#Queenie writes

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[theycallmequeenie]

Charmed One X Gabriel Crossover

Master List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine:

A/N: Hey all here is part Nine of the Supernatural Charmed Crossover fic, and this one may have some triggering content to some readers, so reader discretion is advised, Talk of unaliving oneself on purpose. As always if you have issues reading anything with trigger warnings but wish to stay up to date with the story please message and I’ll send you a quick summery of this part of the fic. Any Gifs used are not of my creation as I don’t know how. If you are the maker of any Gif I used and want me to add credit to the post just let me know and I’ll tag you as the creator/ owner of said gif. Happy Reading.

Gabriel wanted nothing more than to love on her and make her feel safe, but his efforts were going unanswered as he could feel Y/N putting her walls up and trying to shut him out of her mind as she did when she wasn’t dealing well with something that was bothering her. He knew all he could do was just be there for her and try to comfort her. 

He let out an unconscious sigh and kissed her forehead and gently held her to him. He hid his surprise at her allowing him to pull her closer to him because he honestly figured that she would pull away from his touch. He noticed her silently crying even though she was doing her best to conceal it. After burying his face in her hair, he allowed himself to do the same.

Neither of them had allowed themselves to just process the reality of the events of the day. Y/N had gone from alone in the word to having three sisters, a brother-in-law, two nephews, and a little one of her own on the way that could potentially take her life as she was giving life to the little one. They were suffering from information overload among other overwhelming emotions.

They stayed like this for about an hour, silently weeping and clinging to each other trying to comfort each other and come to terms with everything that had transpired. They separated just enough to see the other’s faces, Gabriel looked concerned, and Y/N looked heart broken. There was a question burning into his mind, but he was almost too afraid of the answer to ask it. The operative word being almost. He needed to make sure his fears were just that fears and not his instincts raising red flags.

Gabriel gently cleared his throat and began to speak in a soft loving tone, “Babes, I have a question that I have to ask, and I know it’s going to probably upset you, so I need to you promise me you won’t run on me again.” He paused and waited for a response from Y/N, which he got in the of an ‘ugh’ expression on her face and a reluctant nod. He steadied himself and looked deep into her eyes and spoke in an unfamiliar serious tone, “Y/N, did what almost happened tonight the result you were looking for?”

Y/N went pale at the question. She honestly hadn’t thought that her needing time alone to digest everything could have been perceived as her trying to get killed. She had a deep frown on her face as she herself ran through all the questions she assumed Gabe had running through his mind and thought a few of her own. Was this a subconscious attempt? Did she actual do that hoping for that outcome? She shook the thoughts and questions out of her head. 

Y/N’s face went emotionless as she started to speak, “Okay never mind the implied gaslighting in that question. How could you ever think that?” Her voice was gentle and soft her tone was one of disbelief. There was no sign of anger from her. “Gabriel, I would never do anything that would take me from you. Earlier I just wanted a few minutes of solace to cope I didn’t plan to end up on top of the Golden Gate. Mind you that view was gorgeous.” She added the last bit in an attempt for levity.

It fell flat. This was one time Gabriel wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Shaking his head he pressed the issue with a flat, “That wasn’t an answer, Y/N, that was avoidance.” Gabe wasn’t backing down on this. He had to know for sure.

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, “No Gabriel. What happened, almost being smited, was not the end game earlier. There are you satisfied now?”

Y/N got off the bed and started pacing the floor of the room and hugging herself. Trying to calm her nerves. She couldn’t figure out why she was so upset by his question. So she decided to try again to change the subject, “Can we please just decompress and listen to Phantom of the Opera?” 

Gabe knew what she was asking. Phantom was her comfort movie. Has been as long as he’s known Y/N. Against his better judgment he nodded in agreement and snapped his fingers turning the tv on as it started playing the opening to the movie. He pulled back the covers and patted the bed silently asking her to join him. 

She did thankful for him letting the subject drop. She didn’t need the added stress right now anyway and they both knew that. She’d had enough of that for one night. She clung to Gabriel desperate for comfort.

Gabriel held onto her and did what he could to comfort Y/N. It started out with him humming along to the opening then he was softly signing along and by the time the movie ended he had been singing gently to Y/N in Enochian lulling her into a soft sleep.

To Be Continued… 

Part Ten

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[idledreams4]

Run In With The Law

Pairing: Nolanverse!Jonathan Crane x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence

Description: Bane has taken over the city, giving you a chance to move up a little in the criminal world. It wasn't too long before you heard about some trials happening, sentencing hearings really, for the corrupt corporate assholes who'd made your life a living hell. Out of curiosity you decide to head down to City Hall and see what's going on.

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For someone like you, this new Gotham was a paradise, not so much a prison. You didn't have much growing up, and sometimes had to steal to get by. It didn't stop as you got older though, it actually got worse. You made a living for yourself in the shady parts of the city. You got caught once, served a few weeks for petty theft, really wasn't a big deal to you. Now that Bane had taken over the city and brought it to anarchy however, you could live like a queen. Your name had been well enough known in the underworld that you mostly get left alone, and anyone stupid and/or ballsy enough to try and mess with you was lucky if they left your new penthouse any way other than over the balcony railing. It wasn't too long before you heard about some trials happening, sentencing hearings really, for the corrupt corporate assholes who'd made your life a living hell. Naturally, you decide to check it out, you imagine it will be quite satisfying watching them beg for mercy. So you make your way downtown and follow the crowds of people.

It's far from a proper court, a single chair sat before a massive tower of desks, mobs of people on either side. Atop the massive safety hazard, toweri g over everything else in the room, sat a man that could only be the judge. He looked rather familiar, where had you seen that devilishly handsome face before? That's it! He was a psychologist at the Arkham Asylum, Doctor Crane. You only saw him briefly while you were locked up. Headed to assess some other inmate to see if they were crazy enough for the insanity plea. He looked good though, even if he was hard to see it was impossible to deny that.

So you spent the day hanging around, a few of the men actually ended up choosing death over exile, which you found interesting. You had your fun, and in the evening you decide to head to you favorite bar. It had been taken over by one of Gotham's crime syndicates at the start of all this, but they didn't mind a pretty girl coming around every now and then so long as you didn't start trouble.

"What'll it be tonight Miss y/l/n? The regular?" The bartender asked, flashing you a broken smile.

"I'm thinking we spice it up tonight Tony, surprise me." You were pretty good pals with Anthony, he grew up down the street from you. Always getting into mischief together. You helped eachother out in the bad times, when you could afford to at least, and when you couldn't you'd always make up for it.

"And for you, y/n/n it's on the house." He sets a glass in front of you. Much prettier than usual, a nice glass with a bright orange cocktail that reminds you of the sunset, it's garnished with a slice of lime, a sprig of mint, and a cherry floating in the glass.

