#but i love a scruffy sad apocalypse man

[shadowglens]

new pookie dropped for days gone!

ryan oakley

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faceclaim is garrett hedlund in his scruffy, long-haired era.

former forester who spent a lot of time in the wilderness and national parks. has a degree in ecology and forestry. was the first person in his family to ever graduate high school, let alone get a degree.

grew up hunting with his father before he lost himself in his drinks. in the aftermath of his father's death, and with his mother having disappeared to the east coast in her grief, ryan took custody of his much-younger sister, hayden. the added responbility and implosion of their family weighed heavily on ryan but he did his best to provide for hayden.

was engaged a year prior to the outbreak but discovered his fiance had been cheating on him with his best friend, and cut ties with them both. he still has the rings they'd picked out for the wedding.

is riddled with trust issues, a bad temper, and a deep resignation with his lot in life. these only get worse after the world goes to hell. also would smoke almost a pack a day if he had access to that many cigarettes.

is skilled with a gun, particularly long range rifles, as well as axes.

he and hayden both survive the initial outbreak, but i think they get separated at some point. stuck in his grief and anger and survivors guilt, ryan loses all faith in humanity and eventually falls in with a marauder group. given his skills, he becomes their sniper, and works with the group leader to orchestrate ambushes and set up new camps as they move around oregon.

won’t hesitate do what it takes to survive in the shit, including killing people and freaks alike, even if it does weigh on his conscience. there are some lines he still won’t cross though.

very much the vibe of “lone wolf who is secretly a pack animal”.

[ravenrose18]

My Personal Savior

Chapter 8- Childhood Best Friend

Meanwhile, the man finally opened the door of the Ford truck and climbed out, walking away to do as he was told. He was blonde with a long, pale face and a scruffy mustache. The entire left side of his face was scarred over from some type of burn. Not only that, he was wearing a vest with angel wings stitched on the back, the same piece of clothing he stole from Daryl.

Raven looks at him and listens to their conversations she looks confused she gets in the truck and then she sees the man with the scarred face she frowns wondering how he got that scar she glances at Negan she has so many questions like why he would have prisoners, what he does to those prisoners and why would he need to bring him. She doesn't know how much being a leader at change Negan but she can tell he's not himself being a leader she is a little afraid if he acts like the leader of the Saviors towards her and threatens her. But he's the only person she can trust, and he's the only person she knows from before the apocalypse.

Negan closed the door behind her, before walking around the front and climbing up into the driver's side and taking a seat. He shut the door behind him, turning his attention to his side mirror, waiting for Dwight to do as he said.

Eventually, Dwight and the prisoner walked into view, Dwight being behind the man and aiming a crossbow on his upper back, just in case he tried anything. The prisoner's rugged face was looking at the ground, a few strands of his medium-length black hair hanging down like the branches of a willow. Stubble covered his chin and above his upper lip. He was wearing an off-white sweatshirt with a giant, orange 'A' spray-painted on the front and back of it, and some worn light-colored jeans that hardly held any hue of blue now. The prisoner was loaded up into one of the trucks before Dwight too returned to his vehicle. Once he climbed back in, the engines of the vehicles began to roar with life and pretty soon, one by one they drove out of the open gates, beginning the journey to Alexandria.

Raven looked out the window and looked at the prisoner something bout him seemed familiar when Negan mentioned an angel wing vest and saw Dwight wearing it something inside her felt sad she frowned and looked down as they drove down the road heading to Alexandria she stayed quiet during the drive there she started dozing off to sleep she didn't realize she was dozing off at all actually. In her sleep: she saw nothing but fire and destruction. She saw Negan laughing evilly with Lucille in his hand which was covered in blood. She looked in shock. Negan looks down at her with blood-red eyes as she gasps in shock she gets up and runs, and she tries to get away as he lifts his bat, ready to strike her in the head.

Negan continued driving, his fingers softly tapping on the steering wheel in rhythm with 'Run to the Hills' by Iron Maiden as it played on the radio via a disc. He hummed gently along with the music, eventually deciding to take a glance over to her. A small grin formed on his lips upon realizing she was asleep. Here he had been worried about her lack of sleep, but it seemed she was already taking care of that. A couple of seconds later, Negan reached over to the radio, placing his index and thumb upon the volume knob, before turning the music down. He didn't want the loud music to cause her to wake up again, silently hoping for her to get as much rest as possible.

Raven jumps awake breathing heavily looks around her leans her head against the headrest and groans in frustration. She remembered where she was and who she was with she knew her nightmare was just a nightmare but she didn't know if Negan would ever hurt her or anything she looked out the window after glancing over at Negan she wanted to question Negan bout who the prisoner was since he seemed so familiar she never told Negan bout her childhood best friend she only talked bout her abused she got from her parents. She hated that she left her best friend behind but his brother was always dragging him everywhere so she thought he wouldn't care if she left suddenly.

Negan flinched a little when she jumped, but luckily he kept the truck steady and didn't swerve, despite being startled. "Shit." He muttered, before sighing. "I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked, taking a glance over at her before putting his attention back onto the road. Upon hearing her heavy breathing, he stretched his right arm over, placing his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. It wasn't exactly like he could hug her at that moment so he had to do the next best thing. Negan wasn't the slightest bit aware of what her nightmares were of or her past. He was hoping that she'd tell him such on the way as she had said she would. Though, for right now, that wasn't his worry. His worry was if he had been the cause of her loss of sleep.

Raven takes a deep breath looks at him and shakes her head "No no you didn't. It was a nightmare. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Look, Negan, I know you are the leader of this group, and you run things the way you do, but I'm afraid you will act like the leader and use fear towards me. And why do you have that prisoner? What did he do?" She asks, wondering why he has this prisoner and what he did. She wasn't going to mention or say anything bout knowing him just yet not until she knew his name and saw his face clearly without his hair in his face. She wanted to be sure if it was her childhood best friend Daryl, and she would be pissed if it was Daryl and have a good firm talk to Negan about it.

Negan sat in silence for a couple of moments, his brows raised as she once more bombarded him with questions. "Well, Miss Jeopardy, you can rest assured that I'm no threat to you. As long as you don't start shit with me, then we're fine.." He didn't want to hurt her at all, but if he had to scare her to keep the others from trying to stand up, then he would. Though, despite how much he could yell and threaten, he'd never be able to bring himself to kill her. He doubted that he could kill her if she ever turned, as well. Eventually, he spoke again as he began to answer her other set of questions, "And the prisoner. Well, that's one of Rick's guys. His right-hand man. That bastard helped them kill all those people, so it's only fair that we take some of his in return, right?"

Raven looks at him and crosses her arms not believing that he wouldn't hurt her especially with his group trying to make sure she doesn't do shit to make him pissed also with the prisoner she knows he wouldn't return this guy's because of this group and this leader name Rick. "I don't believe you on you being a threat to me Negan especially knowing you're treated with any special treatment around your group. And who is he? What's his name?" She asks she doesn't care if she misses Negan but she can't help but look at the man and sees her best friend with Negan and her being close before she felt like she was going to get hurt by him because of how much he has changed and how he could kill her and be a walker on the fence for pissing him off and disrespecting him even though she trying not to.

Negan took a glance over, taking note of her crossed arms. He didn't enjoy the idea of her being afraid of him, but if it meant her safety and the safety of his group, then he'd just have to deal with it. Soon, he put his attention back on the road, not wanting to be the cause of a crash. As she spoke, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel once more, struggling to think back on what the prisoner's name was. "Larry? No, it had an 'l' at the last bit, weird name too.. One second." He moved his hand off of her shoulder, reaching over to the walkie-talkie clipped upon his belt. He struggled a little to get it unclipped before eventually bringing it to his mouth to speak. "Does anyone care to remind me the name of our dear prisoner?" He spoke into it.

Soon, Simon's voice sounded through the walkie-talkie, "His name's Daryl. Daryl Dixon. Why do you ask, boss?" Negan once more pressed down the lever on the side, before he spoke into it. "Just wanted a refresher." He explained, releasing the lever and placing the walkie upon the console that was in between the two of them. "Well, you heard the man. His name's Daryl."

Raven gasps softly as she hears that name she tears up and she glances down at the crossbow she has that was given to her by Daryl. She knew it was Daryl she just didn't believe it at first she closed her eyes covered her mouth and looked down. "Oh my god...." she says softly to herself she hasn't seen Daryl since she ran away from home. She kept him in her memories thinking she never see him again he was like an older brother to her. She couldn't believe he was alive while she was alone; she was either trying to find Negan or Daryl.

Negan was a little curious as to why she seemed so desperate to know. Of course, he just chalked it up to her trying to get caught up with everything that had been going on. He knew that if he were in her shoes, he'd be that way. So, who was he to blame if she wanted a few extra details to better understand? After a couple of minutes, he glanced over at her, curious as to why she had grown so quiet. Although he didn't get a very good look, he could still tell something had her distraught. "Everything alright over there?"

Raven clears her throat wipes her tears and looks away from him, looking out the window "Yeah I'm fine, Negan, how much further until we get there?" She asks as she keeps looking out the window she doesn't know what she going to do when she sees Daryl if she going to be able to control herself from crying and not running up and hugging him, when they were growing up he didn't like being touched because of him being abused but he allowed her to hug him and touch him especially when she needed him for comfort when she was abused. They even had their hideout growing up to get away from their house and parents.

Negan leaned his head back a little, a sigh escaping his lips. After years of being the leader of the Saviors, he had become rather experienced when it came to sniffing out liars. Sure, he still made mistakes sometimes, but they were growing fewer and fewer. Of course, that was probably because he killed the liars. And this time, he had a strong suspicion that he was correct and it hurt knowing it was coming from someone he cared about. "Close to an hour. Raven, I know you're keeping some kind of dirty little secret over there. Care to share it with me?"

Raven glances over at him and shakes her head "No why would I keep secrets from you, Negan? What are you going to do if I do have a secret or two hidden from you? Some things need to stay hidden. Sometimes, I can tell you how I killed my parents, though, since I wanted to tell you that on the drive over to Alexandria if you still wanted to hear it." She says as she quickly tries to change the subject to her secret of knowing Daryl away from him she had no idea how he was going to feel if he found out Daryl is her childhood best friend and kept it from him since they know each other. She knows Negan is going to hate her, and Daryl is going to hate her for leaving without saying goodbye. Once he finds out how she feels bout Negan as well she doesn't know Negan like Daryl and his group knows him.

Negan stayed silent for a few moments. Sure, he wanted to respect her privacy, but he still felt like something was up. Ever since the moment that she brought up the prisoner, she had been acting off. An idea began creeping into his mind, but he wasn't sure if that was the case or not. He hoped that it wasn't, because that would cause some pretty big morality issues that he didn't have the energy to deal with today. "I do want to hear it, but first, I want to ask a couple more questions. I mean, we got the time to spare, so why not? ... You started getting awful fidgety ever since that prisoner was brought up. Care to explain why?"

Raven frowns closes her eyes looks at him and sighs "Umm.... well you see... I know the prisoner I swear to you I haven't seen him since before the apocalypse even before meeting you. I swear." She says being careful about explaining who Daryl is she doesn't want to give away too much unless he asks plus she doesn't know how he's going to react to him being her best friend from childhood but she needs to be aware they are in a car going down the road and she doesn't want to make Negan stop and they talk bout this now.

Negan's face grew sullen as a deep breath escaped his nostrils. His thoughts, which he had hoped were only worries, had just been proven true. Now, if things were to go south and he had to kill Daryl, then she'd probably never forgive him. Or, if he were threatening to kill Daryl, she might beg and plead for his life which would not only look bad on him and his Saviors but could give Rick's group a spark of hope in rebellion. Whatever happened, he knew this was only going to end badly, but he might as well meet it head-on as he did with all of his obstacles. "Well, shit. This just complicates things, now doesn't it? If you met him before me, then how do you know him?"

Raven sighs closes her eyes looks at him and shakes her head "I don't know if want to tell you Negan. But just know I don't know Rick and his group it's only Daryl I know and I can see you have been hurting him trying to break him. What was your plan with him Negan tell me!" She needs to know what he is going to do with her best friend she missed Daryl so much she can't believe he's alive. She wants to hug Daryl and show him that she misses him. She felt guilty all these years for leaving him and never going back home. He probably thinks she's been dead this whole time.

