rick, don’t.” You say sternly, trying to hold a serious gaze.

His eyes fall to the floor ashamed for a moment, before sheepishly raising his eyes with his head still hanging.

“What if I wasn’t?” He asked, staring into you.

You ignored the flip your stomach did, this was everything you had wanted from Rick for so long, since the first time you’d met him. Why did he have to do this to you now? When you finally had something good with someone? You are lost in your thoughts when you hear Daryl’s loud footsteps come crashing down the stairs. You turn back around and face Daryl, pushing all thoughts of what had just happened aside.

“Anything?” You ask him.

He shakes his head no and looks at you in relief, before heading for the kitchen.

“Come on. Let’s get to work.” He said and you all went about scavenging from room to room of the house. You repeated this pattern until you had scavenged what you could from all of the houses on your side of the street. Killing what few walkers were found in, quietly.

All three of you panted heavily as you carried your full packs full of supplies to the middle of the street, where Shane, T-Dwag, and Andrea were waiting, also carrying their heavy packs.

Rick nodded to the other group, “Let’s make our way back.” He said turning his heels and clicking his boots down the tar road and back to the woods where you came from. You all turn and follow suite. Shane catches up with Rick at the front, followed by T-Dawg and Andrea in the middle, followed by you and Daryl in the back.

Daryl slung his crossbow in place on his shoulder and began to walk down the road, staring straight ahead, concentrating on the scene, making sure he could keep you safe if anything should jump out at you. You walked side by side with Daryl, absentmindedly going over the words Rick had said to you back there.

After a while you notice Daryl staring down at you and you whip your head up quickly to give him a smile. He smiled back softly and took your hand in his again, this time with a gentle, loving touch. You stared into his eyes for a moment, lost in his perfection, he always knew how to remind you right where you wanted to be. You sighed happily and returned your gaze toward the road. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, swaying your arms, as he walked you both back home.

The walk home was quiet, no body saying too much, everyone was tired. You felt your legs groan and ache as you made your way back to the farm, through the woods. By the time you saw the farm in the distance, you were ready to kiss the ground, you had never been more happy to see the place. You tug at the heavy pack on your back and dig your heels in, focusing on the short way you had to go before you could sit.

You walk through the big meadow, trudging through the grass, as you all make your way across to Hershel’s farm. You reach Daryl’s tent first and you groan, wishing you didn’t have to trek the supplies all the way up to the house before stopping.

Daryl stops and drops your hand, he looks at you, “Give me that.” He said nodding to your backpack. You nod and swing the bag off your shoulders, you bring it over to Daryl’s open hand and he grabs it. You sigh in relief, finally feeling free. He slugs the bag easily over his other shoulder, placing it next to the strap of his crossbow, as he carries his bag on the opposite shoulder. He adjusts, making sure the load he carries is evenly weighted.

You stare up at him gratefully as you catch your breath. He leans down and kisses you shortly on the forehead, before returning to his stance.

“Why don’t you go rest a bit. I’ll bring this stuff up.” He says nodding his head up, almost commanding you.

You smile smally, he knew you well, you nod in agreement.

“Thanks, Baby.” You say sweetly and reach up, putting both your hands on the sides of his face before pulling his lips onto yours for a short kiss.

“Hurry back.” You say with a devilish grin.

He smirks with lust forming in his eyes. He nods again, this time more urgently, and licks his lips.

“I will.” He says, moving the bags around on his shoulders one more time before turning and walking towards the house, lugging your pack along with his. You stared at his big, muscular arms and broad back as you watched him walk off. Your eyes trace down his back to his great ass, you bite your lip and sigh in frustration.

Your body reminds you how tired you are and you slump toward Daryl’s tent, a place you had been spending most of your nights, and when you could most your days. You walk into his tent and begin to unbutton your jeans, you wiggle out of them, kicking them away to the corner. You unclasp your bra under your shirt and pull the straps out one by one, arm by arm, before reaching under your shirt and pulling the bra out and off of you. You smile at the feeling of freedom. You yawn and stare at Daryl’s sleeping bad and pillow, you notice Daryl’s poncho next to the makeshift bed and smile, you walk over to it and pull off your shirt, leaving you nearly naked. You pick up the poncho and pull it over your naked breasts. You giggled to yourself as you imagined Daryl’s reaction when he came back.

You crawled under the sleeping bag, pulling the cover up over your body. You snuggled into the pillow moaning a little as you enjoyed the feeling of the soft feathers under your head. You loved the warmth and comfort of the bed and Daryl’s fabric draped over your body. You couldn’t wait until you felt his arms around you again. You smiled at the thought, drifting off to sleep.

—–

You awaken sometime around dusk, seeing the light is starting to slowly fade, through the tent’s fabric. You feel an arm wrapped around you as you slept on your side, toward the inner fold of the sleeping bag, wrapped in Daryl’s poncho. You feel Daryl’s body pressed against your back in the sleeping bag with you. You smile sleepily and moan out stretching your arms up. You turn your body around to lay on your back while Daryl’s hand slips over to rest its palm on your stomach, in response. You pull the blanket slightly away from your body, only leaving your lower half covered.

You look up at him, noticing he is awake and looking down at you with his hand propped up on his shoulder, resting on his side. He looks at you with a smile, his hand rubs over your stomach slowly, over his poncho. He looks you up and down a few times, finding your eyes again, smirking.

“You look so fucking good in my poncho, Y/N.” He said, looking down at your half naked body. You feel his bare foot and one of his legs, trapped inside his jeans, come up to the bare skin on your thighs. He rubs his leg onto yours and his feet graze down your naked calves. His hand traces down your stomach to your hips, and down your thigh. He growls feeling your bare skin under his touch. He trails his hand back up you, sliding this time slightly over your core, before returning to your stomach. He plunges his hand under his poncho and up your skin until he reaches your bare breasts. He uses his one hand to massage the right one roughly and then the left one.