"Rum Sunset. Thought I'd being a bit of brightness to your day"

"Well thank you, you didn't have to do all this. At least let me pay you." You would feel bad for just taking this for free, but he refuses. At last you give in and try it. Despite its looks it's actually very simple, spiced rum and some orange juice, a bit of grenadine for the colour. It's as warm as it's name suggests. Anthony catches you up on some , and you tell him about the latest attempt to rob the penthouse you took up residence in. As you two are catching up you notice someone new walk in. He takes a seat a couple stools down from you. When you shoo Anthony away to go assist a paying customer you look over only to realize it's Dr. Crane.

"Actually, I'll pay for his drink Tony."

"Do I know you?" Having caught his attention he turns to face you, and now you get a proper look at him. He looks even better up close it seems.

"No. I was at your little courthouse today though. Must say, it's quite a gig you got there Doctor Crane."

"Yes, I suppose it is. Not much use for a psychiatrist now, so I do what I can. Clearly you know who I am but I can't say the same about you. You have a name?" You're a little surprised as it's been a while since you ran into someone who didn't know you, but he was legit before all this. As far as you know. Though, it doesn't make sense to you that he'd hold the position he does if he didn't have connections of his own.

"y/n. Maybe you've heard of me? I've done a couple jobs for Falcone" it's no accident you name drop the biggest name in organized crime, if Crane's got connections you're confident it's to him.

"So that's who I'm talking to. The infamous y/n y/l/n. Thief mainly, an accessory to not one, but 3 homicides, and recently building up a reputation for avidly protecting her home." You laugh at this.

"So much for not knowing me then." He has a sip of his drink, and so I have a bit more of my own.

"I meant more personally anyway, really I still know nothing about you." This man is impossible to read, whether he's interested or just being polite I can't tell. So, I move over to the next stool, still leaving space but it cuts the gap in half.

"What exactly would you like to know about me?" I'm thankful Tony has left me alone, I hope it's not just because he's been busy. The last thing I need is to get cockblocked by one of my best friends.

"Lots of things. Though I guess particularly what scares you. Old habit really, phobias and fears were my primary areas of focus." Hearing this makes you chuckle, which intrigues the doctor. "Was something I said funny to you miss y/l/n?"

"Well, just that there's nothing I can really think of that scares me. But... Maybe if you got to know me a bit better you might find something, buried, deep inside me." You were hoping that your fears and likely some repressed childhood trauma weren't going to be the only things deep inside you tonight, and based on his reaction you were definitely on the right track. He was about to empty his glass when he paused, probably realizing what your tone was implying, and set the glass back down. His whole demeanor changed at this point.

"Well, some people find it difficult to talk about themselves without a prompt, and I believe you'd be exactly the type. But I don't think a game of 20 questions is particularly the best way to get to know someone. So, what do you propose?" You shift again, now to the stool right beside his.

"Well..." You pretended to ponder the question, with a smirk on your face. You gently rest your hand on Crane's knee and slowly let it work its way up as you continue to speak. "I was thinking we head back to that famous penthouse of mine. In a more comfortable environment, I might just open up for you." You finish what's left in your glass, as does he, and leave behind a tip for Anthony. You then guide crane out of the bar and lead him back to the penthouse.

"Hey, I'll pay you overtime but I need you on guard for tonight Rodrigo. Get yourself a coffee or something, but if you're not here in the morning, then leaving your post will be the last mistake you ever make. Understood?" If anyone thought you'd leave your place unguarded when you went out they must be crazy. You rotate a few guys as your guards, but you trust Rodrigo the most. So when you're out for long stretches of time, he's who you call. He's a big guy, used to be a bouncer at a club before the underground fighting ring got busted. Most of the guys who got in the ring were fugitives, either broke out of jail or had outstanding warrants. But, despite the tough looks he knows full well I can take him.

"You think I'd try taking you out?" Crane asks, probably joking.

"No, I think some of the guys at the bar will spread word around that I've had a bit to drink and went home with a guy. I'd be completely vulnerable right now if it weren't for him." You say as you both get into the elevator

"the only reason they don't try anything while I'm in the bar is because their boss would kill any one of his men who lays a hand on me. I've been a valuable asset in the past, and he wants to ensure we can do business again in the future."

The elevator dings and the doors slide open to reveal your humble home. A luxurious kitchen and bar to the right, living room with a massive picture window dead ahead, and in between are the steps that lead up to my bedroom, and the balcony. To fill the empty space between the three sections the previous tenants have a beautiful grand piano sitting in the middle of it all.

"It is is quite the place you've found for yourself. I have to say I'm a bit jealous." He follows you out. You didn't expect his reaction, you imagined he'd have a far nicer place than this.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, just about every man I know wishes he could be where you are right now. This is an opportunity not many people get." You lean against the wall in your bedroom, letting him look around but keeping a close eyes on him. He addresses your comment as he makes his way back toward you.

"Being in your penthouse? I've come to understand it's leaving it that's such a coveted opportunity." He raises an eyebrow as though prompting you for more information, but keeps a smirk on his face you roll your eyes playfully and grab his tie, pulling him closer to you.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly why you're here Doctor."

He grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The other tilts your chin up so your looking him in the eyes

"Please, it's Judge Crane now. And you, my dear, have been found guilty, for the crime of seducing a public official. You're hereby sentenced to one night of passion, here in your own private prison."

[fandom-queen-13]

What's this? Queenie finished a fic?!

This was literally six months in the making, and I'm very proud of it!

@sophieswundergarten Thank you for giving me the ideas!

Bonus bingo card (I never forgot it)

[magma-queen]

This is @giggly-squiggily ‘s second request! I hope you love it, my friend! And if you have any other requests, please don’t hesitate to ask! <3 love you!

It was one of those days where the two men had absolutely nothing to do but cuddle together, and they were just fine with that.

It was near the beginning of their relationship, after their teams disbanded and came together as one. It was near a year and a half in. They moved in together, and were quite happy that they were together again, regretting everything that’s happened that drove them apart from the start.

When Archie you know, fucked up, with Kyogre.. Archie begged the redhead to forgive him for being a jerk. (And kind of destroying Team Magma’s submarine and base, getting possessed by the red orb, stealing Groudon from them, etc.)

(There was a lot that happened in two episodes of the anime lmfao 🤪)

They immediately rekindled both their relationship, and even their rivalry, to a degree. They still had their differences, but they were willing to work on it to be together.

“Mmmph- Archie.. you’re smothering me~” Maxie murmured, trying to shut his eyes to sleep.

“Awwww, don’t be that way, Max… M’ using ye as my pillow~ I asked, and ye said that it was fine.” He said, snuggling closer.

“Mmm.. I did.. but you’re literally on top of me..” He laughs. “I can’t breathe.”

Archie chuckles, nuzzling his chest. “Can’t help it that I love ye so much.” He got closer and buried his face into his hair. “Yer hair is so fluffy~ it smells lovely too~”

He blushed. “Archie, you’re being so weird right now.” He laughed.