Something changed about Negan's expression. Although he still had his eyes upon the road and his lips had formed into a frown, his face seemed to convey something sinister. He didn't want things to go south, but if they did, then he'd just have to deal with it. "I thought I told you not to raise your voice at me.." He reminded her, his voice gravely and laced with hostility. After a moment, he spoke up, his voice once more returning to his calm tone. "Well, you don't have to tell me. From that alone I can tell that you two were close or else you wouldn't be so tight-lipped. And I know you don't know them. It's a good thing too because they would have gotten you killed. Our boy, Morales, knew Rick. He could tell you stories that would make your hair stand on end. And the last one, we're only doing this because he refuses to listen. He jumps the gun and does what he wants to. The moment that he shows me that he can give good behavior and follow me, then we'll get him out of those sweats and into some leather. Until then, he has to prove himself."

Raven felt anger and shook her head as tears ran down her cheek she felt guilty that Daryl was going through this. "Stop the damn truck Negan! I don't give a shit bout me raising my voice at you! How dare you tell me what to do after everything we have been through Negan and you turned out like this... like a fucking asshole! I thought... I thought...." she says as she slams her hand on the dashboard she needs to tell him the truth she doesn't want Daryl to be hurt or killed she doesn't want to lose her best friend but she doesn't want to lose Negan either.

Negan sighed as she continued to raise her voice. He didn't want to scare her. It would break his heart just as much as it would break hers, but he felt like if he allowed it to keep going and she did so in front of others, then she'd get hurt anyway. They'd either gang up on her out of their loyalty to him or rebel and use her to torture Negan. Either way, it was better that he deal with it now. At least he'd never physically harm her. "I ain't stopping shit! The only thing I'm putting a damn stop to is this bullshit you've been trying to feed me! And newsflash, sweetheart, but the world has changed. You either adapt or you die. Hell, you should know that better than anybody.."

Raven glares at him and shakes her head. "Daryl is my childhood best friend. We grew up together. He was there for me when my parents abused me... I haven't seen him since I ran away from home but once all this shit happened I went back home and tried to find him but I couldn't he went but since I was already back where I lived my parents were still at home they were high and drunk not know what the hell happened to the world or me. So I killed them. I bashed their head in with a bat until there was nothing just... a pile of brains.... so yeah, I learned to adapt because my parents were my first kills, and I didn't bat an eye on killing again.... so yeah, I know better than anybody how to adapt.

After I killed them, I tried to find you, and you were gone too... I was alone, I thought bout, ending my life multiple times because I didn't have anybody... I felt guilty for leaving without a word when I left your house and when I ran away from home... even though I promised I stay by my best friend's side and that we run away together... so yes, I'm upset that you have my best friend in a cell treating him the way you do..." she says with tears running down her cheeks as she stares at him saying what she had to say then she puts on her hood on her jacket on and turns her back to him looking out the window.

Negan sat in silence the entire time, the anger blazing in his eyes slowly fading into regret and uncertainty as he listened. This new knowledge caused a slight tightening in his chest as if it were constricting him. Now, he had to find a better way to go about this without pissing off Raven as much. Of course, he still couldn't let the guy go. Daryl was too arrogant and tough to be thrown back out into the wild. He'd come back with an army of his own, whether it was Rick, someone else, or just a one-man army. Either way, he didn't want to face the consequences of his actions, especially not from a guy like Dixon.

A sigh escaped his lips as he continued to stare at the road ahead. A few minutes later, Negan took a glance over upon noticing her stirring around, realizing that she was now facing away from him. Once his eyes were back on the road, he reached his hand over to her, placing it upon her back in an attempt to comfort her. "I didn't know. But now that I do, once this is all over, I'll try to help him. Okay?"

Raven looks out the window feels his hand and closes her eyes "Please just tell me what all you have done to him. Please just let him go... he not going to break so easily he's been through worse I'm sure.... but Negan. Please let him go. he must not know I'm alive Please let me talk to him. I need to clear things up with him all this guilt I have hurts me and I still feel guilty about leaving you too even though I'm pissed at you right. Please Negan?" She asks while her back is still to him. She felt like she needed to stop whatever happening between the Saviors and Rick's group I have to stop this or everyone will kill each other.

Negan rubbed her back a little, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. When she questioned what he had done, he stayed silent. Negan wasn't sure if he should say or not. After all, he was trying to stay on her good side as much as his leadership role would allow him to. Eventually, he could bear the silence no longer and spoke up, "He's been locked in a dark cell. A song played over and over, day after day on a speaker with a tune so cheerful it's sickening. He's been allowed outside to clean guns and chain the walkers onto the fences, but sometimes, he gets a little.. antsy. When that happens, my boys do what they would with any other prisoner and beat him until he's had enough." He explained. Although his tone was steady, his eyes held a flicker of regret and empathy. Had he known that Daryl was probably one of the reasons his closest friend was still kicking, then maybe he would have been a little less harsh, but he couldn't go back now. When she pleaded for his release, Negan gave a deep sigh in return. "If I let him go, then he'll just come barreling right back through my gates. He and Rick will slaughter every single man, woman, and child in that building and have me strung up a tree with my guts or worse. Keeping him as a prisoner means keeping us all alive. The moment he's back out there, all hell breaks loose."

Raven glances over at him with tears streaming down her face and looks down "I can talk to him if you just let me talk to him maybe I can convince him to just stop all this to not start a war. Negan I don't want anyone to die especially you... I know you done some fucked up shit and even if you were in my relationship with Daryl you would've done what you did anyways. Please I'm begging you Negan just let me talk to him maybe if he sees I'm alive and not harmed because I'm with maybe he wouldn't do anything rash. I know this damn world is fucking shit even before the apocalypse it was shit but we can work together and not kill each other. Negan please if you cared bout me you let me try at least." She says turning completely towards him grabbing his arm crying and pleading for her to try to help or do something to stop whatever is going on between these groups.

Negan's heart ached as she cried and pleaded. It killed him seeing her so distraught like this, but he knew this situation all too well. The moment that Daryl gets free, then he and everyone in that Sanctuary of his is screwed. Even though he didn't know the group all that well, he didn't have to know every little detail to be able to sniff out such a realization. They reeked of slaughter. He would gladly swear that they had a list of sins far greater than his own. Although, if he wanted to avoid her hating him so much, then he might as well agree and let her see for herself. "Fine. When we get there after I've talked with Rick, you can chat your little heart away to Dixon, but I'm going to be standing right there. I know you knew him as a kid, but he's changed a lot since then. I mean, if I didn't know any better, I'd think he was a rabid dog on two legs. This is the only deal I'm gonna make about this, no modifications or buts, this is final. So, do we have a deal?"

Raven sits back and looks at him as she wipes her eyes smiles softly and nods softly and kisses his cheek gently. "Thank you Negan I'm sorry I'm being a bitch and making it harder for you to be the leader of the Saviors on doing this for me and with how you're trying to keep things safe and running the way you want but it just hurts me that my best friend has been alive and I just I need time with him and why would I not be allowed to be alone with him?" She asks wondering if he doesn't trust her or him but she knows how Daryl is she doesn't know how much he has changed but he has morals when it comes to life or death situations she just needs to convince him not to do anything.

Negan relaxed as her crying stopped, the pain easing. However, his relief was short-lived as doubt started to creep in. There was a big chance of Daryl lying and coming back for him anyway. He could see the burning hatred in Daryl's eyes, and although he'd never admit or show it, it scared Negan. Of course, no matter what the outcome was, he wasn't letting him out of his grasp. Although, he'd gladly accept Daryl into his ranks if he'd be willing to be loyal. After a moment, a soft chuckle escaped Negan's lips. "You have me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? But, if he does something and kills people, no amount of puppy eyes is going to stop me from doing what I have to. Okay?"

Raven looks at him sighs and shakes her head "I think I don't have you wrapped around my finger Negan if I did things would be different but I just wanted to try and help do something to change something at least. But I'll do as you say after I talk to Daryl and try to convince him to stop all of this. But it seems like what you did was bad, and you still haven't told me what you did to get back them for killing your men." She says softly, looking at him. She wants to do anything, even if that means putting herself in harm's way.

Negan took notice of how she didn't agree with what he asked, a sigh escaping his throat. If things were to go south, he wasn't sure where her loyalties would lie. She might even be on the fence, unable to choose a side or worse, a double agent. Eventually, he found his voice, deciding to respond to her question. "I never even knew of Alexandria until Rick swooped in and slaughtered all of those men. I hadn't done a single damn thing towards him, and he killed nearly fifty of my men. Most of them were stabbed in the head while asleep. They didn't even get a chance to defend themselves. That type of shit doesn't fly with me. Blocked the roads, swarmed him, and led him straight to me so we could have a little chat. I killed one of their men as compensation. Daryl jumped up and tried to fight me, and I took it that the message wasn't clear enough so I killed another. But two guys compared to their fifty, that's a damn good bargain."

Raven looks at him and puts her hand on his shoulder "I'm so sorry Negan look I'm not questioning how you run things and making sure your group stays alive and safe. I know Daryl as my friend but I don't know anybody from his group I'm by your side Negan okay? I just don't know if I can forgive you for having my best friend as a prisoner but nothing and no one will convince me to betray you or leave you. I care bout you and you were there for me when I needed you. And what they did was fucked up I do agree bout that, I just don't want things hidden from me especially if you think it will hurt me or think differently bout you which I wouldn't okay?" She says slowly putting her hand on his cheek and smiles softly and pulls her hand away.

Although his tense muscles weren't too obvious due to his bulky leather jacket, you could still tell he relaxed upon what she said. Even after all these years, he still believed every single word that came out of her mouth. She had always been honest with him in the past, and even though the world had changed so many people, he still felt that he could put his trust in her. When he felt her hand upon his cheek, he slightly leaned into it but kept his eyes on the road still. "It wasn't your doing, there's no need to be sorry.. and I'll try to keep that in mind, but if we're going to do 'no secrets,' then I expect you to hold yourself to that as well. Can't have this be some kind of hypocrisy thing."

Raven looks at him and smiles softly "Well I don't have any more secrets to share Negan I have nothing else to share. Just ask me anything and I'll answer honestly as always. But whatever is happening between you and this group don't hide anything don't spare the details either." She says as she looks at him smiling even though she has only one secret and it's her feelings for him that she's hiding from him and she can't tell him her feelings yet with him having multiple wives it seems like he's happy and satisfied with what he has. So she doesn't want to get in the way or not be good enough for him.

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[patrickswhore]

Daryl Dixon X Male reader

A/N: I like to fleet in and out of existence as I so please I’ve been spending a lot of time on work and my boyfriend so writing hasn’t been a top priority, also this is in an alternate universe where the apocalypse doesn’t happen. This is a short one tho

The sound of pouring rain hitting my car almost overpowered the radio and it’s soft tunes as (Y/N) drove in darkness. The roads were small and dimly lit as the familiar big trees surrounding him grew larger, this road was nothing new to him but it had been a while since he’d last driven on the broken asphalt.

A big glow could be seen at the end of the road and a lovely little gas station came into view. The young man drove over and stopped the car besides one of the pump. He got out and wrapped his jacket around him, the cold air a stark difference from the warm and cozy car. He looked into the gas station, a place he had spent most of his childhood with a soft smile as he walked inside.

The automatic doors opened and a small jingle played as he walked in, he looked to the counter but saw no one to his disappointment. He grabbed a couple of things and walked to the counter. He rung the counter Bell a few times hearing a mumbled groan as the door to the backroom swung open. A scruffy long haired man walked out, looking like someone who had just woken up.

“What do you want?”

He asked not even looking up.

“That’s no way to greet a costumer, Daryl”

With that the man looked up with a shocked face which quickly lightened as he ran over lifting the (smaller/taller) man up and spinning him around.

“I don’t fucking believe my eyes. (Y/N) fucking (L/N)”

After the quick moment of joy, Daryl prompted put the man down, taking a step back while clearing his throat.

