#and everytime i heard 'What the hell is on Joey's head'

[undinoble]

Crazy long text ahead i warn you, just explaining some process I went through while drawing this Frank and Julie low light dying thingie, probably gonna drop some wips along the way, you may want to see… idk, dealer’s choice

!TRIGGER WARNING! Violence, death, suicide. Proceed with caution.

Well where do we begin? The inspiration maybe?

Exploring the magical world of Spotify when a band came in, one of the first songs (if not the first one) of theirs I heard was Partners in Crime by Set It Off, you know, love at first sight, love for their voices, their music style, aaand the lyrics, OH BOI the lyrics, check it out:

“You’ll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They’ll call our crimes a work of art You’ll never takes us alive We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners”

Dunno, for two passionate juvenil delinquents that just wants trouble this line really fits to me, the dreamy couple feels invencible.

“Everybody freeze Nobody move Put the money in the bag Or we will shoot Empty out the vault And me and my doll will be on our way”

It’s actually interesting to think of the Legion robbing a bank, it’s not like troublesome teens didn’t do that in movies c’mon, it’s a small city, they wear masks, ez!

“Our paper faces flood the streets And if the heat comes close enough to burn Then we’ll play with fire ‘cause

You’ll never takes us alive”

THIS. This is so a Legion thing to say. Can you imagine their masks all around the streets as a warning like “HEY, WE ARE HERE, FEAR US” I love this

“Here we find our omnipotent outlaws Fall behind the grind tonight Left unaware that the lone store owner Won’t go down without a fight Where we gonna go He’s got us pinned Baby I’m a little scared Now, don’t you quit He’s sounded the alarm I hear the sirens closing in”

The second big moment, the adrenaline along with the instrumental is crazy for real

“The skies are black with lead-filled rain A morbid painting on display This is the night the young love died Buried at each others side”

THIS. (again) is the main theme of the drawing, it’s where the inspiration flood over me, the scene was clear in my mind, c’mon if you read till here there’s absolutely no reason not to listen to the song you won’t regret im not even getting payed to show it off

ACTUALLY FORGET IT- i just won a sub on Cody Carson’s stream WHAT IS LIFE??????? Thanks Max!!!

I totally didn’t draw this while listening to the music when i should be working what are you talking about??

Hold the sketch, focus on the gun. It’s dope aint it?

Anyways, here goes the lore, along with the music lyrics I filled up the gaps, well, Suz and Joey are not around, maybe doing school stuff Julie didn’t feel like doing so she decides to hang out with Frank in the meanwhile, they’re on the lodge, bored, upset about the world cause it’s what teens do in their free time, listening to one of their mixtapes, probably Frank’s, the more hardcore one when the idea hit: what if they try some good mischief? “There’s a small banks a mile from here, want some adrenaline babe?” And oh of course she does, grab your mask, here we go

Sorry, not a big legs-drawing fan…

They grab their knives, put on the masks, get ready, drive to the bank. I didnt really think this part through, the song says it all. Long story short - they rob the bank, the police arrives, the action begins.

They brought their knives, didn’t expect the cops to show up with guns, damn they didnt even know little Ormond cops had actual guns. After long minutes of hiding on the bank safe the couple decides to fight their way out, they would be more useful alive than dead so laws could apply, but that went out of question once Frank stabbed the first bank employee on his triumphal way out, the police don’t think twice before shooting to protect the citizens inside.

Frank and Julie have too little time to react, the stress and anxiety kicks in, they go feral, crazy cinematic bullet avoids, for a moment it’s possible to get away. It all happened too quick, but in Julie’s vision it went slow motion. She just saw a cop leaning behind a car, aiming directly at Frank, even her fastest reaction wasn’t fast enough to stop the trigger from popping. With tears in her eyes she watches as the bullet hits her boyfriend right in the chest. 

She snaps. One target in mind, she sprints to the cop and stabs him over and over until she’s sure he won’t see the sun set ever again. She takes his gun and rushes towards Frank who is kneeling against a taxi holding his torax, she screams that they must go to the hospital immediately but he refuses, hospital would be just a quick stop on his way to jail. No fucking way. 

He demands to go back to the lodge, the cops are too busy helping their wounded partner to look for them, they think Frank may be dropped dead somewhere on the street after multiple shots, the two of them must flee before the cops realize the mistake and go hunting for them. NOW.

Julie side-carries Frank back to their car, the lack of a license of her own won’t stop her from driving as fast as the car can. Breathing heavily while constantly telling Frank to hold on, they will find a way out, they must do. Oh what a fucking stupid idea holy SHIT. 

The travel takes half the time it usually does and still feels like hours. The car gets all red with Frank’s blood that keeps leaking. Once they arrive, Frank wants to go upstair, Julie shouts at him to keep next the central campfire once he should grab some heat (and for god’s sake why is he still carrying the money bag they stole????), anyway he gets the last word and they climb the stairs up and lay on the bed, Frank hisses from the pain but also sighs in relief for the soft spot under him, ignoring Julie cursing besides him, saying she can still call an ambulance, she doesnt want to lose him, Suz and Joey will be devastated, although he just replies with the phrase they were saying sooner that day “They’ll never take us alive”.

After 20 minutes of agony, low whispers of memories of how they met, what they had been through together and a huge amount of blood moisturing the covers, Frank says he’s feeling light-headed, Julie looks at him and he’s paper white, the blood loss is finally getting to him, she wants to cry, scream, curse and stab that damn cop a hundred times again, but all she does is cuddle her head harder against his shoulder and tell him she loves him, that she will keep his legacy alive, with Joey and Susie, she will revenge him. He chuckles and slowly feels the life being drained from his weaked body until everything goes black.

Julie need a few seconds to process. Frank died. For real. He was good a few hours ago, he was right. They would never take them alive. Death could do them apart, but, he never said for how long they would be apart.

She reaches for the gun on the hand under Frank’s body. THAT DAMN GUN. She aims it to the side of her head, never leaving Frank’s side on the bed. Triggers it.

“Partners in crime”

Damn did I just write a fucking fanfiction? This shit is way longer than I expected, did anybody even get down here?

