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nicole-timey-wimey-stuff · 6 months ago

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Pretty little letters 2

Dbf Negan x fem reader

Synopsis - After finishing college you decide to on a gap year to take a breather after many years of hard. Setting out to travel the country, you promise to write to your dad every week, what happens when his best friend Negan makes you promise to write to him too.

Warnings- No apocalypse AU, dads best friend, large age gap, feelings, love confessions, adventures, reader travelling, reader described as female, mentions of cheating, Negan is the one cheated on in this fic by ex wife, struggles with feelings, dad finding out about relationship, some angst, obviously not canon at all, smut in this chapter, p in v, unprotected sex, both reader and Negan are consent king and queen. So yeah 18+ only please.

Let me know if I’ve left anything out

Word count - 6.1K (sorry another long one)

This is two of two chapters in this mini series.

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Waking up the next morning was a task in itself, your head was pounding, and the light filtering in from the cheap motel curtains was making things worse. You looked over at the wall clock 9:00am, pulling yourself up with a groan you headed for the shower, once in you began lathering yourself with soap to remove the stale alcohol smell. God last night was a blur, a few flashbacks start filling your mind, you remember sitting with a few women who invited you to their booth for some drinks, and you remember leaving before they dragged you onto the dance floor.

As the warm water spray roused you more you remember staggering home and passing out, ‘could have been way worse’ you think to yourself. After brushing your teeth and packing up your room, you grab your phone and car keys and make your way into town to find somewhere to eat. Maybe a good breakfast will help, although luckily your head hurts more than you felt nauseous.

Walking into a cute little diner you sit down and ask the waitress for pancakes, whilst waiting for your breakfast you pulled out your notebook and pen, deciding it was the perfect time to write your letters, it’s been a while since you’d written properly to your dad, and after your conversation with him last night you felt guilty. Thinking back on the phone calls of last night though your stomach drops, Negan and his date, argh! Surely he won’t go? He really didn’t seem that keen on it, you needed to put it out of your mind today, just be in the moment of the day! So you write your dad a little letter explaining where your off to next, before moving on to Negan's.

Hey Negan,

I’m currently sat in a cute little 50s style diner, I’m hoping breakfast cures this hangover a bit.

Maybe I had a little too much fun last night, though sitting with the middle aged women having a girls night seemed to be the right call, as I made it back to my room in one piece!

I’m going to head through New Mexico today on my way to LA, planing some stops on the way though. Going to stop in Arizona and see the Grand Canyon, I’ve always wanted to see it, maybe visit my best friend Gemma who lives in Tucson now, her and her husband have recently bought a puppy so I’m gonna be right in there!!

I hope you and dad are doing well this week, I miss you both a lot today, and please make sure dad doesn’t burn the garden shed down with his BBQ this weekend!

With love

Y/N

Xxx

On your way back to the car, you post the letters in the postal box on the sidewalk. The warm breeze kisses your skin as you walk, leaving goosebumps in its wake, it’s a beautiful day and you take pleasure in the little things that morning. Birds chirping, children laughing in the streets, a man who is dancing down the road with his headphones blaring out classic rock, not a care in his mind as to who may be watching.

Once back in your car you set your sat nav for a small town in the Gila National Forest, New Mexico and hit start, you’ll see how far you can get in a day, as you’re excited to get to Arizona. Whilst turning up your music you hear your phone buzz, ‘I’ll get that later you think’ eager to get going this morning, you have a long drive ahead of you.

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The flight had been awful, he was squished between a screaming child and a sweaty bald man, who felt it appropriate to tell Negan his life story. So once he had stepped through customs he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, good god he thought that was hell, but at least he will be with you in just shy of an hour, checking his watch he checked the time 8:30am he had time.

Once he secured a taxi he gave the man the motels address and counted the minutes down, he couldn’t wait to pull you into his arms and tell you he felt the same, that there’s no way he’s going to go on this date, that the only women he wants is you. Checking his watch again 9:35am and only 10 minutes until he’s at the motel, he ran over in his mind again everything he needed to tell you, he hasn’t ever declared love to someone before and he wants it to be perfect. He runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair, he’s so nervous and he doesn’t know why? It’s you! He’s never been nervous around you.

“Here we are sir, Eunice south motel”, “Thank you” Negan answers, handing the man his money before grabbing his bags out the trunk, once the cab had left he made his way over to the reception, entering he found a young lad at the desk, he must have been 19 at the very oldest. “Hello sir, welcome to Eunice south motel, are you checking in?” He reads it out like a scripted monologue that’s ingrained into his brain. “Hello there, I’m wandering if you can help me, see I’m looking for a young woman, she checked in yesterday. She’s called y/n y/l/n, she is about this tall ‘Gestures with hand’ and she has h/c hair.” Negan asks.

“Oh yes! I do know who you mean, she was in room 27” the boy answers.

“What do you mean was?” Negan asks.

“Yeah well she checked out this morning, about 20 minutes ago actually, you just missed her” the boy nervously answers again.

Panic sets it, your gone how can you be gone already!

“Did she say where she was going at all?” Negan asks.

“Said something about finding some breakfast in town”

“Ok thanks” Negan responds before rushing out and calling another cab, hoping he can find you before you drive off. He tries calling your phone but it goes straight to voicemail. “Shit!” He mutters before deciding it was quicker to jog into town than wait for the cab to arrive. Hauling his backpack and duffle on to his shoulders he starts a steady jog into town.

Once he arrives he notices a 50s diner, that would be the exact kind of place you would go he thinks. Upon entering he asks the waitress if she has seen you, “Yes I’ve seen a girl matching that description, how do I know you’re not a pervert chasing her though hmm?” The waitress sneered, reluctantly Negan fished his phone out of his pocket, showing the waitress his Lock Screen, it was a photo of you and him, his arm looped around your shoulders pulling you in close, big grins on both your faces.

Negan was loosing time and patience, “Please have you seen her?” He asks once more. “Yeah I saw her she left about ten minutes ago, she left this accidentally” the waitress mentions, handing him your debit card. “Shit” he mumbles again, “She isn’t going to get far without that” he sighs. “Ok thank you I’ll see if I can track her down” he says as he leaves, your card in hand.

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You’re singing along without a care in the world, your phone is still buzzing in your pocket. You will check it once you stop for gas, you’d need to stop soon looking at the dash it’s saying there’s only 80 miles left.

Spotting one ahead you pull in, pulling out your purse when you notice it, your card is gone “Fuck!” You call out to no one. Luckily you noticed before you put gas in, pulling out your phone you notice you have 5 missed calls from Negan, that’s odd he doesn’t usually call that many times knowing you’re busy. You’ll have to call him back later you have bigger things to deal with right now, walking into the shop part you ask if they take Apple Pay, to which they state no. Groaning you go back out to your car, pulling it forward and out of the way of the pumps.

What are you going to do now?

You call your dad but he doesn’t answer, probably busy with work, you could call Negan back see what he could do, but he’s the other side of the country, there’s no way he could help. Sighing you close your eyes and groan, did you even have enough fuel to go back to the diner, that must be where you left it. But it’s 100 miles back and you only have 80 at a push! Checking google, there’s a town with your bank in ahead you could get a new card issued, that’s only 70 miles away, cutting it close but it’s the best option you had.

Searching your glove box for your phone charger you came across a scrunched up ball, pulling it out you found it was a $20 dollar bill and a $10 dollar bill. “Yes!” You cheer, that can definitely get enough gas to get me to the next town, once your car was filled as much as you could afford you set off once more.

Little did you know Negan was frantically trying to catch you up, now in another cab following the route that he was praying you took.

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You’d had success at the bank, another card would be ready for you to collect in the morning. They had also given you a cash withdrawal to pay for your motel tonight, all in all things weren’t too bad. You'd found a nice motel close by making it easy to walk over first thing, so with everything sorted you settled in your room for the evening.

Maybe you could find somewhere for dinner? You weren’t all that hungry though, you’d had a hell of a day and really you just wanted to rest. You’d spoken to your dad and assured him you’d sorted it, when he said he would leave now and come get you, you’d had to laugh though, he’d do anything to have you back earlier.

Laying yourself back on the beds itchy covers, you close your eyes, a nap may do you good.

Meanwhile Negan was going out of his mind, where were you! The cab driver was loosing his patience too, telling him to pick a motel and call someone else in the morning. He was just about to give up hope when he spotted your car in a motel carpark. “Stop! There! That’s her car!” He shouted, tears now filling his eyes from sheer relief! “Thank god for that” the cab driver muttered, Negan grabbed his bags with urgency, paid the driver and shot over to your car. That was definitely your number plate! He looked into the room behind the car, there you were, asleep on the bed safe and sound.

He gathered up all his courage before knocking on your door.

You shot up from the loud knock, it was heavy and urgent. You slowly shuffled to the door, as quietly as you could muster and peaked through the peep hole. Negan??? It was Negan, you grabbed the handle and swung the door open.

There he stood right in your doorway, with a face you couldn’t quite read, you usher him in closing the door “Negan what are you doing here? Not that it’s not good to see you! This is the best surprise ever! It’s just I’m confused why are you……..” your rambling was cut off by him flying forwards and smushing his lips against yours in a searing kiss, his hands found your cheeks as he pulled your body into his, after recovering from the shock, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in even closer.

“I love you” kiss “So much” kiss “So Fucking Damn Much!” He punctuates between fierce kisses, you’re now struggling to stand upright, your legs buckling as so much emotion fills you, this is everything you’ve ever wanted. “I love you too Negan, so so much” you mumble against his swollen lips. He smiles against your mouth “I know, I got your text” you're confused now “My text?” You ask, “The one you sent me last night before you fell asleep” he mentions, now staring down at your beautiful face, memories start flooding back! You did text him, you told him not to go on the date and that you loved him.

Gasping your hand flies to your mouth, “Oh my goodness” you shake your head in embarrassment. “You were drunk weren’t you” he laughs, “Yeah a bit” you mumble still feeling incredibly flushed. “Hey” he moves your chin up to face him, “Don’t be embarrassed, I feel the same about you doll, I flew here! Chased you down in the back of a cab until I found you, god I sound like a stalker now don’t I?” He laughs, “No” you shake your head in disagreement, “I think it’s incredibly romantic, I’m so happy you found me!”, “Me too beautiful, me too” he agrees placing is forehead against yours.

“Oh I almost forgot! You left this at the diner” he mentions, handing you your debit card. “Oh ” you giggle, “I have already cancelled and replaced it, I’m collecting the new one in the morning.” You explain. “Hmm well maybe look after that one better” he laughs, you nod in agreement, before bringing your lips back to his in another passionate kiss.

Pulling him against you, you run your hands through his hair, slightly tugging the strands causing him to let out a low moan. Smirking at his reaction you do it again, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth in tandem. “Careful sweetheart, you’re going to start something you can’t finish” he groans, “Who says I don’t have every intention in finishing it!” You tease. He growls picking you up and throwing you onto the bed, before crawling over you and attaching his lips to yours once more.

You slowly start running your hand under his shirt exploring the planes of his toned chest, you can feel his heart thump under your fingertips, the rhythmic drumming grounding you, he is really here, this is really happening. “I love you” you blurt out once again, he smiles against your throat, “I love you too beautiful”. Moving your hand back down you tug at the hem of his shirt, “Are you sure sweetheart?” He asks, watching your features for any hesitation, “I’m sure Negan, you’re all I’ve ever wanted” you admit.

“Ok baby girl” he offers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before shuffling back to stand up. He smiles down at you as he pulls his shirt off, you sit upright tugging your sleep shirt over your head leaving your top half bare, before bringing yourself onto your knees. “You’re so gorgeous sweetheart” he admires as his eyes run over the exposed parts of your body.

You run both hands over his chest again, the look of love and admiration on his face as he watches you, brings up a mix of strong emotions. You’ve never felt so loved or so wanted in your life, the few college boys you’d been with before never took their time like this, they never made you feel this special and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Cupping your face in his large hands he pulls you in for another slow kiss, sweeping his tongue against your lips seeking entrance, which you grant happily, deepening the kiss. You move your hands downwards, fingers playing with his belt buckle, hesitating you break the kiss and look up at him, meeting his warm hazel eyes.

