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The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)

Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.

Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most. 

(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )

Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼

Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh


I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. 
So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. 
I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. 
Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.

“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.

“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.

“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.

I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.

“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.

“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.

I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.

“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.

She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.

“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”


“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.


The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.

“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.

“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.

“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.

“No sleep?” Glenn asks.

“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.

“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.

“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.

“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.

“Gun?” I request.

“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.

I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.

“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.

“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.

“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.

“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.

“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”

“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”

“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.

We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.

Make a move, damnit! Make a move!

“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.

I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.

“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.

“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.

What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.

“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.

Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.

“Hey Daryl?” I say.

“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.

“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.

“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.

“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.

Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”

“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.

“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.

Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.

Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.

“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.

Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.

“Turn around,” he instructs.

I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.

“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.

Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.

“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.

“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.

“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.

I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”

Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.

However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.

“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.

“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.

“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.

“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.

“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.

“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.

“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.

“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.

And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.

“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.

“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.

“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”

“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.

“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.

“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”

I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.

I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.

“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.

“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.

“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”

“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.

“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.

“You sure?” Rick asks.

“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.

“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.

The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.

“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.

“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.

“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”

“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.

“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”

“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.

When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.

“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.

“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.

“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.

The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.

“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.

“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.

“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.

“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.

“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”

“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.

“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.

“Who’s he with?”

“He went by himself.”

The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?

“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”

“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”

A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.

Fandom Fic Rec Days: Bagginshield WIP Edition

Let’s begin with @stasiaonline’s “Unexpected Music", even though it’s not going to be a WIP much longer - two chapters to go!!!! *sobs* It’s a rockstar!Thorin/chemistry professor!Bilbo AU with an complex and enjoyable storyline, wonderful characters, trauma, drama, romance, smut, humor, international intrigue, and a whole lot of FANTASTIC cooking. Seriously, I’ve gotten some great recipes from the notes on this thing! Most impressive of all is how Stasia updates this beast (over 118 easy-to-absorb-length chapters so far) EVERY. SINGLE. SATURDAY. I’ve been following this story for over a year now and she hasn’t missed ONE WEEKEND. So if you are looking for a great story that is heading down the homestretch towards its finale, head on over to AO3 and hit that “subscribe” button, baby.

Next up, another nearly-finished-WIP - @determamfidd’s epic “Sansûkh” (and I’m not throwing the term “epic” around lightly here). It’s not exactly a fix-it, since the events of “The Hobbit” and “Lord of the Rings” are not so much altered as enlarged upon, but OH LORD it fixes so much. While at the same time breaking your heart into a thousand, thousand pieces. I have never cried over any fic as hard as I have over this one. (That’s a selling point, btw.) This is the fic that sold me on Gigolas, but the agony and ecstasy of Bilbo and Thorin’s relationship is what holds my heart in thrall. So many people have been moved to create art, music, costumes, and more by this story, and for good reason - it’s in a class by itself. AND it’s got a chapter count now! 45 down, 5 to go!

Another modern AU now - “Dust in the Road,” the sequel to the amazing “A Remover of Obstacles”, by MistakenMagic (alas I do not think she has a tumblr). You should definitely read “Obstacle” first - Thorin doing yoga! Genderbent Fili! Incredibly well-done and therefore harrowing portrayals of PTSD! Unicorn footie PJs! Service dogs! Phone sex! AND MORE. Just…read the tags carefully, there are some potentially triggering scenes in later chapters (well-flagged though). Anyway “Dust in the Road” is The Continuing Saga, missing scenes, that sort of thing.

Finally, @bilboo‘s “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” - a WWII AU. The AO3 summary says it best: At the eve of the second World War, Lieutenant Colonel Thorin Durin sends his young nephews - his only remaining family - to live safely in the countryside. Fili and Kili end up staying with Bilbo Baggins, in his cozy little house virtually in the middle of nowhere. The boys and their Uncle exchange letters, the soldier understandably worried about how they’re being treated, and soon, Bilbo sees it fit to start adding little messages of his own - unbeknownst to him, Thorin begins cherishing those almost as much as his nephews’ words. Epistolary fiction! Long-distance pining! GREAT STUFF.