Well, this is the part of the drawing where i left cause I just couldn’t afford to work on it, have in mind everytime the file were opened the whole lore came in my head, and fuck did i feel dizzy writing it all down. Hell the bloody details get me, seeing Frank so white with a blue undertone simulating the lifeless body gave me headaches fr. My escape was drawing other things until the courage to finish it came back. It was easier because the story kinda faded away from my mind, the drawing became “lighter” to deal with.

Well, guess that’s it. I hardly have this big insight while drawing, to visualize the finished piece on my brain and it’s just so fucking cool, making art with so many mixed feelings along, and overall pride, cause i feel so proud with the result you have no idea. It isn’t perfect tho, but i like it anyway. So, thank you so much if you made it all the way here. gonna sleep now for fucks sake im gonna pass out bye

[the-hellion-studio]

Circus night

Words: ≈1500

Joey takes Henry on a sudden adventure in the middle of the night.

“I really wanted to see the elephants, Joey.” Henry mumbled, hugging a pillow.

Earlier that day he and Joey walked past a circus that was installed in town, and of course it was too crowded and noisy for Joey to handle, so they didn’t get in. There was a sign saying that there was elephants and Henry couldn’t seem to shake it off his mind. He really liked animals and wanted to befriend them all.

Joey was perched on the windowsill, an almost finished cigarette between his fingers. He took a long drag and looked outside. The stars were twinkling through a clear sky, the bright smile of the moon watching over them. He looked back at Henry, who was half naked on the bed. He was pretty much ready to go to sleep. Joey sighed a thick cloud of smoke. Henry was supposed to be the smoker, but Joey always stole his packs and certainly smoked more than his boyfriend.

“Let’s go, then.”

He scratched the end of his cigarette under the overhang of the window and threw it outside. He jumped off his spot, landing on the wooden floor without a sound.

“Get dressed, we’re going.”

Henry wasn’t too surprised, Joey was often dragging him in crazy “nightventures”. It was always sudden and random. He was glad he was the origin of tonight’s wandering off. He got out of the bed, picking up his clothes Joey had folded nicely on the chest at the end of the bed. The man in question was already by the door with his coat and hat on, playing with his keys, ready to leave. Henry got dressed quickly and joined his lover in the old staircase of the building. He did his best to shut up and be careful to the steps he shouldn’t step on because they were too noisy. Joey marked them with chalk on the left side of the old wood. They got down the three stories quickly. The night outside was pleasantly cool and soft, with very little wind. There was no noise besides some birds and the sound of their footsteps on the gravel covering the ground. Joey hopped in his hearse, looking at Henry through the window. The other did not really want to step inside the sinister vehicle, as everytime he was in there something bad happened. He gulped, his eyes slowly drifting to his own car, parked on the other side of the street.

“Get in, you chicken.” He challenged Henry, an amused grin on his lips.

Joey turned the engine on suddenly and his car started roaring, wich made Henry take a step back with a yelp. It was not supposed to sound that way for sure.

Think about the elephants, Henry. Breathe.

That’s better.

He gulped and carefully walked towards the Death Machine– that’s how he nicknamed Joey’s hearse. He got into the passenger seat, curling up against his boyfriend, hugging his arm, as it was the only way to be stable as the seatbelt was broken. Joey grumbled, gripping the steering wheel.

“Let’s go see those elephants. I’ll need you to tell me the way, I completely forgot where it is.”

Henry smiled. Typical Joey. The truth is that he knew where it was, but if Henry was distracted he wouldn’t get scared and flip out because of Joey’s original way of interpreting the road code. It perfectly worked, and with the indispensable help of Henry they drove to where the circus was and parked close by. The moment the hearse stopped moving Henry jumped off, trotting away to get to a reasonable distance. Joey rolled his eyes at this and adjusted his hat on his head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He put his hands in his pockets and got next to Henry.

“One day I won’t wanna get near that horrible machine anymore, you know!”

Joey shrugged, not looking impressed at all.

“Yeah, sure.”

He huffed, amused, and followed Henry who was already walking towards the animal’s enclosures. He was looking around, hoping no one would notice them messing with the animals in the middle of the night. Henry was not so concerned about this, his brain was wired on the elephants only. After a few minutes of walking around in the dark, a big, excited squeal sent the sleeping birds in the trees near by flying away. Joey grinded his teeth together, glaring at Henry.

“May I remind you the owners are sleeping and we shouldn’t be here?” He whispered loudly, worried.

Henry put his hands over his mouth, turning to Joey.

“Sorry!” He whispered back, embarassed. “But look– they’re just there!”

He closed his fists, shaking them a little out of excitement, then pointed at the elephants, sleeping in the grass not so far away. Joey winced upon seeing the creatures. He didn’t want to admit it but large animals scared him a lot. He kept his distances, keeping a calm composure.

“That’s great.��

Henry turned back to the elephants, leaning against the fence, almost vibrating of happiness. Joey looked at him and smiled. Henry’s moods were very contagious. He started climbing the fence, wanting to have a closer look at the grey masses laying in the grass. He approached the elephants carefully, not wanting to scare them. They were still sleeping.

It was not the best idea, but it was fun to watch so Joey didn’t say anything. Still he stayed alert in case someone would come. And he did well. A few minutes later he heard someone walk not so far away.

“Shit. Henry?”

Henry stopped walking and and turned to Joey.

“Mh?” He tilted his head on the side, worried by Joey’s anxious tone.

“Someone’s coming.” He whispered, looking towards where the sound seemed to come from.

“Oops–”

Henry sprinted back to the fence and jumped over it, but stress made him slip and he flopped down on the ground. Joey made fun of him and helped him back on his feet. The footsteps came closer. Joey and Henry started to walk back to Joey’s hell car quickly, trying to be as silent as possible, hiding behind the other cages. Henry stayed close to his boyfriend, making himself as little as possible. They could see a man between the metal bars and sleeping animals, looking for them, possibly very upset. Soon enough they arrived to where the hearse was waiting for them. Joey ran to it and unlocked the doors.

“We’re leaving now. Get in–”

Henry didn’t do as much manners when it came to getting in the hearse. Joey turned on the car and quickly drove away from the circus, taking the road back to his appartment. Henry laughed, nervously at first, but it became genuine as they started driving away, gripping on Joey’s arm happily. Joey was amused as well, now that the stress was fading away.