“Go on baby, I’m all yours” he whispers, that was all the confirmation you needed, you make quick work of his belt and jean buttons, before pulling them down his legs, he steps out of the offending material kicking it to the side. You lay back against the sheets lifting your hips, encouraging him to do the same to you. His fingers hook under your sleep shorts and panties before pulling them both off in one swoop, leaving you completely naked.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed he tugs sharply on your ankles, pulling them up and over his shoulders, bringing your soaked heat to his face. “This ok baby girl?” He asks, “Yes!” You reply pleadingly, lifting your hips a little as you speak, feeling like if he didn’t touch you soon you’d combust. “So needy baby” he teases, running his forefinger through your slit.

He groans when he feels just how wet you already are, “Shit baby, this all for me?” You whimper nodding frantically, “Negan please” you beg, becoming needier by the minute. He gives your inner thigh a playful nip before licking a firm stroke through your folds, you throw your head back with a breathy moan, fingers finding purchase in his hair.

He sets a steady pace, alternating between licking and suckling at your clit. He quickly learns what you like, as he starts working you open with his fingers, angling them upwards and reaching that spot that makes you see stars. “Fuck Negan I’m gonna come” you cry, reaching your peak fast. He works you through your high before pulling away and placing a gentle kiss to your hip bone.

As your catching your breath he pulls his boxers off and rejoins you on the bed, once more hovering over you. “Still sure baby?” He asks again, letting some self doubt fill his mind, he’s still unsure as to how someone as beautiful, young and brilliant as you, would want an old man like himself. “Yes, I told you, you’re all I’ve ever wanted Negan, please I want you” you answer, rolling your hips into his seeking that friction you so desperately needed. “Fuck baby girl, ok” he moans, taking himself in his hand he rubs the blunt end of his cock through your folds, before notching it at your entrance and sinking forward.

As your hips meet flush against one another you both let out deep moans, getting lost in the feeling of each other. “Shit baby you feel so good” he groans, “God I’ve thought about this for so long, I’ve needed you so much, can’t believe you’re now mine” he rambles, slowly thrusting in and out of your tight heat. “Fuck baby girl say it! Tell me you’re mine!” He begs, “I’m all yours Negan, fuck I’ve always been yours” you cry as you start meeting his thrusts.

The room is filled with the sounds of soft moans and broken gasps, you grab his shoulders pulling him in as close as you can, “Faster! Please go faster” you plead, moving your hips harder against his, he indulges you picking up speed, his movements becoming more frantic. “So close, don’t stop” you whine as the familiar feeling in your core builds, Negan moves his hand between your bodies rubbing your clit, causing your whines to grow louder, “That’s it baby girl let go for me” he encourages you, throwing your head back you give in to it coming hard, white hot pleasure cursing through you.

“Fuck! There you go baby, shit I’m close where do you want it” he asks, “Inside” you gasp another orgasm building, “I want it inside me” you affirm. His thrusts become rougher, rhythm becoming sloppy as he reaches his high stilling against you as he comes. You reach your high simultaneously, grasping onto him for dear life as you repeat his name like a mantra.

When your heart rates steady and the fog clears he looks down at you, removing a sweaty lock from your face, “you’re going to be the death of me, you know that baby girl?” You grin up at him, “Yeah but what a way to go huh?” You reply, he huffs out a laugh, “Yeah” he agrees, nuzzling in against your throat, “Let’s get cleaned up yeah?” He asks, “Yeah ok”.

Cuddled up in bed, drifting off in each others arms your heart felt so full. “I love you” you whisper before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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The next morning starts in a rather frantic rush, it was amazing to wake up beside the man you love, but you had a lot to get through. You’d managed though to go to the bank, collect your new card, grab breakfast together and pack up your room in just over an hour, leaving you feeling quite accomplished.

Walking out from your now vacant motel room Negan asks “So baby are you driving or am I?” You grin at him teasingly, “Oh you most certainly can drive! I want to relax. I’ve loved every minute of this trip, but it’s been heavy going” you admit. “You’ve got it sweet cheeks, today you can be my passenger princess” he proposes. You giggle at his comment as you enter the car, “So where too baby girl?” He asks, “Well I was heading towards Tucson to see Gemma and her new puppy” you mention, “Ok we will make our way there then, did you want to get it up on the sat nav?” He suggests. “But will you really want to come with me to see her?” You ask nerves settling in.

“Of course I do baby, I want to meet your friends, if you don’t want me to come with you, I can drop you off and collect you later?” He offered, “No I’d like to bring you with me, I guess I just got into my head” you sigh, “Hey sweetheart look at me” he says lifting your chin up to meet his gaze, “I am in this for the long haul baby, I don’t throw I love you around pointlessly, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you beautiful. So that means meeting your friends, your family and we do need to tell your dad.” He explains.

Your face falls at the mention of telling your dad, you would need to tell him, you couldn’t start a life with Negan and not tell your dad, and you knew Negan wouldn’t want to keep anything from him. The thought though terrified you, what if your dad can’t except it? What if he hits Negan?, shouts at you both? Refuses to talk to you? Fear sinks in your gut as you think of all the consequences.

“Hey darlin’ let’s not worry about it right now, but in the next week we need to tell him, yeah it may not go as well as we hope, but I can’t live without you, so we will have to make him see won’t we?” He asks, and he’s right, you cannot live without him either! You want the whole lot with Negan, a home together, marriage, maybe a dog? “Yeah ok your right we do need to tell him, just not today. Let us just live in this bubble another day?” You ask, “Yeah ok sweetheart” he smiles, before putting the car into drive and heading out to the highway.

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You’d reached Tucson by 2pm and after giving Gemma a quick call from an hour out, she’d told you she was home and excited to see you. Pulling up outside the address she gave you, your nerves were replaced by excitement of seeing your best friend again. As you got out of the car her front door was thrown open as she bolted out to meet you! “Y/N!!! Oh my god it’s so good to see you!” She gushes throwing her arms around you in a fierce hug, one you returned effortlessly. “I know!! It’s been too long! How are you? And where is this cute puppy I’ve heard so much about?” You ask excitedly.

“Oh he’s inside with Alex!! Gosh, I haven’t seen you since my wedding day home in Virgina! How’s your dad? Oh and your Nan? Are they well? We have so much to catch up on!!!” She rambles out without so much as a breath. You laugh at her antics, “Dad and Nan are both well yeah” you return. She looks up from you then and clocks Negan behind you, “And who is this?” She asks teasingly, grinning like a Cheshire Cat! You step back grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together, “This is Negan” you answer, recognition flashes on her face, “As in the Negan? Your dads best friend? The one you’ve been in love with for years?” She whispers into your ear, he hears though, laughing at her very loud whisper.

“That would be me, but I’m lucky enough to be her partner now” Negan replies, you smile at him and then back at Gemma “Sooo puppy?” You ask again, Gemma giggles “I swear you’re more excited to meet the dog than see me!!” She laughs, “Well yeah?” You offer smiling.

The afternoon was great, you and Gemma sit on her kitchen floor playing with the puppy, while Alex and Negan talk about guy stuff and you can’t help but smile at how easily he gets on with everyone around him, despite being a couple of decades older than you all. It all feels so effortless, and you can’t help but feel excited for your future together.

Once alone Gemma asks you “So you haven’t told your dad yet?”, “No not yet, it’s only been a couple of days that it’s been official you know? I wanted to live in this happy bubble before my dad bursts it. I know he won’t be happy” you sigh, “Well if you two were this obvious before, then I think he already knows, or is at least waiting for it to happen.” She offers, “What do you mean?” You ask confused. “Y/N, you look at each other like the other hung the moon in the sky, you are obviously very much in love, and that didn’t happen over night. I’m telling you he knows something, your dad isn’t a stupid man. I think he’d be more upset if you kept it from him now it’s happened, than the actual happening of it, if that makes sense babe?” She asks.

“Yeah, it does. I just worry because I can’t loose him you know?” You sigh, “I know and you won’t, you’re an adult remember? He can’t stop you both being together” she offers giving you a playful nudge, you nod at her giving a small smile. You are still worried though about how this will all go. Just then the men walk back into the room breaking your train of thought, “You’ll both stay for dinner yeah?” Alex offers, “Yeah that would be lovely thank you” you smile.

The journey to the motel that night was quiet, you were deep in thought and Negan didn’t want to pry and make you uncomfortable, he ran a gentle, comforting hand over your thigh. “We need to tell him” you blurt out, “My dad I mean, we need to tell him, Gemma is right, he’d be more upset about us not telling him than anything else” you offer, he gives a deep sigh glancing at you “Yeah I think she’s right too, when did you want to do it baby?” He asks.

“Tonight” you declare, “The longer we leave it the worse it will be” you decide. “Ok baby girl.” He agrees. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shitting it, but it needed to happen, he couldn’t have a life with you in secret.

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It’s been an hour now, an hour you’ve been sat in the motel room. Well Negan is sat, watching you from his spot on the bed, as you pace back and forth the room clutching your phone. “Sweetheart, just call him it will be ok, I’m right here.” He comforts, grasping your hand as you try and pace past him again.

“Ok ok” you give a deep sigh before calling your dads cell phone. “Hey kiddo! It’s been a couple of days, everything ok?” You dad asks, “Yeah dad I’m fine, actually I’m really good. I’m in Tucson I’ve just got back from seeing Gemma” you mention, “Oh that’s great honey, how is she it’s been a year since her wedding!” Your dad answers, “Yeah she’s good, her and Alex have a new puppy, he’s super cute” you say, “Aww that’s good, you spent the day playing with him then?” He asks, “Yeah that, and just catching up you know?” You reply, “Yes I know well how you two get when you are catching up” he laughs.

“So I have something I need to tell you” you say biting your nails nervously, “Ok kiddo? You ok?” He asks, “Yeah like I said I’m really good ummm, Negan’s here with me” you say, “Negan is with you? What as in right now?” Your dad asks and you can hear the confusion in his voice, “Yeah as in right now, here in my motel room with me” you say nervously, “Hey Mike” Negan speaks up, confirming he was in fact with you.

“Negan’s with you in Tucson? In your motel room with you? Why is he there with you? How is he there, he was here just a couple of days ago.” Your dad asks his voice becoming more frustrated while he tries to put together what is going on. “Yeah he flew out to me a couple of nights ago dad” you respond, you know you are beating around the bush, buying time but the anxiety is overfilling now.

“Put him on the phone Y/N!” Your dad demands, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea dad, just talk to me” you deflect, but Negan hands out his hand for your phone, reluctantly you hand it over to him. “Hey Mike it’s me” Negan answers, “Do you want to tell me why you are in a motel room in Arizona with my daughter Negan, because I am really struggling to understand this.” Your dad asks angrily, “Well it’s a long story, but in short she admitted her feelings to me so I flew to her to tell her I felt the same way” Negan answered, trying to keep as calm as possible.

“Feelings? What feelings Negan?” He was definitely confused, his mind not quite catching up with everything, or wanting to ignore what he already knows. “I love your daughter Mike, I have for a very long time, and I think deep down you’ve known this a while too” Negan replies, “Well I knew you two were close, and I had suspicions, but I never really put much thought into it. She’s young enough to be your daughter Negan!” Your dad shouts, “I know that, I know the age gap isn’t ideal Mike but I love your daughter very much. This isn’t some fling I want to assure you of that, I’ve never felt this way before. I want a life with your daughter, a home together, the whole nine yards.” Negan explains calmly hoping to make your dad understand.

“I’m going to need some time to come to terms with this….. I need to go” beeep, the phone line goes dead and you look down at Negan worriedly. “Come here baby girl, it’s going to be ok, he’ll come around” he says pulling you into his arms. “He just needs some time, we did the right thing not keeping it from him” he continues, kissing the side of your head.

Later that night while Negan is softly snoring behind you, you lay awake worrying. Your phone buzzing tears you from your thoughts, it’s a message from your dad.

Hey kiddo

I have to know how long has this been going on really? Xx

Hey dad

We were being honest, it’s been just over 24 hours, we couldn’t keep it from you. Although we hid our feelings from each other for years this is very new. I love him too though Daddy, I can’t live without him now, and you know he’s a good man, he won’t hurt me. I don’t expect you to understand it, I just hope you can come to except it.

Hey kiddo

Thank you for telling me from the start, I’m glad you don’t ever keep things from me. And I can appreciate how hard that was to do, I need some time ok? But I love you that will never change ok? Xx

Ok dad, love you too xx

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You both spent another two weeks travelling, you saw the Grand Canyon and it literally blew you away, but that niggling feeling in your heart kept twinging “We need to head home Negan, I need to see him and fix this, I haven’t heard from him in weeks” you say, “Ok sweetheart, let’s go home” he agreed, he hated seeing you so churned up.