“Yes!” You cry out to him, shooting your head back, loving the feeling of his touch on your naked body.

Your hips arch up a little as he caresses you roughly under the fabric.

“So ready for me.” He says, as he watches your hips thrust up and down at the feel of his hands on you. His hands move back down to your stomach and rub around your navel a few times and then moves to the side of your right hip, rubbing it roughly, causing you to arch up into his hand again. He smiles watching you love the pressure he was putting onto you. He watched you writhe in pleasure, with your eyes closed on the pillow. He moved his hand slowly to your stomach again and slowly rubbed his palm across the waistline of your panties.

“Daryl!” You cry out, feeling yourself getting wetter for him with every touch. You ached for his hand to move just a few inches further, you ached for him in every way. You cry out to him again and then you feel his palm move down, fingers first, down your core. He pushes pressure into you as he moves his hand down, making you feel so good. You buck your hips into his hand, holding yourself into him hard, his palm slightly pushed up and down your clit for a moment before moving down slightly. You feel his index and middle finger move to the side of your panties and tug them over, allowing him access to you. You open your legs to his fingers and moan as he slowly pumps those two fingers inside you, slowly pumping into you.

“Baby, that feels so good!” You commend him and his fingers thrust into you further and faster.

He looks down at you as his fingers fuck you, you writhe into his hand, with your eyes closed and biting your lip, trying not to scream.

“Go ahead darlin. I don’t care if anyone hears us. Do you?” He asks in a husky tone, wanting to hear you scream out for him.

You stop for a moment, seeing Rick’s face in your head, you push it away and force your eyes open, locking them on the man who made you feel so good. You being to feel his pleasure again as you stare into his eyes, you shake your head no and put your hands on his face, pulling his lips into yours for a short rough kiss. You let go, but he pushes his head back into yours and roughly slams his tongue back into your mouth sucking on it harshly. He detaches with meaning, staring down at you.

“I want you to scream my name. Make sure everyone knows who makes you feel so good.” He says fucking you with his eyes.

You nod in agreement feeling yourself building as his fingers fuck into you harshly.

“Oh yeah!” You cry out, not trying to stifle yourself anymore.

He smirks at your volume and thrusts a third finger inside you, pumping into you, pushing his thumb up and around your clit, putting pressure on it as he swirled around it.

“Daryl! Don’t stop!” You cry out and bounce your body up and down on his fingers. You hear him growl in response to watching your body fuck him, under his poncho. He gets harder every time you cry out loudly to his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” He said thrusting into you faster and faster, hitting your clit with his thumb. He swirled and pushed around your clit, slamming his fingers inside you with intensity. You rock your hips harder and harder into him and his thumb puts more pressure on your clit each time you slam up into him. You thrust and thrust over and over, feeling him hit your spot every time, your hips begin to slam up into him wildly as you feel yourself ready, you swirl your hips a little, rocking them back and forth into his thumb, hard, faster and faster.

“Oh, Fuck!!!” You cry out. You feel yourself hit your climax as you thrust up into his thumb on your clit, and hold yourself there pushing into his hand as hard as you could. He moves the back of his palm back up to your core and slowly rubs up and down, hard, making you enjoy your high even more. You scream out his name again as he does this, prolonging your high, “Daryl!” You cry out in shock and in pleasure, rocking into his hand a few more times before dropping your hips, feeling yourself in a haze.

Daryl keeps his hand over your core for a moment longer, feeling you pulsating in pleasure underneath his touch. He looks up from his hand, to your eyes. You stare at him happily and sleepily smile.

“Nice wake up call.” You say to him and caress the side of his face.

He smirks and growls, “Yeah, like you weren’t expecting anything.” He says slowly reach his hand up from your core and pulling the hem of his poncho up your skin, until he can see the bottom of your bare breasts. He growls at the sight, looking back into your eyes, this time serious with lust.

“It was a present for you.” You say sweetly, smiling at him, loving the way he looked at your body.

“About time I unwrap it then.” He says looking down, while slightly tracing his index finger along the bottom of your breasts, one at a time. You moan at the sensation and nod to him.

He licks his lips, while tracing your skin, and looks back into your eyes. You stare at him with urgency, wanting to feel him all over you. He looks back down and slowly moves his index finger in between your breasts and hooks the fabric, slowly pulling it up. He drudges it up over your breasts, exposing your aroused nipples, and then up your collar bone and to your neck. You sit up a little allowing him to pull it over your head. It falls slightly behind your head, still resting on the pillow. You position your exposed body back down over the pillow and the poncho. Daryl’s hand comes down on your cheek and then rubs its way slowly down your neck to your right breast, he cups it greedily, groaning in pleasure as he rubbed and swirled his palm around it. His fingers came up every so often to flick your nipple, causing you to cry out for him, “Daryl!”

“Yeah baby, you tell them who makes you feel so good.” He says in low approval as he crashes his mouth back onto yours, moving his hand over to your left breasts and starting in on that one. You cry out his name into his mouth again as he swirls around your erratic tongue, he finds it and sucks on it for a moment, slowing your motion, he swirls his tongue slowly around yours over and over again, with tremendous pressure, while his hand pleasured both of your breasts, rubbing on them, harshly.

You arch up into him and writhe under his touch, massaging your hands into his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder. He groans and exists your mouth, beginning to lick and swirl his tongue down your neck and to your collarbone. He stopped for a moment and lifted up his body, swinging one leg over your hip, and straddling you. You felt his hard cock pulsating against your stomach as you watched him lean down, putting both of his hands on the sides of your face, he crashes his lips back to your neck, roughly sucking and swirling his mouth around your skin and down to your left breast. He swirled around the soft tissue and took in your nipple, slowly sucking on it as he moaned, “Mmmm…” He growled into your skin, making you grind your hips up into his and cry out in pleasure.