“So how’ve you been? How’s city life treating you?”

“It’s been fine, I’ve missed you a lot, Daryl. How are you?”

“I’m.. okay, took over daddy’s shop when he passed, Merles back in prison, business is fine since this is the only gas station in town.. what are you doing back here? Thought you had left for good”

“I got bored, I missed my family, my old friends, you. I just wanted to get away for a bit and this was the only place I could think of going”

“Well I’m happy you came here” The two men smiled at each other softly. They had been friends since they were young kids. At their teenage years were where things had started getting problematic, (Y/N) had come to terms with his homosexuality, but young Daryl coming from the household he did had a very hard time accepting his best friend and even himself. The boys would sleep over at (Y/N)’s house most days of the week and they would be lying if they hadn’t explored each other in their later years, (Y/N) had been Daryl’s first kiss and everything. The men had an immense love for each other still to this day but when (Y/N) had left, Daryl had lost his way.

(Y/N) tapped the front of his shoes in a small puddle as the two men sat on the porch of the gas station, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the rain.

“You still dating Stacy?” (Y/N) asked, shifting his gaze from the dark Forrest to the man besides him.

“Nah, she was a bitch” he took a long drag of his cigarette.

“It was her who broke up with you, wasn’t it?”

“Might be”

“Why?”

“….. she felt like I wasn’t attracted enough to her.. and she wasn’t happy with our sex life”

“You couldn’t get it up?”

Daryl fell silent but (Y/N) had known this man long enough to know the answer.

“I couldn’t get it up, and when I finally could she felt like I wasn’t present, like my mind were somewhere else… and she was right”

This made (Y/N)‘s blood run cold through his body.

“You were thinking of me, weren’t you?”

Daryl looked at him with a deep sadness in his eyes, like he was looking at a prize he knew he could never win. He slowly leaned in giving (Y/N) the smallest of peak on the lips as he quickly pulled away, throwing his cigarette and standing up.

“It’s late, you should get home. Goodnight (Y/N)”

The man sat there shocked and slightly offended. He stood up walking after the man and grabbing his shirt by the collar as Daryl quickly took control and slammed him against the wall in a heated makeout.

The men had been desperate for each other’s touch for so long they almost couldn’t tear apart. The sliding doors opened as they pulled each other inside, locking the door behind them. They were finally in each other’s arms again.

[ineffably-in-love]

Good Omens Headcanons: Gabriel & Beelzebub

the tired bosses bonding over their employees being a pain in the ass

outside: lawful evil/lawful good

inside: both chaotic neutral

when they want to restart the Apocalypse, Gabriel arrives there first with his fabulous lightning, but he waits for Beelzebub before stepping up to the gang

ergo: just one more canon evidence that they’re 1) clearly already having some kind of relationship and 2) both drama queens and you’re in big fucking trouble now young man

the fucking looks on their faces as they walk, like ‘shit here we go again’

they’re clearly not afraid/restrained to share their feelings with each other, just look at their worried faces during their convo in ep6

why are they standing so close and why are they so intimate with each other answer me neil gaiman i want a spin off

Beelzebub being strong af and able to lift Gabriel without batting an eye is iconic already and I’d like to submit it to Fanon

enthusiastic Gabriel lifting her to snuggle because he’s a big dumb doggo

Beelzebub realizing that she does not care about her buzzing voice anymore when she’s with him

Gabriel having learned the f-word from her

I love people posting about them knowing each other in Heaven, but honestly them just meeting through horrible job experiences is so much more hysterical and relatable

them meeting on Earth to discuss and Complain™ is pretty much fanon by now and I live for it

I enjoy the idea of a Red Telephone kinda thing, but ‘there are no back channels’ so how do they know when to meet for complaining?

how about: angels radiate great love and other positive feelings, and an archangel’s radiation is so strong that Beelzebub could literally find him on the spot whenever Gabriel walks the Earth

e.g. Gabriel is running in the park when suddenly Earth opens and Beelzebub is like yo I had a super bad day and I need to Complain also you’re bloody beaming today turn it down

or, alternatively, Gabriel using a ouija board and it spelling out ‘U-S-E-A-P-H-O-N-E-D-U-M-B-A-S-S‘ (god i love this thank you op)

B teaching Gabe how to dance to Lasha Tumbai

Gabe making other angels suspicious by humming Friends on The Other Side from time to time

we all crave that reverse!AU don’t we? - sweet sweet angel!Beelzebub with short brown hair - but actually she’s just as savage as before - demon!Gabriel still rocking his purple aesthetics - bearded Jon Hamm!! black turtle neck!! scruffy gabriel - but demon!Gabriel is just another doggo... he’s big and dumb and doesn’t talk much - or au contraire: demon!Gabe being extremly slick and dangerously intelligent uuhhh... like a disney villain but rated r - angel!Beelzebub is a scout/actually Isabella from Phineas & Ferb

I know that red/blue pairs are out right now because of the pastel/goth aesthetics popularity, but we know that these two, at their hearts, are a classic red/blue pair

(hot take: the book versions of the Ineffable Husbands are red/blue as well)

Gabe constantly thinking of new nicknames, e.g. Beez, Buzz, Beelz, Lord B, and Beelzebub just rolling her eyes at them

Ineffable Bureaucracy is super valid and I Do See You, but please please consider: Gabe and Beelzebub as the ultimate mlm wlw solidarity duo

exchanging styling tips

exchanging bad coping mechanisms

post-Armaggeddon’t discussions about what the fuck happened

both of them threatening people to call the other one if they’re pissed omg

‘say that again and I’ll call the hell wife!!!’ vs. ‘do you want me to call the archangel you little shit yeah i mean the big dumb one who does as i say hmm do you want that’

the crack is strong with these two, but please consider angst: - both struggling with their identity as the leaders of their fractions because of their comforting relationship with the enemy - Gabriel and some fucked up flower thing god I love this song - Beelzebub gifting him flowers because she knows he loves flowers - but it’s sad because they’re spreading some virus onto his white lilies - angsty aesthetics: long scarf and coats, lone dark alleyways, rain 

B wanting to smack her head against a wall because this archangel is so fucking dumb but also so charming and nice

Gabe seeing that this demon lord is not a bad person

her reaction to him stealing the eyes of elizabeth taylor

H E I G H T  D I F F E R E N C E

[kinsbin]

I Cut My Hair [Xena/Daryl]

Title: I Cut My Hair Ship: Love and Zombes [Xena/Daryl Dixon] Word Count: 1500 Warnings: Angst, Gore mention

Summary: After Glenn’s death and Negan’s rise, Xena feels lost. She needs to start new. She needs to be something else. She hopes a pair of clippers she finds in her bathroom can help that.

A/N: I wrote a fic about how my TWD insert cuts her hair and her emotions behind it! AKA season 7 Xena has a shaved head now and this is whyyyyyy

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Drip… Drip…. Drip…

The echo of the faucet spitting down on the porcelain of the sink was a dramatic thrum against the dead quiet of the entire house. Daryl had gone out. He had gone out a lot lately, not that she could really blame him. She couldn’t blame any of them after the events of Negan. After what happened and what they had all witnessed. After what she witnessed.

Xena’s heart clenched when she thought about it. Glenn’s head fresh on the ground, splattered into various pieces and beaten to the point where she couldn’t tell just what parts where what. The smell of blood, sweat, and fire and the sound of screaming. The sound of mostly Maggie’s screaming, echoing dangerously loud and close to her ear even as it rang out against the high-pitched mechanical snarl of terror hidden beneath her veins. Not even Daryl’s grip, hard and worried on her wrist, could remove that pitched screech that accompanied the scent of gore and-

Xena slammed her hands down on the sink, jostling the material for a moment. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell and rip something apart. Rip herself apart. For not doing anything and for being so stupid as to let Glenn go with them. To let any of this happen in any remote capacity even though she knew, deep down, that it wasn’t her fault. That nothing that happened could have been stopped after their decisions.

Tears wormed their way out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she sobbed, looking at herself crying in the mirror with a sense of disgust at the being returning her gaze. God, she realized with a gross sense of terror, her hair was red, wasn’t it? Despite the lack of hair dye in the apocalypse she had kept it that same ruby shade somehow. It had remained a glossy and colorful purple-ish auburn throughout her stay with the group and it was only by some miracle it hadn’t faded yet. She would have been proud of that at some point, she was sure.

Now she just saw the color of blood.

She didn’t stop herself before she reached around the cabinets of the sink, scrambling desperately to find the pair of clippers she knew were somewhere within them. Though neither she and Daryl put much conscious attempts into their grooming of facial hair or otherwise, they had been grabbed haphazardly on a run at some point and left with them out of chance.

She held the razor up, the metallic blade glistening in the light as her breaths grew ragged. Tears blinded her now as she cursed, shoving the plug into the outlet nearby and turning on the machine. It whirred to life, violently gnashing its blades together as she watched it for a moment longer before the hesitation left her and rage replaced it.

Rage that mixed with determination as she slid the clippers along her scalp, feeling her head lighten as it removed chunk after chunk of thick hair. She watched strands fall from her head to the ground like pieces of crimson snow, bright and vivid against the white tiles below them. Her shaking hands made it hard to keep the blade steady but it didn’t stop her as she ran the thing over her entire head. As she removed the hair that she suddenly found weighed far too much. Each stroke made her feel lighter. Made her feel at ease.

Made her free.

She all but slammed the clippers down onto the sink, the echo of metal hitting porcelain a dangerous screech as she screamed with it, tears falling faster now as she let out the most raw and intense yell she could manage. It devolved into sobs for a moment as she hiccuped, pushing herself up and running her hand along her scalp. As she tried to regain her composure for a moment.

Her scalp felt so rough. Still littered with maybe half an inch or a quarter or so of hair, it felt similar to how a dog’s fur would. Rough and different and new upon her body as she stared at herself, red faced and shorn, in the mirror. Her glasses were fogging up with tears. The single eye that still produced the wet moisture dribbled while the other was reddening from what tears could push through the scarred over tear ducts.

Xena let herself stay like that for perhaps far too long. Until the tears stopped and she was able to breathe again. Until she was able to pick up the clippers without shaking and put them away again, hiding them up behind the sink as she stood up and looked at her body, brushing bits of her own hair off of her shoulders and the front of her shirt as she clipped the missed pieces of long hair with scissors, sometimes even just pulling out the strands with a wince.

She looked… different that was for certain.

She kind of liked it.

The door to the front of the house opened, Daryl’s voice announcing his presence somewhat muffled by the second story separation, but she didn’t mind. She knew it would be him anyways. Taking a deep, shaky breath Xena brushed herself off one last time and exited the bathroom, wiping her tears away and rubbing her head one last time for good luck before heading down the stairs.

The air was cold on her tank top and boxer clad body, but more so against her scalp. She hadn’t ever felt the wind brush through her head before like that, a new and foreign feeling that made her startled as she quietly watched from the doorway as Daryl unpacked his items from the recent outing he had gone. He did so more violently than usual, and she knew why. Half of whatever he got would go to HIM. Half of whatever they fought for would be given to a man who did nothing but kill and intimidate.

God, it pissed her off.

She bit her lip, trying to push away the thought before Daryl finally faced her. His eyes widened at the sight of her head, gaze fixated on the bareness of the scalp offered before him. The silence was a heavy and thoughtful one, a pause to find words as he stared her down.

“Fuck, Red.” He finally whispered. Xena laughed and averted her eyes, rubbing the back of her shorn neck with a sheepish and exhausted smile.

“I… uh… I wanted to change things up, ‘s all.” She managed out, her throat raw from the tears she had shed.

“Yeah, that’s one hell of a way.” Daryl scoffed softly, making Xena’s brow furrowed as she averted her eyes. Rage was still inside of her, her mood testy because of it and Daryl could sense that now. Her body language was rougher than it usually was, the harshness to her edges making his heart hurt as he remembered her back when they had first met.

Soft. Loud. Funny. Different than it is now.

He supposed they both were different now, though.