“I’m insulted. How dare ye say that to yer own boyfriend..” He sighed dramatically, laying down on his belly like a pillow.

“Oh my g- enough with the dramatics, you big baby~” Maxie chuckled, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“But I looooove youuuu, Maxie..” The bigger man whined.

“And I love you too, my darling. But, you’re being a complete brat right now.”

Archie just laughed and hugged him close, sighing happily into his stomach. He looks over to see his boyfriend’s glittering red nail polish on his toes. “Oooh, that’s new.”

“Hm? What is?” Maxie asked.

“Yer toes. Did ye go to get a pedicure done, babe? Without me?”

“Maybe~” He grins. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a pedicure.”

Archie’s eyes shined, looking at how pretty of a color it was. “It IS a big deal!” He sat up and shuffled over to his boyfriend’s feet. “This is so cute! Babe, they’re so pretty!”

*blush* “Again, it’s not that big of a deal, dear. I’m- AH!”

He squeaked when Archie took a closer look at them, holding one of his feet in his hand and gently observing his toes.

“Wh-what are you doing??”

Archie smirked. “Just seein’ what kind of shade ye used~ Ye don’t mind if I look, do ye?”

He knew exactly where this was going, knowing Archie. “Don’t you-! Gmmmph!! Dohohon’t! Don’t touch my tohohoes!” He squeaked.

Archie smirks again, that’s just what he was missing during this little cuddle session, laughter. Specifically Maxie’s laughter.

“Why, honey? I’m just lookin’ at them.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed his fingers underneath his toes.

“GAH-! Ahahahahhehehhehee-! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“What’s so funny, Max? I didn’t know that the nail polish was funny~” Archie teases, now tickling his toes.

“YOUHUHU BAHAHAHAHSTARD- HAHAHAHAHAH- STAHAHP THAHAHAHAT!! IHIHIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAVE SENSITIHIHIHIVE TOHOHOHOES!!”

“Ohhhh~ Ye have sensitive toes, mm? In other words… ye have…”

He covered his face, embarrassed and hysterical. “DON’T SAHAHAY IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Ticklish toes!” He cackles, tickling in between his toes, making his boyfriend cackle and squeal.

“ARCHIHIHIHIHIE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!! HAHAHAHAH- I’M- IHIHI’M TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!”

This was so damn cute to the sailor. He chuckles as he continues. “Oh? Well, if yer toes and feet are so ticklish, then why did ye go get a pedicure? Huh? That’s literally paying to get tickle tortured.” He teases. “That scrub brush is hell!”

“IHIHIHIHI THOUGHT I COHOHOULD HAHAHAHANDLE IHIHIHIHIHIT!!!”

“And could ye?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAH- IT’S TOOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

Archie snickers, tickling the bottom of Maxie’s foot. “My god, what I’d give to have been there. I bet that was a sight to behold~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!STAHAHAHHAHAP TICKLING MY FEHEHEHEHEET!!”

“Hmm~ okay!”

He stops, letting Maxie breathe. But, he then shuffles back over to his side, pinning him to the bed gently.

“Wh-whahahat’re you- Gmmmph!! Pffffft- *snort*”

Archie’s playful fingers started jabbing at his belly.

“I’ve been wanting to poke that cute tum today.” He looks at his red headed lover trying his best not to laugh. “Hey, ye didn’t say to stop tickling ye completely. Ye said to stop tickling yer feet. Ye said nothing about yer tummy~”

Fuck. He didn’t.

He shouldn’t have to, goddammit. As much as he loves him, Archie is going to be the death of him one of these days. (Affectionate)

Ever since they started dating, from day one, Archie has been an overly affectionate and playful boyfriend. And that, Maxie secretly LOVES. He loves hugs, kisses, cuddles, and yes, even tickles.

“C’mon~ Ye know ye want to laugh~ Hmmm… where can I get the best reaction out of ye?”

Not even two seconds later…

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHAHAHAHT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He bursted out while Archie dug his finger in his bellybutton. “NOHOHOHOT THE BEHEHEHELLYBUTTON!! I’M GONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHUHUHU!!!”

“God, yer so cute, and so is yer little innie~ coochie coochie coo~ is this yer tickle spot? Huh? Tickletickletickle~ Gitchie gitchie gitchie~!”

“STAHAHAHAHP TEHEHEHEASING!YOHOHOHU’RE SUHUHUHUCH AHAHHAHA CHIHIHIHIHILDAHAH- MEHEHEHERCY!! *wheeze* MERCY! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T- *squeal* BRHEHEHEHEHEHEHATHE!!”

Archie just giggles to himself, enjoying the boisterous laughter and shrieking giggles his boyfriend laid out for him. He knew he was being so mean right now, going after his tickle spot like that, but he wanted to hear his lover’s precious giggles and squeals. That’s enough of a reason, right? >:)

“NOHOHOHOHO- *snort* MOHOHOHOHOHORE!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!” He shouted, gasping for breath when Archie finally stopped. “Hah.. hehe.. heh.. Ahaharchihihiee..”

“Yer fuckin’ adorable, Max.” Archie cooed, kissing his belly, making Maxie squeal and try wiggling away.

His eyes went wide as his Archie’s lips pressed on his stomach. “Stahah-Stop! That tickles!” He giggles out, trying to squirm away.

“Hahah! Alright, alright! I might’ve went a bit overboard~ I’ll spare ye, for now.” Archie smirks, laughing when Maxie pushes him away. “Babyyyy! I’m sorry! Ye’ve just been so grumpy lately! Please cuddle?”

“Hmph. Dohohohoo you deserve cuhuhuddles after that?”

He pulled out the Lillipup eyes. He knew that Maxie couldn’t resist it.

“Mmm.. perhaps I can forgive you, this time.” He stares Archie down. “But, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll get you back TENFOLD.”

This did scare Archie a little bit, but anything is totally worth hearing Maxie’s laughter. Any day.

“I guess I’ll be prepared for that, then.” Archie giggles, making Maxie sigh heavily and fall back into the bed.

“You’re ridiculous~” Maxie affectionately teases.

“Bwahahah! Ye love me~”

“Yes, I do. Always~” Maxie says, pecking a kiss to Archie’s cheek. “I’ll always love you. Even if you start your ridiculous shenanigans~ Just, promise me you won’t reawaken Kyogre.”

Archie scoffs and lays back down on his boyfriend’s belly once more, as Maxie affectionately pets his hair.

“I can tell that you’re pouting.”

“Mm’ not..”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

Archie grins, an idea in mind. “Yeah, babe. I’m not pouting.”

“And how would I know that for sure if you don’t look up at me? With those beautiful blue eyes of yours~?”

Haha. He knew he would say that.

“Simple, sweetie. I do.. this..!”

With that, he swiftly raised Maxie’s shirt up, and pressed his lips into his belly while blowing a big raspberry.

“GAAHHAHAHAHAHAH- Y-YOHUHUHU DIHIHIHICK!!!! STAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!”