“Thank you Joey!”

Joey shrugged, letting out an amused bark.

“It was fun. I’m glad you saw your elephants.”

Henry giggled happily, keeping his eyes on Joey to avoid looking at the road.

“Yeah. I wish I could have gotten closer… You know what time is it?”

Joey lended his right wrist to Henry so he could read his watch.

“It’s two and something.” He declared, releasing Joey’s forearm. Even with the biggest efforts, he never figured out how to read the longer needles.

“Fantastic.” Joey crooned, getting his hand back on the wheel.

Henry giggled, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Not so long later, they were back in Joey’s lair. The moment Henry stepped in, he really felt tired. All that unexpected nightly running around drained the last bits of energy in his body. Joey didn’t look tired at all. He was trying hard to convince himself he wasn’t tired,but his will had limits. He put down his coat on the back of his armchair then got to the kitchen to make coffee. Henry settled on a chair next to him.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep instead ?” Henry asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

Joey shook his head, staring at the coffee pot.

“No. There’s work to finish and I know I won’t sleep. I’ll need that still.”

He went to pat the hot metal– just once.

“Ow. Fucking idiot.”

He shook his hand, wincing.

Henry stood up.

“Oh my God are you okay?!”

Joey put his hand under cold water in the sink, a blank look on his face.

“Of course.” He replied sarcastically.

Henry frowned.

“You should sleep.”

“You should sleep.” Joey mocked him, imitating his voice.

“Come on, Joey. It’s with me!”

Joey looked at the floor, his hand still stuck under the faucet. Maybe Henry was right.

“Okay, okay.” He sighed. “Just let me take a shower and do something about my fucking hand first.”

Henry smiled victoriously and went to the bedroom. The moment he slipped under the bedsheets he fell asleep, tonight’s adventure in mind. Joey joined him later in the night once he was clean, and just sat down next to Henry, waiting for the night to pass. He did fall asleep eventually, ending that night’s adventure there.

[defensemechanism]

Careful to avoid making any noise, you pressed down on the dull gold lever. Once the handle was pressed as far as it would go, you pushed gently on one of the deep walnut wood doors. Sherri and a few of the other wives sat together speaking in low careful tones, but fat joey was late as you’d hoped he would be.The bakers would have fresh bread out on the same day each week. He wasn’t about to miss that.

Dropping all pretense, you turned the inner lock, shut the door behind you and grinned.

“Good Morning.” You called to the women, eager to get the heck outta dodge.

Hazel eyes gave you a once over, pausing at the sight of the old flannel you had on over your dress. You’d found it buried at the back of negan’s closet. It fit him too big around the middle which meant it fit you just right.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alma asked sternly.

“Where ever the wind takes me on this fine day, Miss Alma.”You didn’t mean to be rude. You knew that all of these girls had to put up with the boss man same as you. Only, they were scared of him, which must feel awful, but you couldn’t risk getting caught just to be polite to someone.

“He’ll be angry.” You heard her call after you, but Negan was always angry about something or other. So you didn’t let that stop you.

There was no way of knowing how long you had, but you intended to explore as much of the sanctuary as possible. You had been out of the room before, sure, but had only seen flashes of the place as you ran past. You had gone on a mini-mission two months ago to find out what was making Fat Joey late. Once you figured out the day of the week it was like clockwork. Third day of every week, Fat Joey left his room at 7:35am. He headed straight for the bakers and stood in line for a good half hour. You left when they handed him the sweet bread and found it took virtually no effort to beat him back to the room. That was the most you had seen of the sanctuary since your arrival and was not the best way, you were convinced, to get to know and appreciate the beauty this place might hold.

The Sunlight felt nice for the first few seconds after you stepped out of building A, but soon enough the humidity ruined the moment. You untied the blue bonnet colored ribbon from around your wrist and tied your hair back into a low ponytail. It was your scarlet letter. Negan said you had to wear it because you misbehaved. Apparently it identified you as a flight risk.You weren’t supposed to take it off, but then again, you weren’t supposed to leave the room. You choose to stay on the greenery beside the road to avoid burning your feet and followed it to the make shift market.

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“Excuse me?” You narrowed your eyes daring him to repeat himself.

“You don’t have credit.”

“The hell i don’t.”

“How many more times do you need me to say it?”Eugene repeated a smirk on his lips. He leaned back in his chair looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“How fucking dare -” You started to shout, your voice ringing out through the warehouse. Calling attention to yourself was the last thing you wanted to be doing. You felt the corners of your mouth pull up into a practiced grin that you never thought you’d have cause to use again.

“My my,” Injecting sugar into your voice, you leaned across the table until you were nearly close enough to touch him. “Look at you! You’ve been runnin’ with the big dogs long enough to do a halfway decent impression, Eugene.”

Eugene’s shifty eyes widened. “You know my name?”

“Negan only ever talks about one genius with a mullet.” You lowered the volume of your voice conspiratorially, “How fortunate you are that my darling husband hasn’t seen through you yet. Maybe, I ought to help him see you for what you really are?”

“He will never believe you.”

“No. He would never believe anyone, but me. It wouldn’t make any sense for me to lie about a man i have never met. All i have to do is call into question your history with the pple of Alexandria and make it seem like i feel genuine concern for his safety.”

Metal chair legs scraped against cement as Eugene pushed his seat back and stood.

“I’m g-going out for a smoke.Th-Them shoes better be the only thing missin’ when i get back.” His trembling lower lip killed any affect his wrathful tone might have had on you.

Your white dress fanned out behind you as you half jogged half ran, brown leather contraband on your feet, eager to begin your self guided tour.

Building after building of industrial rot, a few rusty tin shacks, and a sad row of tomatoes later, you found yourself in front of the main building itself. The Sanctuary’s weather beaten concrete face was made of cruel sharp angles. Her broken windows were yellowing jagged teeth.She stared brutally down at you until you couldn’t bare to meet her eyes anymore and turned walking brusquely away from her frightening visage.

You turned the corner only to freeze in your tracks.The wet raspy growling filled your ears before the smell hit you. Walkers.

Your eyes swept from left to right a few times trying to count, to keep track and then you realized, that they weren’t coming for you. There was a chain link fence separating you.Your brow knitted and were they tied down? Yes. They were stuck. Some chained up, some tied up, some stuck through with pipes.