“Hey,” He murmured and began to reach out, touching her hand and bringing it into his. Xena allowed it, her gaze following their hands and then finally looking up at him and, oh, the sadness in her eyes hurt him. They mirrored in his blue pools and it made her stomach flip to see so much of himself inside of her. As if they had joined together to be one unit. A perfect entity. A beautiful thing that was never going to be separated as much as they could help it.

Xena wondered if this was what a ‘soulmate’ was.

“It uh… It looks good,” Daryl managed out, blush red on his skin, “Hell, anything you do looks good on ya, so don’t be all embarrassed over it. ‘S practical too so-”

She leaned forward and hugged him, dragging his body close to hers and holding him there as she laughed. Tears welled and spilled again and she let them, crying in front of Daryl was always easy after all. He waited for a moment, looking down at the girl who had grabbed him with surprise, before he hugged her back. A hand went up to rub at the newly shorn head and, he had to admit, the feeling was nice. It was a comfort even as he let her cry beneath him, holding her close. Holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

Nowadays, in this world, she was.

“Guess I can’t call ya Red anymore, huh?” He joked.

“I don’t know,” Xena smiled into him as she sighed, “Might find some hair dye in the next town over… What, don’t like my natural hair color?”

“‘Course I do,” He returned, “Ya just look like even more of a squirrel, though.”

“Yeah? You look like a hobo.” She returned, her hands cradling his cheeks and rubbing her thumbs along his scruffy jawline. Daryl chuckled with her, their eyes meeting for a moment before they leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a warm and emotional kiss. His lips were so chapped compared to hers. His body enveloped her, his hands finding the back of her own and squeezing gently.

At least they still had each other. At least they were all they had left.

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Jungkook x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU Oneshot

Description: You weren’t quite sure if Jungkook and you were dating or not, but the kisses the two of you shared made you think you were. However, one day he yells at you, telling you that such a thing could never happen creating a wall between the both of you. While you and Jungkook were tending to the crops one morning while waiting for the return of the scavenger team at base, an invasion caught the both of you off guard.

The summer breeze grazes your skin as you walk throughout your base making you reminisce about how you even got here in the first place.

//

It’s late in the evening, about 5 o’clock. You’re running from a hoard of the undead with no ammo left until you come across a set of giant concrete walls with a tall gate.

You stop and look up at the walls and spot two figures atop the walls on a pedestal. One of them is a white man, probably in his forties, with a grey, scruffy beard, and the other one, a boy who is most likely about nineteen years of age. He seems to be East Asian, most likely Korean. He has soft features and dreamy, wide doe-like eyes.

“Let me in!” You shout. “Please!”

The two men hold up their rifles, shooting and killing off the corpses that are closing in on you and they stare at you intently. “Name, age, and amount of people you killed,” they demand.

“I-,” you stutter. “(Y/N)(L/N), I’m eighteen years old and I’ve never had to kill anyone, Sir.”

The older man nods at the younger boy and he pulls a lever, making the gates open. The younger, good-looking boy hops down from the pedestal and rushes over to the gates to greet you.

“Hi,” he says shyly, hiding his blush under the black bucket hat in which he’s wearing. “My name is Jeon Jungkook and welcome to Bangtan!” He smiles at you, making your heart tremble.

//

As you walk on the street, you pass by the bases’ church, farm, and many of the houses that are being used by the other survivors that were taken in as well.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Your thoughts get broken by the sound of your best friend’s voice. A muscly arm suddenly gets wrapped around your shoulder as a quick peck is placed at the top of your head.

“What’s up, Kookie?” You ask, acting disinterested in the fact that he is with you even though you really weren’t. You and Jungkook’s friendship has flourished over the two months that you had known each other. He told you everything; how he used to be interested in singing, what he does for fun, and he even told you about his past relationship.

He told you that back at the beginning of the apocalypse, he had a girlfriend named Heejin, but she had been bitten way back then. Jungkook had to kill her himself by shooting her in the brains. He explained the amount of weight that was put on his shoulders and the distress he experienced of losing the one he once loved. This almost made you jealous of the girl, but instead, you would pat him on the shoulder and give him hugs, reassuring him that everyone was safe at the base.

“Nothing much, just helping everyone prepare for the next scavenge trip and tending to the crops.”

You just simply nod your head to show him that your listening and the two of you start walking with each other in silence, your hand frequently brushing up against his own.

Even though it’s silent, the atmosphere is extremely comfortable as the two of you bask in each other’s company.

“Did you here about how we are both gonna be doing the same chores while the team is gone?” He asked.

Usually whenever the team of runners goes out, everyone left back at base is assigned certain chores. Jungkook used to be a runner, that is, until he sprained his ankle while escaping from an enemy group. He’s been healing ever since and he’s actually been doing pretty recently so soon enough, he’ll be back on track. However, he still has a small limp in his step as he walks by your side.

“You’re working in the fields too?” You ask, relieved that there will be someone you’re close to with you. “Thank God!”

Jungkook lets out a high pitched giggle. The same high pitched giggle that you’ve come to love so much.

Speaking of “love”, does Jungkook even love you the same way as you love him? You almost stop in your tracks. ‘I mean, he kisses me as if he loves me. He showers me with complements and tells me I’m wonderful, does that mean he loves me?” You ask yourself.

You then decide that at the end of your walk, you’re going to tell him about your growing affection for him, the boy you’ve come to love.

//

After walking around the base at least twice, you and Jungkook come to a stop. “I suppose we should part ways here,” he says, flashing you that adorable bunny smile he has. Oh how you could never get over that cute bunny smile of his.

He almost starts walking away, but before he can you shout, “Wait, Kook!”

Jungkook stops abruptly and turns towards you, giving you an expectant look. “Yes, (Y/N)?”

“I- I just,” you can’t seem to find the right words. “Is there an ‘us’?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at that and he almost lets out a laugh out of disbelief. “There can’t be an ‘us’, (Y/N)...”

“But- but you made it seem like we were a thing I-,” you cut yourself off, a lump forming in your throat.

“I don’t love you and I never will,” he gives you a stern look. “Now stay away, won’t you? You just annoy me.” He tells you, walking away.

He left just like that, huh. He left you just as alone as you were before meeting him.

Though, you were fully aware that there was a chance that he could reject you, you never expected such harsh words to be spewed at you, especially from him.

Uncontrollable tears fill your eyes and bile rises in your throat from how overwhelmed you are over the situation. Your face reddens and with shaky hands, you cover your mouth.

You and Jungkook are done. Forever. He said it himself so there was no doubting the fact that he must hate you now. He must.

Sprinting back home, you hold in your tears and hide your face, not wanting to expose the obvious sadness in your eyes. The many other survivors passing by you give you a worried look as you rush past them.

Upon arriving back at your small, humble house, you lazily carry yourself upstairs and into your room, flopping onto your bed, face down. Almost immediately the water works start. You lose track of time as you cry, staring at a recent Polaroid of Jungkook and yourself which makes you feel even worse.

//

Soon enough, the day in which the runner team leaves for their journey finally comes around and you’re extremely nervous. Not only are you nervous about the safety of the people who are apart of the team, since they will be in unavoidable danger, but you’re also nervous about the fact that you have to work at the same station as Jungkook today.

Taking a deep breath, you climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. One of the best parts of this base is that they have working showers. Although the water is cold, it still makes you feel ten times cleaner than you did when you were surviving alone in the wilderness.

After stepping out of the shower, you pull on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a random white tee shirt. You realize that this “random white tee shirt” is also Jungkook’s white tee shirt, which fills you to the brim with anxiety. Instead of dwelling on it, you keep the shirt on thinking that Jungkook wouldn’t even realize it was his and you make your way out of the house.

As you walk, one of your best friends from the base, Mina, starts walking next to you and talking both excitedly and fast. Something about this new guy, Hoseok, that she has a massive crush on already.

However, you could barely even focus on what the girl was saying as you were too busy worrying about how awkward working with Jeon will be considering your situation.

Everytime she said something, you’d just hum in response and half-heartedly nodded your head, pretending as if you were paying attention.

“I’m working at the armory, so I have to leave you here, (Y/N). Bye bye!” Mina said cheerfully.

You shake your head, awakening yourself from your daydream. “Huh? Oh, bye Mina...”

Once you arrive at the fields, you take a look at the bulletin board for today’s schedule.

•Yoongi and Amber- planting corn seeds

•Soobin and Kai- pulling weeds

•Jungkook and (Y/N)- tending to the strawberry bushes

“Shit,” you accidentally said aloud. Working at the same area with Jeon made everything so much more difficult.

‘What if he talks to me?’

‘What if he DOESN’T talk to me?”

You don’t even want to think about how upsetting it would be for him to just completely ignore your presence as a whole.

“Excuse me,” a deep, boyish voice sounds from behind you.

You know that voice anywhere; it’s Jeon Jungkook.

You stand frozen, surprised to hear his voice so close to your ear.

“Umm... Can you move so I could see?”

Mentally facepalming and screaming at yourself for not moving, you practically sprint down the contecting path to where the strawberry plantation is.

What you don’t know is that Jungkook eyes your retreating form with guilt and utter despair.

Once finally arriving at the strawberry fields, you breath heavily from the run and decide to make yourself useful by picking up a brown basket and picking all of the ripe berries, popping a few in your mouth and savoring the flavor as you go.

After about ten minutes of picking berries and placing them into your basket, Jungkook’s incoming footsteps become audible to you. At this, you quickly immerse all of your attention to the strawberries in order to try to ignore him. It doesn’t work, but it still hurts Jungkook inside to see you ignore him completely. He wouldn’t tell you that, though.

Jungkook plops down about a meter away from you and gets to work. This silence between the two of you isn’t natural and calm like the last time you were together, instead the atmosphere was dreary and tense.

An hour into working continuously, he decides to say something to you. “Hey, (Y/N) I-,” his sentence gets cut off by the ear piercing sound of the base’ alarm. The sound is that of that of a fire truck’s siren, except much louder. You quickly cover your ears and crouch down on your knees, shaking.

Jungkook stands up to try to access the situation for neither of you knew what was happening. It couldn’t have been a drill, those were too risky, so you assumed only the worst.

“Everyone please stay indoors. I repeat; everyone please stay indoors,” a monotone voice announces into the loud speaker. “There has been an invasion. The zombies have made it through the gates and are now swarming the base. We advise everyone to stay indoors while we figure out a solution. Do not leave until further notice.”

This announcement evokes even more panic within you than the sirens did. You almost start crying, but before you can, Jungkook runs up to you and grabs your hand, pulling you along as he runs. You can barely keep up with the much faster boy as each one of his steps equals two of yours.

“Hurry (Y/N)! Come on!” He shouts back at you.

You muster up all of the energy you have left and carry on, trailing closely behind him. There are no completely secure buildings in the fields that could protect us from the potential swarming zombies, so Jungkook leads you towards the main area. Luckily, the undead have only gotten slightly past the broken down gates, smoke and fire engulfing your only way out. Distracted by the scene displayed in front of you, you feel a tug on your hand from the same warm hand that was just previously encompassing your own.

“Oh!” You let out, startled.

“We have to get back to my house,” he says, with labored breaths. “It’s safe there!”

The way Jungkook is looking at you is almost unsettling in a way. He’s looking at you with uttermost concern, as if he really cares about you despite what he said earlier in the week.

Trying not to ponder too much on it, you nod your head, humming in response. He pulls you along the cement road, twisting and turning down the different streets until you both finally make it to his house. You both hide behind one of the bushes in his yard to catch your breaths.

At this point, you figure that most of the zombies have made it inside the base by now so every step you take must be as silent as possible.

You were right. Those godforesaken corpses have made it in, and they were getting closer by the minute.

You can even see one of them, stumbling down the road followed by four more. You’re too anxious to even have a mind of your own. Remembering what it was like outside the walls, surrounded by bloodied corpses everyday, not knowing whether you’d live another day or not is making your mind swim with different emotions that you can’t even name.

“(Y/N),” Jungkook whispers. “Let’s go inside. They won’t find us if we just hurry up a little.”

He places a protective arm around your waist and pulls you closer, whispering at you to stay as quiet as humanly possible.