“Awww, why, sweetie? PFFFFFFT! that wasn’t very nice~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES, YOHUHU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!!!”

He gasped dramatically, scribbling at his belly. “How dare ye call me the J word! That deserves double the tickles!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NO NO NO IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” He begged, shrieking when Archie’s fingers found his ribs. “EEEEE!! STAHAH- STAHAHP!! NAHAHAHT MY RIHIHIHIBS-!

“Oh? Yer sorry, huh? Ye were talking a big game just a moment ago~ callin’ me a jerk.”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIHIHIDN’T- *HIC* MEHEHEHEHEHAN IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!! ST-STAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIT!!”

Archie chuckles, slowing his tickles just a little bit, and gently tweaking Maxie’s ribs. “God, yer so cute. I completely forgot how ticklish ye really were~ Awww~ did someone get the hiccups?”

“PL-PLEHEHEHEASE-! *HIC* EHEHEHEHENOUGH-! IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T- *HIC* BREATHE!”

The bigger man cackles as he stops his tickles. Maxie took a deep breath before dissolving back into giggles, trying to catch his breath once more.

“Sorry, babe.. are ye okay?”

“I.. hehe.. will be, heh.. jerk.”

He immediately covered his mouth. He just fucked himself over.

“Ohhh~? Ye must really want to get wrecked again, don’t ye?”

“No no no no- I’m sorry! It just slipped out-! Plehehehease don’t!” He flinched, his hands raised up to defend himself.

Archie tilts his head. “Honey, are ye.. uncomfortable with me tickling ye?” He asked.

“What- no!” He replied immediately, then blushed. “No, no.. not at all. What makes you think that?”

“Ye flinched.. like I was gonna attack ye, or hurt ye.”

“Oh, Archie…” He wraps his arms around his waist. “You know better than that. I know that you’ll never hurt me. *kiss* ever.”

“It’s just… we’ve gotten back together and we’ve been dating for over a year now… if I’m doin’ anything that makes ye uncomfortable.. ye’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course I will, Archie. Nothing you do is wrong or making me uncomfortable. I love you.”

He smiles. “I love ye too, Max. So.. yer not uncomfortable with the tickling?”

His face turned red. “N-no. Not at all.. In fact, I.. I actually quite enjoy it.” His face turned even redder. “God, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?? Really?” Archie beamed, really happy. “Awww, that’s so cute, love. I’m so happy to hear that!”

“W-what? You- you don’t think that it’s weird?”

“Of course not! Do ye know how much I love to hear that sweet laugh of yers? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Max. And ye never do it enough! My jokes can only get so far! Maybe a chuckle or two, or perhaps a few giggles here and there.. but nothing like this. It’s such a sweet sound.”

That alone made him chuckle and blush. “Well.. your jokes aren’t the funniest in the world~” He teases.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe ye’ll think THIS is funny!” He grins, pinning him back down and tickling his sides.

“Ahahahahahah- wahahahahait-! Ihihihihihi- *hic* wahahahahsn’t reeheheheheheady!” He squealed.

“Hehe! Then don’t tease me like that, silly! God, yer the cutest~” Archie cooed, moving to his hips.

*HIC* “Ahahahahahahah-! *snort* Okahahahahay-! Okahahahay I’m sorry!! Lehehehehet me uhuhuhup, yohuhuhuhu bihihihig- hahahah- dork!!”

Chuckling, Archie let up, knowing that he’s tickled his boyfriend enough for the day. He leans down and gives Maxie a kiss.

“Ye okay?”

“Heheh.. yes, I’m fine.” He sat up, hugging Archie close. “I love you.”

“I love ye too, my sweet Max.”

[queeniesaewblog]

I’m going to just leave this here….

This takes place right after Worlds End and it’s my version/explanation of what happened.

I believe we will see Adamjf together again. It’ll take time but I am a patient bitch.

[queeniecamps]

sneak peek of a new fic

[theycallmequeenie]

I’m trying to but I can’t remember where I was going with it.😅 Queenie is working hard on all the things today!

If you’re reading this: this is your sign that your WIP is worth writing, is worth the effort, and that you are doing great. Keep going, take breaks, reflect. But do not lose sight of how far you’ve come on this project! You can do it!

[bluegiragi]

big d stands for big demeanour (inspired by this mini thread-fic by queeniebgalore on twitter - it is nsfw like immediately so be wary)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[queenofbaws]

Hi there! For some reason I feel like you've been asked this before but can u do one where Hannah realizes abt josh's crush on sam? thanks!

"Don't."

At first, he wasn't entirely sure the warning had been meant for him; he was the only person in the kitchen, yeah, and Hannah was staring a hole through his forehead, sure, but...still. She didn't look away though, not even as he slowly lowered his plate of pizza rolls onto the counter and raised his hands into the air, just kept glaring like she'd caught him kicking a puppy in real-time, so that sort of cleared things up.

"Don't..." he prompted, waving his hand to goad her along, "...eat a very important, very necessary, very nutritionally dense midnight snack?"

She crossed the kitchen in two furious strides, poking her finger squarely into his chest with every syllable she spoke (all in that same executioner's hiss, obviously): "Don't you do this to me, Josh - don't make things weird! - quit being all flirty with Sam, it's the grossest thing I've ever seen!"

"The grossest, huh," he droned, leaning back against the counter before biting the corner of a pizza roll, purposefully letting the steam billow out to fog Hannah's glasses, "Han, I don't know how to tell you this because you're my sister and I love you, but uh...I will, in fact, be taking that as a challenge to get even grosser where Sammy is concerned, so I'd advise you to strap in, cuz shit's about to get obscene."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[kangaroomaze]

Y'know, I find it very telling and absolutely hilarious that Gooseworx has gone on record that she "Personally doesn't give a sh*t about romance." And YET, somehow managed to make a more engaging, healthy, and loving couple that the fandom is invested in. More than most Romance novels/shows/comics nowadays in media!

[queenie-the-court-jester]

cotton and the magic vagina

for my beloved 🐁 anon 💋

🐰cotton got a 9 incher I kid you not. He may be 4'9, but that monster in between his legs needs to be taken care of every half hour or else you'll have a needy bunny humping your thighs

🐰he wants lots of kids. So he'll try to make as many as possible without thinking of how to provide for them. About half of each litter makes it through infancy, the rest dying in their sleep. It makes you sad whenever you see the little graveyard you made in the backyard

🐰 he's a good father but it's hard teaching him not to fuck you Infront of the kids. Have some decency young man. You're completely appalled when he said his parent's use to do the same Infront of him and his siblings.

🐰the only clothing he doesn't immediately take off is his underwear, saying he likes the way it rubs against his dick. Weirdo.

🐰some days you can't even walk properly with how often he demands sex. He's not a one pump chump, going atleast 4 rounds before he lets you go back to work

🐰don't let him catch you lactating, he'll go ape shit begging to drink some of it. He'll sometimes get jealous of his own kids when he sees them get more attention. Immature brat.