Arriving back in Connecticut felt weird, seeing the familiar streets pass by in a blur, as you head to your home street. Pulling up in your drive you notice your dads truck is there, signalling he was home. Negan gives your leg a gentle squeeze “Come on baby, let’s sort this out yeah?” He asks, “Yeah” you sigh exiting the car.

Entering your house you take in its familiarity, you let that in itself comfort you. Taking Negan’s hand in yours you make your way through to the kitchen, you notice your dad in the garden mowing the lawn, no wonder he hasn’t come greet you.

You tap loudly on the window causing him to snap his head up, emotion filling his features when he sees it’s you. He kicks off the mower and rushes inside, you let go of Negan’s hand and throw your arms around your dad. “What are you doing home kiddo? Not that I’m not happy to have you home! It’s just your not due back for months” he asks, “I couldn’t be away with everything up in the air dad, I had to come home and see you.” You admit.

Your dad looks over your shoulder at Negan and then back at you before giving you a small nod, “Yeah ok let’s sort this” he sighs motioning for everyone to head into your living room.

“So I’ve had some time to think it through, and I guess I did always notice something between you both. I guess I just hoped I was wrong” your dad starts, his confession causing Negan to wince, “But you are both my favourite people on this god forsaken Earth, and I do want you to both be happy. So I will except it, but I can’t say I understand it” he offers.

You go to speak but your dad cuts you off “I also know that you won’t listen to anything I say y/n so there’s no point going there. It’s not like I can stop two adults from being together. But if you ever hurt her Negan I swear to god” he threatens, “Absolutely man, I’d expect no less” Negan agrees. “Ok then, come here kiddo” he offers pulling you into another hug. Then he turns to Negan shakes his hand and gives him an awkward side hug, “I’m trusting you ok buddy, with the most important thing in my life, you understand that?” Your dad asks, “Yeah I know, I can promise you I will love and cherish her for every day I have left” Negan affirms.

Your dad gives him a nod, “Ok then guys it’s Friday night, so pizza and a board game?” Your dad offers, “Sounds perfect dad” you smile, snuggling into Negan on the sofa,

Just like that everything was right again, you were home with your boys eating pizza and fighting over monopoly, everything was as it should be.

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@lanadelnegan @lunajay33 @akah565

#Dbf Negan x reader #negan x you #negan smut #negan x reader #negan smith #negan fanfiction #twd negan #the walking dead negan #negan imagine #dbf x reader #dads best friend

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year ago

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Hi! just wanted to say that i absolutely love your writing and wanted to know if you could do a Tommy Miller x reader, where Tommy has had too much to drink and Joel takes him home to you but Tommy cannot stop talking about how much he loves you and how pretty you are as you take care of him. Like just super fluffy. Thanks so much if you decide to do this! :D

Drunken love sick fool

{Tommy has had one too many, luckily for him he has you}

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy lovely 💕

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“Don’t let him overdo it, please for love of god Joel.” Is what you had told Joel before the pair of them left for a ‘well-deserved drink or two’ you don’t mind really, in fact, you’re glad they get along so well, but goodness are they bad influences to each other, and before they know it they’ve both drank their own body weight in whiskey.

Joel only chuckled at you, saying something about how he ‘can’t promise anything’ which in turn made you sigh, knowing that tonight you might have to nurse a very drunk Tommy.

“Honey! I’ve missed you!” you hear him before you see him, shouting your name with a thick southern accent that seemed ten times stronger than usual.

You can’t help but smile when you hear Joel trying to shush him, scolding him about how he’s ‘gonna wake up the whole street with his yapping’ as you grab the front door keys from the small bowl.

You wish you could be mad at him, mad at both of them but you completely melt when Tommy’s eyes meet your own, so full of love and joy as he smiles brightly at you and you feel your frustration crumble away.

“Sorry, he just-” Joel tries his hardest to come up with a good excuse as to why he’s returned your boyfriend back home to you as drunk as a skunk, but yet all that comes out is a guilty chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck with a smile.

“It’s alright Joel, but you owe me” You tell him as Tommy wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he mumbles something about how you smell like heaven.

He bites back his laughter as you try to keep his brother on both feet, “Well good luck to you, he’s been er- asking for ya” and you can tell by the teasing look that flashes through his eyes that there’s something you're not getting, and you dread to think what exactly he’s said.

You bid him your last goodbyes with Tommy still practically hanging off you before closing the door with a heavy sigh knowing you were in for a long night.

“Mm, honey- I’ve missed you” he whispers against your shoulder, hands soothing against your lower back as they slip underneath your shirt, splaying against your bare skin.

The feeling makes your skin tingle as you pull back slightly, brushing his hair behind his ear, “Missed you too baby” you whisper, breaking out into a fit of giggles as he peppers sloppy kisses all over your face.

“God, you’re so pretty, do y’know that? My lovely girl” he gasps looking at you with soft eyes as he studies your face. His hands come to rest against your hips, squeezing them softly as he continues to admire you.

“Come on let’s go get you some water” you tell him, dragging him to the kitchen. You help him to take a seat at the table before pouring him a glass of cold water.

Although he doesn’t stay seated for long at all, immediately standing back up to lean behind you, his strong arms warped around your midsection.

“Tommy I-” You can’t finish your sentence as peppers more kisses along your shoulder, his rough hands going back underneath your shirt as they rest against your belly.

“I love you” he whispers, voice laced with exhaustion as he goes on, “So, so, so much” he presses kisses between the words.

“I love you too Tommy” you giggle as you try to pry yourself away from him as he lets out a huff of dismay. He doesn't have any of it, taking no interest in your offer of some ice-cold water. No, he's adamant that the only thing he needs is you to cure his drunkness.

Time ticks by and it nears twelve am when you finally get him to drink some water as you go and get him a change of clothes and by some miracle, you’ve finally got him into bed, even if his shirt is inside out.

You sigh as you finally lay down pulling the sheets over the pair of you. Tommy's arms wrap around you as he inches himself closer to you, his head nuzzling against your shoulder as he rambles on and on about how ‘lucky he is to have such a beautiful girlfriend’ as his hands soothe against your stomach and you cant wait to tease him about it in the morning.

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websterss · 1 year ago

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MINDLESS LOVE — CLANCY GRAY

SUMMARY: Every time you think you’ve had a breakthrough with getting some of your memories back, you’re left feeling disheveled and confused. Completely unaware of Clancy’s mind control.

WARNING(S): angst, some fake fluff, gaslighting

WORD COUNT: 1,003

PAIRING: Clancy Gray x fem!reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

There were blurry spots in your memories that often made you worry. Some sort of block that gave you migraines around the clock. You often blamed the heat shining down on you. Perhaps dehydration...whichever it was made you fall behind on your assignments for the day. Your pain was too much to bear.

You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand as you entered the cabin. Your heavy breathing caught Clancy’s attention. He swiveled around, creases forming around his eyes and the bridge of his nose as he walked over to you.

“Hey, hey. Woah!” He rushed over to help you sit down. You were on the brink of fainting. “I got you, I got you.” He knelt down in front of you reaching forward to caress your skin. His love language. Touch, the physical contact. He once told you it made him feel safe. That knowing he was able to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you. For Clancy, it meant that everything was okay. You didn’t really understand it, but you gave up trying after running off with him. You knew you felt safe with him too. He was all you knew, the one person you still held onto from your pasts. You could only remember certain parts and bits, anytime you tried bringing up something to Clancy, you lost that train of thought instantly. You don’t even remember your parents. From what Clancy told you, they had abandoned you. It broke you finding out but the past was in the past. As Clancy liked to say. “Anybody in there...hello.” He laughed as you come back down to earth again. You hummed turning to look at his eyes.

“S-Sorry.” You tried to smile but the scrunch you made gave Clancy all the information he needed.

“The headaches again?” He frowned. Getting up to fetch your pain meds.

“I really thought today would be different...but they keep coming back.” You fall into your hands.

“Have you been drinking enough water? You know what being in the sun for so long can do to you.” He looked over his shoulder, then walked back. He stopped and crouched in front of you.

“Yes Cee, I have. That doesn’t mean it’ll prevent these stupid headaches from happening though.” You sigh, feeling more tired than usual.

He smirked seeing your annoyed expression. He rattled the bottle in his hand and twisted the lid off. “Well lucky for you...I’ve got just the cure.” He hummed. and handed over two little white pills. You threw them back into your mouth and took the water he offered you. Your shoulders fall, then relax in the silence that overcomes the cabin. Clancy reaches for your hand.

“Better?”

“A little.” You shrug. “I just- I can’t help but think that somethings wrong. Like I’m sick! I couldn’t even lift the bins with my mind today. Something is wrong with me Clancy and I think it has something to do with our past. I-I had a dream the other night...” He sat up straighter.

“What kind of dream?”

“There was screaming and yelling. I could have sworn I saw flashes of a woman. Maybe my mother!” You grip his hands.

“Y/n we’ve talked about this-” Clancy shuts his eyes, shaking his head.

“I know but something about this dream felt real. Like a memory pushed past this block that I seem to have. The block, Clancy! Maybe this could be a sign that my memories are-” You gasped as your mind became blank and your body froze.

“You didn’t see a woman. You didn’t anyone...” Clancy frowns as his eyes flashed orange.

“I-I didn’t see anyone.” You echo back to him. He reaches forward and caresses the side of your face again. He smiles seeing you locked in place.

“The dream you did have was of us. We’re at the lake...”

“At the lake...”

“We’re swimming, having a good time, splashing each other...kissing.” He whispers the last part.

“Swimming, having a good time, splashing each other...Kissing.”

“You don’t have a block, you’re fine, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful and healthy. You love me and I love you. You came back here because you spent too much time under the sun, okay.” He tilts his head, smiling at you. He twirls a lock of your hair around his finger.

“I don’t have a block, I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m beautiful and healthy. You love me and I love you...I spent too much time under the sun.”

“Good girl..” He mutters under his breath. His eyes revert back to their original color as you come to again. “You okay?” He chuckles.

“W-What?” You blink rapidly.

“I lost you there for a second again. You’re headache gone? You know what the sun does to you. I hate it when you push yourself. You’re done for the day-”

“What wait no-”

“No, you’re done. I don’t need Mike running in here, telling me you’ve passed out in the garden bay. I won’t have it.” He stood up and guided you up to your feet. “How about a swim at the lake?” He pulls you in close. His lips attack your cheek sweetly then trail down to your neck. Your skin felt on fire to each press of his lips. You sigh relaxing into his attentiveness and touch. “Night swim, no one around, just us?” He whispers into your sweet spot before attacking it. He knows he has you as your head falls back.

“W-We’ll get caught...” You breathe out. “Someone will see us.”

“You leave that to me, okay? Just relax...” He smirks again pressing one more kiss to your neck. As he lifts his head to look into your eyes, your body grows still. His eyes shifted to their orange color. “You be my good girl now, okay.” His thumb glides across your bottom lip. You nodded slowly as he caresses his thumb over your lips.

