#They are so rick and evie coded

[darkcrowprincess]

It's the Rick and Evie from the mummy vibes!

From my post-CoS AU!

Führer Mustang and professor Elric, this is before they got married though, Edward and Alphonse just returned to Amestris and Ed had just started teaching complex alchemy classes in the university

[atomiqueen]

i keep thinking about in the mummy returns when evie tries to get rick to use a tiny hammer n chisel to open a giant door and then she's like "fine, we'll do it your way..." and hands him a big ol' crowbar. but then later she's trying to use the crowbar to open something else and rick finds a little necklace that's obviously The Key and is like "honey, why don't we do this your way??" that's vaultghoul to me...

[the-badger-mole]

Evie and Rick are so Zutara coded, I can't stand it!

[queen-scribbles]

For pairing + AU setting: ryn/red + The Mummy AU?

Em, what are you doing, I don't need another Ryn/Red AU in the 20's, I'm trying to finish the current one. xD Soon™

"So... why did you kiss me?" The question had been burning a hole in her brain for days, and much as she was normally the type to suffer in silence(for her love life, anyway), Ryn couldn't stand it any longer.

"Hm?" Red blinked as he looked up, clearly pulled from some inner monologue. "Oh. I don't know, I was about to die, seemed like--" He stopped himself, thumbed the pages of his book. "Seemed like I wouldn't get another chance, so it was as good an idea as any."

It was her turn to blink, caught off guard by the candor. The boat's engine seemed unnaturally loud as she struggled to find her voice, let alone words. "...another chance?"

He cocked his head, and that roguish edge he'd picked up in their years apart shone through. "C'mon, Xaeryn, you trying to say you've never wanted to kiss me?"

Every damn day. "I-"

The sound of rising tempers floated in from the direction of the dining deck and the card game Pan had gotten himself enmeshed in.

Ryn groaned and rolled her eyes as she and Red both pushed to their feet in response. One-God above, Panrachus, what is it this time?!

Send a pairing + AU!

Notes below :D

SO. This was a tad tricky bc they're both more Evie-coded than Rick-coded to me, but either can be the Rick figure with just a little... tweaking to their character. Red got that honor, imagine all his adventuring he had to get a little cocky/daring to deal with tomb robbers etc. (He's like 98% the same old Red and 2% Chase. Lord have mercy). Ryn is Evie, Pan is Jonathan, I guesssssss Neon would be the Ardeth stand in(?)

But see, what's fun about this is they still have the history together at the Circle. Bc that's too big a part of who Ryn is for me to take it away. Her time there and friendships with Red, Pan, and Neon were too formative, she'd be a completely different, nigh unrecognizable, person with that(+ her crush on Red /cough). So now the romantic tension is the exact opposite of what it was/is in tLBT; he did kiss her, near the beginning even, and spends a very large chunk of the story trying to either dodge talking about it or playing it as Not a Big Deal(seriously, Xaer, have you seen yourself? Most guys would want kissing a pretty girl to be their last act on earth¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and it not coming out until toward the end he's been crushing on/in love with her too. :3

So there's some changes to the relationship dynamics that make it not completely align with either of Ryn/Red's romance arcs ( @shepherds-of-haven canon or tLBT) OR Rick/Evie's. It's completely its own thing. FUN.

Love that the one constant, however, is Pan inadvertently interrupting Confessions.

[oneforthemunny]

heyy evie i have a little specific ask so pls just ignore it if it's dumb. lately i wasn't feeling v well and when i'm in that headspace i get clingy. how would eddie react if i was trying to cuddle and be held by him and he snapped at me because he was busy and didn't know i felt bad? i didn't adress it further, apologized and went to bed alone and he felt guilty about it later. how would we make up? maybe not janitor or modern eddie 'cause i don't see them behave like that but the others? or maybe just one of the others? need a little bit of angst and comfort you write so well<3

at first glance I wanted to say dom!eddie bc he seems like kinda a gimme answer in a way, but then I really think he wouldn't be mad at you for being clingy because that's a little unheard of for you. and I think that would be the same with rockstar!eddie, if anything he'd be on high alert and kinda freaked out.

but I think this would (and I apologize bc I'm about to hurt some people) be mafia!eddie coded.

he's fucking stressed to the max. rick is pissed the feds raided his place, hopper and steve were supposed to help him out and keep him ahead of this and they dropped the ball. they had to move shipments to another place bc obv rick doesn't keep shit at his house but they were scared they'd find the warehouse, and they moved it but that pushed things back leaving their buyers furious- they lost a lot of money.

rick is on eddie's ass to expedite the next shipment, send some guys down to miami and pick it up themselves, and he's stressed, he hasn't slept, and fuck- he's exhausted. mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally exhausted.

kitten had been getting sick, a little under the weather and usually eddie doted on her after one sniffle. she tried to keep it under wraps just because she didn't want to add to his stress, but she really didn't feel good and she missed eddie.

"ed?" you knocked on the door to his office. it was late and he'd been in here all day, barely leaving to even use the bathroom. "ed, are you coming to bed, honey?"

"I'll be there in a second." eddie huffed, fingers knotting through his already mussed hair.

you pouted, moving closer into the room. it smelt like cigarettes, which judging by the full ash tray, he'd been chain smoking. "baby, why don't you do this in the morning?" you ran your hand over his shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles. selfishly, you just wanted to spend time with him. you weren't feeling the best and combined with your lack of sleep from eddie's absence, it wasn't making you feel any better.

eddie ignored you, jaw tightening and continuing to mark up plans. you sighed, moving to sit in his lap. "eddie, you need to rest. you're overdoing it-"

eddie smacked his hands on the desk, shouting your name so loudly you stood before you could properly get into his lap. "for fuckssake! can you leave me alone to work? I have to get this shit done, ok? I fucking have to. I don't have time for this bullshit right now. I don't need sleep, I need you to leave me the fuck alone so I can figure this out!"

you felt the growing lump in your throat, turning on your heel, muttering a soft apology before going back to bed, teary eyed and head throbbing with congestion from your cold and tears.

eddie didn't come to bed until much much later, and when he did, he collapsed next to you, not even taking his clothes off he was so exhausted. he finally got things sorted and approved, rick was more calm and steady, jeff and max had picked up the cuban shipment in miami and were headed to rick, and it looked like he could finally relax for a little bit.

then he woke up the next day.

his arm was on you, even in his sleep he just reached out to hold you, but you were covered in a soft sheen of sweat, shaking a little even under the blankets. eddie blinked awake, seeing you covered in the blankets. "baby, are you ok?"