He took the nipple and began to swirl his tongue around it faster and faster as you called out to him, pushing his head into your body.

“Oh yes!” You cry out, rocking your hips underneath him. You feel yourself get wetter and he moves his attention and tongue over to your other breast, treating it with just as much attention. He sucked on your nipple slowly and swirled around it, before sucking up and around your entire breast. Moaning and groaning in delight as his tongue pleasured you.

“Baby…” You plead as you rub your hands down his clothed back, until you find the hem of his shirt, you pull it up as far as you can and groan a little.

He lifts his lips from your breasts after another flick of your nipple, he sits up and slides out of your finger. He smiles down at you, grind his hips into you a little as he reaches down and pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. His huge, bare arms push themselves to the ground by your naked sides and you slide your hands up them and down to caress his gorgeous chest. You bite your lip a little, loving the feeling of him on your hands. You  rub up and down, reaching lower with every pass downward. You reach the button of his jeans and you rub the skin right above it, rocking your hips up into him. You unbutton the metal and look up at him with pleading eyes.

He growled looking at you lowly, suddenly he stands up, ripping the rest of the sleeping bag blanket off of you both and throwing it fulling open on the ground. He stands up, straight on top of you, he smirked as you watched him in awe. Your eyes wander down his beautiful bare chest, down his stomach, and to his jeans. You watch as he unzips the zipper slowly and wiggles his hips down, his big cock popped out as he carefully guided it out of the zipper with one of his hands. He leaned his head back a little as he took himself in his hands. Once his dick was free he moved his hands back to tug the fabric down, with one quick swoop, he kicks out of them and kicked them behind him.

He smiled down at you lustfully as he watched you stare at him, frozen in arousal. He takes his huge dick into his hands again, using his feet he kicks your legs apart and kneels down in between them. He holds his cock in his hand and lines it up to your core. He looks up at you and you are playing you’re your breasts, massaging them with your hands, absentmindedly, waiting to feel him in side you.

He looks back down and drudges the tip of his cock up and down, slightly inside your folds.

“So wet.” He growled to himself and ran himself up and down you once more before slowly pushing his huge cock inside you, filling you as far as he could go. Your hips arch up as he fills you and your cry out in pleasure, “Fuck Yes!”

He pumps a little into you when he cannot push himself in any further. You bounce up in response, moaning at the sensation, “Yes.” You whimper and he pulls out and repeats himself, pushing himself back into you, filling you slowly, and then pumping into you harshly.

“Daryl…” You moan out to yourself as you massage yourself, closing your eyes feeling the full sensation of his cock filling you and making you feel so good.

“Fuck, Y/N! You look so good riding my cock.” He says licking lips staring down at you moaning as he pumps into you.

You nod, keeping your eyes closed, moaning in pleasure.

He begins to fuck you harder, slamming his cock harshly in and out of you, making your body bounce up and down faster and faster. He groaned as he watched your breasts bounce up and down under your roaming hands, as he fucking you.

“Oh yeah! Just like that, Daryl!” You cry out, arching your hips down into his, needing to feel even more of him. You grind up into him and clench your pussy over his cock, crying out at the sensation.

“Fuck!” He groans, feeling you tighten around him.

He moves his hands to the sides of your hips, grabbing them roughly, thrusting himself even harder into you. He moves your legs up and wraps them around his waist, as he thrusts even further into you, pumping shortly into you after filling you.


“Oh fuck, Baby!” You cry out in pure ecstasy, shooting your head back and arching your hips up into him, nearly pushing your ass off the ground completely.

“Damn!” Daryl growled, grabbing the sides of your ass with his hands, before your body could fall back down. He held your body in the air, grabbing your ass, and thrusting you into him. One of his hands, grapsed your ass check harshly and smacked it a few times, making you moan in pleasure. His hands grabbed you by the ass as he slammed into you harder and harder.

All you felt was him filling you in every way possible, you bounced in happiness, feeling him slam into your core and hit your clit putting pressure on it.

“Yes! There!” You cry out and he begins to hit you long and hard over your clit as his hands slam your hips into his, with so much pressure you thought you might break. He pumps into you and your clit over and over, faster and faster until your fingers grasp and grip your breasts tighter. He thrusts a few more times, deeply over you, grinding into you as hard as he could.

You feel yourself rising to your high as he thrusts into you, so fucking good. He ground his hips and his cock so hard into you, you ground your hips back into his harshly in return. Bouncing on his cock, until he hit you one last time, grinding into your clit and filling you to the brim.

“Oh, fuck yes!! Oh, Daryl! Yes!!” You cry out to him louder than you should, but you didn’t care. You clench your pussy around him as you cum hard. You ride his cock, feeling every moment of your high intensified.

He groans and smacks your ass again, feeling him cum around you.

“Fuck yes, baby. Cum for me.” He says and thrusts into you roughly, making you bounce up and down again.

“Cum inside me, baby.” You say, breathlessly, moving your hands down to rub over your stomach for a moment before bracing them to your sides, on the ground. You put your palms down on the ground and helped keep your body arched up in the air, the way he liked it.

He smacks your ass again and bites his lip as he starts thrusting into you harsh and wild. He hips rock back and forth on their own accord, changing their rhythm from slow and long, to fast and short, his hips would slam in and out and then swirl around to hit your sweet spot again, as he put as much pressure into you as he could.

He slammed into you faster and faster, swirling his hips every so often, loving the pressure he felt. His breath got heavy and erratic and his hips wildly began to buck as he cried out and came inside you.

“Oh, Fuck Yeah!!” He cries out, watching his body fuck you and feeling himself cum all over inside your warm body. You clench your pussy around his a few times as he cums, which makes him whimper in ecstasy. He thrusts into you slowly a few more times until he pushes back as far as he can go and holds himself there. Feeling his cock pulsating as he rides his climax out.