Silly doodle ↓

[theycallmequeenie]

Lexi And Happy

Master List

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12, P13, P14, P15.

Part 16

A/N: And here we are with the next part of Lexie and Happy’s story. No, I will not accept the events of the Mayans and will not be righting as such. Happy is alive and will get his well-deserved Happily Ever After. As always Happy Reading.

Lexie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Happy’s expression. That sly little smile had always made her heat flutter. She let out part of a giggle at Happy’s words. She knew for a fact that Hap wasn’t wrong, Tig would do just that if he returned home from work to find that Lexie wasn’t in her room again. She nodded, offering up a small grin herself. 

Happy took that as his cue to jump out and help Lexie out of the passenger seat. He was around the car and at her door in a few seconds. His long legs and light jog aided in that. He got to her door and opened it for her knowing she was still figuring out how to work around her broken arm. He knew that had to be frustrating her and judging by the look mild irritation on her face he was right in that. He reached out to help Lexie down out of the SUV but paused for a moment as Lexie gently tugged on his cut pulling him in enough for her to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. An action that was a rarity between the two of them. With the two of them it was always the forehead kisses when the two exchanged loving, innocent gestures. The quick peck surprised Happy, but he didn’t miss a beat and returned the affection with a quick peck on her forehead before scooping her up and lifting her out of her seat. 

With a low rumble in his chest he chuckled, “See Little Girl, I still got you, Baby. It wasn’t just the adrenaline that night.” As he set her back down on to her feet with a triumphant smirk on his face after hearing her attempt to protest stopping short.

Lexie tried to protest him lifting her up bridal style, but she stopped as soon as she started. Hearing him call her Baby for the first time since well before she left caught her right in the nostalgia. Him calling her that took her back to being twenty years old and head over heels in love with a leather clad biker who would often only let her see the gentleness in him. She knew what he did for the Sons, she had known from essentially the time she met him that he did in fact live up to the club’s nickname for him. 

It should have bothered her enough to keep her distance from the man everyone around her called the Tacoma Killer, but it didn’t nor did knowing that was a well-earned nickname and not a facetious one given in jest. Not even her uncle could sway her intrigue in the man. Her heart decided not to give anyone a choice in the matter including her.

A yawn pulled her out of her thoughts, and she locked eyes with Happy as his deep brown ones, that were filled with concern, looked into her green ones. Knowing what he was about to ask she placed the hand that wasn’t in a cast on his chest to reassure him as she spoke to him.

“Hap I’m okay, when you called me baby it just brought back some nostalgia and I got lost in my own head for a moment thinking about where we started.” She had to pause because of another yawn. “Maybe we should get me in there and situated enough for a nap. This morning took more out of me than I had anticipated.”

That was all Happy needed to hear he stepped to her steady side and put an arm around her lower back touching her just enough to let her know he’s there to support her if she needs it. It took them a little longer than the normal because of how sore her body still was. Happy understood it but it upset Lexie because she hated not being one hundred percent. Happy knew that too and did his best to encourage her and distract her from getting frustrated or upset by her slowed movement. 

Slowly and gently, they made it into Tig and V’s home and back to Lexie’s room Hap had just gotten Lexie seated on the edge of the bed. As he started looking for something more comfortable for her to sleep in V had lightly knocked on the doorway.

“Hey sweetheart, just got off the phone with Tig. He was checking in to see if you had gotten here yet and asked me to check on how you were feeling after your big day out.” She spoke with her thick southern draw but in a soft gentle tone with a matching smile. 

“Hey, Aunt V.” Lexie responded sounding as tired as she felt and most likely looked. She reached up and grabbed the hair tie that had been holding her hair up in its messy bun all morning. “Not going to lie to anyone, this morning did take more out of me than I thought it would. Wonder if this is how seniors feel after their field trips from their nursing homes.” Lex paused again as Happy handed her what he had found for her to sleep in and as Lexie nodded to thank him, she looked back to V and decided to ask her something, “V? do you think you could maybe call Tig back and see if he’d be okay if you took the SUV back to get him or if he would be willing to drive the tow truck back? I kinda don’t want Hap to leave me…” 

Lexie looked at V with a childlike pleading expression on her face. Venus made a note to herself that it looked just like Tig’s ‘please don’t leave me’ face he made at her years ago. She nodded with a loving smile “Sure thing Darlin’. I’ll go do that now and let Happy help you change and get you comfortable, and I’ll be back in a few minutes with your meds, your usual peanut butter sandwich to help avoid any stomach upset, and an answer for you.” V gave Lexie a reassuring smile before she walked away. 

Lexie offered a slightly louder thank you to Venus as she walked down the hall to make the call she was met with a muffled ‘yep’ from V. Lexie looks up at Happy with a defeated grin, “Well Ole Man, I know you don’t enjoy undressing me and not getting to reap the benefits of it but I sorta need some help…” she looked up at him with an imploring expression on her face. Knowing he would but she also knew what she was doing would help pad his male ego.

Hap knew what she was doing too. Trying to look as helpless and pitiful as she could just to get a little bit of skin-to-skin contact with him. She would do something similar when they first got together that virginal innocence had her too bashful to initiate much of anything in the very beginning. It was something new to Happy and if he were honest with himself, it was exciting for him. 

He could see that the Lexie he loved back then was returning to him and the distant broken Lexie that had just up and left everyone and everything she loved and knew was fading away. Happy didn’t want to allow himself to get his hopes up just yet but Lexie was encouraging those hopes anyway. He wanted nothing more than his Ole Lady back under his roof and in his arms. H still wanted the life they had been working toward all those years ago to come to fruition. He wanted those years they had lost back; he knew that could never happen. Time was the one thing nobody ever got back. Not even the Sons Of Anarchy could make that happen. 

He shook his head to clear the train of thought and offered Lexie a loving smile, “Lex, Babe, I’m a guy, even if the things that cross my mind are off limits my Ole Lady naked in front of is still the most beautiful thing, I would ever want to lay eyes on.” He kissed her forehead and helped her undress noting that he felt her lean into his touch when his hands would brush over her skin.

As he helped her with removing the clothes she wore to the shop that day and helped her into a light blue sleeveless cotton sleep shirt that, due to her short stature, stopped mid shin on her where it would normally stop at the knees for taller women. He stopped and noticed what design that night shirt had on it and smiled.

In the center of the chest there was a screen-printed collage of the Hanna Barbera cartoon characters. Everyone from Fred Flintstone and Scooby-Doo to George Jetson and The Smurfs. He looked at the image taking it in and naming all the characters in his mind before chuckling and shaking his head saying, “That’s My girl.” More to himself than to Lexie.

Once she had the sleepshirt on and was as comfortable as she could on the bed, seated up right with her back up against the simplistic white oak headboard she looked up at Happy and asked him if he would stay with her. She gave no hint as to if she meant just that night or in general. The hell she went through has her mind in all different directions at once and even she wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking for at that moment either all she knew was that she didn’t want him to leave her sight for even a moment. She had exhausted herself to the point she was being needy and clingy with him. 