Had this been Negan’s doing?

Your stomach wrenched at the thought.

The man was all smoke and mirrors.You shook the thought away and made for the only corner of the god forsaken place you hadn’t yet visited.

The stolen too-big boots kicked up loose bits of gravel behind you as you headed for the backlot.

Little did you know that you had an audience. Dark eyes followed your trek down the road from the loading dock behind you.

Broken wood pallets, a rusted up old mercury with bullet holes along the side, some old crates,a busted up head board, ruined tires, and tin sheeting lay rotting in the grass.

Nearer the chain link fence, lay the final resting place for the few men who managed to stay on good terms with Negan until their last moments. Crude wooden headstones marked with spray paint stuck out in a bad attempt of making a row.

You slowed down as you reached the end of the pavement and waded into the living green sea of grass hoping not to encounter any snakes.The damp blades were staining the skirt of your dress, but it’d be worth the scolding.

A long jagged claw snagged at your dress. You cursed as you pulled it loose and to your relief found it was a foot and a half of wood that likely came off of one of the pallets.You tossed it aside. Now you’d gone and torn the thing, he would be extra pissed.

He was following you, keeping far enough away not to draw attention. That idiot, Joey had let you loose. Flannel shirt or not you were ruining your dress, you had taken off your bracelet and gotten your hands on a pair of shoes and that triple fucking pissed him off.

He imagined you attempting to clamber over the high fence again, face full of determination fueled by spite. After all, your last attempt made it clear you didn’t give a shit about your own well-being anymore. He cursed under his breath. God help you if you were stupid enough to pull a stunt like that. Yet he knew, Negan knew from the first second your eyes met his that he was going to keep you with him till the day he died. After three years and fifteen failed escape attempts, Negan had come to the conclusion that he had to do everything in his power to make you want to stay.

Despite the show and the accusations he had made, alternately burning and bashing some person or another, everytime you fucked up, Negan went easy on you. The second he’d laid eyes on you, he’d chucked his personal rule book out the fucking window. He was afraid that this made him look soft and that burned his pride like nothing else could.

However, women with your body type had always been his preference and God knew, a figure like yours was a rare find these days. He wanted to fuck you, he wanted to fuck you so damn badly. Charming women had always come easy to him, but you weren’t easily charmed. He found himself smiling a little at the memory of your first meeting.

Long hair pulled back into a braid, a lovely face, enough cleavage showing to catch his eye. Your faded jeans had holes in the thighs and your face was flushed from your attempt to out run The Saviors.

You looked so darn pretty kneeling before him. You’d had the audacity to meet his gaze. It pissed him off and turned him on in equal measure. Your eyes captivated him. They were burning with resentment, but no tears. You didn’t cry, didn’t beg, and didn’t flinch at the sight of Lucille. Not even after he’d dirtied her up a bit. Near the end of his speech , some traitorous switch inside him had flipped.

“Darlin’, You have got a look in your eyes that says you haven’t been fucked right in years.”He drawled smiling his slick easy smile.”Why don’t you come on home with me, I’ll show you how good it can be with a real man.”

“You expect me to believe that a bean pole like you can handle curves like mine? Honey, I would eat you alive.”

He laughed low and long.The genuine mirth startled everyone,but you.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.I just want to love you right.”

“Well, I am sorry, Mister Real Man, but your pick up lines are bad jokes at best and that mouth of yours...” You shook your head in disapproval. “So dirty.”

You were meant to be his. No doubt about it.

“Mmm, there are plenty of good things i can do with this dirty mouth and you are curious to find out, I can tell.”

Negan’s big strong hand fisted into the collar of your jacket pulling you toward him. You stumbled quickly onto your feet to keep from being dragged. Before you could catch your balance, his lips were on yours.

Unlike Negan’s bat and savior show the heated kiss he gave you impressed you. He was warm and firm and God he smelled good. He nipped at your lower lip and turned back to what was left of your group.

“We are gonna do just fine, Darlin. As for the rest of you sorry shits, i want you to bring me my stuff and then go out and get me something nice.”

His dark brown eyes gleamed down at you. “We’ll consider it a wedding present.”

Your exclamation was drowned out by the saviors’ hearty laughter as you were picked up and carried to his truck.

From the moment Negan made you a wife, you vowed that you would get away from him even if you died trying. After three years and fifteen failed escape attempts, you had come to the conclusion that making him unhappy was the only way out of the wives club.

You rummaged through the crates and found quite a few empty glass bottles. They would do. You put them all in the same crate and carried it with you as you counted your steps. You waited until you were at least two yards away to throw the first one.

Thunk

What in the hell? He frowned wading into the tall weeds and grass.

“Well i’ll be damned.” You murmurred to yourself as you bent to pick up another bottle.

You glared at the mercury, closed your fist around the neck of the bottle, and swung. It grazed the roof, but landed on the other side of the car.

“Have you lost your freaking mind?”

Your shoulders tensed at the familiar smooth baritone of your husband’s voice. You stood there clenching your teeth, frustrated with the intrusion.

You schooled your features for the man in charge and turned to face him.

“Hey there, Sugar. What are you doin’ out here?”

Negan came to stand before you, but

he didn’t ask the questions you had expected him to ask. Perhaps, Where in the hell did you get shoes? Or How in the hell did you manage to escape a locked room with a savior standing watch? Maybe. Instead, Negan swallowed his anger and made himself the very picture of patience.

“I could ask you the same question, Sweetheart.” He replied.

You stared at him, curiosity battling the wrath within you.

“Well?” Negan prompted after a minute or two of your silence.

Your thoughts raced What the fuck?! Why was he being nice?! He should be letting you have it right now! He should be cussing up a storm! He should -

“Just... keepin’ busy.”

“In the junkyard? Playing with glass? That’s a hell of a thing for a Queen to do.” He murmured, trying to reign in his rage.”You could have hurt yourself.”

You were disgusted by how genuinely concerned he sounded. For weeks now, you had been working on him, from picking fights, to ruining belongings, to giving him the cold shoulder. Until finally you’d been able to break out again. You wanted him good and mad and he was not cooperating.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Actually, I haven’t been here long.I walked the whole Sanctuary first then ended up here.”You shrugged and made to pick up another bottle.”not much to do. Anyway, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Who do you think you are?”