"'m fine." you muttered, still shivering and voice wavering. he didn't miss the way your voice rasped. "just a little cold."

eddie sat up, placing a hand on your head. it was damp and hot. "you're burning up, kitten." he frowned. "are you-are you sick?"

you hesitated and that was answer enough. eddie was up, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. "no, ed, I'm fine. really. I just... don't worry about me. I'll be alright."

eddie shakes his head, reaching for the phone book. "I'm calling dr. stephens to come look at you, alright? should've told me you were sick."

"I didn't want to bother you anymore than I already did, ed, please. I'll be alright." you pleaded, guilt creeping in your chest.

eddie paused, confused at first, before realization flooded him. then the horrid feeling of dread. "oh...oh fuck, kitten, no." eddie set the phone down, eyes rounded up at you. "I didn't... I was just...I'm so sorry." he didn't know what else to say. excuses felt lame and pointless, and the guilt and horror of his words were making him feel sick to his stomach. he'd talked to you so mean, so vile when you were just looking out for him. when you were sick.

eddie spent the rest of the day coddling you in any way he could. a lame excuse of an apology in his eyes, but it was all he could do. he felt horrible, and you knew that, that's why you let him dote on you, baby you and fuss over your blankets and pillows. you let him hold you in the office when he did have to go over a few things, snuggled in his lap or lying on the couch and napping. just in his company, it made you both feel a little better.

[sasanka-27]

Ok but like i see destiel everywhere I was watching mummy (it was on tv today and its one of my favs movies so i had to) and uh like rick is so dean and evie is so castiel coded yea i kinda wanna draw destiel as them

For anyone checking the original post the art has been posted! Here is is

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Get Free

Previous

Natalia tried to break out his hold, but it was no use.

Rick went to go towards her, but Negan stopped him.

"Uh uh." He shook his head. "You leave her be."

"We put away half of the supplies." Rick told Negan, trying his best to keep the man out of Alexandria.

"No, Rick." Negan turned to him. "No. You don't decide what we take. I do. Arat."

He called the woman that had shot Sully, forward.

"You heard the man." She said. "Move out!"

Negan let go of Natalia, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they moved into Alexandria.

"They're just gonna search the houses a bit, keep the process movin'." Negan explained.

Natalia tried to search for Evie, praying she was with someone, safe, she had no idea what could happen to the girl if he found out about their connection, but she missed the little girl terribly much.

"You gonna show me around or not?" Negan asked, walking forward with Natalia, looking at Rick. "I wanna find out where this one lives." He grinned at the woman, "See if we can make the Sanctuary feel a little bit more like home, cause that's what a good man does."

She looked away, trying to create as much distance as possible.

"Well?"

Rick walked ahead shaking his head.

Natalia looked behind her, as Negan pulled her along, at Daryl, her stomach dropped, all she wanted to do, was run to him, get out of here, far away and just be together, never have to think or worry about the people around them again.

He had met her eyes, something was there as he blinked, morse code.

Daryl had taught her morse code so long ago, something he did when they were holed up by passing herds, when they went out on runs back at the prison.

We. Are. Going. To. Get. Free.

The Saviours were going into the homes of Alexandria, stripping it bare as they took anything and everything they wanted, creating a large pile of mattresses.

"You see this?" Negan asked. "This is the kind of thing that just tickles my balls. A little cooperation and everything is pleasant as punch. You see, we really are reasonable people once you get to know us. Honest."

He opened up a cooler, pulling out the can of orange soda that Denise risked her life for.

"No. Don't" Natalia said, not able to stop herself.

Negan looked at her, raising a brow as he popped the tab.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? This your favourite flavour or something?" He took a long gulp, then offered it to her. "What? You don't wanna share? I ain't got germs."

She still didn't take it.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, throwing the can to the ground. "Damn, I love this place!" Negan exclaimed as Natalia stared at the crumpled can, how much it had meant to the doctor.

"Negan." A man walked towards them with a camera in his hands. "Somethin' you might wanna see." Passing it to the man.

It was the camera Deanna had used to interview them.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Negan asked, taking a look, glancing up at Rick. "I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-deaky. Huh." He nudged Natalia.

He pressed play.

It was the video of Rick, from when they first arrived, how different he looked.

"Know me... I've killed people." His voice came from the device. "I don't even know how many by now."

"Jee-hee-sus!" Negan stepped away from the woman, and towards the man. "Is that you, Rick, underneath all the man-bush? Sheeot. I would not have messed with that guy." He pressed play on the camera, recording Rick. "But that's not you anymore... Is it?" He panned the camera to himself. "Nope. I really gotta shave this shit." He passed the camera back. "I'm gonna keep that, y'know, for a project I'm thinking about." He looked at Natalia, wiggling his brows.

She turned away from him.

"Whatever happened to that sick girl?" He moved on. "That seemed like a hell of a stressful night for her. The way she was carrying on, she was married to number two, right?"

Her chest tightened at the way he had dubbed Glenn, that's all he was to the man, not the kind, brave, funny man she was friends with, who was a part of her family.

"Careful." He told Rick, who looked up at him. "Careful how you're lookin' at me, Rick. Widows, especially ones that look like that... They are special. I love 'em. Right after their husbands go, they are just... empty inside. But usually not for long. Aah, where is she? I would love to see her."

"Do you care to pay your respects?" Gabriel had appeared.

"Holy crap!" Negan spun around. "You are creepy as shit, sneaking up on me, wearin' that collar with that freaky-ass smile."

"My apologies." Gabriel told him. "I'm Father Gabriel."

"She didn't make it?" He looked at Rick.

Natalia looked up as well, Maggie was dead? Another person they had lost in such little time.

Rick didn't answer.

Father Gabriel had led them to the graveyard.

Maggie had one.

Natalia wanted to mourn her friend, but she couldn't.

"Damn tragedy. That's what this is." Negan sighed at the sight. "Well, this must really suck for you guys. Number one. That was on me. No choice there. Lessons had to be learned. But number two? That didn't need to happen. But, Natalia we already discussed that on our little date, didn't we? Oops!" He covered his mouth with his hand. "Damn, cats out the bag, sorry, Natty, didn't mean to bring that up in front of your boy and friends here. Boy, I just can not keep my damn mouth shut around beautiful women. You know, I've asked her to marry me, she's still thinking about it, which is fair enough, I killed your friends, keeping you locked up, you know, I get it. You don't mind, do ya, Daryl?" He looked to the man who was staring at him, his eyes full of hatred. "Its why she's got the white dress on. Also just wanted to display her super hot rack."

Negan then mimicked wedding bells.

"Stop." Natalia whispered.

"Now what did I tell you about speaking up, I'd love to hear Moore of that pretty Georgia accent, get it, Moore, cause your last names Moore, not for long."

"Listen to me carefully, asshole. I pray that you drop dead, painfully, so I can laugh as the life disappears from your eyes, cause the funny thing is, not a single person on this earth would even be slightly disappointed if you weren't here. If I'm lucky enough, I'll be the one who gets to do it, just like I did to your men."