And that’s it for the Bagginshield WIPs that are currently lighting up my life! Next up: Johnsquared WIPs.

It has been made apparent that people want to get better at the classpect thing

I really won’t go at lengths on how I interpret things, but I will hook you up with a bit of a study guide
Recommended reading!

This is pretty solid for starting to grasp aspects

Dahni, the Witch of Light
Dahni has a big post for each aspect that has a brief, but fair and informative description of the personalities of each class in that aspect
Just look up “Dahni” and an aspect and you’d surely find it
While I would argue against certain class and aspect interpretations, these posts are incredibly solid groundwork and just a really good foundation to understand how classes and aspects interact
This would also be useful to read:

This blog is the PRIME resource. It’s literally just classpect reblogs. Everything is tagged and pretty much every classpect will have no less than 5 or so entries.
It’s an amazing index and just great for getting multiple viewpoints and all conveniently on one blog!

Sylph of Hope analysis
Sylph of Hope is arguably one of the best classpect blogs out there. All of her posts are clear and concise, expanding over personality, progression, general land ideas, and a power.
They are fantastic oversight!
But a note, she has a looong list, so if she hasn’t concocted a post for that classpect I am positive you will see it one day

Me :D
Naaah just kidding
Seriously though, I do in-depth classpect powers, fraymotifs, and land analysis. Just to help spark ideas

To get into classpects you need to first define classes and aspects. When you understand them independently you can understand how they function together for an actual classpect.
Look around! See what other people think! There are a looot of classpect blogs, you should see what they have to say about the matter. Remember, nobody’s word is law, but there iiis common and logical theory

Remember, you can always find new ways of looking at things!
You’ll always be a bit iffy on certain things. Your classpect makes you naturally stronger with some things and not as strong with others and that is alright!
Just try your best :)

Something To Talk About, a Kuvira/Lin fanfiction.

 Hello there,

This story was inspired by my friend hatters-art fantastic comic, which I strongly advise you to go check out right now.
It’s dedicated to her as well, because she has the very best Kuvin headcanons, and also because she’s such a wonderful person overall. ♥

Seriously, though, this is just pure, unadulterated crack, but I hope you like it nonetheless!
Be a peach and leave a review, maybe?

Have a fun read!

Summary: Five times Lin and Kuvira got caught, and one time they didn’t- or did they?

Pairing: Kuvira/Lin

Rating: M.

Words: 2’686.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish these characters were mine, they still aren’t.

Read here on, and here on AO3.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi, I saw that you were taking Hollence prompts, thank you so very much you lovely person. Could you please write a short fic about Laura and Danny getting ready to meet the child they will be adopting?

Your wish is my command! This one’s for you, hollence shippers! :D 

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God–” 

“Laura, breathe.” 

I can’t breathe, Danny, our lives are about to change forever! Assuming they don’t change their minds or something.” 

“Laura, they loved us. The woman called us ‘God’s gift to parenting’. We’ll be fine.”

Laura stopped pacing back and forth in the small playroom sitting on the chair next to her wife. “What if she doesn’t like us, Danny? I mean, that could happen. She could just not like us.” 

Danny smiled, taking her hand. “Why would she not like us?” 

“I don’t know–why would she?” 

“Do you want me to answer that, because having your wife answer it is kind of biased, don’t you think?” 

Laura lays her head against Danny’s upper arm; she’s too for her shoulder. “I don’t care.” 

“Well…first  of all, I am sure our daughter will appreciate all of the sweets that will be around the house.” Danny put an arm around Laura, kissing the top of her head. “She’ll get to brag to her friends all about how her mom is a cool journalist. You’ll watch all of her Disney movies and enjoy them just as much as her.” 

Laura takes Danny’s hand. “What about you?” 

“Well, I already know I’ll be a fantastic mom.” 