He lets you fall to the ground and he crashes on top of you, his cock still inside you. You reach your hands down to him and he takes them. He pulls out of you and falls back on top of your body, his face coming up near yours. Your hands are intertwined together and pushed out to the sides of the bed.

He moves his face up and over your own and stares down at you, breathing heavily still. He smiles and leans down, plunging his tongue slowly into your mouth, swirling around you with painstaking passion. You moan into him and squeeze his hands into yours harder.

He pulls his lips away from you for a moment, leaning his head back to stare back down at you.

“That was fucking amazing,” He said smiling and crashed his lips back down to devour yours.

—–

You awoke early the next morning feeling so peaceful and relaxed. You looked up at Daryl’s as you lay on his chest, looking at the man who made you feel nothing but good all night long. You sigh and lay back down on his chest, listening to the sound of him breathing in and out peacefully as he sleeps. You lay there for a little while, watching through the tent walls as the sun began to creep up into the sky. You hear Hershel’s chickens pecking somewhere in the distance and the horses neighing, morning was here.

You slink out of the sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Daryl, he never got the rest he should, you wanted him to stay asleep if possible. You slowly creep around the tent, grabbing your underwear and clothes, quietly trying to dress yourself. You successfully get everything on and put on your socks and boots. You grab a couple of empty water bottles that are on the floor of the tent, in the corner, and unzip the tent, stepping outside.

You breathe in the crisp, cool morning air, you see the slight dew that built up on the meadow grass overnight, as the sun beams begin to shine done on them. You smile at the beautiful scene in front of you. You don’t remember a time ever being happier or more satisfied than right at this moment. You stand there for a moment with the water bottles in your hanging hands, just taking in the moment. Visions of Daryl flood through your mind. His smile, his laugh, the way he bit his lip when he was nervous, the way he made you feel so good with every part of him.

You feel the bottle tops in your fingertips and remember what you were doing. You began to walk toward the drinking well that was to the back of the barn, across the road and on the backside of the farm. You creep your way quietly around tent city, not wanting to disturb anyone, everyone was still asleep, except for Dale who was perched a top his van, on guard duty. He nodded down to you hello. You smiled and waved at him, continuing on your way. You loop around to the back of the barn, walking the few extra feet to the well. You pump the handles a few times and open it, water starts spewing out. You quickly unscrew the first bottle top off and shove the bottle under the rushing stream. You tighten the lid back in it when you are finished and repeat your actions with the second bottle, filling it to the brim and tightening the cap. You slam the handle back down, stopping the water, and smile to yourself as you tighten your grip on both water bottles, putting one back in each hand.

You turn to walk back toward the front of the barn and back to Daryl’s tent. Your eyes snap over to someone standing against the barn staring at you, it was Rick. “Shit!” You gasp shocked and stop in your tracks, heart pounding.

“You scared the shit out of me, Rick!” You say startled.

Rick pushed his back off the back of the barn and lowered his heel that was resting on the wall. He stared straight at you, with his hands on his hips. He looked at you darkly, with a tinge of anger in his eyes. You stood there trying not to feel the flips that involuntarily went around in your stomach as you stared into his eyes. You gripped the water bottles tighter in your hands and focused on remaining guarded for this conversation.

“What are you doing up so early?” You ask, trying to sound casually.

Rick nodded his head down and sighed, “Couldn’t sleep.” He said looking up at you with tense eyes.

“That’s too bad.” You reply, shifted the weight on your feet awkwardly, hearing the gravel crunch underneath your shoe. You look down, not sure what else to say.

“Well, I better be-“ You start, but are interrupted.

“What are you doin’, Y/N?” Rick asked, tilting his head and looking sideways at you.

“What?” You ask, peering at him questioningly.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. What are doin’… with him?” Rick asks, his voice is gruff and throaty, as he emphasizes his words.

You shake the hair away from your face a little and stare at him, “What does it matter to you? I’m just having a little fun. I like Daryl.” You say sincerely.

You watch as Rick takes a step back and run his hands over his face for a moment. And then suddenly he is striding towards you. He wraps one arm around your waist and snakes the other up your back to your neck. Before you know what is happening his lips are on yours, he harshly pushes his tongue into your mouth, through your teeth. Your mouth remained mostly closed to him, in shock. Your hands drop the water bottles to the floor and you reach them quickly up to Rick’s chest, pushing him away and out of your mouth. You push him again, this time more angrily.

“What the hell Rick!?!” You cry out a little too loudly, you shush your voice down to an angry growl before continuing, not wanting anyone else to hear the commotion.

“You can’t do that! Or have you conveniently forgotten about Lori?” You continue, staring at him your body full of anger. What made him think he could just take you whenever he wanted, you were not playing this game with him. You thought to yourself angrily.

Rick put his hands on his hips again and looked down at the ground, nodding, he looked back up and peered into her eyes.

“I want you Y/N. I don’t know what happened, but seeing you with Daryl… It made it clear just how bad…” He says, not breaking eye contact. He stays in place, not wanting to elicit an angry reaction from you again.

You take a deep breath, taking in this man’s words. For so long this was all you had ever wanted, but things were different. Your stomach was doing flips as you entertained the idea for a moment. And then your thoughts turned to Daryl smiling at you, that sparkle in his eye when he really laughed. You thought about Daryl’s mouth on yours and how much you loved his kisses. You thought about the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world. Your mind wandered as you thought of this man, the man you wanted as yours, this wasn’t just fun, this was something better. You thought to yourself. You looked back into Rick’s eyes and smiled a small smile.

“Rick. I admit there was a time when I would have loved to hear those words. But now… I’ve moved on, ya know?” You say feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Because of him??” He asked gritting his teeth.

“Yeah.” You smile to yourself, looking at the ground, “Because of him.”

He looked angrily at you and at the ground, nodding, trying to take your words in.