#clancy gray #clancy gray imagine #clancy gray imagines #clancy gray x reader #clancy gray x fem!reader #the darkest minds imagines #my gif #writings by juls

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finniestoncrane · 2 years ago

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Hii! Idk if you’ve done this one before but I have a horrible cold rn so my request is: how would the rogues take care of a sick reader? I love your work and I’ve been dying to request something for a bit now

Sick Reader

Rogues Headcanons ok i love offering a lil bit of goodness and comfort for people when they're feeling shitty so i have tried to get this out as soon as possible for you! i hope you're better now though!! 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, some sexual stuff i mean it's me

scarecrow

he's actually very calm about it, very structured and prepared

sickness is something he dislikes, so he's sympathetic

and knowledgeable in prevention as well as curing

so you'll be sent to bed with a hot water bottle and a tea

and nursed softly back to health by him until he decides you're well

which he monitors efficiently and obsessively until you call him off

mr freeze

there's a slight panic to him when someone close to him is sick

he wouldn't want it to get too serious, or life-threatening

so he's on it immediately, offering you medicines and comfort

trying his best to make sure you're seen by medical professionals

and ensuring he does his best to get you better as soon as possible

but he'll sit by you, holding your hand, until you're feeling good

bane

he's not sure about how to fix it, which he finds infuriating

but his main focus is making sure you're at least not suffering

so he'll be fumbling, distressed, waiting on you hand and foot

literally giving you everything you could possibly want

it's so sweet it heals you quicker, maybe a placebo

or maybe it was the four blankets and ten soft toys he piled on you

zsasz

groggy people kind of annoy him, but for you he'll tolerate it

his sympathy is somewhat limited though, it's just a bit gross

he'll still pass you a tissue, at arm's length, and with gloves

and he'll remind you that he's excited for you to get better

not just because you are literally a walking germ right now

but because he misses you at your best, and misses kissing you

poison ivy

natural and herbal remedies are something she's clued up on

so get ready to feel even better than before you got sick

she's going to heal everything in you, from top to bottom

inside and out even, because what couldn't a warm hug heal?

so quick, sip up that weird green tea with leaves in it

and let her just hold this soup in a vine so she can stroke your head

riddler

what sickness can't you talk about until it's cured? laryngitis!

ok it's probably not that, less serious... but who knows!

not helpful... hm... what about a hot drink and a hug?

but what about just one more riddle? it would help distract him

of course, you are the sick one... but if you must know!!

he's very worried about you, don't mention that again though

penguin

he's a busy guy, but he's calling every meeting off to sit by your bed

whatever you need, whatever you want, he'll get it for you

or rather, he'll have some poor henchman rush out for it

you want soup? something sweet? a new blanket? a new bed?

you want new pyjamas? something softer or warmer?

spoiling you won't cure you, but it will make it easier to cope!

harley quinn

it's chicken noodle soup time, and she'll be hand-feeding you

don't argue, you lie completely still and she'll do everything for you

ok, listen, she's a doctor, but maybe she could be nurse harley

just for you. get a little cute outfit and tend to your every need?

whatever makes it easier for her to force you to just lay back

let sweet nurse quinn take your temperature huh?

mad hatter

every morning he's just glad you haven't died

very dramatic of course, it's just a common cold, but still

you're precious to him, and he'll make sure you get better

how much tea can you stomach? because... get ready for a lot

something hot to soothe your throat, to heat you up

and a kiss on the head to soothe your heart and comfort you

two face

harvey is all about playing nurse and keeping you comfortable

harv on the other hand thinks you should power through it

a combination of both actually works very well it turns out!

being filled up with cough syrup and pain meds is great

but being forced to go for a drive with the window down

while you get hickies at red lights? perfect cure for what ails ya

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 29 days ago

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Heart of the Weave ~ chapter 5

After about two miles, the waves of nausea begin to hit me again, but I am trying to pull through because I don’t want to feel like a burden. Oddly enough, I never usually feel like I am a burden, despite all the insanity we’ve gone through. I proceed to puke on the ground violently and unexpectedly, feeling much worse than I did before. I clench my stomach with my hands, retching and feeling miserable as hell. When will it ever end?

“Well, that’s not good. Are you okay, soldier?” Karlach asks with clear concern in her voice. I take a deep breath, realizing how starving I am after the horrid vomiting and lack of food in my system. As I bring my body up from the violent retching, I can feel shakiness throughout my nerves and bones.

“I’d be lying if I said I was doing alright. Can we camp? I want to attempt to eat.” Gale and Karlach exchange glances of extreme concern, but then look back at me. Shadowheart and Wyll begin to set up camp so everyone can rest, in hopes this will help me at least a little bit. I hope we’re closer to Baldur’s Gate than I thought, but only time will tell. I close my eyes to take some deep breaths, and all I can visualize is Orin in my face: Death. Blood. Carcass. Skulls. I will split you open and inhale your scent to cure my hunger. I will drag you down back to the Hells and feed on you until you beg to die over and over again. I jump, wondering why her image just showed up in my mind. I think trauma is visiting me again, causing my anxiety to skyrocket and it could be the reason I’ve been so violently sick.

As they set up camp, I sit down to gain the strength again to walk. I sit down by the campfire, and I begin to reminisce about Owlbear and Scratch, who are both living peacefully with our friend Halsin. I keep thinking about how much they played and how happy they were living alongside us. They were more suited to stay with a nature-loving elf who has all the time in the world rather than in a tower with us, though I do hope I get to visit them soon. Believe it or not, those two furry creatures saved my life multiple times.

Gale sits down next to me by the cozy campfire, handing me a pork roast and some potatoes to eat. The cackling of the fire relaxes me, nearly putting me to sleep where I sit. I finally feel my brain ease from tension, relaxing as I stare at the delicious food in front of me.

“Here, I hope you can eat. You need to fill up that stomach of yours,” he says. I managed to take a few bites, which ended up turning into the entire plate. After eating everything handed to me, I begin to feel like a brand new person. Maybe I just need to eat frequently. If that’s been my problem this entire time, I will lose my mind.

“That…helped. Thank you.” Gale smiles, wrapping his arm around me as I drink my water.

“Whew. I actually feel great. Thank the Gods.”

“If your only issue was that you were hungry… Well, that’s valid because it’s the same for me,” Karlach says, shrugging. “I’m not me when I’m hungry, though I’d like to say I’m not nearly as dramatic as you are when it comes to food. On that note, I’m so glad that helped you.”

I stand up, not feeling nearly as shaky-legged as I was before, and I am actually able to pay attention to the lovely scenery around us. The campfire brightens up the sky, making the area calming and aesthetically pleasing.

“I’m so glad my baby is okay. We still need to figure out what’s going on in those innards of yours though,” Gale says. Shadowheart gives him the stink eye, squirming at the word that makes her feel extreme discomfort. I can’t help but burst out laughing at her disgusted expression.

“Ew, Gale, do not say ‘innards.’ That word gives me the heebie jeebies,” she says. Of course, Karlach has to chime in with her outburst of saying “INNARDS!” Wyll and Shadowheart both roll their eyes and sigh, though Wyll is very much aware of what he signed up for.

“Well, I’m still breathing, despite everything,” I murmur, taking a deep breath as I begin to feel more myself again. “Though I’ve had some very close calls, including today.”

“Well, between the mind flayer tadpole, Astarion biting your neck, Ketheric, Orin, and Gortash, I’d say it’s a damned miracle you’re still alive. Thank the Gods, though.” Wyll has a point. I’m lucky any of us are still alive. Karlach and Gale both had extremely close calls, between her engine nearly blowing up and Gale himself blowing up from the netherese orb.

Gale and I lie down in our tent, curled up but yet comfortable. The sound of crickets chirping is somewhat comforting to listen to as I lay here attempting to sleep. They bring back some sort of nostalgia. It’s been awhile since I’ve had to camp; I’m so used to our bed at home, embraced with our thick, suede comforters with a sleek pillow underneath our heads. As I fall asleep in Gale’s arms, I feel his fingers brush my hair out of my face, relaxing me. He knows how to make me fall asleep with ease, and it’s something he does every night. When he’s anxious, I play with his hair and run my finger down his bare chest delicately.

“Sssh…” he hushes, admiring me as I begin to fall into the deepest of slumbers.

When morning arrives, we immediately get up to pack up our camp and head out. Luckily, we don’t have too much farther to go, but we are rushing through the area that was once the Shadowlands. Maybe on our way back we can admire the new structure and pay our respects to the tieflings that lost their lives trying to find refuge in Baldur’s Gate. As we are walking along the trail, a loud rustling noise is heard behind the bushes nearby. It doesn’t sound like a small animal but rather someone is in hiding, keeping tabs on us. Not the first time someone is being sent to spy on me.

“What the hell is that?” I ask, looking around us in hopes I can figure out what it was. Could it be a goblin? Maybe what’s left of the Absolute cultists? Surely not, because I remember wiping out all those predatory assholes.

“I swear, if it’s Astarion playing pranks on us, I will lose it,” Karlach chimes in. “I hope that’s what it is, at least.”

“Well, unfortunately he can’t be out in the sunlight or he’ll burn into a crisp. Silly Karlach.”

“You got me there!”

The person – erm, a half-orc – reveals themselves as we try to press forward and to our surprise, they appear to be an unfamiliar face, with nothing but a raggedy white shirt on and ‘face paint’ on their face that seems to be made of blood, resembling the mark of the Absolute. Oh Gods, here we go again.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Karlach groans, leaning her head back as the orc approaches us. I take a few steps back, trying to observe their body and face, making sure I haven’t seen them somewhere before.

“Whoa, uh, who are you?” Gale asks, positioning himself to stand in front of me. The orc’s nostrils flare as they look around the area, as if they’re trying to locate something – or someone – specific. I notice his fists clenching, causing the veins in his arms to bulge through his green flesh.

“I’m looking for…” His voice is deep and ominous, giving me the creeps immediately. He spots me and points directly at my body, giving me a grim smile and knowing damn well who I am somehow.

“Oh Hell,” I say, groaning under my breath. Karlach approaches the orc with a pent-up body posture in an attempt to intimidate the guy, but he doesn’t seem to be a bit threatened.

“Not one of you fucking clowns. We killed your ‘God’ or whatever it was, what else do you want?” She says, growling under her breath. She may be a goofball, but she can also be terrifying to get entangled with. The orc looks at Karlach, holding back laughter. There appears to be some sort of secret he’s hiding, or maybe he’s part of another cult. I study him, noticing a sort of anger hidden in his eyes, or maybe a hunger for control.

“That was just one elder brain. You think there aren’t more? You think this will ever stop? It’s far from over, you ignorant fools,” he growls, getting extremely defensive. “I ought to rip your brains out of your thin, delicious skulls and eat them for dinner tonight unless you submit to the Absolute.”

“Is this guy on something?” Wyll whispers in Karlach’s ear, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Damn, I really am more trouble than I’m worth apparently,” I say followed with an irritated sigh. This isn’t the first time I had someone demand my presence, nor is it the first time someone is trying to convince me to join their cult.

“No, don’t say that please,” Gale says. “This guy is just delusional. Clearly, there’s no more Absolute and he’s just off his rocker. Though, he does look like he’ll pound our faces in with those angry fists of his. They’re rather beefy.”

He appears to be a barbarian like Karlach, judging by his muscles, rage, and the battleaxe on his back. As his nostrils continue to flare, he looks fed up and impatient, ready to attack any second. The orc tries to charge at me, but Karlach bludgeons him in the torso with her warhammer, causing a massive indention in his stomach and knocking him several feet away from us. He lands on the ground, causing dirt to rise up in the air from the intense impact of his body. He groans loudly in pain, but continues to move regardless. Blood drips from his body as he tries to stand up from the ground. He gets back up on both feet and charges at her like nothing happened, knocking her over on her back in return. Gale then uses the Magic Missile spell, which hurts him pretty badly, and I can tell by the look on his face and body posture that he’s contemplating on giving up. The man looks much tougher than he actually is, lucky for us. He stands up once more, looking defeated but proceeds to glare at us with a disturbing look, his eyes shifting to a blood-red, hungry for blood. It’s as if he’s being controlled, and I don’t doubt it because I have seen this look before. What source is taking over his mind?

“This won’t be the last of me,” he threatens, his voice somehow deeper than before. Wyll then performs Eldritch Blast, causing him to fly back several feet; this time, he didn’t stand up. His deceased body lies there, a necrotic energy escaping every orifice.

“Oh Gods,” Shadowheart says, “now I’m afraid to see what’s going on in Baldur’s Gate now. Hopefully we won’t come across more trouble like that again.”

“As unfortunate as this sounds, it appears someone got ahold of the crown that was given to Mystra,” Wyll chimes in. This just changed everything entirely, leaving us horrified at what’s to come next. Could it be that Mystra could not handle the crown? How could a goddess, especially the Goddess of the Weave, not handle such a powerful artifact? Who would manage to take such a powerful item from such a demanding, potent deity?

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #ao3 #archive of our own #wizard of waterdeep

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gojoest · 9 months ago

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Are you sick 😞 I hope you get better soon ❤️❤️dont forget to rest and drink water it helpss🌙

i am 😔 i think my immune system has weakened a bit bc i’ve been getting sick more often lately and it’s all bc of gege 😔😔 i know one thing that would cure me once and for all but he just won’t give it to me 😔😔😔😔😔😔 i am taking care though!!! thank you so much 🤍🤍🤍 i hope you have a wonderful week ahead of you!!!

#[ ai—mail ]#🌙 anon

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magical-xirl-4 · 11 months ago

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KyoMado sick fic, inspired by @hedgehog666’s prompt they dmed to me ^^

I have never read, nor written a sick fic as they’re not really my thing, but it sounded so cute with KyoMado that I wanted to give it a shot. I wrote this all on my phone so it’s not the most professional writing of mine (I haven’t proofread it loo), but it’s just a fun little fic I wanted to try out. Hope you like it :3

Kyoko has a nasty flu and it’s up to Madoka to cure her sickness with soup, pain killers, and love.