Rick was looking at the pair nervously, ready to beg for his friends life after her outburst.

"Ooh, you are so adorable" He booped her nose. "I'm going to forgive you for that, on account that Arat killed your dog, I understand your emotions are out of whack, I get it. Women, am I right?" He wiggled his brows at the three other men stood around them.

A gunshot went off, somewhere back at the houses, glass shattering after.

Negan stared at Rick before walking off, Natalia turned to him, reaching for the gun in his holster, but Rick pulled away, grabbing her hands as he stopped her, preventing her from getting herself killed, they silently argued over it before Negan turned around, as they pulled away from each other.

"Well, come on, then." He told the four, Daryl and Gabriel had watched the pair, not able to get involved, but Daryl's heart started beating again when Rick had stopped Natalia from doing what he knew she was up to.

They ended up at the Infirmary.

"You die." Carl told one of the Saviours, aiming a gun at him.

"Carl, Carl, put it down." Rick tried reasoning with him.

"No. He's taking all of our medicine. They said only half our stuff." Carl pressed.

"Of course. Oh-ho. Really, kid?" Negan spoke to him.

"And you should go." Carl threatened. "Before you find out how dangerous we all are."

"Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but... Did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can't have it. Not him, not me."

"Carl, just put it down." Rick tried, again.

"Don't be rude, Rick. We are having a conversation here. Now, boy, where were we? Oh, yeah. Your giant, man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen, I like you, so I don't want to go hard proving a point here. You don't want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious? Again?"

Carl admitted defeat, lowering the gun, passing it to his father, Negan took it off him.

"You know, Rick, this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of guns. There's all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I'm bettin' there's even more, which adds up to an absolute... ass-load of guns, and as this little emotional outburst just made crystal, clear... I can't allow that." Negan stated. "They're all mine now. So tell me, Rick. Where are my guns?"

Rick led him and the others to Olivia's.

They waited as the garage door raised, opening the inventory up.

"I... figured you were coming." Olivia greeted them.

"Show him where the guns are, Olivia." Rick told her.

"The armoury's inside." She headed in.

"You run the show in here?" Negan asked her.

"I... I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns."

"Good. Smart. Don't let me stop you. Take her out, boys. Show 'em the goods. Natalia, go wait over there, I wanna have a private word with Rick here." He pointed to a spot on the curb." She folded her arms, listening as she marched towards it, taking a seat.

Her nails dug into her palms as she sat there, plotting how they were going to get out of this, Negan was going to die, even if she had to go down with him.

Eventually they came outside, loading up one of the trucks with all the guns.

Natalia went to get up from the curb, but Negan stopped her.

"Hold on, sweetheart, I didn't tell you to move, you're gonna stay there till we're ready to leave." He told her, she sat back down as she stared holes into the ground. "There's a good girl." He then turned back to Rick. "You know what today is, Rick? Today is a banner day. Yes, it is. I think this little arrangement we have is gonna work out just fine."

Daryl walked up the steps, his hands full of guns.

"Hold up." Negan told him, picking up one of the weapons. "Lets see if you've been taking care of my guns." The gun clicked as he aimed it at Daryl, Natalia watched, her eyes shooting wide, her brows furrowing as her heartbeat picked up. Daryl ignored him, going back to his job.

Negan than shot a whole in one of the windows of Olivia's house, letting out a laugh.

"Feels good." He told him. "Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille's gettin' a little jealous."

A man walked up with one of the RPG's Daryl had found when they moved the quarry herd.

"Well, ho-ly smokes!" The man passed it to Negan. "Look at this! It was you guys that took out little Timmy and the Dick Brigade? Wow, Rick. Gettin' in your last licks. Ooh, man, I'm gonna have some fun with this."

"Mom?!" Natalia turned at the small voice.

Evie was stood in the road, staring at her.

"Evie!" Natalia said in a hushed voice, standing up, as the little girl ran to her.

"Mom?" Negan asked. Watching the two. "Who is this?"

Natalia grabbed a hold of the girl, hugging her towards her as Negan approached.

"Leave her alone." Natalia told him.

"You have a kid, and you didn't tell me? I'm hurt Natalia, I thought we had something special." He crouched down in front of Evie. "Hi, I'm Negan. What, your mom never taught you manners?"

"I'm Evie." She answered nervously.

"Evie, don't talk to him." Natalia told her.

"Oh don't be like that, Natalia, me and your mom are real good friends, Evie. Come here." He waved her over.

Natalia didn't let her go.

"Natalia, let the kid go." Negan said, slowly.

She reluctantly listened, and Evie hesitantly walked towards him.

"Please, don't hurt her." Natalia croaked.

Rick was watching on carefully, not risking anything that could of got either of them hurt, his knuckles were white around the bat.

He and Michonne had been taking care of her since Negan had taken Natalia, Michonne had made sure to explain to Evie the situation as delicately as possible, and pressed that they were going to get Natalia home, they hadn't celebrated her birthday, she had told them that she wanted to wait for Natalia to get back home, and they understood, though Michonne had passed on the necklace she had found.

"I'm not a monster, Natalia." Negan told her. "Hi, Evie." He smiled at her again. "How old are you?"

"Seven. You took my mom and she missed my birthday." She furrowed her brows at him, pouting.

"Well, I'm sorry about that, Evie, she never even mentioned you to me." He said, picking the girl up, carrying her. "Guessing Daryl ain't her dad, what, were you in college when you had her?"

"I'm not her biological mom" Natalia said, her jaw was clenched, her blood was boiling.

"My real mommy and daddy were ate by walkers." Evie explained, bluntly.

"Wow, tough break kid, it happens." He shrugged.

Arat shoved Olivia up the stairs, gaining their attention.

"Please I- I don't know..."

"Arat, we don't do that unless they do somethin' to deserve it." He told the woman, Evie was still in his arms.

"Yeah, we went through the inventory. Guns in the armoury, guns they had around the walls, they're short. Glock 9 and a. 22 Bobcat." Arat explained, handing Olivia's notebook to Negan, which he took in his free hand.

"Is that true?" Negan asked Rick.

"We had some people leave town. Those guns probably went with them." Rick suggested.

"So Olivia sucks at her job. Is that what you're saying'?" Negan asked.

"No. No, I'm not sayin' that."

"There should be a full accounting here, right? Top to bottom. Am I right?"

"No." Olivia answered. "I mean, yes. The inventory is correct."

"Good." Negan nodded. "But not so good, too. You see, and listen up Evie, this is a valuable lesson, here. What's in here... isn't in there. You're two handguns short. Do you know where they are?"

"No. I.."

Negan let out a sigh.

