Kimimaro sat beside her with his mussed-up hair and his shirt falling off his shoulder. With a surge of fondness, Sakura scooted closer to him and pulled his shirt back up. “I can’t believe two girls could fluster you this badly. You’re supposed to be a badass. Last of your clan, killer Kaguya, you know…” - From Chapter 27 of Marrow
Commission by the fantastic @jbadgr!! Whose art I am so profoundly in love with oh my god just look at it justlooookkkk
Summary: They have an old beat up Thunderbird convertible, twelve thousand dollars between them, and no destination in mind. This could very much be the worst decision both of them have ever made.
So I know it’s been way over a month, but I’ve been super busy with university and I’m finding it hard to keep up with my school work, so obviously that’s my main priority right now. I’m trying really hard to update but I just want to ask you to be patient with me and don’t expect me to be churning out chapter after chapter like I did in the summer. It would really help me if y'all were patient and didn’t comment asking me to update. I know, I know, I sound so ungrateful right now. I don’t mean to. I appreciate every single one of your comments/reviews. I just need a little time in between updates to do my school work is all. Thank you so much for continuing to be awesome readers! And enough with the complaining, y'all are probably peeing with excitement right now. Peace.
“Morning, baby,” Sergio said warmly, leaning over the counter to get a kiss, but being met with the whip of my hair.
“It’s one in the afternoon,” I stated, walking out of the kitchen and away from him.
“Oh,” he laughed as he looked at the clock, “did I really sleep that long?” I rolled my eyes as I took a seat in front of my laptop. He seemed oblivious to my mood.
“What did you have for breakfast, baby? You think you could make me something?”
Unbelievable, I thought, but remained silent. “Babe?” he called out, walking over to where I was. “You have a bad morning or something?” I continued to type fiercely and focus on the screen in front of me, ignoring him entirely as he sat beside me. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” he cooed, his slick hand creeping up my thigh while his lips curled into a smirk.
“Are you joking?” I shouted, yanking my leg away and smacking his hand. “You’re such an ass.” He followed me as I stomped towards the bedroom.
“What the hell did I do?” he yelled after me. “What is wrong with you?”
“Me?” I turned around and spat. “You’re the idiot who stayed out until five in the morning and slept through our appointment with the wedding planner.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, “that was today?”
“Yup, 9 AM. Been booked for weeks.”
“Well, why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Oh gee,” I laughed sarcastically, “if only I had thought of that. I tried about a dozen times but you just kept rolling over.”
“I mean, you could have gone by yourself,” he scoffed. I gave him a look of disbelief and shook my head.
“So, what? You just don’t care what goes on with our wedding?”
“That’s not what I said, Y/N,” he answered irritatedly.
“You may as well have,” I countered. “I can’t believe you. I was really excited for today and I must have reminded you about a million times. You promised me.”
“What do you want me to say? I messed up, okay? But we can just set up another meeting. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.” I hurled the pillow that was in my hands towards him, aiming exceptionally well and knocking him in the head.
“You know what? You’re an ass for staying out so late. You’re an ass for missing the appointment. And you’re an ass for arguing instead of just apologizing. But for ‘not understanding’ why I would be upset, that just makes you really selfish. Don’t bother making another appointment, I’m not sure we’ll need it.” With that, I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in.
“Y/N, Y/N, come on. Open the door, please,” Sergio shouted from the other side as he rattled the doorknob.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I grumbled, taking a seat on the sink.
“Fair enough, but will you just listen?” I contemplated momentarily, but realized I didn’t really have any other option.
“Fine,” I sighed. “I’ll open the door, but you’re not allowed to come in yet.” Reaching over, I undid the lock and pulled the door open, revealing a pitiful looking Sergio. He inched closer, but as directed, stopped at the doorway.
“I’m sorry that I missed the appointment this morning. I really am. I know you were looking forward to it and I should have made it a priority,” he shrugged meekly. I remained unimpressed, fiddling mindlessly with the bottle of lotion I had sat next to.