A rare thing for either of them to experience she wasn’t very often needy or clingy with him in the nonsexual sense. She would always get needy with him when it pertained to his expertise in the bedroom. He only ever needed to look at her with the half-lidded lust blown eyes and she would be all but begging for him, but this, this was new. 

He thought on it a moment or two before he realized what and why it was. She needed to feel safe and having him to hold onto while she slept and feeling him there with her was her way of feeling safe it always had been. He felt like an idiot and was mentally starting to beat himself up when Venus interrupted his thoughts with another light knock on the doorway with a small plate with a peanut butter sandwich and her meds in one hand bottle of water in the other.

“Hey there you two! Miss Lexie, I have your meds and the sandwich you’re about to turn into and Hap, I’ve got a message for you. Tig wants you to call him as soon as you can. I’ll stay here with my lovely niece.”

Her thick southern draw and semi forced smile red flagged with Lexie and had her sitting up in alarm, her mind racing to jump to conclusions. The color drained from her face as she spoke “Oh no, no what?”

To Be Continued…

Part 17

@camelia35

[idledreams4]

Unsweetened Lemonade- Chapter 1

Fandom: The Walking Dead (Tv Universe)

Relationship: Carl/Negan

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, swearing

Description: In order to save Alexandria, and convince Rick to stop his war against the Saviors: Carl decides to join them. He proposes the idea to Negan, believing the only way he can make his father stand down is if he's changed sides.

Word Count: 2.1k

Read it on Ao3 here

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 [tba]

Carl hadn't seen the approaching walkers as he climbed down to open the gate. He hadn't fully expected Negan to hear him out, but, since he had, Carl was only focused on getting out of Alexandria before Rick could get back. He had just barely gotten the gate open when he noticed the first walker, and pulled his knife out to brain it. Another came from the side and grabbed his arm. While he was trying to fight it off, Negan got the gates open enough to slip inside. There was a dark blur, Carl felt blood spray on his face, and he stumbled backwards as the grip on his arm loosened, causing him to trip and fall back

“You're welcome.” Negan grinned and offered Carl a hand to stand up, “come on kid, we've been through this before. Just take my damn hand.” The grin on Negan’s lips made Carl's stomach churn and it quickly became impossible for him to hold eye-contact. He dropped his gaze to the dirt, looking dejected as he took the leather-clad hand outstretched toward him. “Lighten up, if all goes well you just saved all your little friends.” Negan hesitated, looking at the burning buildings all around, the flames reaching up into the starless sky, and the thick black smoke starting to burn the lungs of anyone still above ground. “Look… I never did want this. You know that. You wouldn't have taken my hand if you didn't. I really hope your old man comes to his senses. For your sake if nothing else” 

“If this doesn't make him see reason, nothing will…” Carl sighed reluctantly “Let's just… let's go. Before I change my mind.” 

The drive back to the sanctuary was quiet, and tense. Negan stole the occasional glance at Carl, who was gazing out the passenger window, lost in his own head. Negan figured it best not to push him too hard. Not tonight. He had just walked away from his home, his family, his friends. Everything he'd come to know and love. Something Negan was all too familiar with. The kid was tough as shit, that was for damn sure. Not many 16 year olds could give up what Carl did for a slim chance at peace. Admittedly, Negan didn't have a whole lot of hope for this plan, but he kept his doubts to himself. If Carl really thought his old man would choose him over a vendetta, Negan was willing to give it a shot. It was definitely easier than executing more Alexandrians. He'd have to wipe the community out completely if things kept going down that road, which was far less than ideal. They were hard workers, at first at least, and if things had just continued that way they would have easily made a good, comfortable, life for themselves.

At last Negan pulled through the Sanctuary gates, a couple of saviors waiting to shut them behind the caravan. There was a heavy silence once Negan parked the truck he and Carl were occupying. He knew he would have to be the one to break it, but he let Carl have another moment before giving his shoulder a light squeeze to get his attention 

“Come on. Let's get you some food and then I'll show you to your room. And I don't want any complaints, alright? You've had a long, stressful day, and I'm sure you're gonna be homesick as fucking hell, but I'll be damned if I let you pull that fucking refusal to eat bullshit. Understand?” 

“Yeah. Fine, whatever” Carl wouldn't look at Negan as he took off his seatbelt and slipped out of the truck. 

“You came here of your own free will, in fact you came up with a whole plan that I am only entertaining because I like you. I know you've got shit on your mind, but it won't kill ya to at least act like you want to be here” Negan made sure to grab Lucille before leaving the truck himself and guiding Carl toward the nearest entrance to the sanctuary

“I don't want to be here. Not really. I just don't want to have to see anyone else die because of this stupid war” he shrugged Negan’s hand off his shoulder, walking a few steps ahead so that he couldn't grab it again. Unfortunately, Negan’s pity had its limits. He stuck his bat out in front of Carl, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Tough. Shit.” Negan pushes Carl against the wall, Lucille not-quite pressed against his chest, but hovering there as a threat. He wants the kid’s full attention, and since sympathy wasn’t getting that from him, he had to use force. “I’m going to remind you of this only once, so listen the fuck up. You’re a guest here. I didn’t have to bring you back here with me, fuck I could have let those corpses eat you for dinner. But I didn’t. Why? Because I don’t want to lose any more of my people to this goddamn war. I didn’t want a war in the first fucking place. If you really think you can make your dad see reason by joining me I am happy to take that fucking chance. But do not act like you are the only one who’s lost something. You wanna be fucking pissed at me, fine, but that means that this will not work and I will happily turn around right now and take you back to Alexandria if that’s how you wanna behave. But you know as well as I do that if you're there, nothing changes, so then Rick will still only listen to you about as well as he has so far, which helps nobody. I’m not telling you to smile, or sing me a song, or even take those bandages off. But I do expect some fucking respect, or I’m shutting this whole damn operation down. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?”

“Yeah. I get it. Now would you put that thing away?” Carl glares up at Negan and pushes the bat off his chest. He knows better than to try and push Negan off himself again, but he wants the bat as far away as Negan will let it get.

“Still feisty I see” Negan backs off “good. Now, back to the matter at hand. You have a favorite food? Maybe something you didn’t usually get in Alexandria? Something you’ve been craving since the shit hit the fan? I can’t promise we have it, but we do have a hell of a lot more than what was in your sorry excuse for a pantry back home I can tell you that much”

“I’m not picky… but I guess something fresh would be nice.” Negan nodded “Alright. Fresh I can do. We’ve got all kinds of fruit and vegetables, none of it canned. Some fresh meat too, though I’m guessing you don’t have near enough of an appetite for a whole meal. You’re probably just waiting to sleep so you can wake up tomorrow thinking this was just a nasty nightmare. Unfortunately that last bit isn’t true. But come on, you don’t get to sleep until I know you’ve eaten something.” He motions for Carl to follow him deeper into the sanctuary. Carl already knows they’re headed back to the factory floor. 