"That's disappointing, Rick. I thought that we had an understanding. But this, well, this shows that someone's not on board, and I can't have that." He covered Evie's ears as he turned to Olivia. "I don't enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of the day, Olivia, my dear, this was your responsibility."

"Look, we can work this out." Rick stepped in.

"Oh, yes, we can." Negan agreed. "And I'm going to right now." He set Evie down, back on the ground. "Here kid, soak up all the time with your mom, I got business to attend to." He pushed her towards Natalia, who grabbed the girl quickly, hugging her to her body,  hiding her face in the crook of her neck as she watched Negan step towards Olivia, who had begun crying. "This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That shit... is life and death."

Rick had held a meeting with all the Alexandrians, Natalia and Daryl had to stay at the truck in front of the house.

"Are you and Daryl gonna come home?" Evie whispered, as Natalia sat on the curb with her, being watched by the Saviours.

"We will, okay, soon. I promise, I love you so much. Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" She whispered back, resting her forehead against the girls, lifting it so she could kiss her hair.

"Natalia, don't make me cut your tongue out, you keep talking, I will take her away, then she's gonna lose her fake parents too." Negan walked towards them with Olivia.

"Don't touch either of 'em." Surprisingly, Daryl had stepped forward, but Dwight dragged him back.

"You're tempting me, Daryl, gotta say, neither of you know how to help your case." Negan laughed pointing at him.

Eventually Rick had found the two guns in Spencer's house.

"What you got for me, Rick?" Negan asked, when Rick handed them over. "Well, would you look at that? They were here after all. Funny how a little, "Holy shit! Somebody's gonna die!" lights a fire under everybody's ass!"

Olivia whimpered loudly.

"So, tell me, Rick... which one of your fine folks almost cost Olivia the rest of her days?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Rick told him.

"No, it matters." Negan corrected. "See, you need to get everybody on board. Everybody. Or... we just go right back to square one." He put the two guns in the back of the truck, Dwight shut it, that was the end of the stay.

"Sorry to break up this family reunion, say goodbye to your mom, kid, we're out of here." Negan told Evie.

"No! Please don't, I don't want you to go!" Evie told Natalia.

"I know baby, I'm sorry." Natalia kissed her head again, squeezing the girl tightly as she began crying.

"Come here." Rick muttered, taking the girl, as Natalia got up.

"Chop, chop!" Negan clapped his hands, leading her to the gates as the others followed.

Evie began crying louder as Rick tried to console her, eventually Olivia took over as he followed them out.

Sully's body was still layed on the ground.

Natalia avoided to look at him as her body shook with exhaustion, pain, anger and sadness.

Rosita drove through the gates in the van she had drove to find Daryl, when he went out to find Dwight and kill him, Spencer was in the other car.

"Hell of a place you got here, Rick." Negan said.

"Give me a second."

Natalia looked at where Negan turned his head.

Michonne was walking away from the window of the burnt house.

"No." He answered.

"Please, can you just... give me a second?"

Negan nodded, a smirk on his face, allowing Rick to go to Michonne.

"She your friend?" He asked Natalia, who looked up, glaring at him. "You two gal pals?"

She didn't entertain him with a response.

"Alright, give me the silent treatment, it only makes me want you more, that's what you want, though, isn't it?"

"Do you ever just shut up?" She snapped, she heard the cock of guns, guessing the Saviours aimed them at her.

Negan put his hand up, telling them to back down.

"Guess who just lost her visiting privileges." He smiled at her. "Which sucks too, gonna miss out on seeing that adorable kid of yours."

Natalia swallowed thickly, looking away.

Eventually Michonne showed up, a deer on her shoulders, as she stared evils at the man, Rick walked behind her.

"Look at this!" Negan said, ecstatically, as Michonne walked past him, her face softened when she glanced at Daryl to Natalia, the sight of them both still alive and breathing.

"I thought she was scavenging." Rick shared. "She was hunting. This one never came inside. We kept it near the line." Rick handed him a rifle.

"Look at this." He repeated. "This is something to build a relationship on. Good for you, Rick. This is readin' the room and gettin' the message. I've said it before, I'm gonna say it again. You, sir... are special."

"Now that you know we can follow your rules..."

"Yes?"

"...I'd like to ask you if Daryl and Natalia can stay." Rick asked him.

"Not happening." Negan answered. "You just missed it Rick, Natalia here just got herself permanently grounded, she ain't coming round here for a loooong time. As for Daryl, well you know what? I don't know. Maybe Daryl can plead his case. Maybe Daryl can sway me." He walked towards the man, who kept his head down. "Daryl?"

He didn't answer him, making Natalia want to kick him, he had his chance, she unknowingly lost hers, but at least he'd be home with their family.

Negan laughed.

"Well, you tried. Now what you got to do is get over that tall wall of yours and try harder out there. Earn for me. Because we're coming back soon, and when we do, You better have something interesting for us, or Lucille, she's gonna have her way. I want you to hear that again. If you don't have something interesting for us.... somebody's gonna die. And no more magic guns. Arat, grab that deer. It's getting late. Let's go home."

Michonne dropped the deer on the ground, walking away.

"Man, I love a gal that buys me dinner and doesn't expect me to put out." Negan chuckled.

Rosita and Spencer had ended up finding Daryl's bike, which Dwight took from them, in exchange for her hat.

He revved it loudly, turning it around, then stopped in front of Daryl.

"You can have it back. Just say the word. You and your girl don't have to live like this, it's your choice." Dwight told him, waiting for Daryl to reply, but he didn't say anything.

Dwight shrugged, revving the engine again, driving off.

"So, nobody died." Negan grinned. "And you know what I think? I think you and I, we've refined our understanding. Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you want me to go?"

"I think that'd be good." Rick answered.

"Then just say those two magical words." Negan told him.

"Thank you." Rick struggled to say.

Negan laughed at this.

"Don't be ridiculous. Thank you."

A walker wandered towards them.

"Another one." Negan looked at it. "You need our help. Davey, hand me that candlestick over there."

He did as he was told.

"Hey, honeypie, watch this, you missed it the first time." Negan winked at Natalia.

He took out the walker, bringing the stick down on its head, breaking its skull in half.

"Yep. Win-win." He tossed the candlestick to the ground. "You should clean that up for me for next time." He told Rick. "Let's move out."

Arat grabbed a hold of Natalia, shoving her towards the truck she had been in when they got to Alexandria.

"Oh, wait." She heard Negan say. "How careless of me."

She couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, the doors shutting, cutting it off.

When they had got back to the Sanctuary, she was shoved back into her cell, the stored pancakes were gone.

She took the time to cry for Maggie and Sully, she was never going to see either of them again, and she never got to say

goodbye, she never got to apologise for Glenn.