“I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about the wedding or about you or about us. It’s not that at all. I can’t wait to marry you, Y/N. But all the details and stuff, the flowers and light and music or whatever. I don’t give that stuff any thought. I just want you in a white dress walking to me, that’s all I picture in my head. I thought I did my job just by getting a ring on your finger,” he laughed, “but if you want me to be more involved, then I will. I love you, and I want to make you happy.”
I sat up straight before nodding him over. “Still mad?” he asked, resting his hands on my waist.
“No, I guess not,” I sighed. “I just want this to be our wedding, you know? I know there’s a lot of details you don’t really care about, but you promised yo—“
“Shh, I know. I know. You’re right. I did promise. And I’m going to keep my promise. I’ll call and make another appointment right now. And from now on, I’ll help you pick colors and food and whatever else we need for our wedding. We’ll make it perfect. Ok?”
I nodded and finally gave him the kiss he had been looking for earlier. “Thank you.”
Anonymous: Can I ask for a Daryl imagine where he sees for the first time
his girlfriend with makeup on and wearing a sexy dress that she found during a run?
^^ It can be fluff or smut as you like…
Gunpowder and Lace
“Oh man, I’m so excited.” Maggie was practically bouncing on
Glenn laughed. “Just calm down. Remember to stay alert.”
“I know.” She rolled her eyes. “But how often do we get to
raid a mall?”
“I’m excited, too.” You admit. “I want to find a Bath and
Body works. No offense to Sasha and her homemade stuff, but I want some vanilla-scented
soap up in this bitch!” You laugh.
“Mmm, I like that.” Daryl said, smiling and kissing your
“Gross.” Glenn said.
“Really?” You look at him. “You two, the King and Queen of
PDA, are going to have the nerve to say something about us?”
Glenn just rolled his eyes and you all laugh. “OK, let’s do
this.” He and Abraham pried open the front doors and you all piled inside. Rick
had wanted the mall to be a six-person job, because of the large area and the
possibility of hundreds of walkers, so you, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, Abe, and
Rosita had set out early that morning in order to scavenge the whole thing by
“Let’s split up. We’ll go in pairs and cover different
areas.” Glenn assigned you and Daryl to the upper right half of the mall, and
you set off in that direction while the others got their assignments.
“Stay close.” Daryl said as you enter the first store. There’s
a walker behind the counter that Daryl takes care of quickly with his crossbow,
and you begin looking around for anything useful.
It was a clothing store, so you start grabbing a few
versatile shirts and pairs of pants and throwing them in the duffel bag. “We
don’t need a lot of new clothes right now, but it’ll be nice to have the
option.” You say. “We need shoes, though. We don’t want anyone wearing theirs
out during the winter and run the risk of them going without for a while.”
Daryl nods and you move to the next store. This continues
for several shops; you scavenge what you need or want and leave everything else
untouched. When you reach the middle of the mall where the escalators were, you
look down to see Abraham and Rosita standing at the bottom talking—and a walker
sneaking up on Abe. “I got it.” Daryl said, raising his bow.
“No, I got it.” You say, and launch yourself down the escalator,
sliding sideways down the railway. You slam your boots into the side of the
walker at full speed, knocking it to the ground.
“Oh shit.” Abraham says, jumping back and pulling Rosita out
of the way.
Without missing a beat, you stab the walker in the head and
look up in time to see another coming out of the shadows next to the escalator.
You swing your foot around and connect it with the ankle of the other walker,
knocking it to the ground before stabbing it, too.
“Did you see that shit!” Daryl yelled from the top of the
escalator. “That’s my girl! Tough as nails! Made from gunpowder and lead, not
any of that frilly, girly shit!”
You force a smile. “Thanks.” You say, though the comment
made you a little upset. “Hey, Abe, do you want to trade places with me for a
little bit? I want to talk to Rosita about something.”
Abraham laughed and said, “Lady gossip? Sure. Count me out.”
He started climbing the escalator. “It’s you and me now, buddy!” He called up
to Daryl, who just shrugged and turned around to keep scavenging.
“What’d you want to talk about?” Rosita asked.