It was supposed to be a simple sleep over.

All the girls had come over to Madoka’s for a slumber party. Mami brought her delicious home baked good as usual. Sayaka brought a whole collection of movies ranging from romcoms, to action adventure, to thrillers, for them to watch all night. Homura brought some homework she needed to catch up on. And Kyoko brought snacks for all of them to enjoy.

It was perfect, thought Madoka.

Well, she did feel bad for Homura bringing work along with her, but she figured she would be able to help her with some of it anyway.

They enjoyed the Friday night, laughing, eating snacks, watching movies and gossiping all into the late hours of the night.

The next morning, Kyoko woke up with a fever.

The girls tried to help her out of bed, but it was no use, as she felt too unwell to move. Mami, Kyoko’s housemate, could only leave it up to Madoka to care for Kyoko over the weekend.

They were at least able to get Kyoko into Madoka’s bed, so the pink haired girl tended to her whenever she needed food or water.

Madoka gingerly knocked on the door during the afternoon. “I have some soup for you, Kyoko-chan.”

She opened the door and found the red head on her side, her wild hair matted and poking out in all sorts of directions

Kyoko groaned and rolled over, “Ugh, thank you Madoka. You’re a life sav-ACHOO!”

Madoka winced at the amount of snot she expelled. The red head reached for some tissues as Madoka sat next to her to feed her the soup.

Kyoko’s eyes widened. “Uh, I can drink it myself...”

Madoka moved back, stuttering over her response. “A-ah, sorry. It’s just whenever I’ve been this sick, my Papa has always helped me drink my soup.”

Kyoko looked away, blinking with an unknown expression on her face. Madoka stared at her, until the red head replied. “That’s alright, I get it. But I feel well enough to feed myself, so don’t worry about it.”

Madoka smiled apologetically, and gave the soup to the other girl. She lifted the bowl weakly, and slowly moved the spoon toward her mouth.

Madoka reached over for the medicine on the side of the table as the girl sipped the broth. “Have you taken your meds yet?”

Kyoko cleared her throat and scoffed. “As if, I don’t need them.” She looked away again and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, eyeing the medicine regrettably.

Madoka sighed, lowering the meds. “But you’ll feel much better once you do. It’s important to help you fight the fever!”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been sick before, and I’ve never needed to take medicine.” She responded, shrugging it off and sipping more soup. “I can only rely on myself.”

“Kyoko-chan!” Madoka insisted, grabbing the girls attention immediately. “You are very sick and you need to take care of yourself properly, and that means you have to let others help you!”

Kyoko fell silent as Madoka continued.

“You can’t just rely on yourself, it’s okay to lean on somebody else…”

Madoka’s expression and posture changed as she said that, her eyes becoming sad and shoulders drooping. She looked up at Kyoko with the same expression, and Kyoko felt something in her stir.

“Damn…” she muttered.

‘Why does she always have to go and make herself look like a lost puppy?’

Kyoko sighed and held out her hand, “Okay, I’ll take them.”

Madoka’s eyes lit up, and she smiled softly. She handed her a glass of water and the pain killers. “I’m glad,” she said gently.

Kyoko’s hand brushed hers, and she couldn’t tell if it was the fever or that action that made her feel suddenly much warmer.

“Thank you…” she muttered, drinking from the glass and then taking the medication.

She let out a big sigh, the energy she had in her already spent. Her back and legs began to ache again, and she groaned.

Madoka noticed how tired she looked, and stood up, getting ready to leave.

“Wait… Madoka…” Kyoko whispered, making the girl look over at her.

“Can you… grab a wet towel for me, and put it on my forehead…?”

Madoka blinked back, realising that she had forgotten to do that one thing for her. “O-oh, of course! I’ll be right ba-“

“My father and mother used to do that for me… when I was little…” Kyoko continued, her eyes closing, too weak to keep them open.

Madoka stared at her, her insides suddenly feeling hollow. She didn’t know much about Kyoko’s past, but enough to know her family was no longer with her. It made Madoka more appreciative of her family, and the fact she still had them. It made her want to take care of Kyoko as well, like she was able to have a family out of Madoka too.

She approached Kyoko, her heart feeling like it was pouring out to the now sleeping girl. She brushed her hand gently, and patted her head. “I’m sorry, Kyoko-chan, I shouldn’t have forgotten.”

She smiled and cupped her cheek, unable to make sense of her actions. “I’ll be right back.”

#kyomado #madokyo #kyoumado #madokyou

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l3irdl3rain · 2 years ago

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Thinking about Macready today and hoping you the best with the upcoming difficult (and also important and necessary) choices that will have to be made out of love for him. I admire you a lot for what you do with these wonderful animals that would otherwise have such a hard time finding loving homes for their final years and I’ll be crying with you when it’s time.

Thank you. He’s hanging in there today, still willing to eat churu and drinking plenty of water. This is one of the harder euthanasias I’ve done. With my others it was so, so obvious it was time. I want to lie to myself and say when I take him in for euthanasia tmrw Doc is going to have some magic cure and suddenly he’s going to be eating and healthy again but obviously that isn’t the case.

I know what the outcome of tomorrows vet visit is going to be so I’ve allowed myself to start mourning already, if that makes sense. In some ways it’s nice to know it’s coming. Most of my other cats have been “this needs to be done” and I do it the same day. This time I get some time to prepare myself and spend the last few days making him as happy as I can.

I also always try to handle these hard emotions privately / with just my family and closest friends. So to all the people who have already sent condolences I appreciate you all so much. If I don’t reply or if I seem very indifferent about what is happening I promise I’m not, I just know that sad posting online is never going to make me feel better about the situation.

#i also have gotten very very good at looking at these things positively #I got nearly 2 years with Maccready and I am so so lucky I had that time with him #and if my final act of love for him is to have him euthanized so he doesn’t have to suffer then I’m glad I can do that for him #ask #Maccready

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frostmoths · 5 months ago

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Might regret posting this. cw alcohol, suicide ideation

Let me preface by saying I wrote this, and a much more emo version before, over the course of a week, and I’m feeling a little better now. It comes and goes. It's everything I’ve been handling since late May, and I want to open up about it.

I have extreme depression and recent happenings have tipped the scale to make me nearly non-functional. I started therapy and medication a year ago because of the world’s most passive-aggressive rejection. I’m way worse now. I’m on my third med and if what happened Sunday (I was very ill) was a side effect, I’m going to have to quit it too. I don’t believe in antidepressants as a cure-all and I’ve only been conceding because I’m tired of wanting to lay down and die. Not kms necessarily, just stop hurting. Though I’ve got like 10 bottles of various prescription insomnia meds which don’t do any good on their own, so maybe if I take them all at once

One weeknight in early June I tried to drink myself to passing out and forgetting what broke my heart. Instead I threw up and went to work the next day hung over. And it was an embarrassingly small amount to drink. Just that it was cheap and I had it on an empty stomach because I was too enraged to make dinner. I haven’t had alcohol since. I dumped out what was left.

My idiot father, who has dementia, has taken to dragging his guns around everywhere because he’s paranoid they’ll be stolen, and gets angry if he's confronted about it. I’ve alerted several authorities but unless my mother complies, nothing will be done. She won’t because she’s also insane. In May I had a full nervous breakdown expecting me or my cats to get murdered. It was probably the breaking point for my short-lived girlfriend dumping me two days later. Once again my shitty family has ruined any chance of happiness for me.

When I saw a pistol on his chairside table the other day, instead of blind panic, I felt nothing. I kind of hoped it was loaded and he’d do it, so everything would stop.

My new house is a shitshow and I got ripped off. I have approximately 6 hours a week to work on it and zero help so I’m still not moved in. At this point I hope to sell it after a couple of years of improvements (if I can afford them), get my money back, then maybe flee this godforsaken country and go live in the mountains in. Fucking Iceland. idk. My mother promised assistance for certain things and took it back because that’s what she does. I’m about ready to cut her out of my life.

I can barely eat without getting sick in one way or another. I no longer enjoy things like cooking, EDM, watching anime, and, worst of all, writing. Last month I started poking at [redacted]’s outline as a way to keep my head above water, only to realize it’s way more vague than I remember and that some parts make no damn sense. This is a thing I’ve been bragging about for 3 years as proof that I know what I’m doing, so I feel like a fool. I deleted everything I ever posted about it on my sideblog. I’m tempted to wipe what’s started off AO3. Tempted to delete the entire account tbh, too many memories which are too raw right now. I’m not a skilled writer and the pros (plural) were right to call me out on it last year. And this has been the one thing about myself I was confident in my entire life, that I was banking on making a career now that I finally, finally have my own house with peace and quiet, and now I can see I was fucking delusional. I give up.

My therapist says I have trauma and that I never healed from what happened in 2020 (not Covid-related). I can only see her every 5-6 weeks because she’s that booked. She said she argued with administration because she can't focus on her current patients but they keep throwing new ones at her. Kind of like my job. Everyone everywhere is overworked.

To cope I’ve been indulging in something that’s frowned upon — not a substance abuse thing, but an ethical thing? I guess? Among creatives. I don’t care because it helps me. My psych and my therapist both told me to seek supplemental therapy in between appointments. I think they had something more like b*tterh*lp in mind, but that’s a proven pyramid scheme so lol no thanks. Psychology books and imaginary friends it is.

My employer is closed today and tomorrow for the holiday, and I’m on vacation next week. Much-needed extended time off for me. If I don’t make headway on the house then I don’t know what. I didn’t want to spend my one week off a year moving in the middle of fucking summer during the worst heat on record. At one point I had much more pleasant plans but that’s no longer happening and I can’t think about it. I can’t, but I still do.

I wanted this house to be my success story. Having worked hard, she rescued herself, escaped her toxic family with her fur sons and flourished creatively, healthfully, and romantically. All was well. The reality is that I was likely conned as a first-time single homebuyer and I'm so mentally ill now that I may not be able to meet the demands of maintaining a 70 year old house with nonworking appliances I can't afford to replace, let alone my own well-being. How did I get myself into this.

There's one last-ditch effort I can make to pull myself through, but not properly until I move. It sounds like a lame excuse and it probably is, but whatever. Better later than never. However, I tried this last fall, went too hard too fast and burned out after 4 months. I threw a lot of money away doing it. I keep hearing push yourself, go intense, you'll never get there with baby steps but I also think you have to take baby steps if you're starting from zero because otherwise you'll burn out? I'm so tired of conflicting information everywhere. One tells me one thing, another says that's wrong. I can't trust anyone.

There are a couple of other things I’m looking forward to trying more than exercise. Which are probably less healthy for me. Who is going to stop me. hashtag yolo

I keep telling myself it won’t be this way forever. Just like summer. It comes around once a year, it feels like death, and then there’s relief. But it’ll happen again and again. Just like summer. You have to adapt.

I'm glad pride month is over. I don't know what I'm supposed to be so proud of.

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im outside ur house rn lene

also YES. bourbon, cinnamon. not too sharp. maybe a small pinch of citrus here n then (yum). ik that man knows how to wash his clothes too, so the smell def lingers.

buys expensive perfumes that are WORTH buying. i just wanna kiss the tea flavor off of his lips. and his CAR. his car probably smells DIVINE.

im doing good (a lie bc my headaches r getting on my nerves) i hope ure doing better than me n many smooches n love to u too <33 (send me every jjk edit, thank you)

SINNIE MA LOVE !! (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ gasp :0 you’re outside ?? THE DOORS WIDE OPEN FOR YOU !! 🚪<3

omigosh don’t get me started right now… i’ve been wanting to write a “what the ___ characters smell like” series and this might make me do it i fear >:3 i just KNOW some of these delicious men smell absolutely divine !!

nanami doing laundry is such a domestic thought… why am i blushing ?? >//< and his car PLS i just know it smells like a brand new car smell along with a whisk of a clean air freshener :3 im grabbing your hand and opening the car door for the both of us !!