The next day, Laura had dragged her out of her cell and outside, passing her a tray full of cups of water.

"You're gonna walk around, let the guys grab them, keep 'em hydrated in the sun." Laura told her,

Natalia looked over, seeing Daryl in what she called "the walker maze"

"So basically I'm putting myself on display for sickos." Natalia muttered.

"Yeah, sorta, keep your mouth shut and look pretty, can't be too hard for you, the looking pretty part. Go on." Laura gestured for her to start walking.

Her fingers clenched the tray, her knuckles turned white.

The Saviours were quick to let her come to them, taking a cup of water and making a comment as they eyed her, she bit her tongue, blocking them out.

Until one of the Saviours, she wasn't sure of his name, knocked the tray out of her hands, and onto the floor, splashing the water all over her.

She looked up at him, as the others watched.

"Oops" He tilted his head, taking a step closer to her. "Pick it up."

She didn't move."

"I said, get on your knees and pick it up, bitch." He said, resting his hand on his gun, looking over at the walker maze, she knew who he was looking at.

She slowly bent down, gathering the tray and the now empty cups.

When Natalia stood back up, she felt a hard slap on her ass, almost knocking her over.

Filled with rage, she sent her knee up, kicking hard into the assaulters crotch.

He groaned in pain as he doubled over, she snatched the gun out of his holster, sending another kick to his chin, causing him to fall onto his back.

Saviours gathered around as she stomped on his chest, holding him there as she cocked the gun, aiming it at his head.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted at him.

"Sweetheart, you even know how to use that thing?" Another Saviour asked, approaching her with his hands in the air, the others had aimed their guns at the small woman.

She looked up at him, aiming the gun at the walker maze, specifically, the one who was trying to reach her boyfriend, as he watched from the fence, wanting to get to her, but not able to. She shot the walker dead, before turning the gun back to the man.

"Wahoah, what the hell is going on here?" Negan had walked towards them, taking in the sight of one of his prisoners taking down a scary looking Saviour.

Natalia didn't answer him, she didn't think he was talking to her, she kept her eyes trained on the man on the floor.

"Jamie got handsy with her, didn't realise what she's capable of." Laura answered, stepping forward, folding her arms across her chest, but she was ready to put the woman down if asked to. 

"That true Jamie, did you get taken down by this tiny creature of beauty?" Negan asked him, getting closer.

"Took me by surprise." He gulped.

"Was the other way round, you decided to disturb her job, couldn't keep your hands to yourself." Laura corrected.

Negan tilted his head, reaching towards Natalia, snatching the gun out of her hand before she had time to react, she was blinded by rage.

"You touched Natalia, Jamie?" He asked him.

The man didn't answer, looking away as he got up from the ground, Laura grabbed Natalia, yanking her back. 

"Jamie, answer the question."

"Uh huh." Jamie nodded, knowing he couldn't lie his way out of this.

"Now, here at the Sanctuary, we respect women, you know this, I have a strict no touching against their consent rule, you know this, right?" He looked around at the other Saviours. "Right?"

"Yes." They all chanted.

"Right. You broke that rule, and above all, you did it to Natalia, who is very special to me indeed, then, you decide to do this, in front of her man." He pointed at Daryl, who was staring daggers. "You should be more embarrassed, that the man with the gun, then, was taken down by the tiny weapon less woman, making yourself out to be an even bigger pussy. Anything to say for yourself?"

The man stuttered, shaking his head.

"What do you say to the lady?" Negan stepped towards him, Natalia could see him discreetly take out his knife.

"She's a prisoner." Jamie sputtered.

"That your final verdict? Well alright, then." He turned away. "You left me no choice." He then turned, stabbing his knife into the mans chest, taking it out then stabbing him in the lungs.

He dropped the mans body to the floor, wiping his knife on his shirt.

"I am well and truly sorry about that, Natalia, we do not except behaviour like that at all." He snapped his fingers, pointing at the body. "Put him up on the fence." He ordered, two men stepped forward, taking care of the body. "Laura, take her back to her cell, get her some food. I'll swing back and talk to you later, Natalia."

"Will do, Negan." Laura said, pulling Natalia back towards the doors to inside.

Natalia took one last look at Daryl, whilst she could, she was all to familiar with how overprotective he was, before they were even together, how he was holding himself back from getting them both killed.

As they entered the building, a truck pulled up.

Next

[awildrobot]

I saw you reblog that Evie and Rick O'Connell post and tag it Mal/Dom-coded and. I gave myself a minute to think about it, and it made me /sad/.

Admittedly I'm guilty of thinking of all my favourite pairings now as Mal/Cobb-coded 😭 But Evy/Rick especially! I love thinking of them as the happily-ever-after AU version of Mal and Cobb, their dynamics are so similar. Researcher and adventurer couple in ancient Egypt, the same way it's implied with Mal and Cobb-both of them working together in dreamshare exploration. Also the familial connection of Evy's dad being famous explorer, like how Miles is a dreamshare-architect pioneer? The team vibing like the Inception crew?? Chef's kiss! they're all alive because I say so.

And of course I love, love the fact that Evy/Rick is married with kids, just like Mal/Cobb. It makes my heart go all the time😄 Phillipa and James will grow up to be as precious and precocious as Alex hihi

[aercnaut-archived]

@nightmdic <3'd for an incorrect quotes edit

quote nabbed from t.he m.ummy because they are so rick and evie coded

[astroboots]

I just read the mummy doctor grant fic and let me tell you how soft I feel right now with baby Steven ;(( imagine the scene in the movie where Evy gets drunk and tries to kiss Rick but literally passes out in his lap but with Steven, OR NO WAIT THE SCENE WHEN RICK LOCKS EVELYN IN A ROOM AND THREATENS THE OTHER GUYS or the scene when Rick is in jail and makes Evy come closer and then kisses her but with Steven. I just feel like Steven is very Evelyn coded and every scene with him as her would fit perfectly. I also loved the reader, what a glorious badass she is 😍

😍😍

I have to say hon, this message inspired me to rewatch the movie so that i could write more sniplets just for you because your enthusiasm made me so happy and I absolute 100000% agree that you can literally put any scene and insert Steven and he'd be so damn perfect as Evy -- especially the he gets drunk scene, it is ON MY LIST!!

MWAH! thank you so much for inspiring me dear.

[bluecoolr]

Aaaaa thanks for the tag @ventiswampwater 💙

First Ship: Evelyn Carnahan x Rick O'Connell from The Mummy (1999) <- amazing movie 12/10 go see it y'all, like Venti said it is peak cinema. As a little blueling I wanted what they had. I still do tbh. I wanted to be a librarian at 11 yo because of Evie.