Laura looks at her. “…Kidding, Laura. Seriously.” 

“You’re right though,” Laura answers. One hand held Danny’s, and the other went to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I always thought you’d make an amazing mom, Danny. You make everyone you care about feel so loved, you know? And you’d always make sure she was safe, and make sure she read all of the best books. As long as I get to show her Harry Potter. That’s my deal.”

Danny laughs. “Alright, I’ll leave it to–” 

The door to the playroom opens. Laura sits up straight in her seat. The older woman walked in, with a child holding her hand. 

“Emma, this is Laura and Danny. Mrs. Hollis, Mrs. Lawrence, this is Emma.” 

She was beautiful. She looked up at the two women curiously, lips slightly pursed. “Hi,” she says shyly, wigging her fingers in greeting before looking away. 

Danny, who had been so calm and collected just moments before, now looked on the verge of tears. 

“Danny, are you alright?” Laura whispers. 

Danny gets up from her seat. “I’m fine,” she said, smiling. She kneels to look at Emma. “I’m just so happy to meet you, Emma. I’m Danny, and my wife and I would like to take you home today.”  

Laura scrambles to her feet and waves. “Uh…hi,” she squeaks. 

Emma looks at Laura. “…You mean, like, forever?” 


A grin spreads across her face. She runs at Laura and wraps her arms around her legs, holding her tight. 

“Wow, someone shorter than me!” Laura says, laughing. Danny looks at the social worker. 

“Can we fill out the paperwork now? We want to bring her home as soon as possible.” 


I can’t believe she fell asleep,” Laura whispers in the car. 

“Laura, she’s five. And she had a pretty eventful day.” 

“I know, but…I just want to get to know our daughter already.” 

Danny smiles. Our daughter. 

Hey, enjoy it. This is probably the last peace and quiet we’ll get in, well, probably thirteen years.” 

There’s a red light. Laura leans in and gives Danny a kiss. “I guess you’re right.” Laura looks back at Emma, sleeping peacefully in the back seat. “…She looks kind of like you, doesn’t she? Your eyes. And my hair color, But she definitely takes after you.” 

“Laura, honey, she shares literally no genes with either of us.” 

“I guess we’re lucky, then.” 

Danny looks back at Emma, too. “Yeah. I guess we are. 

One Shot - Someone to Save You

So, this was interesting to write. An anon requested a fic to the OneRepublic song ‘Someone to Save You’ and I wasn’t quite sure what to do, and then I mashed it with another request an anon had back in November. Sorry it took so long and I hope you (the two anons + everyone else of course) are not disappointed and like this 😊

Someone to Save You

It wasn’t exactly the kind of weather he had wished her for her birthday party. It wasn’t raining but there was a thunderstorm in the air, the distant sound of thunder a constant noise in the background, the air muggy and thick and hot like it was an invisible wall, and it felt like something was boiling around them, something inevitable. It had to be the kiss though,  because that’s what he was planning to do: kissing her. Once, twice, over and over again until it wouldn’t feel anymore like he had suppressed kisses for the last year and a half.

18, the magic number. He had waited and waited for her to turn 18, had spent hundreds of nights thinking about her but not going too far. His brother had always made fun of Val because he apparently had no patience whatsoever – oh Maks had no idea. Val was the master of patience. He had had so many opportunities to kiss her: during rehearsal, the times they had been alone in his apartment, during dinner, hours they had spent together, hours they could have used otherwise. But Val had waited, like the gentleman his mother had taught him to be, and now, finally, it was over. She was about to turn legal. She was about to become his girlfriend.

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Preacher -“He Gone”

So just to recap: 

  • Eugene is still in hell 
  • Root has no idea where his son is 
  • The angels are still agonizing over getting Genesis back 
  • That poor girl was shot by Eugene 
  • Baby!Tulip was carted away 
  • Baby!Jesse watched his dad die and thought it was his fault 
  • Tulip’s love is seriously being tested
  • Emily put her trust in Jesse and had it thrown back in her face
  • Cass burned for Jesse and where the fuck is he now???
  • Jesse HATES himself 

Literally no one is happy right now.  