OH NOOO im soso sorry your headaches are acting up again T^T remember to keep drinking water and make sure you’re resting well enough <3 i will be sending many edits in hopes of a magical cure for your misfortunes !! I WUV YOU SOSO MUCH SINNIE !! i hope things get better soon and im sending all tha love back to you, MWUUUAH !! <3

#thank you for this yummy thought of kento sinnie :> ill be thinking about it for the next month methinks…#I WUV YOU SOSO MUCHHH !!! YOURE THA BESTEST EVAAA SINNIE !!!! <3 #「✉︎」 — a trip to the mailbox .ᐟ #° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . — special delivery from sinnie .ᐟ

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r1999-transcript · 11 months ago

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A Nightmare at Green Lake 17 - The New Exodus

Horropedia: Honestly, can’t we just show her our sincerity and care? To share something from the bottom of our hearts, to cure her agony caused by the antagonist’s lonely childhood. Oh, there she is.

Jessica: Just like I expected, you made it! Did you enjoy the story? Oh. I didn’t give you any background information in advance. But it’s okay. You will see a familiar face or two. I believe you haven’t forgotten them. Just like I can’t forget you, Jennifer. Come with me. I’ve prepared you a new home, a home where you may sleep on beds made of soft moss and drink clear, cold spring water. I will get you toffees, coffee, and so many teeth in beautiful shapes. You can even have mine, if you like. You will stay here with me happily ever after, till … till a time even I don’t know of.

Blonney: Huh, Jessica, let us talk. You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?

Jessica: Of course, I have!

Blonney: You are fond of me, as well as the stories I made, aren’t you?

Jessica: Yes, I’m fond of you, Jennifer.

The young girl takes a deep breath and tries to show a smile.

Blonney: Do you wanna make me happy?

Jessica: I think so. I have made you happy once. Would you let me do it again? Do you like my story?

Blonney: Let us go, then, including Jason, Freddie, and Michael. Let all of us go.

Jessica: Why?

Blonney: You have made a mistake. You hurt people, and that is unacceptable. This is not funny. I was to blame for misleading you. I can’t let you keep on doing his. I …

Jessica: Don’t you like my story?

Blonney: Yes, I like it very much. It resembles a lot of the stories I wrote when I was a kid. You must have really liked them so much that you would remember them, as well as me, for such a long time. I will not leave you alone again. I’ll come back for you. Every year, no, every six months. I’ll have more time after the graduation. If I make a new movie, you’ll be my first audience, like what we used to do.

Jessica: But I hate living by myself. I don’t wanna live like this anymore. I have no one to talk to. The friends I have here can do nothing but roar. I sing with them as the sun comes up and wake up among them as the moon rises. Jennifer, you know, I used to have the same dream over and over again. A forest and a grassland. Not in Green Lake, nor any places that I know of. I can hear music that I’ve never heard before. After we met, there is you in that dream. You’d wake up in that dream with me, giving me a wreath. In that dream, I can truly rest. But when I wake up, I found myself in Green Lake again. Do I belong here, in Green Lake Campsite? Or somewhere afar? In the days when no one is here, I always hum the melody in the dream, quietly waiting, until my figure almost blended into the mosses. But I’ve waited for too long—so long that you are no longer a girl but a woman now. I’m tired of waiting for you. I’m tired of living all by myself. I was hoping that you may like my story, that you are different from all those people who always try to run away.

The fog starts to surge, bringing a suffocating smell of grass. In the middle of the fog vortex, the deer girl approaches her targets step by step, her eyes glowing green.

…

Tooth Fairy: The fog starts to gather around her. Step back! Cover your mouth and nose. Don’t breathe the fog in.

Sonetto: Her wounds are healing, and I sense her arcanum is getting stronger. We need to leave now, Timekeeper!

Jessica: No, please don’t go.

The voice of Jessica comes out of the fog. She sounds like a little girl who’s begging her mother for a puppy.

Jessica: Please stay here. I will get you the best beds, honey, and fruits. I will search for foods for you. I will take the responsibility to take care of you.

Blonney: Jessica, we will not stay. Now listen to me carefully!

Jessica: No, I hate living alone!

Blonney: Come with me! I will get you a beautiful house, much better than the one you have here! I will show you around, restaurants, shopping malls, and discos. We can have fun in so many places! I will also get you a room, right in our house. I don’t care whether my parents allow this or not.

Jessica: Jennifer. I really want to be with you, but I don’t want to leave here. I have no desire for the outside world. I will quickly reveal this true look of mine, and people will look at me as if I’ve done something wrong! I don’t like that. I hate when my power gets weakened. I … I want you to stay, here, with me!

Vertin: If I say I could stay?

Sonetto: Timekeeper?!

Vertin: Jessica, if I stay, what will you get me? Except for food and shelter, what else will you get me?

Jessica: Will you?

Jessica wipes the tears off her face and smiles.

Jessica: If you stay, I will share my critter friends with you. Along with my cave, my keys, my little buttons … anything you want!

Vertin: Sounds great. We will definitely have great fun. But Jessica, where are the people who once chose to stay here? When they stayed for long enough, after you ran out of all available games, they were no longer attractive to you and no longer adored by you. I can stay longer than them, but with no exception, I will become boring one day. You will be alone again. Every day, waking up, falling asleep, roaming in the dream alone …

Jessica: No, I don’t want that. I don’t wanna live like that anymore!

Vertin: You can lead a different life. You can embrace a diversified and meaningful life.

Jessica: A diversified, meaningful life?

Vertin: When you were Anne, you asked what my wishes were. Now I know the answer. I know what I want. It’s you. Do you want to come with me? I will find you a good place to stay, where nobody will consider you to be weird, nor will they keep staring at you. You will see the world with us—the amazing and unique outside world.

Jessica: This outside world … what else will it have?

Vertin: There are a lot of people and fantastic things out there. There, some people eat gold bars; some others dance on the crocodile skin. Some people ride a rocket, dashing into the sky, and eventually fall into an unknown Zero-G. Even the grassland and the anonymous music in your dream, they truly exist … in the outside world. If you are willing to come with me, you will have them all.

Jessica: Will you really take me to that place?

Vertin: Of course.

Jessica: Why would I trust you?

Vertin: I promise, with everything I can offer.

Jessica: Promise … I know that word. It means words that cannot be broken.

Jessica’s breath gently touches Vertin, from her forehead to her jaw. She sniffs at her discreetly, like a cautious animal. When she finally stops, she smiles like a happy child.

Jessica: I will make your wish come true. I like you. I hope you can be my friend. This is new. I haven’t made a friend like you in a really long time.

In the deer girl’s palm lies a delicate yet worn remote.

Vertin: What’s this?

Jessica: This is a gift to you. Press it. You will find out.

Vertin: I see.

That gift, looking like an old black remote control, makes a “beep” sound.

Vertin: …!

The next second, the sky splits into two halves and then restores itself to one piece again. Under the sun appears the icon of Zeno. The night is over, and the fog has lifted. The horror story has reached its final act.

Zeno Soldier: They are here! Hey, come here!

Female Foundation Investigator: The medics are ready. Please leave the injured to us.

Zeno Soldier: Captain, captain, we found the target and are now carrying out the rescue. Over.

Vertin: There are no enemies here. Everyone here is a member of our squad! Please don’t attack. Repeat, please don’t attack!

Horropedia: Oh, come on … seriously? First we persuaded her with love and care, then we presented the deus ex machina. Now we are doing this? This is the worst antagonist ever! Everything is so screwed! Commentators won’t write anything nice for us! Well, if it were them to write the story, characters like me would always fail to live long enough to see the end. So I don’t oppose to end this peacefully, but to end like this … err …

Tooth Fairy: Aren’t you happy? They did it, like what you said. Some emotional and comforting plots. Eventually, it shows us that love always wins.

Horropedia: Emm, Ms. Tooth Fairy, that was a joke, a joke to show you my sense of humour.

An acquaintance gets out of the crowd and approaches the children quickly.

Male Foundation Investigator: Timekeeper, it’s great to see that you are fine. And Mr. Horropedia, Madam Z is waiting for you in the car outside the woods. Please come with us.

Horropedia: What? Madam Z? She’s here? Oh, hiss, ah, my wounds … Ah, how painful! Medics … where are the medics?

Jessica: What are these?

Vertin: People from the “outside world.” Don’t worry. They won’t hurt you. You might receive some training for a period. It might be a bit boring, but I promise it won’t last too long.

#reverse 1999 #events #a nightmare at green lake #1.2

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the-rewatch-rewind · 2 years ago

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Another new episode! Maybe the weirdest movie I've talked about yet?

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Hello and welcome back to the Rewatch Rewind, the podcast where I count down my top 40 most rewatched movies over a 20-year period. My name is Jane, and today I will be discussing number 30 on my list: Twentieth Century Fox’s 1952 science fiction comedy Monkey Business, directed by Howard Hawks, written by Ben Hecht, Charles Lederer, and I.A.L. Diamond, and starring Cary Grant, Ginger Rogers, Charles Coburn, and Marilyn Monroe.

Dr. Barnaby Fulton (Cary Grant) is a chemist developing a formula to reverse some of the symptoms of aging. His boss, Mr. Oxley (Charles Coburn) believes this could become a fountain of youth drug, but Barnaby is more realistic, and merely hopes it could cure his bursitis. He’s been experimenting on chimpanzees but decides to try the newest version on himself – and soon after begins behaving like a frivolous college boy. However, unbeknownst to Barnaby, or anybody else, one of his chimpanzees has mixed a separate formula and poured it into his water cooler, so it’s actually the drink of water he used to wash down his formula that he’s reacting to. After a wild day, much of which he spends with Oxley’s sexy secretary Miss Laurel (Marilyn Monroe), the formula finally wears off and Barnaby is back to his more mature self. He’s eager to try it again, but after hearing about his day, his wife Edwina (Ginger Rogers) drinks his second dose before he has a chance to – and, crucially, also takes a drink of tainted water. And hijinks continue to ensue.

The first time I saw this movie was when it happened to come on TV. It must have been summertime because my sister was away at camp and I distinctly remember writing her a postcard about how I had just watched the funniest movie ever. Thus began a phase when I was kind of obsessed with this movie: I watched it three times in 2003, three times in 2004, and twice in 2005. Then I got a little tired of it and took a break, but I returned to it in 2009 and again in 2010, then twice in 2012, and then once each in 2014, 2017, 2018, 2019, and 2022. There are certain things about this movie that really bother me, which is why I don’t rewatch it as frequently anymore, but there are also things about it that I absolutely love, so I don’t think I will ever abandon Monkey Business completely.

This is the second appearance of both Cary Grant and Ginger Rogers on this podcast, so I’ve already mentioned that they’re two of my faves. To people who have vaguely heard of them, a movie like this might sound out of character for these stars. Cary Grant seems to generally be remembered as a debonair leading man, and Ginger Rogers is generally remembered as Fred Astaire’s frequent dance partner. While those aren’t exactly inaccurate perceptions, they are definitely incomplete. People don’t talk nearly enough about how funny both of them were. Like, no offense to the writers, but with the wrong stars this movie could have been absolute garbage. I mean, I think we can all agree that the story is completely ridiculous. But Grant and Rogers were both comedic geniuses, and basically the only reason I keep revisiting this movie is because of how fun they are to watch in it. By 1952, they were both at least two decades into their film careers, and while they did sometimes play serious dramatic roles, much of their work was in comedy, so they’d had plenty of time to hone their comedic skills, and it shows.

I love that Monkey Business gives them so many opportunities to show off different facets of their comedic talents. The silly tone of the movie is set at the beginning of the opening credits, which Grant keeps interrupting by opening the door, and we hear director Howard Hawks’ voice offscreen saying, “Not yet, Cary.” Then in the first scene, Barnaby and Edwina are at home, preparing to go out for the evening, but Barnaby is distracted thinking about the formula and keeps failing at getting ready properly, until Edwina gives up. They both have such perfect timing and excellent chemistry that this dynamic feels entirely believable and natural, and is also incredibly funny. The first time Barnaby takes the formula, Edwina isn’t around, so we get to see Cary being a goofball by himself, and then with Marilyn Monroe as his “straight man”. But then Edwina takes the formula, and it’s Ginger’s turn to be silly, and Cary’s turn as the straight man. And then later both Barnaby and Edwina drink a bunch of coffee in his office, using the water from the cooler, so they both start acting like children, which means they get to act goofy together for a bit. These changing dynamics are all handled flawlessly. Even when they’re under the influence of the formula and acting silly, they’re still somehow believable. While I’m not convinced that feeling younger would really make people behave quite the way they do, the actors sell it so well that it’s easy to just accept it.