You pick up the water bottles that are on the ground and begin to walk past him, back to the front of the barn, and across the road into Daryl’s arms.

As you walked past Rick, he grabbed your arm harshly, you thrashed a little trying to break his contact.

“Get off me!” You cry out. But, he just holds you in place.

He looks into your eyes with a look of angry desperation, “We had somethin’ Y/N! I know we did!” He pleads to you.

You continue to try and get his hand off your arm.

“What did we have but a few lousy sideways glances and looks? Besides me hanging on your every word and watching you want me but stay with her? What did we have?” You ask him sarcastically and angrily.

“Let me go, Rick. Go home to your wife.” You spit.

He doesn’t let go of your arm, in fact he grips it tighter after hearing your words. You cry out a little in pain. He stands there staring at you as if frozen in rage.

“You best do what she says…” You hear Daryls low voice as he strides into view from the other sside of the barn. His arms swing full of purpose as he stares into Rick’s eyes.

Rick pushes your arm down and puts his hands up in the air.

“I don’t want any trouble.” Ricks says staring at Daryl.

Daryl growled a little in reaction, “Didn’t sound that way to me.” He says circling over toward you.

You rub your arm where Rick had placed such much pressure on, it would definitely leave a bruise. You pout to yourself in your pain and look over, relief washing over you as you watched Daryl making his way to you. He walks up to you and looks you in the eye, concerned.

“You alright?” He asks you softly.

You sigh and grumble, “Yeah.” You say in response, shooting Rick a pissed off look.

Daryl turned around to face Rick again, pushing his chest slightly into Rick’s getting inches away from Rick’s face. Rick’s jaw tightens, he says nothing just stares back, waiting for whatever Daryl had to say.

“I catch you so much as lookin’ at her again? You’ll be sorry.” He says simply, pushing his face closer to Rick’s slightly, puffing out his chest, before backing away.

Rick nods and stares at the ground.

Daryl turns sideways and looks at you, holding out his hand. You grab it gratefully and intertwine your fingers with his. He pulls you past Rick, slightly bumping Rick’s shoulder as he does. He walks you across to the side of the barn he had originally emerged from.

He stops and slightly pushes you into the wall of the barn, his big hand in the middle of your chest.

“Are you alright?” He asks again, without Rick’s presence.

You look at him, your eyes softening, “Yeah. Thank You.” You say caressing the side of his face with your right-hand.

He nods a little and licks his lips, a look of worry in his eyes. “I heard you when you screamed. I thought… And then I heard what he said to you…. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to think. I’m glad you’re alright.” He says softly and looks gratefully into your eyes.

He had heard you tell Rick off and that she wanted only him. Daryl stared at you completely in awe that a woman like her would ever want someone like him. He pulled the hair from your eyes, to get a better very of you. He pulled you in for a short kiss. You grab his face and pull his lips into yours a few more times before allowing him to detach.

“I love you Daryl.” You say as his lips exit you. You stare sincerely into his eyes, surprising even yourself as the words fell from your lips.

His eyes open and he smiles shyly at you, dropping his head, he looks up at you with eyes that pierce your soul. You feel a sense of electricity hit you hard as he stared at you. He pushed his lips onto yours and passionately dives his tongue in and around yours, bringing his hands to the sides of your face, swirling around your mouth for a minute, before detaching and looking into your eyes again.

“I love ya too.” Daryl says playfully and crashes his tongue back into your mouth, devouring you again.

Your breathing is heavy and you feel the urge to touch him anywhere you can again. Your hands come up and caress his back, pulling him into you as you rub.

He groans into your mouth. Detaches his lips suddenly, giving you only one more quick peck before stepping back, his hand still in yours. He nods his head sideways.

“Let’s go.” He says simply, with that look in his eyes again.

You began to get excited and felt a rush through your body as you let him pull you away, back down the hill and to Daryl’s home. When you were both back inside the tent you excitedly crashed into his body, wrapping your arms back around his and taking his mouth in for another long, sweet kiss.

You sigh happily to yourself, as you enjoy this feeling. He made you so damn happy and now everyone could know it. He was hers and she was his. You moan blissfully into his mouth as his fingers began to race up around the small of your back, underneath your shirt. His fingers on your bare skin felt heavenly. Hell, everything about what they created together felt that way. And Y/N intended to enjoy every minute of it. You sigh as he picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist, before laying you down on the makeshift bed.

You pull away to look into his eyes again, “Don’t ever stop loving on me.” You say staring at him in pure want.

He smiles at you and licks his lips, “That’s the plan…” He says lowly, raising his eyebrow, as he pushes his tongue back into your mouth for another passionate kiss. One of many, many more to come…

find the sun (DQ & CS and Henry family fluff)

for @coaldustcanary, hope you’re feeling better today. This got much longer than I intended, but turned out sweet. I hope you like it. 

Absolute fluff where Mal, Regina and Henry go on a sail with Emma and Killian. DQ fussing, CS thinking about adopting. The first time Emma starts calling Maleficent, Mal. 

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                                             ADELE 25 LYRICS MEME

Hello

“I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet”
“They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing”
“I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet”
“I must have called a thousand times to tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done”
“At least I can say that I’ve tried”
“I’m sorry for breaking your heart”
“It’s so typical of me to talk about myself, I’m sorry”
“Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?”
“It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore”

Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

“This was all you, none of it me”
“You told me you were ready”
“I’m giving you up”
“You set me free”
“Send my love to your new lover”
“We both know we ain’t kids no more”
“You couldn’t keep up, you were falling down”
“If you’re ready, I am ready”

I Miss You

“I want every single piece of you”
“I want to teach you things you never knew baby”
“Then kiss me back to life to see your body standing over me”
“I miss you when the lights go out” 
“Pull me in hold me tight don’t let go”
“I love the way your body moves”
“No one has me like you do baby”
“Be delicate with my ego”
“We play so dirty in the dark”

When We Were Young

“Everybody loves the things you do”
“Everybody here is watching you”
“You’re like a dream come true”
“Can I have a moment before I go?”
“My God, this reminds me of when we were young”
“Let me photograph you in this light”
“We were sad of getting old”
“It was just like a movie”
“I was so scared to face my fears”
“Nobody told me that you’d be here”
“That’s what you said, when you left me”
“A part of me keeps holding on"
“I guess I still care”
“Do you still care?”