Most of the people in the sanctuary are asleep at this point, leaving it eerily quiet. It was so incredibly different from the last time Carl was here. All the noise coming from the factory floor, and even some of the scattered rooms, had stopped. To break the silence Negan whistled a simple tune as they walked. When they reached the factory floor there was none of the theatrics Carl had witnessed previously, and to his surprise they didn’t even stop there. They walked right by. Negan led him past the factory floor and down another hallway, stopping a few doors in. He opened the door for Carl to look inside, it was clearly a storage room but with how sparse the shelves were Carl figured it was far from the only one. 

“Have a look around and take your pick. We’ve got apples, pears, nectarines even, some berries more towards the back there.” Negan watched as the boy looked over the various baskets along the shelves, eventually settling on a nectarine. “Good choice. Probably been a while since you had anything like that.” 

“Yeah I guess. Can we go now? I'm really tired Negan…” it wasn't entirely a lie. He was tired, but he was mostly just uncomfortable and wanted to be alone for a while. Negan could see right through it, but wasn't going to comment.

“Of course,” Negan motioned for him to follow, “once you told us you wanted to come back with us I told Dwight to prepare a room for you as soon as we got here, it should be done by now. As a precaution it is closer to mine than most of the Saviors’, but I'm sure you can understand. You're going to be a security risk for the first little bit until I know you've settled in. We can talk about moving you closer to the others in a few weeks, though you're probably going to want to stay closer to me than them.” 

“...because?” He tilted his head

“For the most part: the men and women I take in are genuinely good people. You don't have to take my word for that, you'll see it yourself in your time with us. But that doesn't mean I don't also take in a few unsavory characters. Usually they all follow the rules, and stay in line. But every now and then someone will step out of line, and you saw what happens to them last time you were here. Contrary to what I have a lot of these folks believing though, I don't have eyes everywhere. I know things slip through the cracks, usually small things, but given what I've had to punish men for… point is: you're going to want to keep your wits about you if I'm not on-sight and you don't have one of my lieutenants in your direct line of sight.” 

“Why take those people in at all? Doesn't it just make your job harder?”

“Who any of these people were before is none of my business, nothing from before matters. This is a whole new world, kid. The slate's been wiped clean. The old laws and rules don't apply now, a new order is needed. The way I see it: Anyone who's survived this long has just as much right to keep going as you or I. We've all done things we didn't like, maybe some we regret, it's why we're still breathing. But those unpleasant things don't have to happen when you're part of a community. Here there's safety, and certainty. Anyone who's willing to behave like a decent human being is more than welcome here.” Negan could see the look on Carl's face “Never thought of it that way, did you? I know you think I'm a monster, but I'm really hoping you come to see the Saviors, and myself, a little differently. I didn't call this place a sanctuary for no reason, and the Saviors earned their name, that wasn't just pretension”

They walked the rest of the way in a more comfortable silence, allowing Carl time to consider Negan’s words. When he thought Negan wasn't looking he also started on the nectarine he grabbed. It was a little underripe, but still sweet and juicy. 

“Alright kid, this is you. Now it's not quite as nice as my room, but I'm sure it's one hell of a step up from your place back in Alexandria.” he opened the door and indicated for Carl to follow, “you've got electricity, but I'm going to ask you to keep the light Off when you're not in the room. Bathroom is through that door on the right, the showers do have hot water but try not to use too much. I doubt you'll do much cooking, but the stove works if you want it. And there should be bottled water and a few cans of soda in the fridge. If D was feeling nice you might even have a chocolate bar or two in there. If you need anything… you remember where my room is? and how to get to the factory floor?”

“Uh.. yeah, your room is just down the hall and I can find the way back to the factory floor.” Negan nodded and flashed Carl a genuine smile

“Good. Now get some rest. Tomorrow we'll find you some other clothes and I'll introduce you to the rest of the team.” 

“Negan-” Carl stopped him just as he was about to leave and shut the door, causing him to pause “thank you…” 

Without responding, Negan shut the door, “Don't thank me yet, kid,” he muttered as he walked away, heading to his own room for a drink and some shut-eye.

[fandom-queen-13]

Hi there! How about Constance and 10, 23, or 40 - feel free to pick your favorite or combine them!

Hi! I actually don't know which ask game you're replying to, but I'm going to assume you were doing this one

Those three prompts gave me an idea...

The Last Night

The night air was cold. She had been given a blanket, but even with the extra layer she shivered. She was tired and cold, she didn't know where her dad was, and worst of all, everything was quiet. Nothing was supposed to be quiet, not with her powers, but when the device had been pointed at her...

Vaguely, she could feel someone's eyes on her. She didn't dare look up, so she didn't know whose eyes they were but she had an idea. It was the man who tried to kidnap her, take her powers, take it all.

Leopold Montgomery Pressius. Apparently not content with trying to take her family, he kidnapped her sister and her and took them to the warehouse where another person had run experiments. The police had arrived, but by then it had been too late. She closed her eyes as she heard the police car drive away, taking Pressius with it.

"Miss Contraire?" She looked up at the scientist in front of her. He was in his early thirties, short but still not as small as her, with black hair and brown eyes. He held a clipboard in one hand and a wicker basket in the other. Setting down the basket, he held the clipboard in both hands "I have two pieces of bad news and one good. Would you like to hear the bad news first or the good?"

"Bad news first. Both of them." He cleared his throat and looked down at his papers.

"The bad news is that you can never get your powers back." He glanced back at her. "And the other bad news: since you are a minor, you can't stay with your sister. I'm sorry."

"NO!" She buried her hands in her hands. "No, no, no! I promised I would protect her! I promised my parents, I can't let them down, I can't-can't-" She broke down crying. She had to break the last promise she made to her parents. The man then surprised her by bending down and giving her a hug.

"Again I'm sorry. I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling. But there's a bright side." He pulled the basket closer to him, pulling the blanket back. Inside was a baby with wispy blond hair and blue eyes, a contrast to the girl’s brown hair and now dull eyes. 

"The good news is...he didn't get to her. She's intact."

Relief swept through her like a river. "Oh." She wiped away her tears, clutching the basket with her free hand. "That is good news. At least she's okay."

Someone called for the man, and he looked behind him in frustration. "I have to go. I don't know when we can see each other, but I hope you know: that even without your powers, you are capable of almost anything you set your mind to."

She shifted her blanket so that it covered the baby’s basket. "Thanks. I hope we can meet again, Doctor Kizuki."

"As with you, Clementine." He walked away, still shuffling papers on his clipboard.

Clementine pulled the basket onto her lap. Her baby sister stared back with the same bright blue eyes she once had, now dulled down to sort of gray. 