Honestly though, what just guts me is how much faith everyone has in Jesse. Obviously he’s the protagonist, but “He Gone” really showcases how much everything revolves around him, not just in the rippling consequences of his actions, but in everyone’s love

Tulip - in her fantastic characterization - has turned the “waiting for your husband” trope on its head, where she’s waiting for Jesse to turn back into the man she once knew, the one that ONLY had her, the two of them “until the end of the world.” Yet Jesse has other people now, and he’s given Tulip every reason to abandon him… but she’s still there

Emily continues to love Jesse, though at the dinner table she says straight out for the first time that she simply believes in him. She might want his love, but she doesn’t need it to support him (which is frankly a HUGE and important thing), despite how much Jesse might not deserve that support right now. 

And Cass (god Cass) freaking laid himself out at Jesse’s feet this episode. His dialogue wasn’t just telling, it was a FREAKING NEON SIGN. Every couple lines it’s, “Jesse is my friend,” “we’re best mates,” “let me help you,” “how can I help?”, “I’m not judging you” - Jesse literally sent a boy to hell and Cass is just there, solid as a rock, ready to help him pick up the pieces. Sure, no doubt a lot of that non-judgment stems from the hypocrisy of his own problems (neatly laid out in a self-criticizing speech), but the rest reads as pure devotion. Cass is standing by Jesse to an astonishing degree, to the point where he steps into the sun and let’s him decide his FATE. Cass won’t judge Jesse, but he’s very willing to let Jesse judge him. 

As much as this still hurts (I’m very attached to fictional characters, okay lol) we can really see the foundation being built here. The one that’s going to bring them all together for a religious road trip of massive proportions. Jesse finally starts showing the remorse that I honestly think was always there. “God’s will”? Bullshit. Jesse looked horrified after Eugene fell, before he forced himself to rein it all in. We see him not only asking for help (THIS. This is fucking progress for this boy!) from the two he told to stay away (Fiore and DeBlanc), but also pulling up the floorboards to try and reach Eugene, an achingly illogical action that just screams desperation. Regret. Here Odin is, trying to knock down the church, and Jesse is pulling up the floorboards himself for Eugene. His actions are speaking louder than his words, and it’s about damn time. Tulip and Cass will eventually see that - get the proof that they, like the viewer, need: that Jesse does care, that he’s trying, that all of this is stemming from an abusive childhood and an very warped perception of how to be “good.” Once Tulip realizes that it’s not just the two of them anymore, when Emily accepts the man that’s been thrown off his pedestal, when Cass is both accepted by Jesse and realizes that he’s worth something all on his own… things will come together. They’re all going to see what we’re just seeing now and they’ll continue to help him, because this whole damn group is devoted to Jesse Custer. 

When Jesse actually accepts that help, they’re gonna be unstoppable

One Night Stand

Anon: Imagine idea… Dillon’s one night stand turns out to be Shawn’s long time crush. 

Lips smashed together in a drunken fashion as a pair of teenagers stumbled into a random bedroom at Taylor’s house. It was yet another one of his famous parties raging on a Friday night. You had found Dillon on the dance floor after Taylor himself insisted you give the booze a try. You didn’t like drinking much but it had been a rough week so you allowed yourself some which ended up being a bit too much for your small stature. After a while Dillon had pressed his lips to yours and the want of companionship was enough for you to follow him upstairs. Hands removed clothes and you found yourself marveling at his chest as he kissed your neck. The whole night was a drunken blur when the rest of your clothes came off and you were on the bed fighting for dominance.