Remedy

“This ain’t easy it’s not meant to be”
“No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you”
“When the world seems so cruel and your heart makes you feel like a fool, I promise you will see I will be your remedy”
“Your love, it is my truth“
“And I will always love you”

Water Under the Bridge

“If you’re not the one for me then how come I can bring you to your knees”
“If you’re not the one for me why do I hate the idea of being free?”
“If I’m not the one for you, you’ve gotta stop holding me the way you do”
“I want you to be my keeper but not if you are so reckless”
“If you’re gonna let me down, let me down gently”
“Don’t pretend that you don’t want me”
“What are you waiting for?”
“And who are you hiding from?”
“Have I ever asked for much?”
“The only thing that I want is your love”

River Lea

“I need to learn to lighten up and learn how to be young”
“I’m scared to death if I let you in that you’ll see I’m just a fake”
“I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain”
“I should probably tell you now before it’s way too late”
“I never meant to hurt you or lie straight to your face”
“I’d rather say it now in case I never get the chance”

Love in the Dark

“Take your eyes off of me so I can leave”
“I’m far too ashamed to do it with you watching me”
“I can’t stay this time cause I don’t love you anymore”
“Don’t come any closer”
“I’m being cruel to be kind”
“I can’t love you in the dark”
“It feels like we’re oceans apart”
“You have given me something that I can’t live without”
“I don’t want to carry on like everything is fine”
“The longer we ignore it all the more that we will fight”
“ I’m trying to be brave”
“Stop asking me to stay”
“I don’t regret a thing”
“It is the world to me that you are in my life”
“I want to live and not just survive”
“I don’t think you can save me”

Million Years Ago

“I only wanted to have fun”
“Deep down I must have always known that this would be inevitable”
“I know I’m not the only one who regrets the things they’ve done”
“Sometimes I just feel it’s only me who can’t stand the reflection that they see”
“I feel like my life is flashing by”
“They can’t look me in the eye it’s like they’re scared of me”

All I Ask

“Why don’t we just play pretend”
“Look, don’t get me wrong, I know there is no tomorrow”
“If this is my last night with you hold me like I’m more than just a friend”
“Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do”
“What if I never love again?”
“I don’t need your honesty”
“I’m sure my eyes, they speak for me”
“No one knows me like you do”
“Let this be the way we remember us”
“I ain’t asking for forgiveness”

Sweetest Devotion

“We can break every law”
“There is something in your loving that tears down my walls”
“I weren’t ready then, I’m ready now”
“You will only be eternally the one that I belong to”
“Come whatever I’ll be yours all along”
“I’ve been looking for you, baby, in every face that I’ve ever known”
“There is something about the way you love me that finally feels like home”
“You’re the right kind of madness”

—BONUS—

Can’t Let Go

“I have loved you all my life”
“I gave you everything you never gave me”
“I never lied and I never faked it”
“This love, it ain’t over yet”
“Did you find the note that I wrote?”
“It was hard to write with a lump in my throat”
“What was I thinking, I gave you everything”
“Sometimes I feel like I’m in the dark”
“Hope you know, I won’t let go”

Lay Me Down

“I would never lie to you unless you tell me to”
“The words don’t come out right when you’re right in front of me”
“You can read my mind, be it truth or lies”
“Lie down beside me”

Why Do You Love Me

“How do you keep me coming back for more?”
“I can’t decide if I should run and hide”
“Your love drives me crazy”
“I want you to love me”
“Who knows why I love you”
“I spend every single moment daydreaming of you”
“I can’t describe how I feel, it feels right”
“You have a place in my heart that will always be yours”

The Surrogate Part 1

I stalk around my bathroom nervously waiting for the results of the pregnancy test I just took. If it’s positive that means I’ll finally be a surrogate. I’ve always fantasized about being pregnant but I never actually wanted a baby so surrogacy seemed like the perfect answer. It’s taking awhile but I finally found a couple, a very rich one, who needed my services. Over a month ago I was artificially insemination and now it’s time to find out if it took.

I close my eyes and pick up the test, drawing my courage I open my eyes. Positive, it’s positive. I sit on the edge of the tub letting it sink in before pulling out my phone and dial the number of the father first. As it rings I put my hand on my flat belly, imagining it round with this couples child. “Hello,” he answers. “Jake? It’s Sara. I have some good news. You’re going to have a baby!” I tell him excitedly unable to contain myself. “Are you serious? That’s amazing! I have to call Eve and tell her!” he says in a rush. “Oh! Of course, I’ll let you go,” I tell him. “Thank you so much. You have no idea how happy you’ve made us,” he marvels before hanging up. I wait a moment before dialing the doctor next to set up an appointment. I can’t wait until I’m showing.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

I’m in the waiting room waiting for Jake and Eve so he can go in for an ultrasound, I’m 20 weeks now, halfway and with twins to my surprise. Just as the nurse is calling out my name Jake rushes in looking very handsome, “I’m so sorry I’m late! Eve isn’t gonna make it this time, she’s out of town for the week.” He helps me up and put a hand on my lower back as we walk down the hall. The nurse excuses herself saying the tech will be here soon. “How are you feeling,” Jake asks as I lay down on the bed and pull up my maternity shirt revealing my twin bump. “I’m great, we’re all great.” I tell him as I put a hand on my belly. “May I?” he asks, staring at my swollen belly. I nod my head and he reaches down to gently caress my belly. “I can’t believe there’s two of them in there,” he says wonder as his hand moves in a circle on my belly. I giggle, “I can. They move and kick enough for four.” He glances over at me, surprised, “You can feel them kick?” I laugh, my belly bouncing slightly, “All the time. Here.” I grab his hand and put it on my lower belly, pressing it firmly against me. We wait for a moment and then there’s a small kick. I smile wide, “That’s your baby.” His eyes widen as I stare at him and the kicks continue. The tech walks in and breaks the spell.