Stalking over to the perfectly painted white door, he pulls out his key and pushes it into the the key hole, turning it. Once it opens, you turn your head around to see that the horde of zombies that was once down the street were only about ten feet away from you. At this, you practically push yourself and Jungkook into the house, slam the door shut behind you and lock all of the available locks. The sound of the undead slamming and banging on the door can be heard, making you almost nauseous at the thought of them breaking in.

Sweat dripping down his forehead, Jungkook pulls you up the staircase and into his bedroom. Shutting the door, the two of you slide down the wall onto your bums, panting out.

He looks you up and down. “That’s,” he breaths out with exhaustion. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

You simply turn in the opposite direction letting out a prominent and angry “hmph,” glaring at the shiny hardwood floor.

Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh, “(Y/N), I’m-“.

“Shut the fuck up,” you shout, tears brimming at your eyes. You already know what he’s going to talk about, but you don’t want to hear it.

However, that doesn’t stop Jungkook from speaking his mind. “(Y/N), let me speak!”

“No! You can’t say shit like that to me and act as if I’ll want to speak to you after,” the tears finally start to fall. “You said you didn’t want to talk to me again so I’m just abiding to your wishes.” Anger starts to become evident in your tone.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said. “I didn’t mean it, I swear. It’s just that I,” he pauses, creating dramatic effect. “It’s just that I don’t want to get too attached to you like I did Heejin, just for you to die...” He too starts welling up with tears. His nose and puffy cheeks redden as he stares at you desperately. “I don’t want to lose you too so I thought- I thought that if I stopped talking to you, that it would benefit the both of us, but it only brought more pain. (Y/N), the last few days have been literal torture for me, and I now realize that I’ve hurt you too. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook...”

“I love you, (Y/N) (L/N). The moment I saw you, I knew you’d be special to me,” he confesses.

“I love-,” the sudden banging on Jungkook’s bedroom door cuts you off, startling you.

Jungkook pulls you away from the door, distancing you from potential danger, and jumps in front of you. He pulls out his gun, aiming it for the door.

You grab onto his sleeve in fear as the door knob strangely opens.

“Zombies can’t open doors,” you think to yourself.

The door is pushed open and in come two of Jungkook’s close friends, Jackson and Namjoon. They’re both from the runner team which means that they came back safe and have cleared out all of the zombies. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling happy that the both of you are safe, along with your friends.

“Oh! Thank god you both are safe!” They say with wide eyes. “When we got back to see this place almost in ruins, we immediately cleared everything out and searched for survivors. The gate is currently being repaired, but umm... Did we interrupt something?”

“Yes.” “No!” The two of you say at the same time, causing Jackson and Namjoon to chuckle.

“Well, I suppose we better leave you two alone and search for everyone else,” Jackson says with a snide smirk, leading Namjoon out the door and closing it behind them.

Once they leave, Jungkook immediately throws his arms around and you brings you to his chest. “I’ll never do anything like that again, I love you,” he says.

“Lets get through this together, okay?” He smiles at you, kissing your forehead.

“Okay.”

[victorineb]

Alana Finds Out: Zombies!

Another instalment of AFO in honour of Ladies of Hannibal week... in which Alana faces the possible end of the world... and some other unfortunate revelations.

(Also a small warning: there are mentions of offstage character deaths here. None of the major characters are affected, but be prepared in any case.)

Also on AO3.

“…the attackers can be stopped by removing the head or destroying the brain.”

Alana stood watching the television she hadn't even known Hannibal owned, transfixed by the impossibility of what she was seeing. On the screen, a news anchor, sweating through his shirt and a face-full of makeup, was giving details of what no one could any longer deny was the rise of the undead.

“Alana,” Hannibal had appeared behind her silently, his hand on her arm causing her to jump, “I think it is time to go.”

She turned to face him and froze. The man in front of her looked very much like Hannibal Lecter, except he was dressed in jeans, heavy boots and a leather jacket and appeared to have strapped the katana from his bedroom to his back.

“Hannibal, what…”

“The transport is outside, Alana, it is time for you to go.”

She looked up from his unfamiliar ensemble, taking in the firm set of his mouth, the sad look in his eyes. “Why aren't you coming?”

“I have a friend out there who requires my help.”

Alana didn't have to wonder. “You're going to find Will. Even after what he did, what he accused you of?”

Hannibal nodded. “You know as well as I that Will is not guilty.”

In the face of the zombie apocalypse, Alana found it all too easy to accept the truth of this, as well as something else she now knew should have been obvious. “You're in love with him.”

“Yes. I'm sorry if that upsets you but if there still exists a chance to keep him safe, I must take it.”

Alana considered getting upset for a moment but she had never seen her progression from Hannibal's friend to his lover as anything more than a clutch for comfort by either of them. Not to mention, the presence of the armed transport outside, courtesy of Jack Crawford’s calling in of every favour he'd ever earned, rather shortened the timeframe for confrontations. Instead, she simply wrapped her arms around Hannibal, with the words, “Don't be too reckless. Take care of him.” She drew back and met his eyes, “And be honest with him. No metaphors, no literary allusions, no exquisitely crafted obfuscations. Just tell him. I'm reasonably certain you'll get the response you want.”

Hannibal’s eyes lit at this, in a way she'd never seen before. “You are?”

She shrugged, feeling surprisingly light-hearted in the face of the end of both her relationship and, potentially, the world. “The other reason I told him I couldn't date him? When the pair of you aren't trading elegant couplets on the subject of murder, you're eye-banging like no one else can see you. It's not subtle.”

It was this final sentence that meant, as she took her bags to the door, the last thing Alana saw of her former lover, was the unexpectedly beautiful sight of Hannibal Lecter blushing.

Three years later.

Alana would know those curls anywhere.

She was in Florida, helping a colleague to run a week of counselling sessions for traumatised survivors. Given that mostly everyone still alive in the US qualified as such, these events were always utter chaos, a barely controlled swell of emotion coupled with endless paperwork and administration. The chances that Alana would catch glimpse of a living, breathing Will Graham in any context were, she contemplated, microscopic. That she would, through the packed crowds of the conference centre, simply glance towards the refreshments table to see him struggling one-handed with a coffee pot seemed impossible to the point of absurdity.

And yet.

Alana excused herself from her colleagues and crossed the room, almost in a daze. Just before she could reach him, though, she realised with horror that the reason for Will's struggle was the total absence of his left arm. His shoulder simply ended abruptly in a stump, covered with fabric neatly tailored to his altered form. Alana was used to such injuries – there had been far greater call for medics than psychiatrists during the last few years and Alana had found herself in field hospitals all across the country – but she couldn’t keep the words from leaving her lips.

“Oh, Will.”

He turned, clearly surprised to hear his name, still holding the pot in his remaining hand. She watched his eyes light with recognition as he set down the coffee and pulled her in for an embrace.

“Alana, you’re alive! I wasn’t sure, I… I don’t have the connections I had before.” He pulled back to look at her properly. “You’re ok? You’re safe, happy?”

“All of the above.” She felt a huge grin cross her face, the same reflected a second later on Will’s. It faded after a moment, though, as she glanced at the space where his arm should have been.

Will caught her look and said, “It’s ok, it could’ve been so much worse. Should have been. I got bit,” Alana’s head snapped up and she stared at him. “I know. Thought I was done for sure. It was only because of the guy with me, he took my arm off the second after the thing got hold of me. Kept the infection from spreading. Another second…” he trailed off, eyes clouded for a second, then shrugged. “I figure, an arm’s not that much of a sacrifice. And other than that, I’m a hell of a lot healthier than I was pre-apocalypse.”

Alana took a moment to look him over. Will was right – where she had known a scruffy, twitchy, often sweaty mess of a man who concealed his looks behind stubble and poor eye contact, the man before her now was neat and clean, smartly groomed and dressed in simple but elegant clothes. He also looked healthy, well-fed and clear-skinned, with an ease in his posture that she had never seen before. More than anything, though, he was meeting her eyes without hesitation, the expression in them so warm and genuine she wondered how she had ever thought him capable of violence and murder.

She smiled, feeling a prickle of tears in her eyes and then laughed, blinking them away. “The end of the world clearly agrees with you.” Will barked out a laugh, the same one she remembered, and she reflected gladly that some things remained unchanged. Then, without warning, she blurted, “I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, Will.”

He cast his eyes away for a second but then looked back and shrugged. “It's ok. I wouldn't have believed me. It's forgotten.”

“And… you're a free man? They didn't try to put you back in?”

“They made some perfunctory noises about it but, given my exemplary service to the nation in zombie massacring, as well as the fact that pretty much all the evidence against me was lost one way and another, they didn't pursue it too hard. Apparently the going rate for freedom is a couple hundred undead and my total’s well above that, thus I am a fully certified member of the post-apocalyptic society.” He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I'm not letting you go anytime soon, Bloom,” Will told her, taking her hand and dragging her to a couch in the corner. They sat and he looked seriously at her. “Do you know what happened to the others? Crawford? Katz and her boys?” Alana noticed that he didn't say anything about Hannibal and realised, the thought sinking like a stone within her, that if Hannibal wasn’t with Will, it was because he had died trying.

The tears returned to Alana’s eyes and Will’s expression dropped. She pulled herself together, took a deep breath and told him. “Zeller died early on. He was out on duty when the bodies at the crime scene…” she sniffled, “he went out fighting but he wouldn’t have had a clue what was going on. He wasn’t turned, they just… destroyed him. Price was distraught, of course, Beverly too. He’s still alive, got a partner and kids, named his son Brian. He says if the kid doesn’t develop a terrible sense of humour and a fascination with dead bodies he won’t have done his job right.” Will grinned weakly, his own eyes sparkling with tears.

Alana clutched tightly at his hand with both of hers. She had hoped never to tell this next part ever again. “Jack… Jack’s dead too. He…” Alana was openly crying now. “He made sure he got everybody to safety that he could. Then he… god, Will, he helped Bella to go. They were found in their bed together, there was a syringe next to her and a bullet in his head. He left a note, said that he was tired of fighting monsters and since Bella couldn’t follow him, he’d follow her.” Will pulled her tight against himself and they sobbed together.

Eventually, they quietened and Will leaned back, saying, “He was a great man. A gigantic, bull-headed bear of a great man. I’m glad they were together at the end.” He squeezed her hand and then a frown crossed his brow. “What about Beverly? Is she…”

“Don’t worry. Not all my stories are sad.” Alana took a deep breath and tried to shake off her grief. “Beverly Katz is alive, a decorated hero of the war on zombies and, other than losing an eye in combat, is both hale and hearty and every bit the snarky, badass bitch she ever was.”

The relief in Will’s eyes was dazzling. “Saved the best for last, huh? I bet she really pulls off the eye patch.”

“I think so,” Alana agreed, “it’s really the main reason I married her.”

Will’s stunned expression was a picture. “What?” he nearly squealed. “You and Katz?”

Alana held up her left hand to show off her wedding ring. “She’s pretty amazing. And stupidly hot when smiting the undead.”

Will grinned and launched himself at her for yet another hug. She felt him chuckle against her and say, “Remember when I kissed you?”

“I faintly recall.”

“Really barking up the wrong tree, huh?”

“My finding you attractive was never the problem, Graham.” She smacked him lightly on the head. “Though I must admit, I like the new look better than the flannel.”

“Ah, yeah, there’s a reason for that.” Will released her and held up his own hand, displaying a gold band. “Snap. Wrong hand, of course, but completely official.”

“You got married? To who? Is she here, can I meet her?”

Will grinned, looking pleased with himself. “I believe my darling spouse should be arriving soon. I’ll give you all the gory details when I can make the introductions.”

“You’d better.” Alana decided she had to ask, before Will’s wife appeared and the chance was lost. “Will, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this but the last time I saw him, Hannibal was on his way to try to save you from Chilton’s hospital. He… he was in love with you, you know.” Will looked down. “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t want to know that but… did he ever find you, did you ever see him again?”

From behind her, a familiar voice interjected, “Who else do you know could cut off a man’s arm and then convince him to marry them?”

Will’s grin could’ve lit the city. “Alana, I’d like you to meet my husband, Dr Hannibal Lecter.”