Oh thank God.

You should have known his anger couldn’t stay contained for long.

“Excuse me?” You snapped, knowingly pressing one of his many buttons.

“I said,” he growled pulling you toward him by the front of the collared flannel shirt, “Just who, in the fuck, do you think you are?” His dark eyes glowered down at you.

“Y/F/N Fucking Y/L/N.” You declared fiercely and kicked him.

The shock on his face quickly escalated to fury. Familiar though the expression was, Negan had never turned it on you.

Adrenaline spurred you into action. You yanked out of his grasp and tore through the field.You didn’t dare look behind you as you pushed yourself to run. All too soon, You reached the chainlink fence. Your gaze strayed up to the newly replaced rings of wire on top. The sight made the scars on your thighs ache with remembered pain.Your weight had pushed those sharp blades so deep into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.You never knew anything could hurt so much. Oh but who had you been kidding. With that dumb ass plan you hadn’t had a snowball’s chance in hell.

“That is enough!” Negan growled, “Don’t you think you pushed your luck enough for one day?” He wrapped his arm around your middle and heaved you backwards. You elbowed him in the side.He made a pained noise, but held on tighter. You used your weight to buck away from him, but he held on tightly and took you down onto the damp ground with him. You yelped in surprise and tried to roll off of him, but he held you in place.

“Don’t.Fucking.Move.” He panted, his arms locked around your tummy. You lay there, catching your breath, feeling Negan’s chest raise and fall as he did the same.

When your breath came more easily, you rolled onto your side away from him.

“Don’t you dare run.” He warned, sitting up, behind you. “We are going to sit here until we both calm down. Then we are gonna get up and I am going to take you back to where you belong. End of discussion. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

He let out an unmistakable sigh of relief.

You burst into tears.

He grasped your hand gently, and interlocked your fingers with his.

The frustration you had been feeling since he brought you here never went away. The days and months that passed didn’t make it easier to adjust, they only served to mock you. Time melted into a meaningless forever. You spent your days alone. When he cam back at night to sleep beside you. You wished you could spend your nights alone too. Every breath he took irritated you and those emotions had reached a height of intensity that overwhelmed you. There was nothing you could say that would make him understand. Even if Negan was capable and willing to listen. You made a sound of derision at the thought.

Neither one of you spoke as you rose from the grass. Still holding onto your hand, He led you out of the field and back onto the gravel.

Now where in the hell did you get those old boots?”

“I stole them.” You decided you liked the crunchy sound they made against the gravel.

“Why?”

You laughed dryly.

“So that i wouldn’t burn my feet.”

“That’s not what i’m asking.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

He put on an earnest expression as if to encourage you to explain.

“You go wherever you want.You interact with people all day. I am caged up in that stupid freaking dollhouse you call a home and i am always always alone.”

“Y/n, i have been coming to see you nearly every night since you got here. You don’t speak to me unless i ask you a direct question and even then you give me the shortest possible answer.” He watched your face carefully as he spoke. What he was looking for, you didn’t know.

“And just what would you like to talk about? I don’t do anything or see anyone all day and you don’t tell me anything about what you do or who you see. From what you have told me, we don’t have anything in common.”

“Because you’ve tried so hard to get to know me?” He scoffed. “You are so good at pretending i don’t exist that sometimes i wonder if i am a fucking ghost.” He shook his head. “Don’t you remember how it was when you got here? I tried, to let you have a little freedom. You had all day to make friends with the other girls. But you decided to abuse that freedom time and time again. You left me no choice, but to punish you.” He grimaced in distaste.

“I hate it here.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m not being dramatic. I mean, i spent a good part of the day around here and it’s almost as depressing as being locked in that room all day.”

“Oh? Well i am sorry, that I didn’t get you a nice big colonial on the best side of town, Princess! I guess I just didn’t realize, that a wrap around porch and a garden were more important to our damn survival than, heat, water, and electricity. Jesus y/n” There was a hint of defensiveness cutting through his sarcasm.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

He raised one dark eyebrow, his lips parting with the intent to say something biting. You beat him to it.

“Sincerely, Fuck You. You would rather make fun than listen to what i am trying to tell you. That is why i would rather ignore you than get to know you.”

His expression sobered as a man you didn’t recognize at first came toward you.

“We’re about finished unloading, boss.”

Negan stared at you, hard. You looked at the gravel.

“Boss?”

“Simon, I need you to take this,” He put his hand on your shoulder, “back to my room. I doubt if Fat Joey even realized she’s missing.”

“I’ll deal with him.” Simon promised, cocking an eyebrow at your disheveled state.

Negan gave you a gentle push in his direction. You watched as he walked away without so much as glancing back at you. The swagger in his step was getting on your last nerve.

“The way you look at him is downright pervy.”

You raised your eyebrows at this observation. “What?”

“You want him.” Simon said simply.

Your sharp intake of breath made Simon smile.

You made it as far as the main building’s stairway before He spoke again.

“Take ‘em off.” He ordered.

“Wha-“

“Take the fucking shoes off.”

You did as you were bid, then followed him up the stairs and down the long corridor.

“You’re wrong, you know? I don’t want him.”

“Mhmm” He didn’t believe you.

You sighed.

Simon led you through what felt like a maze until you saw a door you recognized.

The wives would be staring daggers at you when they find out how pissed he was. You felt warm embarrassment coloring your cheeks, but held your head high just the same.

Simon pulled the door opened and there was a collective gasp.

“Hello Ladies, long time no see.” He called semi-cordially and continued on to the bedroom’s double doors currently flanked by the guard you had eluded.

“Care to explain this to me?” He asked putting you front and center.

“I didn’t...I don’t... know how she got out.”

Simon decked him mercilessly.

The man grabbed at his nose, moaning in pain.

“She gets away from you again, you’re getting promoted to (outer fence?) security. You dig?”

Joey nodded slowly.

Simon took a key out of his pants pocket and unlocked the door.

You expected him to close the door behind you, but he followed you into the room.