Three Ships: the nina, the pinta, the santa maria Me x Bo Sinclair I'm gonna be self-indulgent and say my oc with my pals' ocs -> Darrell x Skulk x Red. I have major brainrot about this stabby polycule. Also Belle and The Beast, Belle walked so we monster and slasher fuckers can run ok I will not be taking criticism.

I can't think of romantic ships rn so I'm just gonna drop a dad n daughter relationship I love with all my heart: Meggie and Mo from the Inkheart trilogy <- the movie does not exist, ok? read the books pls it's so intense and emotional

Last Song: Lady Marmalade w/ Christina, P!nk, Mya, and Lil Kim

Last Movie: Signs (2002)

Currently Reading: trying and failing to reread The Da Vinci Code. Haven't gotten past the prologue.

Currently Watching: Literally just finished 30 Days of Night.

Currently Consuming: nothing atm I just jad dinner

Currently Craving: love and affection cheese stuffed potato balls 😭😭

Gonna poke these people with a stick: @rottent33th @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @the-pinstriped-hood @soupbabe @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @slaasherslut

Only if y'all want to btw! And it's alright if you've already done this

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by the lovely @flaggermuser 💜

first ship: me x shaggy from scooby doo LIKE LITERALLY I CANNOT LIE 2 U at like six years old I was writing baby!! fanfic in my diary of me and CARTOON shaggy from scooby doo building snow forts and having snowball fights

I also grew up in hawaii so no idea where the snow fixation came from lmao 💀

cringe fail from conception I suppose 😍

three ships: FIRST THREE THAT CAME TO MIND LMAO simon and alisha from misfits (I’m still in mortal agony over them always and forever), clementine and joel from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, elisa and sexy fish man from the shape of water

last song: cloudbursting by kate bush (THE!!! song lmao I’ve had that shit on replay 380390390 times in the last two days)

last movie: the mummy (1999) which is peak cinema

currently reading: nothing!!! glancing over at my bookshelf!! a flop!!

currently watching: jenny nicholson’s nearly 4 hour extravaganza video essay on the evermore theme park. it’s my nightly forty minute sitcom @ this point

currently consuming: the lil christmas sugar cookies u get in those cutesy tins. a rare schedule 1 drug tbqh

currently craving: I have a mighty need 2 bleach my fuckin hair!! I need to be BLONDE in 2023 lmao!! It has commandeered my fuckin braincells!! the idea of booking a hair appointment is terrifying………….but I must

oh and I really want 2 play thru fallout 4 for…….reasons idk

going to bother all of u w/this:

@bluecoolr, @therabbitinred, @ofsongandmelody, @venus-haze

[theteasetwrites]

OH MY GOD REALIZASHUN

So when I was growing up my favorite movies were the first two Mummy movies (you know the ones with Brendan Fraser) and so basically if you haven't seen those movies, it's about a brave himbo (Rick) going on an adventure to Egypt to investigate an ancient artifact, and along with him is a pretty and smart/curious (but also clumsy) librarian (Evie) and her good natured/comic relief brother (Jonathan). Naturally the himbo and the librarian fall in love and go on adventures together and even have a little boy who is smart and curious like his mom but also brave and adventurous like his dad.

Basically what I'm saying is I accidentally rewrote The Mummy and that reader in The Beginning is just Evie and Daryl is Rick and Aaron is Jonathan and I swear I didn't do this on purpose but it makes a lot of sense because I always loved that movie and their relationship.

Tell me that reader and Daryl aren't Evie and Rick coded.

And I'm the camel in the background <3

Also literally one of my favorite scenes ever is:

She's so cute pls

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Let's talk about The Mummy (1999)

Someone was talking at me yesterday about this movie and I was getting riled so I decided to go full rant. Specifically in regards to the feminist podcast that slammed it.

I don't even remember which podcast it was, but I am still rankled and baffled that any "feminism in movies" podcast could jump to anything but "this movie is phenomenal."

First of all, even just discussing the overall quality: sure, it might not have been groundbreaking with its cgi or plot twists. But back in the 90s, that wasn't the standard of measure like it is now (and even now is a shitty standard that needs to die). This movie was light and funny and yet hit all the right beats to maintain the dire stakes needed to make it a compelling action flick.

Its characters are fully realized and entirely distinct from each other. Even those treated with a broader brush, such as the Americans, were charismatic enough that we were fully invested in their fate. The entire cast of characters were real people with real impact and real agency.

The script is quotable and fucking hilarious. There are gems from literally every single character. Rick and Evie have actual chemistry, aided by Rachel Weisz's natural magnetism and Brendan Frasier's career-long knack for acting utterly charmed with his female costars.

Actually, let's talk about Rick O'Connell for a second. This is peak 90s Brendan Frasier. He is absolutely GORGEOUS, suave, and cool, rugged and handsome. He is the epitome of the 1920s adventure hero. Dear god I want to kiss those casting directors. But for all his general peak masculinity? He's feminist as fuck. He is equally dumbstruck by Evie as she is by him, and it's wholly evident that it's more than a "oh no she's hot" thing.

How do we know?

He steals her some tools to dig with. This gift demonstrates that he a) has identified her passion for archaeology, b) has recognized her proficiency in the field, despite it not being explicitly stated on screen, and c) sees a chance to restore her full and active participation in the discovery of Hamunaptra.

There is never a moment where Rick assumes to be the leader of the expedition. He is the weapons expert, the muscle--and he knows it. Better than that, he's totally okay with it. He follows Evie's lead in all things.

Another favorite moment of mine is when they're facing off with the American team on Day 1, and Evie realizes there's a chamber underneath Anubis they could use to excavate the statue. She puts her hand on Rick's arm, looks him in the eye, and says very deliberately "there are other places to dig." And he yields, instantly.

By comparison, see the way the Americans treat their workers and guide.

Does he groan about his work being made exponentially harder as a result? Nope. And that's a recurring theme in his behavior the entire goddamn movie. The only time he is in charge is when a situation is in his wheelhouse-- namely, combat and rescue. And it deserves mentioning that the majority of the time that he's in charge, Evie is not present.

Meanwhile, Evie-- her adventurer's spirit chafing in an academia that dismisses her for her gender-- is an absolute marvel. She is visually coded as being very feminine (she's in dresses and long hair most of the film), but that fact in no way detracts from her competence and agency.

She is consistently protrayed as a fully capable expert in egyptology and there is never a single moment where she waffles on what to do. Even when she's the damsel in distress, she actively makes the choice to be so because she weighs the potential outcomes and decides doing so provides their best chance of success.

Evie is never the passive victim. She is constantly brash, constantly scheming, and saves the lives of her would-be rescuers mid-abduction. And when her brother (who is the failure of the family, against type) needs help with translation, she correctly translates for him while being throttled by a mummified priestess.