Alana turned to raise her eyes along all six-foot plus of her former mentor, finding herself unable to move. Hannibal seemed relatively unharmed, save for a wicked-looking scar that ran the length of one cheekbone. Seeing her shock, he grinned from ear to ear and Alana realised, as he leaned down for a hug, that she had never seen such an open expression on his face. Indeed, as Hannibal crossed to his husband, stealing a kiss before sitting behind him and pulling Will back against his chest, she realised how little resemblance this relaxed, loose-limbed, contented man bore to the one she had known before.

“She looks a little dazed, don't you think darling?” Will asked teasingly.

“Positively stunned, dearest,” agreed Hannibal.

“So, I was right about the eye-banging,” Alana interjected, not wanting to let them win.

As Hannibal smirked behind him, Will exclaimed, “What the hell does that mean?”

After they'd finished laughing, they exchanged war stories for a couple of hours, Hannibal equally delighted to hear of Alana’s marriage and Alana entirely unsurprised it took less than two weeks after Hannibal had rescued Will from the BSHCI for their first kiss to occur.

Eventually, as the venue began closing for the night, Hannibal said, “Alana, we would love to have you for dinner.” Will seemed to choke a little as Hannibal clarified, “For you to come to our house to eat dinner.”

“You still cook, Hannibal?”

Will snorted. “As if the end of the world could stop him.”

“Yes,” Alana continued, “but you always cooked meat and it's so hard to come by now.”

“In fact, my darling husband has adjusted well to a vegetarian diet,” Will told her. “Claims a couple of years killing zombies kinda did for his bloodlust.” His eyes twinkled as he looked up at Hannibal, whose eyes crinkled in response. Clearly Alana was missing some inside joke but she chose not to pry.

“In any case,” Hannibal added, “cutting off a large part of the man you love,”

“With a katana,” Will added.

“…has the unfortunate side effect of making butchery somewhat less appealing.”

Alana began to laugh at that, with the two men joining soon after and it took a couple of minutes for them to compose themselves. Finally, she regained enough breath to say, “A vegetarian dinner cooked by Hannibal Lecter. I knew there was a reason I survived the zombie apocalypse.”

[xwing-baby]

Up And Running (Supernatural x Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY TWO

SUPERNATURAL X READER

WORD COUNT: 737

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Years have passed, the Winchesters have gone and everything is okay. The impala was been put to rest in an old junkyard, slowly rotting away until you and brother come along. It calls out to you and before you know it you’re both sent down a road that’ll change your life. 

A/N: Heres a little mini series I want to start. Let me know fi you like it!!

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My brother couldn’t see past the mud and grime at first but the moment I saw the beautiful old car I was completely in love.

It was like she was calling my name, she was the only car in that junk yard that had grabbed my attention. She was not battered beyond belief like the others. She was not tired looking at all. She just looked like she had just been parked there and forgotten about.

My brother tried to complain when I brought the car, but at $400 it was an absolute steal. With help from the junk yard’s owner, we managed to push her down the road to my family home.

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For the first couple of days, I couldn’t bring myself to start work on her. I just sat in the driver’s seat and listened. Although she did not run and her engine was shot she seemed to hum as if magic ran through her black metal frame. The longer I sat in her worn leather seats the more things I noticed. The gun under the driver’s seat, the battered FBI badge and an SW-DW scratched into the roof. Whoever owned this car last really loved her, and had a really weird job.

When I finally got the courage to start her restoration I started with the trunk. I ripped the weeds growing in her mouldy carpet out and was surprised to find a secret compartment underneath. Inside there were probably hundreds of guns and knives, and was that a grenade launcher? There were prayer beads hung on the top and several weird looking symbols. There were machetes and pistols, handguns and spears. Whoever these people were they were obviously ready for an apocalypse. There was a picture placed on the top of one of the ammo boxes. I picked it up, wiped the dust off and looked at the three men in the picture

There was one tall one. He had dark hair down to his shoulders and there was something quite sad about the way he stood. The man next to him was only just shorter. He had short light brown hair styled into a little quiff. He looked strong, but tired like he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Then, next to him was another slightly shorter man again. He wore a scruffy looking suit and trench coat. His tie was backwards and he looked very unsure and was obviously not looking in the right direction for the picture. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes, much brighter than eyes really should be… maybe it was just the light.

The man in the trench coat seemed somehow familiar. Like I’d him before recently. Was he at the junk yard? There were a lot of people there…

I flipped the photo and there written in scruffy handwriting, half smudged from the damp, which read: Sam, Dean and Cas. Kansas, ’16. I guessed that’s who was in the photo. What a lucky car to have these three drive her. They were not half bad looking at all!

I straighten up when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Someone was watching. I took the pair of keys hidden among the weapons and looked around. No one was there. I shook it off, I must be paranoid but I got to work.

Within a week she was back up and running as if she was new. She had new seats, carpet and I had to nearly completely rebuild the engine. With the help of my brother, it didn’t take too long to take the thing apart, clean everything and change a few valves and nuts and put it back together.

My brother, Jared slipped into the passenger seat and I got into the driver’s seat. I slipped the keys into the ignition and turned the key. A big grin grew on my lips as the heavenly purr echoed through the quiet night. I looked over at Jared, who had a similar expression on his face and pulled away from the driveway.

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As Y/n and her brother drove into the night, Castiel watched on with a smile. He had hoped you’d be the ones to pick her. The Impala was back up and running and Cas knew it could only mean one thing. Trouble. 

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Little Bird

For Negan Smut Week!

Prompts - “Well Done” “Famished"and Sentence Prompt: “Look what I found!” 

Negan x Number 6 (reader- y/n)

Y/N=your name

Warnings - Negan smutty goodness. Language. NSFW. Sexy aesthetic

2200 words- using the Keep reading feature

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    “You ready doll?” Negan was waiting in the living room for me as I made my way towards him.

 “I guess, as ready as I’ll ever be.” I was dragging my feet like a little kid, not wanting to do what Negan was forcing me to do.

  Negan was taking me out to teach me how to shoot.  Yes, it’s amazing that I have made it this far in the apocalypse without using a gun. I knew my way around a knife pretty well. And I carried my brother’s old machete. It had worked for me, up until now. Negan wanted me to be prepared for anything.

 “Not sure why we have to do this though. You won’t ever let me go on a run. You don’t even let me leave the Sanctuary grounds.”

 “Doll, don’t go there. You know how I fucking feel about that.”

 “Yeah, y/n, we’re wives. Our jobs are to be here for Negan. Not off going on runs with other men.”  

 “Thank you for that tidbit of knowledge, Amber.” I rolled my eyes.

 “Negan, why aren’t you taking any of the other girls, like me? Unlike miss ungrateful,” she gave me her signature eyeroll,  “I would love to go with you!” Amber ran her hands up his arms, looking at him seductively.

 “Because I’m fucking not, that’s why. Come on baby.” Negan took my arm, pulling me behind him out the door.

 “Why the fuck does Amber always have to fucking question me. Jesus.”

 I leaned up, kissing his cheek. “It’s Amber, she hates everyone and everything, Ne.”

 He laughed. “No one hates me doll.”  

We headed down to the first floor, making our way into one of the back rooms that are off-limits.

 “I’ve never been in here.” I peeked around. It was the armory, filled with every weapon imaginable. Firearms, knives, swords, axes, machetes, fire throwers. “Are those bombs?” I pointed to these blackish round things.

 “No, doll, those are grenades, don’t touch.” Negan walked over to the guy who was working on a rifle. He handed him a duffle. They both looked over at me and started laughing.

 “Okay, Ne, why were you laughing at me? What did he say?” I put my hands on my hips trying to emphasize my irritation.

 “You are adorable baby girl. It was nothing for you to worry about.” He put his free arm around me, leading us out the door.

 He wasn’t going to tell me, so I dropped it. I was used to people talking, laughing behind my back since I became one of Negan’s wives. Especially because I was different than the others.

 We reached the shooting range and I was very thankful no one else was here.  Negan showed me how to load, shoot, even clean a gun. While I was far from perfect, I was able to hit near the targets.

 “We’ll come out and practice a bit more. But you did good today y/n, well done. I think we deserve to celebrate.” He gave me his wink with a smirk, basically Negan’s version of finger guns. Along with the way he drew out the word celebrate, I knew exactly what kind of celebration Negan had in mind.

 “It’s Sherry’s night, Ne.” I wasn’t going to show my disappointment.

 “Jesus fuck, I hate that schedule!”

 “It’s your schedule Negan, you were the one that initially put it in place. We just tweaked it a bit.” I looked over at him putting the guns back into the bag.

 “Doesn’t mean I can’t hate it doll, a man’s needs and wants change.”

 Just then, I heard a noise, a peeping. “Did you hear that Ne?”

 “Hear what? I just hear my stomach growling, doll, I’m fucking famished.”

 “It sounded like a peeping, like an animal.” I walked over to where I had heard the sound, near the targets. I stood still, hoping to hear it again.

 “What are doing baby?”

 “Shhhh, Ne! I’m trying to listen!” I heard it again, looking down under a small bush. “Oh my god, Ne! Look what I found!” There sat a tiny bird. I crouched down, gently picking it up in my hands.

 Negan had come over and was standing right behind me. “Jesus, doll, just leave it. It looks injured.”

 “Ne, I can’t leave it, please!” I looked up at him, glancing back down at the tiny creature in my palms. I held it up to Negan, hoping he would change his mind after seeing it. “I mean, what if you had left me out there?”  I pointed to the Sanctuary wall.

 He took it, delicately moving it to see what was wrong. “Baby girl, I think it’s wing is broken, but I also see a wound, might be more. I’m not sure what we can do.” He looked at me, sadness showing on his face. “Doll, let me take care of it, put it out of his misery.”

 I began crying. “Okay Ne, please do it quickly. I know it’s stupid, crying over a bird.”

 He put his arm around me, pulling me to his chest. “Go back inside sweetheart. Meet me in my room. I’ll be up when I’m through here, okay?”

 I tried to stop my crying, but it just kept on, “Okay Ne…sniff…i’m sorry…and thank you…sniff.”

 He took his jacket off, placing it on the ground, then gently laying the bird on it. “Come here baby.” He took me in his arms, squeezing me tightly. “This is one of the many reasons I love you. Even after the shit you went through before the apocalypse and what you’ve been through since, you still love with every bit of your heart. Not a fucking soul would have given that sound a second glance. You went out of your way, and now, your heart is breaking over the suffering of a bird.” He began stroking my hair. “Go upstairs doll, go the back way to avoid the others. I’ll bring some food when I come.”

 “Okay, thank you Ne. I love you, you big softy!” He rolled his eyes at me as I snuggled into him, then pulling back. I knelt down beside the tiny bird. “You’re going to a better place sweetie. Negan will help you.” I touched it softly.

 “Go baby. It will be okay.”

 I waved goodbye as I headed back inside. In another world, I would have taken that sweet little thing and tried nursing it back to health. But I knew Negan was right, it most likely wouldn’t survive even with my help. And using the little supplies we had on a dying bird wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

 I reached Negan’s room with no interception from the others. Part of me felt guilty, it wasn’t my night, it was rightfully Sherry’s. But I had begun truly enjoying my alone time with Negan. Yes, he was a man who believed in brute force, who believed in right and wrong, black and white. You do him wrong, he repays the favor. He had a dirty, foul mouth, everything had sexual undertones.

 But, with his wives, when we were alone with him, he was a man that enjoyed, desired, perhaps even loved, his women. I tried to so hard to forget that it wasn’t just Ne & I, that I shared him with 5 other women. And who knows? He could possibly bring in more.

 Whenever I entered his room, I tried to clear my head of all of that, it was just Ne & I. No other wives, no Saviors. Just the two of us.

 I went into the bathroom to clean up a bit. When I was finished, I crawled into bed, underneath Negan’s soft comforter that was infused with his scent. Without warning, I began crying again. The bird, that poor little creature. An innocent. Why? Why is it always the most pure souls that suffer? It’s just not fair.

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  “Baby girl? Wakey wakey!”

 I rolled over to see Negan sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling. He was stroking the side of my face.