“Don’t worry, Kroshka. Everything will be okay, I promise. You will find a good family, explore your powers, and find love. Okay?” She kissed the baby’s head. “I love you so much. Never forget that, Connie.” 

She looked into the stars as police sirens wailed on.

[magma-queen]

Did someone ask for Lee!Gabe?? No?? Well, you’re getting him anyway! Enjoy!

“Ugh.. I’m beat..” Gabe groaned, throwing himself into Hank’s couch. “Thanks for letting me crash here for the night, big guy.”

The specialist smiles at him, and sits down next to him. “It’s no problem, Gabe. I know how hard you’ve worked today. If you drove yourself home, you might have gotten into a crash.”

“Nahhh, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Resurgam needs me, after all. Even though Eisha doesn’t really seem to think so…” He muttered out that last part.

“Huh?” Hank looked at him. “What do you mean? What did the chief say to you?”

Gabe’s face flushed pink. “Uh.. don’t worry about it, Hank. It’s just some personal shit going on between her and I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Hank. I’m sure. Can we.. drop that, please?”

He backed off, not wanting to make his friend mad. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, big guy. I’ll get over it. But.. thanks for your concern.”

Hank didn’t like the silence that followed that sentence. He knew that something the chief said really bothered him, and he knew that almost nothing bothered Gabriel Cunningham.

“And thank you, again, for letting me spend the night here.” He smiles.

“Aw, it’s no problem, Gabe, you’re always welcome here!” Hank laughs, nudging his side with his elbow.

The diagnostician makes a sudden squeak noise upon contact. “Hank!”

“Huh? Oh- I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Hank asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the squeak Gabe made was not in a painful tone.

“N-No- No you didn’t hurt me.. you uh- you just startled me.”

The specialist looks at his friend, and sees the embarrassed flush on his face. “Gabe, are you..”

“D-don’t you finish that question-!”

He looked even more suspicious now.

“…Ticklish?”

“N-No! I’m not tick-GAH!” He was tackled to the other end of the couch by the stronger man. “H-Hank! Big guy, c’mon! I’m tired and not in the mood for- g-gahahahahames!!!” He started to giggle when Hank gently tickled his ribs. “Hahahahahahank!!!”

He just smiles as he continues the gentle tickles. “So.. you’re NOT ticklish? What’s so funny then, Gabe?” He teases, going up and down his ribs like a piano.

“Bwahahahahahah-! St-Stahahah- Stahahahahap ihihihihit!!” Gabe squealed, twisting side to side to get away from his playful coworker.

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Hank grabs a hold of one of Gabe’s legs and attacks the back of his knee.

“GACK-! Hahahahahahahahah- HAHAHAHAHAHNK!!”

Hank cackled along with him. “Hmm, what do we have here? Don’t squirm so much, Gabriel! Let the doctor do his job! I’m trying to check the bones in your leg!”

“Nohohohohohoho yohohohou’re nahahahahat!!” The diagnostician squawked, trying to wiggle his leg out of Hank’s grip. “Yohuhuhuhuhu jeheheheherk- KAHAHAHAHAH!!”

That’s when Hank found his hips.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Hank teased, squeezing Gabe’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAP-! STOHOHOP STOP STOP!! IHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP-!” The black haired man cackled, head thrown back and mirthful tears pouring out of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a warm shade of pink.

Hank went to his sides. He wasn’t done yet. “Hehe, okay, noted. Hips are a sweet spot.”

“HAHAHANK!! Stahahahahahp tihihihihickling mehehehe!!”

“Tell ya what.. I’ll stop tickling if you tell me what the chief said to you today that made you so upset. Deal?”

“Hahahahahah- ihihihit’s nahahaht evehehehen a bihihihig dehehehal, bihihihig guy!” He complained, struggling to get away, the bigger surgeon was too strong for him.

“Alright, Gabe.. have it your way.” Was the last thing he heard before all hell broke loose, and Hank crept his fingers into his armpits.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH-! NAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Gabe shrieked, wiggling even more. “HAHAHAHAHANK!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHE PIHIHIHIHITS!!!”

“Whohohoa-!” This shocked the bigger man. “Ahh, so this is the killer spot, huh? Good to know.” He chuckles, dodging Gabe’s flailing and punching. “You going to give up now? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Gabe finally broke, and threw up the white flag. “OKAHAHAHAHAY!!! OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHY!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!!IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU!! JUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAHAHP!!” He wheezed.

With that, Hank ceased his tickle attack and let his friend fall back on the couch, giggling and panting.

“Yohuhuhuhu… are such.. ahahahan ahahahass..” Gabe giggled out, trying to recompose himself. “That was.. totally unfair, big guy..”

Hank only smiled innocently at the other man, fighting back laughter as he watched the diagnostician royally pout at him.

“Alright, out with it, Gabe. Or..” He wiggles his fingers at him. “We’ll start round 2. I know which spots to tickle this time.

“N-No! No no! I’ll talk!” He panicked, then sighed. “It’s.. it’s stupid, Hank.. but.. I pissed off Eisha for the millionth time and she made an offhand comment about how RONI would be an excellent replacement for me, since it’s ‘smarter and more talented’ than I am… that… she could replace me in a heartbeat…”

Hank was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. “Gabe… I don’t think the chief really meant that… She was probably just heated.”

“Oh, no? You try talkin’ to her, then! I’m just.. so SICK of having to prove myself to her. Nothing I do in my work is good enough for her! I don’t care if she’s my boss, she can kiss my ass!”

“Okay, okay..” The bigger man tried to calm him down. “Breathe..”

He covers his face with his hands, trying not to show Hank that he was starting to cry.

Gabe NEVER cries.

“G-Gabriel? Are you.. crying-“

“N-No!!” He shouted in his hands.

Hank took his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face. “Yes, you are. Gabe… come here.”

“H-huh-? Hm!”

Hank pulled him into a very tight hug. That’s when he lost his composure once more, and began sobbing.

“C’mon, this isn’t like you.. *hug* Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand when my beloved friends cry.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I- Heh.. kind of lost my cool there..” He chuckles, wiping his tears away. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”

“Gabe.. c’mon now. It’s alright to cry. I won’t make fun of you. You’re my friend. Just let it out.”

His eyes started to water up again. “N-N-No I- *sniffle* Wh-why did she have to say that to me??” He sobbed, hugging his friend back. “I’m trying, damn it!”

“Hey, it’s alright.. it’s okay.” The specialist was baffled. He had never seen his friend like this. He never cries. What Eisha said must’ve really gotten to him.

They sat there for a good while. Hank did his best to calm his friend down and comfort him.

“You alright, Gabe?”

“Y-yeah.. *sniffle* I’m alright. Thanks, big guy..”

He smiles. “Hey, anything for a friend. I’ll even go with you tomorrow to talk to the chief.”

“You’d really do that?”

“Of course!” He laughs, pulling Gabe closer.

Gabe smiles, leaning back into the couch. “Thank you, Hank.”

“No problem.”

He was really grateful to have such a good friend by his side.