“Nothing, sorry.” You say. “I just didn’t like Daryl’s ‘girly
shit’ comment and now I want to look for something without him seeing.”
“Look for what? I can help.”
You shrug. “I just didn’t like it cause I worry he doesn’t
see me as a woman, you know? Half of the time I’m covered in dirt, and I always
wear the same unflattering outfit. I just want to know that he sees me as an
attractive, sexy woman, you know?”
Rosita nodded. “I get you.” Then she lowered her voice. “I
saw a Victoria’s Secret a few stores down. Should we go raid it for some
make-up and something a little frilly?”
“Oh, definitely.” You ran off after her, trying to suppress your
“Will you just come out of there already?” Daryl said,
sighing loud enough for you to hear him through the door. “You told me to come
up to the bedroom at 7, and you’ve already been up here since 4.” It was the
day after your mall raid and you couldn’t wait any longer before showing off
your find from VS, so you had spent most of the day doing your hair and make-up
and had told Daryl to come up promptly at 7 for a surprise. It was now 7:30 and
he was getting impatient. “Please just come out. I want to see my surprise.”
“Just give me another minute.” You step back and examine
yourself in the mirror.
You had let your hair air-dry from the shower, fluffing and
playing with it every few minutes as it did in order to maximize its natural curl.
Then, you had spent a few hours working with the make-up to contour and
highlight your facial features, before sliding on a layer of bright red
lipstick. You looked like a new woman; sexy, confident, powerful. Desirable.
And you hoped Daryl would see you that way, too.
You pulled the second half of your surprise out of your
backpack and slipped it on, taking one last look in the mirror. The red and
black lace lingerie dress fell to the middle of your thighs and the sweetheart
neckline showed just enough cleavage to be playful, but not enough to give the
whole story. It was perfect. “OK!” You call out. “I’m ready.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Y/N…” He sighed.
“Just do it!” You giggle.
“OK, they’re closed.”
You open the bathroom door and strike your sexiest pose in
the doorway. “Open ‘em.”
Daryl opens his eyes, then lets them slowly drag up your
legs, torso, lingering on your chest, and finally up to your face. When he sees
the make-up, though, he frowns. “What’s with all the gunk on your face?”
Your smile fades and you try to keep from pouting. “I was
just trying to look good for you.” You say. “You don’t like it?” You reach for
your jacket on the bed, trying to cover the dress up.
“No,” He grabs the jacket out of your hands. “I do. I really
do, trust me.” He stands and takes your hands in his. “I’m just wondering why?”
You sigh and sit down on the bed. “I wanted you to see me as
a woman. You know, sexy and sensual and girly.”
“Why the hell would you think I don’t?”
“At the mall the other day, you said I’m made of gunpowder
and lead, not frilly, girly shit.” You say. “And I just wanted to make sure
that you knew that I’m both. I’m a walker-killing badass and a soft, sexy woman. I’m made of gunpowder and lace.”
Daryl smiled and shook his head. “Of course I know that.” He dipped down and kissed you sweetly on the
lips. “You’re the most beautiful, sexy, smart, strong, and badass woman I’ve
ever met. And every time you do something cool like slide down an escalator and
take out a walker, all I see is this amazing lady that I don’t deserve at all
but am somehow lucky enough to wake up next to every day.”
You pull his face towards you once more and start kissing
him again. “So, you like the dress?”
“Oh, I love the dress.” He says, playing with the hemline
and smirking. “The dress we’re keeping.”
“But not the make-up?”
“You look beautiful, but you don’t need it.” He shakes his
head, kissing you deeply again. “Now, as much as I love the dress, I think it’d
look better on the floor.”
You laugh. “Wait. I want to do my grand entrance again.” You
push him off of you and head toward the bathroom door. “Cause you kinda ruined
the other one.” He laughs. “Close your eyes again.” You say as you close the
“OK, I’m ready. My eyes are closed.” You hear him say
through the door.
You fling open the door again and strike a sexy pose. “Open.”
“Hello, sexy lady.” He grins, taking his time in
ogling you. “Now, c’mere and let’s undo all of that hard work.”