After the appointment Jake asks if I want to see the work they’ve done on the nursery so far, I accept and follow him to his big house in the nicest neighbor in town. He helps me out and we walk inside and upstairs to a cute neutral nursery. I walk over to a crib and feel the blanket on the rail, “This is cute. I’m sure the babies will love it.” I look around the room and then settle down into the rocking chair picturing the family in here. I put a hand on my belly as I rock back and forth. “Would you mind if I..” Jake says staring at my belly again. “Oh of course not. They are your babies,” I laugh. He kneels down in front of me and puts both hands on my belly, “I always wanted to get Eve pregnant. I was so disappointed every time the tests were negative. But you came along and got pregnant on the first try. So fertile and now so round with my babies. I didn’t realize I’d be so attracted to you with my babies inside you.” My eyes get wide at the end, did he really just say that. I don’t know what to say so I just sit there as he pushes up my shirt so feel my bare belly again. He takes a few moments rubbing all over my belly before pushing my skirt up slowly.

“Jake w-we can’t. Your wife,” I stutter nervously. He shakes his head, “She knows.” He’s pushing the skirt up my thighs now, I stare at him in shock but I don’t stop him. He parts my legs with a slight touch and starts to caress my inner thighs. I squirm, feeling myself getting soaking wet for this man on his knees in front of me. He slowly gets closer and then finally he starts to rub my pussy through my panties. I sigh and flex my hips giving away my desire. “You look so beautiful carrying my children, how can I not want you?” He says as he pushes my panties aside. I lay my head back as he pushes his finger inside of me, feeling how tight I am from months of loneliness. He pushes another finger in and starts to work them in and out. His other hand roams to my belly and breasts as he picks up his pace now, making me moan. It’s been so long that I feel myself getting close to cumming but he notices and removes his fingers, “Not yet baby.”

He takes my hands and pull me up, leading me to the middle of the room and undressing me before gesturing for me to kneel on the rug. He gets behind me, gently pushes me so I’m on my hands and knees naked in front of him. He starts to kneed and spank my ass lightly and I hear him fumble with his belt and jeans. I barely have time to think before he starts to rub the head of his cock at my opening. He grabbed my hips roughly and pushed himself into me. I involuntarily gasped at the fullness and surprise of how big he is. He gives me a moment to get use to his size, reaching down and caressing my hanging belly. After I get adjusted I slide forward on his cock and then push myself down so my ass is pressed against him. The third time he grabs my hips again and start to fuck me faster, my pace was not quick enough for him. I moan as he starts to get a fast rhythm going, I know I’m not going to last long. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, my back arched and my ass against him. He starts to rub my belly again, then my breasts. He plays with my nipples and tugs at them, keeping his punishing pace. I start to cry out as I squeeze his cum hard, cumming around it. He doesn’t quit though, he keeps going until finally he grunts and pours himself into my already pregnant pussy.

We’re laying on the plush rug in the nursery cuddling. My head on his chest and my belly pressed against me, I’m tired after our fun. “So your wife knows what?” I question him. “I’ve told her how I’m attracted to you and she understood. You have my children in there, how could I not want you? She agreed I could have you all I want before you give birth. Even said you could move into the guest room and give birth here. We can have all the fun we want.” I’m stunned into silence, not knowing what to say. He gives me a moment and then hops up. “Let me at least show you the reason,” he says offering his hand. After a second I grab it and he hauls me up. I move to grab my clothes, “Oh no, stay naked. You look so beautiful.” He tugs my hand and I follow him down the hall to a gorgeous bedroom suite. He pulls me into the bed and I fall asleep in his arms.

ONE WEEK LATER

I’ve decided stay on a trial basis, until his wife comes home tomorrow and I can really see if this is real. So I’m taking a bath in the guest bathroom. The water barely covers my belly as I relax in the big tub. I have a few candles lit and some music playing, I hear footsteps in the bedroom. I assume it’s Jake but it’s a bit early for him to be home. “Wow your belly is looking bigger since 2 weeks ago.” I hear. I startle and glance at the door, Eve is standing there staring at me. “Oh no, I didn’t know you’d be home today. I’m sorry.” I apologize grabbing a towel. “No it’s okay. I said you’re welcome to stay here and I meant it.” She tells me and we end up having a heart to heart and deciding I would stay.

5 MONTHS LATER

I wake with Jake’s arm wrapped around my belly. I carefully move it and sneak out of bed. I head downstairs for breakfast, Eve cooks every morning. “Good morning,” I say grabbing some juice and sitting at the bar. Morning! How are you feeling?“ She asks. “Ohh I felt crampy all night. I’m not sure if it was anything but I really hope it’s the start of something.” I explain. We are all so ready for the twins to come and we’re prepared for our home birth. She laughs and goes around to stand next to me, rubbing my huge belly. She returns to cooking and Jake makes his way downstairs half asleep. He makes him a coffee and sits next to me, rubbing my belly like his wife. We all eat breakfast together and Jake goes off to work. Eve and I decide to take a walk, halfway through I start having real painful contractions and we decide to head back. We have to stop several times so I can pant through the pain leaning against Eve for support. We finally make it home and Eve decides to call Jake and have him come back home while head upstairs and strip my clothes off before putting on a black bikini top. I go to the tub and start running a bath while I put my hair up. The big tub fills up as I decide to light the many candles in the bathroom and turn of the lights so everything is bathed in the candlelight. I get out my phone to start timing the contraction, only six minutes apart. The tub is full and I ease into the warm water. Eve comes in with a arm full of towels and supplies, “Jake is on his way home and the bedroom is ready if you wanna give birth in there.” I can tell how excited she is to see her babies born. She sits on the side of the tub and rubs my belly looming above the water. My belly hardens under her hand, a contraction gripping me and making me breath heavily. I hear footsteps running up the stairs, Jake is back. He rushes in and takes in the sight of me laboring in the tub and his wife with her hand on my belly before joining her at my side.