 “I’m sorry Ne, I must have fallen asleep.”

 “Is fine doll, looks like you were crying. I took care of the little guy. Even made him a fucking gravestone, you can pay your respects later.” He laid down, facing me. “Come here y/n, it’s okay, everything will be okay.” He pulled me into him, kissing my forehead, moving down my face. “Hungry? I brought some food.” He was now kissing,licking my neck, under my ear.

 “I’m fine, not really hungry.” I was enjoying his attention and I didn’t want to move, didn’t want him to stop.

 “Or do you just want to spend the evening like this?” Negan placed his hands on my ass, squeezing, then moving upward, bringing them around to grasp my breasts.

 Sighing softly, I looked into his beautiful, kind eyes. “Stay here, like this.”

 “It’s okay, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.”

 Slowly he moved his hands to remove my tee, his eyes never leaving mine. Throwing it to the side, he then moved down to my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. He moved his whole body down the bed, his face stopping at my now heated core, where he placed a soft kiss over my panties. I could feel his scruffy beard through the thin material causing me to shiver and emit a small moan.

 He moved down, pulling my pants off completely, discarding them off the bed. He then picked up my feet, kissing each one delicately, rubbing my toes. Grasping my ankles, he parted my legs, placing each foot on his shoulders. Sliding upward until his face was placed between my upper thighs, my knees bent over shoulders, he then kissed each thigh, causing another slight trembling in my body.

 “Okay baby girl? Need me to stop? Just say so.”

 “I’m okay Ne, thank you.” I whispered out.

 “Just close your eyes.”

 Doing as he asked, I closed them, trying to just feel, nothing else. No thoughts, no sounds, no sights, just Negan and what he was doing to me, making me feel.

 He moved his face upward, taking the waistband of my panties in his teeth. I could feel it, the roughness, sharpness, cold, damp. He pulled them down, waiting while I lifted my hips up. After pulling them off, he kissed his way back up, alternating from left to right leg. I could feel his scruff, his moist but slightly chapped lips. The sensations causing me to quiver, vibrate.

 Once again, his face met my core. I was aware of his warm breath, but barely, as I was awaiting what sensation would come next. I shook slightly, from holding on, from waiting, the anticipation killing me.

  “You alright sweetheart? Want me to stop?” I didn’t dare open my eyes, couldn’t open them. The sound of his oh so gruff, throaty voice almost enough to send me over.

 “I’m…okay…thanks.” I barely panted out.

 He continued, tiny little kisses, on my mound. His unshaven beard, my freshly shaven skin, caused an indescribable feeling. He moved on, circling just outside my outer lips, little kisses, small licks. I heard him, I was tuning out most sounds, but I heard him. A moan, a groan, and I realized I was making almost identical noises.

 He was now sucking my lips, drawing them into his mouth. I began writhing, squirming, his long fingers gently grasping my hips, keeping me still.

 “Ne…I’m…not going…oh…”

 He quickly stopped, confusing me. I could feel him moving, heard him. I opened my eyes to see him now over me, grasping his beyond erect cock, stroking. His eyes never leaving mine, causing the feeling of being hypnotized. But I couldn’t look away.

 Looking away for just a second, he placed himself at my entrance. With Negan, everything was loud, bold, fast, hard. No one would ever accuse him of being gentle, soft, quiet. But when he entered me, that was exactly what it was. He was slow, an almost feather- like touch, delicate.

 We started moving in unison, all legs, arms, lips, tongues, blended, melded together, as one. We performed a dance that only Negan and I knew the steps of. In a moment like this, it felt like we were the only ones in the world. No one existed, nothing mattered but us.

 A whisper, I couldn’t hear anything, my senses all dulled. But I could hear him. I could hear Negan, “come for me baby girl. Come with me.”

 And I did. When you dance as a couple, you are totally in sync, from beginning to end. We finished, still together as one, wrapped in each other’s arms. I was now on top, I glanced up at him, his face aglow with sweat, a look of pure joy. Love?

 His hand came up to wipe at my face. “Doll?” He whispered. “Why are you crying?”

 Crying? I raised my own hand to touch. I was crying. “I don’t know why, Ne? It’s not you, I just don’t know.”

 He pulled me even tighter to his chest, his fingers automatically going to my hair. “Today has been rough. Emotions everywhere. Just know baby, I’m here for you, always.”

 “Thank you Ne, I love you my one and only savior.”

 “I love you too y/n/n, my sweet little bird.”

[margaritas-and-melancholy]

Now we never have to say goodbye (destiel)

Word count: 3200 words

 Just some cute fluff involving some midnight pie making and a big surprise for dean, let me know what you think! Enjoy!

 Dean rolled over in bed and groaned in the dark. This was his first time back in the bunker for a week and the first time he could have more than a 2 hours’ sleep.

He and Sam had been up in Minnesota tracking a vampire nest, which of course then turned out to be two separate nests. In typical fashion, what had seemed like an easy job led the two brothers straight into the middle of a vampire feud, and both brothers had come home dead on their feet.

 The same metallic banging sound ricocheted from the kitchen again and Dean squeezed his eyes shut trying to hold on to last blissful remnants of sleep without any luck. 

He cursed loudly and bolted upright, throwing back the covers and getting up. What did Sam think he was doing at- Dean checked his clock on the nightstand- 3:40 in the morning?!

 Dean stomped to his door grabbing a bathrobe off a door hook and strode down the corridor of the bunker muttering threats under his breath.

 The kitchen door was open by just a crack so Dean grabbed the door handle and shoved it open with a loud bang. Inside was a scruffy man in a trench coat who was almost identifiable from the amount of flour coating him. 

He was standing in what effectively looked like a bomb site, bowls and cutlery were strewn around along with bags of sugar, flour, and fruit.

 Dean immediately did a double take, his irritation momentarily forgotten. “Cas?” He said in shock mouth hanging open.

 The angel looked back at Dean and swallowed, visibly nervous. “Hello Dean” He smiled looking down at his flour covered coat and back at Dean wondering how on earth he was going to explain this one.

 Dean was beginning to recover and shook his head “Cas” he repeated slowly “Why are you here, now?”

Cas looked down and rubbed a corner of his sleeve trying to remove a dark red stain. “Well…” he began.

 Deans eyebrows drew together and before Cas could finish his response Dean asked in a quiet voice “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”. They hadn't seen each other for the entire week and the time apart had been difficult for Dean.

He had grown so used to having Cas’s encouraging presence always by his side that now that Cas had been absent Dean missed the warmth, care and support his boyfriend gave him. 

Besides he always had the memory of Cas’s betrayal when he had collaborated with Crowley.

 At Dean's question Cas looked up and frowned. He was just going to have to tell Dean, at least part of his plan and what he was doing. He didn’t have to tell the whole truth but just enough to smooth the creases of confusion and hurt that we're marking Deans face.

 He stepped forward and smiled gently “It was a surprise” he explained. “For you”.

Dean snorted “Surprise?” he looked at Cas sceptically “What like welcome home honey, here's a giant mess for you to clean up?”. Dean crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Cas.

 “Seriously Cas, you’re cleaning this crap up”.

 Cas just rolled his eyes and gestured behind him picking up a heavy book sporting colourful photos of pastries on the cover. “If you really need to know Dean, I was learning how to make pie.”

 This took Dean by surprise, his body language softened allowing his arms to drop back down to his sides. “Why?” He asked bemused. “Cas, you do remember you don’t need to eat, right? Angel of the Lord?”.

  Now that Dean had accepted that Cas wasn't sneaking around behind his back he wondered if he should call Sammy. Cas had been called away for some important discussions in Heaven (“No Dean they’re my family, I can’t just tell them to stick it-”) meaning he hadn’t been able to come on the hunt with them and what if angels had been messing with his brain again?

 Dean had seen Cas lose his marbles once before and if baking pies in the early hours of the morning didn’t qualify as a warning sign, then what did?

Cas simply gave Dean a slightly withering look “Yes Dean I remember” he replied sarcastically.

 “Sooo?” Dean frowned waving his hands in the general direction of the destruction.

“I wanted to make a pie for you” Cas said bashfully looking at his shoes.

Deans face softened and he slipped on an easy smile.

“Cas, you don’t have to do that for me” he shook his head again but he thought it was sweet that Cas was taking time out to try and make him happy.

 “But I want to” Cas insisted with a solemn face and moved to be close in front of Dean. He then reached up and rested a palm on the pie of Dean’s face gently stroking his temple

“I know what it means to you” he said.

 “What do you mean?” Dean asked gruffly, the warm touch on his face was a fresh reminder of how much he had missed Cas. The angel looked in his eyes carefully, sadness marring his own eyes.

“I’ve seen your memories Dean, in your dreams when you sleep” he said.

 Dean simply stared back in amazement at his angel, not even being bothered by what kinds of embarrassing memories Cas may have seen. Cas moved his hand off Dean’s face and dropped him arm intertwining their hands together.

“You miss your mother” he stated kindly “It’s one of the things that remind you of her, homemade pie”.

Dean nodded but when it looked like he wasn’t going to reply the other man wrapped his arms around dean pulling him into a strong hug.

 Not wanting to make the hunter upset Cas tried to lift the mood. “You know Dean I thought it was going pretty well so far” he announced pulling back and grinning.

 Dean snorted “Right. Looks that way Cas” he teased and brushed off flour from the angel’s shoulder “Were you trying to make yourself into a pie”

 Cas laughed and glared playfully “Shut up Dean”. He turned to a nearby counter and picked up a half finished and slightly wonky looking pie. “See” he retorted.

 Dean nodded and moved to inspect the pie - he was most likely going to have to eat it later and wanted to subtly make sure Cas wouldn't accidentally poison him. 

He could see some weird shapes in the filling but hoped it was just from the fruit.

 “Hey not bad” Dean encouraged and glanced at the book on the table “You and Martha Stewart make quite a team”. Even Dean had to admit this was impressive from someone who had only ever eaten a few times and even then Cas had mostly subsisted on PB&J.

 Cas beamed back clearly taking great pride in the complement. “Well” he said all business “I just have to lay the top and I’m done”. Cas picked up a ball of pastry and a rolling pin and began to roll the dough.

Dean looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, he could always sleep tomorrow. Cutting his losses Dean stepped forward and held his hands out to Cas and asked “So, what can I do?” brightly.

 Cas smiled whilst reading his recipe book “Nothing”. He went to the oven and switched it on figuring out how to set the temperature.

 Dean ignored him and went to go read the recipe taking rolling up the sleeves of his dressing gown and picked up the rolling pin.

 “Well as long as you don’t make me wear an apron, I want to help” Dean chuckled brandishing the rolling pin like a weapon to an invisible enemy. Cas turned from the oven and immediately strode over to Dean plucking the rolling pin from him and putting it back down on the counter 

“No Dean, this is my surprise for you”

 Dean rolled his eyes good naturedly “Not much of a surprise anymore though is it” and he went to pick up the pie to have a better look.

“Dean!” Cas barked slapping Dean's hands away. He moved behind the hunter placing both hands firmly on Dean's shoulders and herding him towards the kitchen table.

 “Either sit here or you can go to bed” Cas insisted. Dean wondered why it was so important that Cas did this on his own but he could see from the determined set of his eyes that it was so Dean just shrugged grinning.

 “Well I can’t just leave you here by yourself so you can burn down the house” he tipped his head to the side “well, bunker” he amended. If Dean was being honest he was only half joking…

 “Well sit, and stay” Cas ordered bossily, pointing a warning finger at Dean who raised his hand into a mock salute “Aye aye Captain Cas”

  So” Dean asked “How’s heaven” fiddling with a discarded teaspoon. Cas shrugged “The same as usual”.

 Grunting derisively Dean said “So still a bunch of douchebags then”

 “Dean!” Cas admonished. He very much agreed with Dean but the other angels were his family so he at least pretended to feel a small speck of outrage out of loyalty the them.

 “Yeah yeah, Cas, I know you agree with me” he smirked disregarding Cas’s disingenuously offended sentiment.

 Cas looked at Dean trying not to grin, the man certainly knew him well.