When I first saw this film, I was too young to realize how novel it was. Back then, all I knew was that it was just a good time. But now as an adult-- an adult acutely aware of the treatment female characters have gotten in the twenty years since-- I marvel at the respect with which the writers and directors treated Evie.

I marvel at how tender Rick was allowed to be, despite his rugged adventurer archetype.

The Mummy (1999) is peak storytelling. It doesn't try to outsmart the audience, but rather lays out a consistent, coherent narrative that gives the characters and viewers room to breathe. It invests the audience enough to care whether the characters succeed in their goals.

The Mummy (1999) does it right. It's the reason that any talk of the Tom Cruise version gets an immediate eyeroll from me, because whatever modern grimdark grit they shove into a story about a mummy cannot compare to the reliable and timeless entertainment of the 1999 adaptation.

All modern media should aspire to be the kind of film that The Mummy (1999) is.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Séamus McGannon

Picrew

Of both Irish and Scottish descent, Séamus is a born adventurer whose life's work is to find the legendary city of gold, El Dorado. She's spent decades discovering ancient cities, hidden temples, and exploring the jungles of Mexico and South America. Her main focus is in the Aztecs, but she has also found her share of secrets, and curses, hidden deep in the Amazonian jungle.

Was friends with Rick and Izzy in her youth, and the three would get into some wild adventures. She and Rick once fould an ancient map to El Dorado, written all in code. A code it would take her nearly 2 decades, 4 trips around the globe, a handful of dead colleagues to decode.

Her cat Xolotl, is possibly immortal because he's obscenely old for a cat, over 25 years old and still as spry as a kitten. He's been with her through many a discovery so he could very well be cursed.

During her years of adventure, Shéa has seen a curse and resurrection or two. She once had to slay Mictlantecuhtli, the Aztec god of the underworld after one of her research assistants opened an ancient tomb that had been used to seal him away when he decided that humanity no longer deserved life. She's told Rick this story many times but he never believed her.

Then, a few years after Rick and Evie's kerfuffle at hamunaptra (an adventure she had yet to learn about) she recieved a letter from Rick, who five years prior had stolen her money along with a well aged bottle of whiskey, asking her to come to his home in London to celebrate the new year. So she packed a bag and her lucky machete and boarded a steamer to England.

On her trip there, the ship ran into some trouble on the high seas. A monstrous sea serpent, straight off a pirate map attacked the ship. A beast she helped slay while getting bit in the process, leaving one of its teeth embedded in her leg. A week later, mostly healed, with trophy in hand, she makes her way from the docks to the O'Connell house, where she meets for the first time, Johnathan, Evie, baby Alex, and their friend, Ardeth Bay, who had somehow allowed himself to get talked I to spending the holidays with them. She regaled the group with tales of her many adventures and it wasn't long before he was smitten.

After that, it seemed to get easier and easier for the O'Connells to talk the man into coming over, as long as he was aware she would be there.

So that's how they spent the holiday season for the next three years, all of them gathered in the spacious living room of Rick and Evie's beautiful house. Possible shenanigans may occur to hopefully get the two together, including but not limited to mistletoe, drinking games, and 'accidentally' knocking them into each other's space.

Then came the whole bracelet business and Ardeth saw her fight for the first time, when decapitate the undead corpse about to dismember him on the bus, strands of bright ginger already falling from her hair tie and into her eyes, he knew he was in love. And the way she cupped his cheeks before she began to examine his wounds, had he not been so out of breath and in pain, he would have kissed her right then. God knows he desperately wanted to.

During the first night of their pursuit of Alex in Izzy's dirigible, he could hardly keep his eyes off her. With her hair down, whipping around her face, and her large cotton sleeves billowing in the wind as she looked out over the desert, he could hardly hear what Jonathan was blabbering about.

There was no real privacy on their journey, but during one of the quiet moments he pulled her to the side, determined to at least kiss her in case they happened to fail their mission or something happened to either of them, but their moment was interrupted by Evie nearly going over the side.

When the balloon went down in the tsunami sent by Imhotep, his first instinct was to wrap his arms around her and hold her close, trying to protect her from any pain she might suffer from the fall. Then she went with him and Rick to retrieve Alex and tbe two fough off cultists and pygmies until the rest of them made it to the pyramid.

She then helped ardeth and his warriors hold back the Anubis warriors. When the second wave of them turned back in to sand, one of the first things he did was turn around and kiss her, hard. A sweaty, sandy, passionate kiss.

She spent the next two months with him in Egypt before going back to Mexico. Her original intent when going to London was to ask Rick for assistance in cracking a part of the infamous code that would lead El Dorado. During their search for his son he helped her out, and only a few months later she was getting antsy, ready for the next step in her lifelong journey.

Leaving was hard for her, but their regular correspondence eased the pain a fair amount, until she stops responding all together. After eight months of worrying, fearing the worst, and nearly boarding a boat to Mexico himself to find her, Ardeth is shocked by the sudden appearance of Séamus in the local market one day.

Self ship tag: Curse Bound

Shéa's playlist is a careful accumulation of soundtracks and celtic punk, and is totally worth a listen!

What happens next is a story for another day in my (hopefully) upcoming Mummy spinoff series/Mummy 3 rewrite- Mummy: Curse of the Jungle

And if all goes well with that I have another story planned for them- The Mummy: Sea of Mystery (or something like that)

[tinydooms]

Oh beloved Tinydooms, I am but a humble slut for exactly 2 things: your writing, and period comfort fics. How did woman back then deal with their periods anyways? I hate them now with all my modern comforts. I can only deal with them by projecting myself on fictional characters receiving love and attention so may I request one with Rick and Evie 🥺

This made me laugh out loud! I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Did you know that I've never read a single period comfort fic? Probably because I hate periods so entirely that I pretend they aren't real when I'm not having one. So I have no point of reference for what such a fic might entail and have had to rely entirely on my own imagination. Also I ended up reading articles about the advent of marketed period products over on JSTOR, so thanks for that research wormhole.

I've also combined this with a prompt from @ricochetoconnell, who asked for the "messy hair" autumn prompt. I hope you both like it! :-)

Oxford, late October 1924

It was a cold, wet, viciously windy day: the sort of day, Rick felt, best to be enjoyed indoors, wrapped up in blankets before a roaring fire. He stood at the window of the little Oxford flat, looking out at the rain falling in solid sheets, and hoped that Evie had had to the good sense to take a taxi home from the Bod. But no: he could see her now, coming through the rain in her sodden scholars’ robes, her umbrella clutched in both hands, blown half inside out.

“God,” Rick muttered, and ran for the door.

“This day!” howled Evie, blowing inside on a gust of wind. She dropped her broken umbrella and stood dripping on the matt, her cheeks red with cold. “This damned abominable day!”

“That bad, huh?” Rick held out his hands for her coat.