After a few hours the contractions are close together and lasting longer, so intense that I can’t help but moan loudly. We’ve refilled the tub multiple times so the water is warm but it doesn’t seem to help the pain anymore. I shift uncomfortably as a pressure builds inside of me during a contraction. Once it ends the pressure is still there, I move so I’m on my knees by the far side of the tub. Once the next contraction hits I feel the water between my thighs change temperature, getting a little bit warmer than the rest of the water. “I think my water broke,” I whimper as the contraction continues. Without the sac I can feel the head pressing against my cervix, trying to move through. The pain is worse now and I forget all of my breathing techniques I learned. The contractions are right on top of each other now, not giving me a break. Jake climbs in the tub with me as Eve starts to set up her camera, sensing that the birth is near. Jake rubs my inner thigh while I put one hand on the tub and one hand on his shoulder. The baby feels so low and heavy now while the second baby is kicking away. Jake whispers in my ear how well I’m doing when I feel the head start to push through my cervix and a intense pressure urging me to push. I resist though letting my body push the baby down through my birth canal, trying to save my energy. Jake notices my pussy starting to bulge and slips two fingers inside of me, “It’s right there, you’re ready to push. Come on baby.” He doesn’t move his fingers, keeping them there touching the baby’s head. I give into the urge and finally push. It’s almost orgasmic to be actively trying to move the baby down now. My bulge is growing, the head right at my opening now. I grunt as I bear down, pushing Jake’s fingers out. They both watch as a small opening begins to form, I pant trying to take a break before pushing again. The opening grows with every push and my pussy starts to stretch around the head. I lean back against the tub making more room for the emerging head. I scream as I push the widest part of the head out. I have to stop and rest, the pain is unbearable, I try to gather strength while Eve starts taking pictures of the head prying my pussy open. “You are doing so well baby,” Jake tells me as he rubs the top of the head, “the head is almost out.” I take a deep breathe and give a big push. The head pops out suddenly making us all gasp. Eve reaches in the water and rubs the head while it hangs out of me before checking the neck. She nods and I wait for the next contraction while the shoulders turn inside of me. I groan as a contraction starts to build and at the peak of it I bear down, pushing the shoulders out one at a time. Jake grabs the baby and pulls it out of me. “It’s a boy!” he exclaims as he takes the baby out of the water. He and Eve marvel over him as he begins to cry. I watch the little family before realizing I still have another baby to push out.

The Trucker

As promised, here’s post #1 of some behind the scenes stuff.  So here’s the first original character to pop up that wasn’t alluded to before the video.  Many guesses were had to what his name might be, but no one quite hit the mark.  His name?

“Rooster”

(Original sketch on the Right, Refined version on the Left.)

The funniest part is that the little egg/chicken fella under the hat that you’ve all seen was a complete and total misunderstanding.

My concept art had that picture of the egg-chicken on the top left with the arrow pointing at the hat.  I meant for that to be the logo on Rooster’s trucker hat which I wasn’t entirely sure about keeping.  I handed the sketch over to Isaiah to start animating the scenes he was in.  When we got the shots back from him, we saw the shot where Rooster gets scared to the point of his hat flying off, upon which you can see the little egg fella under it, bugging out like Rooster is.  I was like, “..wait no, that wasn’t an actual chicken, that was just his hat logo.”

Everyone just sort of looked at each other and I was like “…screw it, I like it better like this, let’s roll with it.”

To be fair, it would have made more sense to just.. you know.. draw the logo on the hat.  But hey, new animal buddy!

I think we’re rolling with the name Lil’ Sunny for the guy.  He keeps Rooster from falling asleep during the long, boring drives.

(Animatic Sketches)

(Test colors before arriving at the final version you see in the video)


(Rooster’s Truck)

The idea was that Rooster drives a truck filled with breakfast goods (like eggs, sandwiches, pancakes, hash browns, the such).  Hence the egg/chicken logo and general color scheme of being like a nice warm morning.

There’s something…. strangely familiar with that color scheme though….

I can’t quite put my finger on it… it seems…. nah its probably nothing.

(Backgrounds involving Rooster)

In this bottom Background, you can make out what should be the town everyone lives in.

I think I’m going with the name,

Tempo, Texas

And that’s all there is about to say about this for now.

Next up, puppies.

I just thought of a way to spread complete Depression™ and the idea is,,,, what if one time Sportacus goes to save Robbie (like usual) but this time, because he is late or some other inconvenience gets in the way, he doesn’t save him in time. This creates major problems for Robbie, his anxiety levels go through the roof and he has physical issues too (from Sport not saving him in time.)
Because Sportacus had never really experienced failure that bad before, he constantly blamed himself for it and cried when Robbie was in a bad state in the hospital. Robbie eventually finds out about Sportacus’ hidden grief over the incident, and tries to comfort him. The first time Robbie ever ignored his hatred for Sport and they get used to each other and interact without any ‘i’ll make you move out of town!!’ business. They become more open and then Robbie makes the very awkward move to become boyfriends and Sport says yes. Robbo is very happy about that and he’s a little bit more cheerful and less miserable around everyone.

I didn’t say it was all going to be Depression™ did I? ;)