[zig-a-zow]

Gone, gone, gone [Jake/F!MC(Taylor)]

Notes: Hello there. Endless Summer is over and I'm dead inside :') I chose the third ending (sacrificing MC for the greater good), and I don't regret it at all. I thought it was the perfect, bittersweet ending for this amazing story. Still, I felt like I needed to write something about it, maybe using this to cope with all that I'm feeling right now. I hope you enjoy it. Last but not least, the song that inspired this one-shot is "Gone, gone, gone" by Phillip Phillips, click the lyrics to listen. Without further ado, let's begin.

You're my back bone, you're my cornerstone

You're my crutch when my legs stop moving

You're my headstart, you're my rugged heart

You're the pulse that I've always needed  

He had done everything he had always dreamed of.

He had survived the hell that La Huerta proved to be. He had returned to the States, something he once thought was completely impossible. He had found his long lost best friend Mike, and together they had proven Lundgren's crimes and made sure he would pay for them.

They were free men now.

Mike returned to his family as soon as it was possible. Seeing the happiness in all of their faces, hearing the countless teary-eyed "thank yous" they offered, filled his heart with immense joy.

He brought their boy back, just as he had promised.

Soon enough, he found his own family once again. He was just reaching the doorway when his mother had ran toward him and hugged him with bone-breaking strength, crying into his chest and making him stumble slightly.

"Jake!"

His sister joined in a few minutes later, and the three of them stayed there for a while, holding each other close, as if they feared they would be apart again.

When they finally let go of him, they led him inside the house, where the rest of his family was waiting. They had invited everyone they could reach. Aunts, uncles, cousins, even some people he honestly couldn't remember but that swore they were related to him somehow.

They had laughed and cried together, enjoyed a peaceful dinner and lots of stories from the years in which Jake hadn't been around. He learned that Uncle Joey had started his own company, Cousin Lauren was now living in the Antarctica for research, and that Aunt Alice had divorced and later married the woman of her dreams, whom he met alongside with his youngest cousin Callie.

By the end of the night, he was in serious need of a breather. He slipped out of his mother's house and collapsed in one of the rocking chairs placed in the backyard.

In the quietness of the night, all he could hear were the distant voices of his relatives inside the house, a few crickets around him, and soft steps approaching. He turned to see Rebecca taking a seat by his side, with a little smile.

"What's the matter, Jake? Can't take all that McKenzie loving all at once?"

She punched his arm lightly, playfully, and he couldn't help but grin at her, shaking his head.

"You know I'm not one for sappy family reunions. But this was... nice."

"Then why do you look like you've been hit by a train?"

Jake couldn't see himself at the moment, but he imagined what she meant. He had to see his reflection in the mirror everyday, and the image of a tired, broken man was the one that greeted him. He grimaced slightly.

He almost never spoke about what happened in La Huerta with anyone outside the group that survived with him. But Rebecca was the only person he could trust with his life. Aside from Mike and... her, of course.

So he decided to open up a bit. It was the least she deserved.

"You know, in all the time I've been on the run... I've met a lot of people. Good, bad... and best" he muttered, looking down to his hands as he spoke. "I've made friends and enemies alike. And met... her. The woman I love."

Like everytime he mentioned her, memories of her flooded his head without warning. The first time he saw her, the first time he heard her voice. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her embrace. Her radiant smile, her contagious laughter. Her.

Rebecca was watching him intently, listening in silence, as if she knew he wasn't done just yet. And she was right, as she used to be as far as he could remember.

"Taylor... she turned my life around, Becca, no kidding. She saw... good in me. When no one else did. She pushed me forward, helped me on my feet, she was... she is my reason to live."

"Jake, is she...?"

"Yes. She's... gone."

He absolutely refused to use the word "dead" when talking about her, and everyone in the little group of friends he had made in that goddamned island knew better than to use it whenever they saw each other.

He wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because "dead" was too definitive. And "gone", could imply that maybe someday, somehow, she would return.

And even though he knew that was never going to happen, he wasn't ready to let go of that small, illogical piece of hope. It was all he had.

A gentle hand placed on his shoulder made him look up again, only to see his sister's saddened expression.

"I'm really sorry. I wish I could've met her."

Jake chuckled softly.

"Oh, you would've loved her. It was literally impossible not to" he assured her, a wistful smile on his face as he looked up, to the twinkling stars above. "I like to think she's still out there. And wherever she is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's safe. And I hope she's waiting for me."

He could feel his eyes start to water, and fought back tears. Rebecca seemed to notice, because she pressed her hand on his shoulder once more before standing up, sighing deeply.

"Take all the time you need. I'll tell them not to bother you" she said before starting to head back inside, stopping for just a moment. "I missed you, Jake. I'm so happy you're with us again."

A genuine smile crept into his face, and he nodded solemnly.

"So am I. Now leave me alone, short stuff."

"Look who's talking!"

They shared a lighthearted laugh before she walked away, and he could hear the backdoor closing behind her.

Just then, he allowed himself to sigh and rest on his chair, his eyes once again fixed on the stars, before closing them. He let his mind drift to a different place, to a different time.

A time where Taylor never left his side. A time where their life together lasted more than a few weeks. A time where he was complete.

Someone laughed particularly loud inside the house, and brought him back to reality. There he was, in the backyard of his family's house, feeling warm tears run down his face.

Alone.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket in the most mechanic way, as if he had done that so many times he could do it on his sleep.

Without even looking, he found what he was looking for, closing his eyes again.

"Hey... it's Taylor... I hope you get this. And I hope you can forgive me for going on one last adventure alone."

Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you

And long after you're gone, gone, gone

I'll love you long after you're gone, gone... gone.  

[crzcorgi]

Birthday Surprise

This is for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge - My prompt was Negan’s Birthday (thank you Ash, for letting me participate! 😘)

and for Negan Smut Week! Sentence Prompt: “Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin?”

Negan x Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - Number 6′s nickname for Negan

Warnings - NSFW. Smut in the southern kiss form. Fingering, light spank. Language. Naughty aesthetic

1500 words - using the keep reading feature

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   I decided to surprise Negan with something a touch different. I wasn’t like the others, being “sexy” didn’t come easy to me. I know the girls laughed at my “innocence” I tried so hard to be more flirty, girly and exotic, but I just ended up feeling foolish.