The aspect of their behavior that I have the hardest time accepting is that while under the influence of the formula, both Barnaby and Edwina seem to have the instinct to cheat on each other, in ways consistent with stereotypes about their respective sexes. Younger man Barnaby finds himself drawn to sexy Miss Laurel – I know I mentioned in a previous episode that as an asexual I don’t really understand what “sexy” means, but there seems to be a general consensus that Marilyn Monroe was it. Her character is a fairly basic ditzy blonde who was clearly hired for her looks and not her secretarial skills and isn’t particularly interesting, although she does get to say one of the funniest lines in the movie: “Mr. Oxley’s been complaining about my punctuation, so I’m careful to get here before 9:00.” The first time Barnaby takes the formula, he leaves work in the middle of the day, so Miss Laurel is sent to find him, and they end up going out on an extended date. At one point, Miss Laurel kisses him on the cheek, but then he mentions his wife and she backs off disappointedly. So it’s relatively innocent “cheating,” if it can even be considered cheating at all, but that doesn’t stop Edwina from getting jealous – a feeling that is significantly heightened when she takes the formula, to the point that she tries to start a fight with Miss Laurel. Then younger Edwina seems to think she and Barnaby are on their honeymoon, but they end up having a weird fight that doesn’t really make any sense and she locks him out of their hotel room, at which point she calls their lawyer, Hank Entwhistle, played by Hugh Marlowe, who, it was revealed in their fight, kissed Edwina once, presumably years ago. We don’t get to see exactly what happens next, but the following morning Hank seems to think Barnaby is physically abusive based on what Edwina told him. So to summarize: men who feel young want to go out with pretty women, and women who feel young want to pick fights with their husbands and turn to a “friendzoned” man waiting in the wings. And this is reiterated when they take the formula again and act like actual children instead of young adults. Even then, Barnaby is drawn to Miss Laurel and Edwina is jealous of them, and after a fight with Barnaby, Edwina calls on Hank again. I’m not going to claim the way they portray this isn’t funny, because it is, but I don’t love that message, and that’s part of why I don’t love this movie as much as I used to anymore. There are a few scenes between “normal” Barnaby and Edwina where they talk things out that I think are actually pretty good, and it seems like they’re trying to show that a certain level of maturity is necessary for a healthy long-term relationship, which I think does make the message better, albeit amatonormative. I still think they could have made that point without being quite so sexist about it. Although it was 1952, so… maybe they couldn’t have.

There is also some blatant racism in this movie that I realize was common for the time, but that doesn’t make it okay. Child Barnaby overhears child Edwina calling Hank to come over, so he grabs a pair of pruning shears and rallies a group of (all white) neighbor children playing “Cowboys and Indians” to help him tie up and scalp Hank when he arrives. One of the kids informs Barnaby that they have to do a war dance first, and sing, so Barnaby organizes the kids into an “Indian choir” of sorts, and listeners… it is so painfully bad. On the one hand, from a historical perspective, it’s interesting to see how white American kids used to play in that era, but on the other hand, it’s just… no. I get that it’s supposed to be silly, but there are so many ways to be silly that don’t involve mocking Native Americans. A less serious complaint I have about that part is the next time we see Hank after he’s been tied up, part of his head has been shaved all the way to the skin, and there is no way the clippers Barnaby had could have cut anywhere near that close. And while I can easily suspend disbelief enough to accept a chimpanzee unlocking the secret of youth with a mixture of random chemicals, asking me to believe that pruning shears could shave a man’s head that closely is going way too far!

I also had a know-it-all phase when it bothered me that people often refer to chimpanzees as “monkeys” when they’re actually apes, but now I’m more in the “all words are made up to begin with and classifications of animals are especially made up, so who cares” camp. I guess that’s one way I can tell I’ve grown up and matured since the first time I watched this movie, without trying to use the ability to maintain healthy romantic relationships as a metric. But the more I learn about how animals – particularly apes – have historically been treated by the entertainment industry, the less I can enjoy seeing them in older movies. I haven’t heard any specific stories about Monkey Business in particular, but I doubt the chimps featured in it had very good lives, and that is yet another thing that makes it harder to enjoy this movie.

But despite all its problematic aspects and its relentless amatonormativity, overall I do think Monkey Business has a pretty good message about our society’s obsession with trying to stay young. After he and Edwina have both tried the formula, Barnaby has this to say about youth: “We remember it as a time of nightingales and valentines. But what are the facts? Maladjustment, near idiocy, and a series of low comedy disasters. That's what youth is. I don't see how anyone survives it.” And in the final scene, Barnaby concludes: “You’re old only when you forget you’re young.” The movie points out the importance of learning from experience to keep people from acting like fools who don’t understand consequences their whole lives. But it also shows that you can embrace getting older without completely abandoning the youthful joy that people and things you love brought you when you were younger. So the way I feel about this movie is remarkably consistent with its message. As I’ve grown and matured and learned more about the world, I’ve become more aware of its negative aspects, but that doesn’t negate the delight it brought me when I was younger, and having some problematic elements doesn’t make the movie all bad. Monkey Business reveals that life is more complicated than we think it is when we’re young, and youth is more complicated than we think it is when we’re old. Basically, life is messy, and there are no quick fixes, so let’s stop wasting time seeking perpetual youth and instead make the most of the life we have.

This does feel like a bit of a hypocritical message coming from Hollywood, which is famous for its obsession with youth and beauty. I do appreciate that this movie’s two main stars were both in their 40s – positively ancient by Hollywood standards, at least for an actress. In fact, at 41 years old (possibly only 40 at the time of filming), Rogers was the oldest leading lady to ever star in a Howard Hawks movie, which is incredibly upsetting. Grant would continue to play leading men for over another decade, and by this point in his career he’d already begun starring opposite women who were closer to Marilyn Monroe’s age than to his own (he was 22 years older than her), so it’s a bit refreshing to see him mostly paired with Rogers, who was only 7 years younger than him, with his attraction to Monroe portrayed as youthful infatuation that we’re not really supposed to take seriously. Marilyn Monroe herself perfectly embodied Hollywood’s ideal of youthful glamor, and it literally destroyed her well before she could make it to her 40s, so her presence in this movie really draws attention to the hypocrisy of its message. It would be great if the entertainment industry would actually take the movie’s advice and value age and experience rather than constantly worshipping (and thereby often ruining) youthful beauty, but as is so often the case, Hollywood released a movie with a decent message and then proceeded to ignore it.

Thank you for listening to my conflicted thoughts and feelings about this movie. I truly don’t know if anything I said made any sense to those of you who haven’t watched it, which I assume is most people, but I greatly appreciate you sticking with me anyway. Remember to subscribe or follow if you want to hear more, and rate or leave a review to let me know how you’ve been enjoying this podcast so far. Next week I will talk about the third and longest movie I watched 17 times, which is another fun, silly, obscure older movie, so I hope you’re enjoying these. And if you’re not, I hope you will continue listening anyway, I promise there are more recent and more well-known films coming up too. As always, I will leave you with a quote from the next movie: “How do you say in English ‘parachute’?”

#monkey business #cary grant #ginger rogers #marilyn monroe #charles coburn #the rewatch rewind

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dumping all my poetry about you

Down bad for you I have never been this down bad in my life ouch ouch ouch

——

You make me mourn the person I could never be. Smarter, wittier, more genuine. You make me wish I was better, make me hate myself, make me ashamed. You wouldn’t want any of those things.

I can’t write your name, can’t admit I have wanted you for months, can’t humble myself before the universe even in the anonymity of confession.

I knew you hated small talk but I was terrified of doing more, of somehow showing I was paying attention. God I loved you. God I love you.

It hurts that no one ever wants me. No one ever sees me like that. I hate being ugly. I hate it.

——

Folly folly.

My foolproof crush cure is to draw a frog skull in pen. To kill any unwanted love (I’m sorry I’m a burden) all I have to do is draw a frog skull in pen. You made be gotten rid of with a frog skull drawn in pen and then I can speak to you again.

He looks at me with that simple look that I’ve always dreamed of. He’s just happy to be looking at me. Last night he had looked so serious, and the pause had dragged forever (I think it was my last taste of heaven. Let me live there in the afterlife, suspended in hope like honey). But in the here and now his eyes make me feel there is more to me than the shallow layers I’m terrified of. He makes me forget being sixteen and drinking svedka and he makes me forget earlier today and feeling like a failure every time I clock into work. He makes me forget everything I loathe inside me and relive every word I’ve ever said to him. God, have I ever made someone look that happy, that relaxed? No. I haven’t.

He’s not looking at me. Not really.

I remember being young and knowing I was ugly and always would be. I remember thinking my only shot at being wanted was to be wanted by men who would violate me, my only outlet to be used. I remember how much it hurt to realize, and I don’t think it’s gotten any better. I’m just used to it now.

I want someone a little sad so I won’t be the only one who has to bare my soul.

——

They played a song from a show you asked me to watch

I didn’t finish it

History repeats

I’m scared that I don’t love the way I’m supposed to

It doesn’t fill me like it should

I just had a magic moment. It’s the only kind of magic left anymore, the kind that exists with a francium half-life.

I was listening to our song (the one you don’t know about) walking to my favorite spot on campus (you’ve never been there). I was thinking about not-you, about muffins and new jeans and a Master’s degree.

A wind hit.

The silvery underside of each leaf caught the light, with the rustling crescendo of concert confetti. That was it, really, but that’s all it needed to be. It shifted my skin just enough to let me breathe easier than the second before.

I wanted to tell you about it but what would I say? The tap finally turned on, flushing out the stagnant water that had been puddled in my ribs since September? Who wants to hear that?

———

It would’ve been easier if we had never been friends.

Because now, every night, every time I am not careful, I catch myself thinking of you. Wondering what you thought and what you think. Where are you? Did you lie as much as I fear? Was talking to me just another responsibility? And why?

“Why” has taken root more deeply in me than a child just learning about atoms, about dinosaurs, about gravity and the weather. “Why” perches inside the shell of my ear—I cannot hear you speak without hearing it too. “Why” spreads like fire, all my memories of you smoke-hazed. I knew I was too stupid, too young and too boring, to see the world as you did. To move through it as you did. Why did we end up in the same place at all?

There are fair and pretty distractions, a happy meal thrown into the backseat after school to stem the flow of questions with fries and cheap toys. There are the days when you don’t plague me so much. There is the life I have built while pretending you aren’t still laughing at something I said, giving me shockingly honest answers, sharing yourself. You are braver than I will ever fucking be.

——

I hate drinking from cans

And when a cloudy day is broken

I’ve never heard your voice on the phone,

Why does that bug me so much?

The sky sparkled with cast-out handfuls of stars,

like some god’s change purse split open on pavement.

can’t we skip

the getting-to-know-each-other part?

like I’m not tricking you

can I fight down, like before,

all the rusty bile?

I watch her in her perfect sun-blush dress

With a smile that would send the devil running to repent

I watch her like a peeping Tom and then

Run home to try and write down her secrets

I know it’s not much but it’s what I can cling to

A few fingertips bruised against the wall

——

I thought I heard rain but it was tires on dry asphalt

I thought I heard the song you loved

It’s easy to think in the clean space

We are young, working minimum-wage jobs and dressing like the magazines

I got blisters on purpose

See, I don’t mind how I scar and bleed, final-curtain red

Standing-ovation red

———

I circled your birthday on my calendar—no caption

I wonder if I’ll have any words to say when the morning comes

I’ve been watching you get older through other peoples’ photos

Home had been somewhere hovering on your periphery

Longing, longing

I drove past the Thai place and screamed until it vanished in the rear view

I wonder if it was a relief when I stopped calling

I’m hoping you booked a flight to that blackout hotel

Find yourself in the silence like you wanted to

The bit of you I got to share

Playing a game of cancel-plans chicken with my friends

I haven’t seen any of them in a while

But I’ve ruined my life in million ways, so maybe it’s better if they keep a distance.

———

There’s nothing like the empty I felt when I told you I was leaving

You threw down your hat

I knew you would be perfectly fine. Your love was just for my benefit

Like a salve, snake-oil sold in earnest

Wanting to be the one to fix it all. Even me

———

I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I. Miss you. I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you.

And like a cork in a bottle I am undone. It’s your birthday today and everyone lucky enough to still be in your life is celebrating you, a privilege I will never have again. Damn you and your paradox, a smile that welcomes me, welcomes everyone—I could be anyone. Because when you had me alone you had me entirely and you didn’t even know.

There’s a fist in my stomach. Is anger always this blue?