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When morning arrived you squinted your eyes at the blinding sun that assaulted your eyes. You always regretted the morning after you drank…Rolling yourself over you found a naked Dillon next to you his arm around your waist. An odd feeling made its way into your chest as you stared at him sleeping. You were pretty sure it was guilt. Like last night shouldn’t have happened just because your week was rough and you felt like you needed someone. You lay back down and pulled your phone out of the pocket of your shorts that still lay on the floor. There were ten missed calls from Shawn and four new voice mails. More guilt crawled into your chest and you shook Dillon beside you. “Dillon…” You say as he turned over on his other side trying to ignore you. “Dillon wake up…I need you to drive me home.” You say. He moans in response and pulls his pillow over his head.


“Can’t you get Taylor to do it? Why are you yelling?” He groaned into the pillow. What a gentleman.

“I’m not yelling we’re hungover…whatever, I’ll see you later.” You mutter pulling on your clothes about to step out of the room.

“Y/n, wait!” Dillon called out as you were about to leave.

“What?” You turn around slowly.

“Thanks for last night.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes smiling slightly but walked out of the room to find Taylor. As you walked downstairs to search his large house your phone started to buzz again. It was Shawn.

“Hey.” You answer quietly sitting on the steps.

“Y/n! Where did you go last night I was worried like crazy! Why weren’t you answering your phone?” Shawn shouted into the phone sounding scared as ever. You wince with discontent at his volume.

“God, I’m so sorry Shawn I should’ve found you…” You mumble your apology. “I got kinda drunk and decided to stay over at Taylor’s.” You explained.

“Oh.” He replied. “You should’ve found me I would’ve taken you home.”

“My parents would’ve killed me if they saw I was drunk.” You excused yourself. You felt like you let Shawn down.

“You could’ve stayed at my place…” He mumbled barely audible. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear that or not.

“Why don’t we meet up this afternoon?” You offer in hopes of making it up to him.

“Yeah sure.” He perked up. “I told Dillon we should hang this morning but after that I’m free?” He offered.

“I’ll see you at your house around two.” You smile and hang up going to find Taylor to drive you home.

**Following Dillon**

After sleeping for another good hour he sat up and put on his boxers and found a pair of Taylor’s sweatpants to borrow. It was nice to have a good one night stand every once in a while and it only made it that much better to Dillon if it was with someone as gorgeous as y/n. He ran a hand through his hair realizing he was supposed to meet Shawn in a half hour at Caribou Cafe. He walked out of the room and ran into Taylor in the hall.

“Dude! Did you seriously fuck y/n, last night?” Taylor asked. Dillon smiled a little embarrassed at the question.

“Yeah, not like there were any strings attached though.” He said defensively.

“Well first of all, how was it?”

“How do you think? It was fucking fantastic.” He said bluntly.

“Secondly, are you blind?” Taylor asked profoundly. Dillon responded with a confused look. “Dude, Shawn has had a thing for y/n for, for freaking ever. Have you not seen his little doe eyed expression whenever he sees her?”

“What? I didn’t know that! Besides does she even like him like that?”

“I don’t know, girls are confusing man but she might have. If Shawn finds out I don’t know what would happen…”

“He can’t hurt me.” Dillon protested. It was true Shawn was much to sweet to really hurt anybody.

“I know that. I mean to him. He’d be crushed man.” Taylor said obviously. “I don’t know, you should try an fix this though.” He finished as his girlfriend, Jenna, comes out of his bedroom her hair in a messy bun wearing her underwear and his sweatshirt only. She squealed at the sight of him.

“Taylor come back to bed…” She jumped on him wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Babe it’s already eleven.” Taylor remarked.

“Who said we were going to sleep?” She smiled like a fox and Taylor’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, I’m going to go fix this so I don’t have to listen to this…” Dillon said running a hand through his hair going out to his car with his clothes. Before starting up the car he shot a text to you asking if you had talked to Shawn yet today.

Yeah, you had typed back.

Did you…tell him about last night?

No, why?

After that Dillon stopped replying. He walked into Caribou Cafe nervously tapping his fingers together as he searched for Shawn.

“Dillon!” He heard his name called out and turned to see Shawn at a table already sitting with an individual pot of mint tea and a mug.