 But I came up with a plan I think could work. I loved to cook and while supplies were definitely limited, I found the ingredients to bake a cake, a birthday cake more specifically. Negan’s birthday was today and I was so excited to be able to do this for him. No one was ever able, or was willing to try to surprise him. Maybe I could be the first?!

 I needed a way to get the wives kitchen to myself, so I came up with what I believed to be the perfect plan. No one would bother me, until I wanted a certain someone to. I told the wives and a few of Negan’s most trusted people that it was, in fact, his birthday and we should throw him a party. They jumped at it and put together a party fit for the king of the apocalypse. The only one in on my little plan was Simon. I asked him to send Negan up about 2 hours into the party. I was feeling so sneaky!

 “Y/N, are you coming? The party is starting!” Frankie yelled to me.

 “Uh…cough…I’m feeling a bit…cough cough…sick. Tell Negan I’m sorry…cough”

 “Okay, feel better!”

 I told her thanks, peeking out of my bedroom to see if the rest of them had left yet.    

 “Hello? Anybody here?” No answer.  Yes! On to my plan.

 I quickly changed, then hurried into the kitchen to begin baking. I had hid all the ingredients, not sure why as I was the only wife that stepped foot in the kitchen. I placed everything out on the counter and began.

 While the cake was baking, I began making a frosting from the odds and ends I found. It might not be the best, but it would have to do.

 When the timer went off, I carefully took the cake out and gasped, it looked perfect! Yes! I knew it had to cool a bit, but I was so anxious so I put it in front of the fan, hoping that would hasten the cooling process some.

 I went to my room, looking for the one small gift I had gotten Negan, bringing it back to the kitchen. I also grabbed a candle to light. No, it wasn’t a tiny birthday cake candle, but a candle’s a candle, right?

 I touched the cake and said to hell with it, removing it from the pan. It seemed cool enough so I began frosting it with my makeshift frosting, standing back to admire my artwork.

 “My, my, my! Hey good lookin’ whatcha got cookin’?”

 “Oh my god, Negan! You scared the shit out of me!” I was clasping my chest, trying to catch my breath.

 “Look at you doll, thought you were sick, but hmmm, dressed like this, baking a cake. If I didn’t fucking know any better, I would think you were doing all this for somebody’s birthday. Hmm, what do you say baby girl? Is that what this is?”

 He walked over to me, towering over me. He put his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look up into his mesmerizing dark eyes.

 “Maybe it is for someone’s birthday. But who’s birthday is it?” I asked him, being coy.

 “Are you teasing me doll?” He moved his face even closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath, smell the whiskey he had just drank and I couldn’t stop staring at those plump red lips.

 “Am I? I didn’t realize I was. Does that make me a bad girl?” I didn’t look away from him, just giving him a small smirk.

 “Not bad, just naughty.” He let go of my face, turning to sit down in one of the chairs. “Show me your outfit doll, I like it very much.” The way he said it sent shivers all over my body.

 I turned around, showing him what I was wearing.

 “Is this for the birthday boy?” He winked at me, licking his lower lip.

 “Yes sir, all for just him. Rumor is, I’m kinda fond of him.”

 “Should I be jealous?” He took my hands, pulling me over closer.

 “I don’t think so, I mean, you have all of those wives.” I quickly glanced down at him, his eyes so dark now. I looked away quickly, trying to act uninterested.

 “Right now I’m only concerned with one of them, and she’s being a bit bratty right now.”

 I took my hands out of his, walking over to a cabinet to grab a couple of plates.

 I began to turn around to ask him if he wanted a piece of cake when I was pushed against the counter.

 “Do you think you should be punished? Or should I just open my gift?” His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing then lightly slapping it. I gasped, never having experienced anything like that.

 I could hardly speak. “Uh…open your…gift, I guess.” His hand had found its way between my legs, slowly moving between my now very damp folds. I couldn’t stop the moans that came forth.

 He began whispering in my ear. “When they told me you weren’t feeling good, I was fucking concerned doll. That’s why I came right up here.” His fingers entered my waiting cunt, in and out, in and out. “Don’t worry, I told Simon to keep everyone downstairs. And Fat Joseph’s in the hall. No one will interrupt us.”

 He kept two fingers inside me, rubbing me just right, in that oh so sensitive rough spot. Another finger began circling my now swollen nub. “Oh god…Negan…I’m…I’m.”

 “Come for me baby, fuck my fingers. Let me hear you scream.” He snarled,

 I started shaking, shivering, my high almost achieved. Negan suddenly dropping to his knees, his face shoved between my legs.

 Just as I felt his warm wet tongue enter me, I came, hard, fast, shocking my whole system. “Ne…OH…OH…NEEEE!” I couldn’t see, black and white flashing dots blinding me. Negan held me up, as I am sure I would have collapsed. As I came around, I realized I was feeling a strange, different sensation.

 “Hooooly Shit doll! That is a NEW. one. for. you!”

 “Huh…what is Ne?” I was confused until I glanced down at Negan’s face. His signature smirk showing, but that’s not what made me gasp. His face was drenched.

 “Uh…Ne, uh…”

 “Oh baby!” He crawled out from between my legs, standing up. I turned around, careful not to fall as I was still wobbly. He leaned over me, grabbing a towel to wipe his face off, his smile growing wider.

He sat back in the chair. “Come here doll.” He patted his lap.

 When I started walking I realized just how wet I was.

 “Ne, I’m not sure what exactly happened there. I’m so embarrassed, and so so sorry.” I would was horrified, what did I do?!

 Negan began laughing. “Oh darling, you are just so damn adorable!”

 “I really fail to see how peeing on your face is adorable, but thank you for that. And for laughing at me.” I began to feel the tears falling. “This was supposed to be a wonderful birthday surprise for you and I dressed special for you and I wanted to look, and feel, sexy for once not like the dumb little girl I really am. And now look, I screwed up once again. Why do you keep me around Ne? I’m not strong and confident like Sherry? Or pretty and sexy like Amber? Or have a great body like Tasha? I was really crying now. I wanted a big hole to swallow me up.