#the wave waterpark

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Season 10, Mission 7: Danse Macabre

Carnival

[cloth rustles]

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I... Sorry. Madam, I... Oh, thank you, really, but I have to go.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Quinzi, please keep the carnival crowd from jostling Frances. I must say, that magpie mask suits you well. [laughs] And Frances, a black swan to match Maxine’s raven!

MAXINE MYERS: We need to keep our masks on tonight. All the gangs of Venice are out, including the most powerful of them all, the Mala.

MOHAMMED Who, alas, have been on the hunt for myself and Frances since we first stepped foot in this city.

MAXINE MYERS: I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I brought you into danger, into a plague city. But I need your help to locate the source of the sickness. And tonight, with the carnival for cover, we might finally be able to.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I’m just glad we found you, Maxie. I don’t care about the plague... well, I do. Those poor people. But not as much as I care about you. Me and Mo spent months looking for Five, for any of the missing Abel people, traveling all over Europe. I’d kind of given up hope. And then we found you! That’s awesome. And you think the plague’s waterborne, right? Me and Mo and Quinzi have been drinking bottled water since we got here. We’ll be fine.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: And besides, it wasn’t truly you who summoned us, was it, Maxine? Your messages came via intermediaries. And its origins was this mysterious contact you’ve mentioned to us, the person who helped you to escape from Valmont.

MAXINE MYERS: If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have made it out of Tunisia. When I got away from Valmont, I was half-drowned, no equipment. That’s when I got the first message, just a printed note with instructions on how to find a stash they’d hidden for me. Food, weapons, maps.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: But you never spoke to them. You’ve got no idea who it really is.

MAXINE MYERS: No. But I didn’t know how they knew I needed help, unless it was one of the others. Five, maybe, or Janine. I don’t know why they can’t get in touch directly. But with Valmont watching... That’s another reason you need to keep your masks on tonight! Valmont might have eyes in the city. I know he’s been tracking me since I escaped in Tunisia. That’s why I couldn’t risk a message home.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: I’ve tried to raise Amelia since we found you to tell her the happy news. My signal never gets through. Blocked by this Valmont, no doubt.

MAXINE MYERS: His reach is terrifying.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: But tonight, we’ll be just four revelers amongst many as we search for the origin of the plague devouring the city from the inside. After the next bridge, we’ll be in Mala territory. We must run!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: We are in Mala territory now. Although it doesn’t look as fearsome as their reputation. The lights from all the palaces reflecting in the water, costumed revelers on every balcony, quite beautiful.

MAXINE MYERS: It’s not usually like this. Since Z-Day, this city’s been divided into territories run by the gangs. Some of them, like your magpies, Quinzi, take good care of their people. Others, not so much. This carnival is a general ceasefire. All the gangs are free to move through each others’ territory, and so are we.

[fireworks explode, audience cheers]

FRANCES DEMPSEY: They seem weirdly happy. For, you know, people in a plague city.

MAXINE MYERS: You need to understand, everyone out there has lost someone or is in the process of losing someone to this sickness. There is no escape, no cure. It’s a party for the end of the world.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: And you are entirely convinced, Dr. Myers, that this plague is connected to Mr. Valmont?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Yeah. I know he’s like, a terrible person, but deliberately spreading a plague is next-level terrible.

MAXINE MYERS: It’s him. When the buboes are fully developed, you can see a V-shaped lesion in them. I think Venice must be a failed experiment, a test of his panacea that went horribly wrong. But it can be cured, I am sure. I just need to know where it came from, where it started.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The plague is everywhere! The streets are filled with the sick and the dead! What makes you believe, Dr. Myers, that this has but one point of origin?

MAXINE MYERS: Have you ever heard of John Snow?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Um, yeah. The “You know nothing” guy from Game of Thrones?

MAXINE MYERS: [laughs] No, the other one, the founder of epidemiology. In the 19th century, people thought diseases were caused by miasmas, bad air. He didn’t. There was a cholera outbreak in Soho he was sure was carried through the water. By studying the spread of the disease, he traced it back to just one water pump.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: They removed the pump’s handle! I believe to prevent further infection.

MAXINE MYERS: Yeah! And I’m no John Snow, but I’ve done my best. I’ve spent the last weeks interviewing plague victims, mapping the spread. Quinzi, you’ve been a massive help. You know Venice better than anyone, and you’re very good at opening doors, literally and metaphorically. Thanks to you, I think I’ve located the well that’s the source point for the whole plague. Trouble is, it’s in Mala territory, which we had no chance of getting into before tonight.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: And you think once we’ve found it, we might be able to take the pump handle off?

MAXINE MYERS: Maybe. And more importantly, with a sample from the source of the plague, there’s a chance my contact can synthesize a cure. One of their messages told me that they’ve got access to an advanced lab, but they can’t do anything until they know where the plague came from.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: I see the first Mala checkpoint ahead. Two sentries dressed in red. Even in a ceasefire, it seems they are still on their guard.

MAXINE MYERS: We can’t risk them identifying you. We need to sneak past. Quinzi, take the lead. Stick to the shadows, and move quickly. Run!

MAXINE MYERS: I can see the Doge’s palace ahead.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It’s all illuminated with candles and colored lanterns. Fire breathers, acrobats, and this music... I... I think I recognize it.

MAXINE MYERS: The Mala certainly made themselves at home. They’ve only had this territory for a few months.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Who controlled it before?

MAXINE MYERS: No one knows. The Mala moved in with very little resistance. I think this is where the plague started, a well in the center of the courtyard. We’ll need to blend into the party and get a water sample without anyone noticing.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I don’t like this...

MAXINE MYERS: You are doing great, Frances. We’re almost at the well.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: No, it’s not that. Doesn’t this feel familiar to you guys?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The Venice Carnival has starred in many a film over the years.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: No, you don’t understand. I’m so sure I’ve heard this music before. If I can just get a closer listen...

MAXINE MYERS: Frances!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Quickly! Quinzi, hide Frances! That dancer knocked her mask clean off!

REVELER: It’s her, the interloper!

MAXINE MYERS: It’s too late. Back the way we came, now!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Not possible. Mala thugs have blocked the entry.

MAXINE MYERS: The other way then, under the arches, into the palace. Run!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We’re inside the palace, but the Mala are right behind us. Now where?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: There, a metal door at the bottom of those stairs. If we slip inside before our pursuers arrive, they may not realize where we’ve gone.

[metal rattles]

MAXINE MYERS: Just kick it, Quinzi. [metal bangs, hinges creak] Everybody in.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: The Mala have run past. We remain hidden.

MAXINE MYERS: They’ll check that door sooner or later. We need to keep moving.

MOHAMME BOUJETTIF: Where are we?

MAXINE MYERS: I think this might be the old prison. I know it’s beneath the Doge’s palace. Frances, are you all right?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry. I felt like I’ve seen it all before, but... Uh, never mind. Can we please keep moving? This place is giving me the creeps. Also, are you seeing lights ahead, Quinzi, or am I officially losing my mind?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: If you are, I’m joining you in madness. This prison should be a shell, derelict, and long-abandoned, but... I see work benches. Are those Bunsen burners? I believe we’re running through a laboratory!

MAXINE MYERS: A hidden laboratory right under the well that’s the source of the plague? It’s got to mean something.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Perhaps our answer lies ahead of us, and with our enemies behind, I suggest we all make haste!

MAXINE MYERS: This underground lab goes on forever. What were they doing?

FRANCES DEMSPEY: And why all these cells? Some of them look like part of the original architecture, but... Hey, I think there’s someone in there. Hello? [metal slams, zombie growls, chains clink, FRANCES gasps] Oh, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s a zombie. I can deal with zombies, especially when they’re locked up. Look, it’s wearing a lab coat. But can you see, Quinzi? It’s got this horrible oily green goo leaking out of its eyes.

MAXINE MYERS: It could be the plague. In its later stages, patients show greenish-black veins all over their face and lymph nodes. Most of them die soon after. The bodies are cremated to prevent further infection. We might be looking at the post-mortem stage.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Over here. I believe I may have found something. A telegram. “Stage one infection completed. Withdraw and observe.”

MAXINE MYERS: I was right. This is the source. I guess that’s my area of expertise these days, the zombie virus and other plagues. [laughs] Talk about a specialism you never wanted. But then... How did they get it in the water?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Over there, pipes leading upward. The well is above here, right? And there’s a huge container of that sickly green goo feeding into the pipes. We found your water pump, Maxine!

MAXINE MYERS: That’s not all. Look at the initials.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: V. Of course.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Again, he marks his gruesome handiwork. An egoist of repulsive proportions!

MAXINE MYERS: Frances, help me disconnect this pipe. It’s probably too late, but let’s stop any more of this stuff getting into the water. Quinzi, get a sample of that goo and let’s get out of here.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Wait, is that... It looks like mold growing in the tank. A horrible sickly green mold. Get some of that, too, Quinzi. [metal creaks and bangs, zombies growl] The cell doors have all opened. It must have been triggered when we touched the pipes!

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: An undead fail-safe. There are dozens of them! White lab coat, barely decayed, weeping that pustulent ooze!

MAXINE MYERS: Mo, behind you. Quinzi, it’s about to grab him!

[zombie growls, splatters]

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: A most inventive use of the spectrometer, Quinzi. Thank you.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: They’re swarming the lab!

MAXINE MYERS: We can’t go back the way we came, the Mala will be waiting. Our only choice is to go deeper into the tunnels. Run!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We can’t seem to lose those zoms!

MAXINE MYERS: We did lose our way, though. All those tunnels look the same.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Wait, are you hearing this?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Music. We must be getting close to the surface!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: It’s the same music from the party. The same song, echoing all over the city. I know this music. Like Alice singing when we were kids, like... something in my bones. The music, the dancers with their grinning masks... I remember now! It reminds me of the dreams I had when I lived in the Far Hebrides. Maxine, do you think the plague is connected to the Red God?

MAXINE MYERS: I don’t know how it could be. This isn’t the zombie virus. There’s no red fungus in Venice.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: But there was mold growing in the tanks that held the plague. I have a sample here. And molds are a form of fungus.

MAXINE MYERS: Well, we’ll have to worry about it later. For now, we need to follow the music. Just run.

MOHAMMED Through there! I can see a light.

MAXINE MYERS: It’s coming from up that ladder. It must be a sewer hatch in the street. We can make it. Quickly! Give me your hand, Quinzi. Mo, get the hatch ready to shut behind us.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: There.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: We’re alive! We made it out!

MAXINE MYERS: I can’t thank you enough. Now that we have found the source of the plague, you can take it to my contact. They can finally start working towards a cure. They’re based somewhere in the Alps. They said they’d have a car waiting for you at the edge of the city with a map inside.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: A vehicle waiting for us and not for you? But surely you will accompany us, Dr. Myers.

MAXINE MYERS: No, I won’t. I can’t leave Venice. Look, we’re clear of the Mala. I think it’s time to unmask.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Your face! Maxine, what are those marks? Those green-black veins?

MAXINE MYERS: I started getting sick just before you arrived. Fever, joint pain. The more visible symptoms came slower. The veins appeared last night. We know Valmont infected people through the water, but there’s a chance the plague itself is infectious in its later stages. I-I can’t risk leaving.

FRANCES DEMSPEY: You should have told us.

MAXINE MYERS: It would have just distracted you, and with what we’ve found today? If you can get to my contact, maybe you’ll be able to save me. And if not me, a lot of other people.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Frances and I will fly like birds to find this contact. Faster! We won’t fail you, Dr. Myers.

FRANCES DEMPSEY: No. Sorry. It doesn’t take two of us to carry that plague sample, and you’ll be faster without me anyway, Mo. I’m staying.

MAXINE MYERS: Frances!

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Look, I’m not a runner or a thief or a genius who solved the zombie plague like you, Maxine. But I worked on Dearg for a long time. If anyone knows the red fungus, it’s me. Or whatever other sort of fungus we’ve got going on here. This is where I need to be.

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: Are you quite sure, my friend?

FRANCES DEMPSEY: Yes. I’m at least going to stay until the fresh water runs out. And then, well, you’ll have brought a cure by then, right, Mo?

MOHAMMED BOUJETTIF: You have told me many tales of your sister, Frances. I know you don’t want to live in her shadow, but I feel she would be proud. Take care of each other. I will use the escape route you’ve prepared, Maxine, and I will cross rivers, fields, and mountains to bring you back a cure. On this, you have my word!

#zombies run #zrs10 #s10m7 #danse macabre #zr transcript #zrs10 spoilers

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