“It was awful,” snapped Evie, shrugging off her rain-soaked robes. She hurled her hat at the stand and missed. “It was a rotten, stupid, wretched day from the beginning. I can’t believe I decided to do this. I had a perfectly good job at the Museum, but no, I wanted to be a doctor--”

Rick let her yell as he helped her out of her sodden things. Sometimes a good rant was the best cure for a bad day. He took the heavy woolen robes and hung them up to dry, put Evie’s hat on the stand, and, when she was down to her skirt and blouse, handed her the blanket they usually kept on the couch. Evie stood there in her wet stockings, her hair half-tumbled out of its bun, and gave him a miserable look.

“And I feel bally awful,” she finished.

Ah yes, the dreaded monthly. There had been a single red dot on today’s date on the wall calendar when Rick looked at it that morning--Evie’s code for the fact that she’d started her period. He grimaced.

“Poor kid,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Come and have a cocktail.”

Actually, the drink was a hot toddy, a nice stiff one with plenty of honey and lemon. Evie laughed to find it in the teapot.

“I won’t say no to seconds,” she said as Rick poured her a glass of the stuff. She peeled her stockings off and flung them away. “God, this day. Do you know it’s actually raining sideways? I’d forgotten that it can rain sideways. I hate England.”

“It’s not that bad,” said Rick, who had made it home from his morning classes a mere ten minutes before the deluge began. He settled on the hearth rug and gave his glaring wife an innocent look. “It rains sideways most places, not just England.”

Evie grunted. Rick took pity on her.

“Why don’t you come sit down here and warm up,” he said, “and I’ll brush out your hair for you?”

“What, you just happen to have a hair brush on you?”

“As it happens,” Rick said, lifting a brush from the side table, “I do. I have dry socks, too, if you want them.”

In spite of herself, Evie laughed. She slipped off of the couch to sit beside Rick. “You’re magic, you know that?”

Rick grinned. “Nah, it’s a howling gale on a red dot day. I’m not magic, I’m prepared.”

Evie grinned back, accepting the dry socks and turning her back so that Rick could brush her hair. He settled in, tailor fashion, and gently removed the pins from her mass of curly dark hair. God, Evie’s hair was beautiful, even when it was sopping wet. Rick set the hairpins aside and ruffled his fingers through the curls, shaking her hair out, working his hands into the tangled mass to massage her scalp. Evie gave a small sigh and leaned back into his touch, stretching her feet towards the fire. That was better. Evie liked being stroked, and Rick loved stroking her. He rubbed her head for a while, nails lightly scritching, and then began to brush out her hair, working up from the ends. He was glad that she hadn’t bobbed her hair. Rick didn’t mind the bob--hell, it looked great on plenty of women--but being allowed to unpin and brush out Evelyn’s long thick hair was one of the great sensual pleasures of Rick’s life.

“How’s the drink?” he asked as his wife relaxed under his hands.

“Mm, good. Strong.”

“And do you need any aspirin? A hot water bottle?”

Evie glanced over her shoulder at him. “I might have both, and a nap before dinner. I know it’s my night to cook, but do you mind if we switch? I can’t bear the thought of cooking.”

Her hair was almost dry now in Rick’s hands, and he could run the brush through it without any snags. Rick put the brush down and, gathering her hair up into his hands, he buried his nose in the sweet-smelling mass. She smelled of soap and rainwater and her own nice Evie scent. Rick smoothed her hair back and let it fall over her shoulder.

“I can make dinner,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Evie’s neck. “Or I can order out.”

Evie leaned back against his chest, resting her head against his shoulder. “Either way,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m such a grump.”

“Don’t be,” Rick said. “You had a rough day and you’re not feeling good. You’re allowed to be cranky. Are your feet still cold?”

“Mm-mm.”

They sat there on the hearthrug in companionable silence, letting the warmth of the fire wash over them. Outside the rain hammered the windows, but they could enjoy it now that they were no longer out in it. At last Rick rose to fetch Evie’s hot water bottle and see about dinner, leaving his girl stretched out on the couch. Being married agreed with him, red dot week or not.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hello! The fics you will find here are associated with the Gif Exchange Challenge. If you are interested, go ahead and take a look. I will be adding to this list as I repost Fics. All these writers are incredible artists at their crafts and deserve so much. Thank you all for making this a success. I will continue to add to this when other pieces are submitted.

Again THANK YOU EVERYONE for making this another year of success. It wouldn't be possible without all of you being so enthusiastic and willing to share your creations. I am incredibly thankful. Fics can be found under the Keep Reading.

PS- If I have happened to miss anyone's work, please send me a DM so I can be sure to add it. I am a forgetful individual at times.

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Storyboards for Curtis Everett- Wilford Demands and Steve Rogers x Plus!sized Reader by @thelemonadestxnd

Taken by @softbostonboy You and Curtis have one another in the tail end till Wilford changes that. He removes you to live in the front end and Curtis won't rest till you are safe with him again.

Stages by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. You and Eddie Brock have a chance meeting that grows into something more.

One Rescue Leads to a Celebration by @stardancerluv. Indy has managed to get kidnapped and it's up to his friends, Rick and Evie to find him. After following the clues, will they find their adventurous friend in one piece?

Found by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. Natasha places a 911 call to Alpha Steve and Little One, bringing along an unexpected surprise.

A Star Spangled Forever One Shot: Code Red by @what-is-your-plan-today. Bucky and Sam are in charge of the Rogers Clan. Sounds like a chill museum trip, right?

Spotlight by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. Chris and you are at a movie premiere and moments before having to go out for the press photos, Chris can't seem to keep his hands to himself.

Mayhem by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. You need to remove a problem variant before he ruins the current timeline with his chaos.

Shattered by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. Curtis has one good spot in his life, you. Why he will always return to you because when he's broken, you can fix him. Warnings- mentions of children's deaths.

Dancing Barefoot In The Dark by @verdandis-blog. You and Jack Daniels are locked up in a safe house after a mission gone wrong. Tensions and attitudes are high, just feeding what is bound to happen.

Bucky Barnes TikTok by @goldenfightergir Tik Tok featuring Bucky Barnes.

Don't Worry About It by @supernaturallymarvellous featuring Dean Winchester. Dean has spent a lifetime being the man who got stuff done, so a crack in his armor, he needs to apologize for.

Not Another Conquest by @secretswiftymarvelfan featuring Colin Shea. Colin is your neighbor, close friend, and resident playboy. It's hard to maintain a just friend's relationship with him when he makes it so easy to fall for him.

Lokis Chivalry by @animnerd featuring Loki. Loki is given you as his personal slave and means to make you the perfect slave for him. But he finds that his usual harsh treatment will not work on you for one big reason. Readers, this is a dark fic, read at your own risk.