 “Y/N, first off, sit the fuck down.” He patted his lap again. I noticed he placed a towel on it. I smirked. As I sat down, he placed both arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “Baby, you didn’t piss on me. I wasn’t laughing at you, or the fact that you squirted on me. I just love your innocence. I’ve never been with such a sweet, loving innocent woman before. It makes me so hard everytime.”

   Squirted, okay, I had heard about it, but never thought it was truly a thing. “OK, so it wasn’t a bad thing? You’re okay with it?”

  “It most certainly is not bad, and I fucking love it, doll! And I’m honored that I was your fucking first time. Woohoo! Now, to get you there everytime baby girl!”

 “I guess maybe your birthday isn’t a bust after all.” I shrugged.

 “I know how to make it even better sweetheart.” He started kissing up my neck, his tongue darting into my ear, causing me to giggle.

 “Ne, are you trying to kill me?”

 “Nope, I’m not done with you yet. Hold on tight, doll!”

  I put my arms around his neck as he stood up. He carried me into the living area, grabbing a blanket off one of the couches. He threw it over me asking, “you all covered now baby? Don’t want Fat Joey getting a fucking free show.”

  “I’m all set, Ne. But where are we heading?”

 “Where else sweet one? My room, my true birthday party has just fucking begun!”

I had a feeling I would be losing more of my innocence tonight.

[the-hellion-studio]

oof ouch

Words: ~1000

Joey has a migraine and it’s hell. Thankfully Henry is here to save the day.

Why was everything so loud of all the sudden ? Alcohol probably wasn't helping to make Joey's everlasting migraine fade away. He just needed some coffee, but everyone decided to get some at the same time as him. He stared blankly at the floor, barely breathing, the sound of his throbbing brain already being too much mixed with the various voices of his coworkers all around him. One second later he gave up on his mission, fleeing the crowded room to hide himself. The corridor was way too bright. It was like the light was screaming at him. He closed his eyes, feeling his way up the stairs slowly. He was used to it, but it was always a nightmare. The stairs creaked next to him, and a familiar whisper rose through the orchestra of horrors resonating in Joey's head.

"Let me help, Joey."

Henry was here and was going to save him. The second he saw his friend he knew what was going on. Joey reluctantly gave him his hand, but it was probably less worse than that terrible wall that gave him the urge to scream and cry everytime he laid his fingers against it. Henry was kind with him anyways. Instead of his hand he grabbed Joey's shirt cuff, gently guiding him up the stairs.

"Can you speak still?"

Joey nodded. He sure as hell couldn't but didn't want to make Henry worry more. After a bit of struggling they arrived in Joey's office, where Henry turned off all sources of light and made Joey settle down on the armchair sitting in a corner of the room. That was where he took naps when his body forced him to. It wasn't as good as his armchair at home, but it still was one he liked. He slightly opened his eyes, the dark room already improving his state. Henry was just in front of him, his eyes reflecting the little light there was. He looked terribly worried and that made Joey mad, deep inside.

"You didn't take your meds today, didn't you?"

Joey pushed him away, growling. Henry took a few steps back and laid against Joey's desk.

"Don't worry. It's not a big deal."

Of course it was. But Henry didn't want to argue with him right now.

"I'm gonna get you some water, love. It might help you."

He left with a few quiet steps, slipping through the door like a shadow. Joey really just wanted whisky right now, but if Henry said water, water it shall be. He curled up in his seat, grumbling in his beard. It reminded him of that damned dwarf that gave him the nickname of Grumpy at work earlier this year, and that made him even more angry. He crossed his arms, bringing his knees to his chest. Today was truly terrible. He couldn't allow himself to cry, but the idea of it came through his mind. But his head hurt too much already, and it wouldn't help in any way to cry right now. Waiting for his savior to come back felt like an eternity. Luckily it took just a few minutes. Henry bent over in front of Joey, giving him the glass of water he brought him.

"Here." He whispered.

Joey nodded as a 'thank you' and weakly grabbed the glass, staring at the liquid inside. His hands felt numb and distant. He tapped on the glass for a bit, preparing himself at the idea of drinking. He didn't really want to, but it was for Henry. He drank quickly, not thinking about it too much, and put the empty glass aside. It didn't help, but Henry felt useful so it was worth it. He was smiling at Joey, wordlessly asking for a bit of room for him on the armchair. Joey didn't feel like doing so, and just ignored it. Not here. He still gave him his hand, even if he knew it could become too much to tolerate. Henry just sat down on the floor, laying his head on the armrest. He carefully put Joey's hand on his, stroking it with the other.

"Your hand is cold."

"Mh."

Joey didn't really care. His head hurt too much. Plus his hands were always cold. He put his free hand in Henry's black curls, looking for a pretty lock to play with. Henry smiled, looking up at Joey. Joey wanted to tell him he loved him, but his body couldn't make words yet. Instead he traced a little heart on Henry's palm.

"I love you too." He replied, his eyes sparkling.

Joey tried to smile, but it was never really convincing. He looked in the distance, waiting for the pain to at least fade a little. He was wrapping one of Henry's curls around his finger, trying to resist the urge to pull his hair off. He knew Henry didn't mind but he didn't like when he did that. It's just not something you do. They both enjoyed the silence for a while, drawing hearts on the other's skin every now and then. Joey's migraine didn't seem to want to leave, but it got more tolerable with time. Henry was almost falling asleep. That reminded Joey of why he always handed work late. Henry was almost never working on his stuff. Joey didn't mind, that gave him things to do at night when he couldn't sleep or when Henry wasn't spending the night with him. It was often his fault anyways. He didn't know how to tell him how grateful he was. He closed his eyes, focusing on Henry's presence. He loved him. He sighed, grabbing a handful of Henry's hair. He noticed his friend had fallen asleep. He anxiously looked up at the door. He heard footsteps. He shook Henry's shoulder to wake him up.

"Henry."

Henry rose his head, looking at Joey with sleepy eyes.

"Oh my!"

He stood up, exiting Joey's reach.

"Sorry. I'm a bit tired."

He looked around, then smiled.

"I should go."

He bent over Joey, giving him a small kiss on the lips before walking to the door. Joey grumbled.

"I'll come back in a bit to check on you."

The redhead nodded. Henry gave him a warm smile, his eyes shining.

"I love you." He whispered, right before leaving Joey's office.

"I love you too."