“Hey man…” Dillon said running his hand through his hair nervously taking a seat. “How’s it going?”

“Good, I think. Have you heard from y/n lately she’s been acting sort of strange…?” Shawn replied softly.

“Yeah about y/n….I…I did see her last night. Listen man…I’m only telling you this because I want to make sure you don’t hear it from anybody else. I may have…gotten drunk and stupid with y/n last night…” Dillon said the guilt still not leaving his shoulders.

“You what?! With y/n?! You know I’ve been in love with her for like a year and half now right?!” Shawn yelled.

“I know man, listen it didn’t mean anything we just-”

“Shawn?” All of a sudden y/n was standing next to their table.

**Following you**

You had been in line at caribou cafe to order a vanilla macchiato-something you had long ago found to be the perfect hang over cure. After you had gotten and paid for your drink you heard the recognizable voice.

“You what?! With y/n?! You know I’ve been in love with her for like a year and a half now!” It was Shawn. He…loved you? That was actually a strong explanation for the way he acted around you. He was a dork but the most adorable dork on the planet. And now the most adorable dork on the planet that loved you. If he didn’t now hate you for hooking up with Dillon…

“Shawn?” You asked walking over to him and-Dillon…

“Oh my God…” His face flushed to an extremely pale color.

“Dillon can I talk to Shawn alone for a moment?” You ask awkwardly.

“Yeah…I should go. I’m really sorry, man.” Dillon walked out of the cafe and you took his seat across from Shawn who was staring at you in disbelief.

“Um…you love me?” You asked eyes shining.

“Well…yeah. You’re the most beautiful thing to have walked this Earth who wouldn’t be? Clearly no one can resist you…” Shawn muttered the last part still a little bitter about Dillon’s hooking up with you the previous night.  

“You still love me even after I accidentally hooked up with Dillon? You don’t hate me?” You choke out.

“I could never hate you, y/n.” Shawn insisted. “Who doesn’t get drunk and stupid from time to time? Why are you-”

“Because if you’re willing maybe we should give it a try.” You interrupt hands sweating heart racing. A smile grew on his face as you nervously grinned also.

“I’d like that.”

Sorry for the sucky ending!!

TMNT Fic: Weathering the Storm

TITLE: Weathering the Storm
FANDOM: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ( turtle-sketches‘s verse)
MAIN CHARACTERS: Michelangelo and Donatello
GENRE: Hurt/Comfort and Family
SUMMARY: They’ve all had storms they had to pass through in their lives, but Mikey is just about to find out how rocky this one is. 
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a gift fic/motivation bribing story for turtle-sketches, who’s comics and drawings just give me life. Seriously, you need to see the their drawings and the story lines. It’s fantastic. I borrowed the turtles from her universe so all of the mentioned characters, such as May, Mabel, and Bonnie, all belong to turtle-sketches. She wanted some Mikey and Donnie bonding and until I started writing, I didn’t know how much I needed it too. :D Enjoy! Beta’d by turtle-sketches


The week had started off pleasant. It was their yearly trip to the farmhouse, which Casey graciously let them borrow even though he and April weren’t coming that year. In fact, this trip was considerately lighter than years past. Splinter had decided he wanted to stay home this spring, and enjoy the quiet of the lair while his sons were gone. Of course, nobody dared mentioned that a certain lady friend had started coming by more and more. They just smiled brightly.

May wanted to spend some mommy-daughter time with Mabel before the new baby was born and Bonnie had already made plans with some of her friends, so Leo decided that they would make it a retreat for just the four brothers, away from the distractions of the city and the harsh winter they had experienced. Their leader had made side-eyes at Donnie when he said this, who was too preoccupied with packing to notice. Mikey had to admit, Donnie had seemed a little down lately, but refused to tell him what the matter was. It was the only reason he didn’t baulk at the thought of a whole week away from his girls. Maybe this trip would bring Donnie back to his old self, or at very least, enlighten Mikey to why his brother was acting so strange.

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