“That's irrelevant” Cas said causing Dean to laugh in triumph that he was right after all. Any argument Cas might have made left him at the sight of Dean's carefree laugh and the way playful excitement lit up the hunter's eyes and reminded Cas why he was doing what he was doing.

 Cas would make 1000 pies for Dean just to see that face one more time. And he hoped that this plan of his would ensure he did get to see it for the rest of his life.

 “There has been a large effort in heaven to get things running the way they used to” Cas said and held up a hand to Dean “Remember we had run things for a long time without God before the apocalypse started”.

 Dean frowned “And what does that have to do with you? He asked, annoyed. Dean didn't particularly care what happened in heaven and he was irritated that something so unimportant (to him at least) had taken his boyfriend away from him for a whole week.

 Cas grinned completely understanding without any words needing to be spoken why Dean sounded so sour.

 After so many years spent wasted being in love with Dean and never telling him the prospect of a week apart had just seemed unacceptable.

 Cas continued to lay the casing top onto his pie and began to seal the edges. “Charmeine- whose name actually means Angel of harmony actually- is one of the forerunners in charge”

 “And?” asked Dean.

 “She is trying to heal old wounds, I wasn’t completely forgiven you know, for the destruction I caused in heaven” Cas said whilst placing the finished pie in the oven and leaning against it arms crossed.

 “I did so much harm” Cas whispered deeply entrenched in the gruesome memories of his time as ‘God’.

 Dean stood up and crossed the kitchen to stand in front of Cas taking his chin in Dean's hand and tilting the angels face up to look him in the eyes. 

“That wasn’t you Cas, it was the souls” All traces of joking left Dean's face as he said “It was not your fault okay? Listen to me. It was not your fault”.

 Dean held Cas’s face in his hand not allowing the angel look away until he saw all traces of guilt and sadness dissolve from Cas’s eyes. Eventually he was satisfied as sorrow faded and was replaced by a small but meaningful smile of gratitude and love.

 It was so like Dean to just let him off the hook Cas thought, even like now when he did not deserve it. He couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have Dean.

  To distract Cas, Dean launched into telling him all about the week's hunt complete with rather graphic description an even a demonstration of how Dean had cut off two heads at the same time. This lasted until it was cooked and Cas pulled out a golden brown steaming pie out of the oven much to Dean's delight.

 “Would you look at that” Dean laughed messing up Cas’s hair with his hand “It actually looks edible, hell it even looks good”.

 “Thank you, Dean.” Cas smiled “Come on, bedtime for the human”.

 “What are we not going to try this masterpiece?” Dean protested and Cas laughed.

“No Dean” He said firmly that's for tomorrow and dean looked mollified - pie for breakfast sounded pretty good. Dean yawned widely and nodded “Okay Cas” allowing the angel to take hold of his arm and steer him towards the door.

 Leaving the kitchen Cas allowed Dean to pass through first and paused just for a second to look back at the pie sitting on the counter. He smiled to himself and followed Dean down the corridor trying to dissipate to knot of excited tension in his stomach.

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The next morning Dean woke up and reached out an arm blindly feeling for Cas but the angel wasn’t there. He peeled open his eyes and glanced at the time. It was half eleven already so probably both Sam and Cas had gotten up. He stretched out yawning then got out of bed pulling on some socks then he headed down the corridor.

 Both Cas and Sam were in the kitchen, Cas squinting at a newspaper and Sam cutting up fruit to make a smoothie.

 “Mornin” Dean said loudly as he sauntered into the kitchen. For a guy used to four hours of sleep every couple of days he felt great. Cas immediately looked up with a deer in the headlights face of badly disguised horror. Dean raised his eyebrow to ask now what was wrong but Sam spoke first.

 “I see you too have been busy” he said with a bemused face gesturing at the pie. “When did this happen? Why?”.

 Dean rolled his eyes “Oh yeah, its Cas’s new thing, midnight baking. You didn’t hear anything? He asked in surprise.

 Sam shook his head “Nope”

 “Speaking of your late-night activities Cas where’s all the mess” Dean looked around at the spotless kitchen and Cas just looked at him “I cleaned it”.

Dean nodded “Well okay, great” and walked over to the coffee pot pouring himself a cup of black coffee.

  He then went to sit at the table on a corner next to Cas. “What are you reading?” he asked looking over Cas’s shoulder.

 “War, crime, the usual” Cas replied and Dean nodded

“Yeah sounds about right, well that's humans for you” he muttered holding his coffee in both hands to warm them up.

 Cas got up and went over to the counter “Breakfast?” He asked Dean hesitantly.

 “Yeah sure, sounds good” Dean grinned back making an effort not to look nervous, the pie had looked okay yesterday but he knew Cas’s only judgement of taste was how much something tasted of molecules for Christ’s sake.

  Cas returned with a medium slice of pie - which Dean was very thankful for just in case it wasn’t edible- and Dean went to take the plate but Cas pulled it out of his reach and instead set it down on the table. He then sat down and pulled the coffee cup out of Deans hands pulling them both between his own hand. The feel of Dean calloused hunter skin under his helped to calm Cas’s beating heart which was pounding furiously.

“Dean” Cas spoke softly “I wanted to tell you how much truly appreciate and love having you with me. The last week was honestly one of the hardest times of my life and it reminded me of how I was before I met you, alone and unsure. You both have become my family and I never want to have to leave you again. I love you more than I have ever loved anything in my life, you are the most beautiful thing to me and when I look at you I see exactly why they call it Gods perfect creation.”

Dean stared at Cas slack jawed at this unexpected declaration. Of course, he had already known it but to hear Cas say everything he felt like that caused Deans heart to swell with joy.

Clearly Sam had not been prepared for the monologue either and he was looking between Cas and Dean wearily. “Should I leave?” he asked.

Cas turned to smile at Sam releasing Deans hands and sitting back in his chair “Definitely not Sam, you are part of my family too”.

Sam smiled weakly back, pleased Cas considered him family but not sure If he wanted to stay if Cas was just going to start spouting romantic soliloquies.

Dean looked over Cas’s face tenderly “I love you too Cas and I never want you to leave either, you know that”. Instead of agreeing Cas looked pointedly down at the pie

“Eat” he instructed and Dean did taking his fork and shoving a large bite in his mouth. It really wasn’t half bad he thought smiling encouragingly at Cas who really seemed much more nervous than the situation warranted.

Until Dean bit down on something solid. Something metal. “What the hell?” He mumbled, mouth still full of pie and he pulled out the offending object. Cas demurely handed Dean a tissue so he cleaned off the pie and his heart almost missed a beat. A ring.

A plain silver band with an inscription on the inside “I’d rather have you-”. Reading that Dean mentally finished the sentence, “-cursed or not”. He couldn’t respond, frozen in place feeling his face melt into a smile and his eyes prickle with tears.

Sam came over to see better what had happened “What is it?” he asked. In response Castiel got up off his chair and kneeled down in front of Dean looking him in the eyes, losing his surrounding s as he sunk into the bright green pools.

From behind them there was a quiet gasp of Sam but otherwise silence as Cas waited for Deans response, smiling up reassuringly. Dean voice came out raw and ragged but saturated with so much happiness as he managed a simple “Yes”.

Dean stood up grabbing Cas’s wrists to pull him up with him and then placed both hands on Cas’s chest. He rested their foreheads together and whispered again “Yes”. Castiels face lit up with jubilation and elation.

It was a look of victory, a righteous angel burning with the fire of pure joy that his hunter had given him his heart to keep forever. They both spent several minutes just wrapped in each other’s arms thinking only one word.

Mine.

 I hope you guys liked it!

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Logan's Costume Changes In Every Phases Of Wolverine Movie (Best to Worst)

Logan hit cinemas now, there has never been a better time to obsess mutant symbol "Wolverine" was that says "bub". In this article, the goal is to focus on the segments. Wolvie, played by Hugh Jackman 99% of the time and Troye Sivan following X-Men Origins opening: Wolverine had his fair share of facts during his long life, big screen, tasteless Natty up. The black leather is how it all started, with the first X-Men fun movie "yellow spandex" a snarky line of dialogue. Years later, the legend came very close to a U-turn this. And, interestingly enough, the trend of super leather suits dropped a good deal over the same period. Each is the favorite Logan of his 17-year career in the theater they seek, and have decided to sort the suit are the signature of each film and some of the other notable ensembles that have appeared only a brief. Here, each costume is rated best Wolverine film getting worse. 1. YELLOW SPANDEX! (The WOLVERINE Scene Deleted)

And finally a little trap: never again see the yellow comic copy on the big screen, because it was in favor of cutting the Wolverine, the last part of the film, rationalize. First Yukio that Logan's suit is on the level before the final credits: Logan opened a suitcase, threw Technicolor clothes and raised an eyebrow at Yukio. The scene can be seen on YouTube. It may not be an officer, then the garrison, but this is something of pure beauty. After all the uniforms, leather jackets and misaligned Western magic, it is a pleasure to see what would stand the position of a purist comic about Wolverine costume in the form of live action. Maybe one day, when Logan's role is a makeover and extravagant costumes have become acceptable as a miracle, we see Wolverine with all his yellow glory on the big screen. James Mangold is not really interested in it, so if it ever happens, it will not be for a while. However, this fact is not used - with all its beautiful textures and precise comic colors - it is the best you will get.

2. Look worn Jacket (X-MEN)

As much as the original leather uniform was great, he gave us not to say as a sign about Logan as Professor X, who gave him too late X-Men. No doubt used before the Hugh Jackman costume which, when introduced correctly after the topless fighting cage, is more important. The first appearance of the film Wolverine consisted of a brown leather jacket, denim jacket, an old brown shirt and black shirt. It also has an old West-esque belt and worn jeans. (It's no different than your Logan cowboy costume actually.) It's a well maintained and outdated whole, suggesting that Logan is a man who does not care much about his appearance, and gently hinting that it was more than expected. When Logan first encounters Vampira, with her in the bar among puffs on his cigar grunts, you immediately get a sense of who that person is. It could be great fight, but you have nothing to fight. Not important enough. The clothes he wears help give that impression. The first action was of great importance Wolverine - I set the tone for the character, his cinematic journey of 17 years always started on the right foot - and is also one of the best.

3. UNIFORM LEATHER FIRST (X-MEN)

Bryan Singer's first 2000 Wolverine X-Men divisor uniform, is certainly still the best they've come with. Along with the cast of the Jackman role, Wolverine redefined for a film group. The animal was short and yellowish rage comics gone, and instead an Australian actor was 6'2 '' a mysterious amnesiac with claws and a leather suit suit. The idea was to tie the yellow jacket inspired to do enough to show that the filmmakers and designers were not playing thoroughly the comic canon. Two on the neck, one on each handle and the belt buckle: Hammered was this respect for the home material of no less than five X symbols. In addition, shoulder and arm padding in this first uniform is more like that of a motorcycle jacket, the useless-to-the-love-of-it texturing that came after. This is the costume that made the movie buffs Wolverine serious, and made sure that the comic book fans were kept happy. A master clock, actually. 4. All Black ALL (THE WOLVERINE)

Nothing says "this is waste cooler and less than the last Wolverine movie 'enough to make its protagonist in a black suit plonking everyone.What is surprising is how well it works because it sounds so extravagant as old socks On paper, as a deliberate attempt to make the film look grumpy and grown up. The reality of Hugh Jackman all in black, Wolverine Sport slightly flattened hair, claws stained with blood, is really unbelievably cool. He catered very well to the idea of Logan as a samurai and separates the effect of heavy leather vest / vest glasses we had seen before. Logan's views on a suit and tie should be shocking, but in fact it's one of the less grating elements of The Wolverine. It is certainly a better idea of the villain to give a shiny mech silver suit. This elegant selection is ideal for Japanese expedition Logan's suit, and his funeral reflected the dark morbid (though ultimately uncooked) morbid themes about Logan's desire to die and the death that follows.

5. Future Game (X-Men: Days of Future PAST)

The Board decided to pay the leather X-Men: Days of Future Past, designed a really amazing Wolverine costume run. Instead of the elegance of the old uniforms, Jackman has a promise of more tactical appearance that seems to be a bit more bulletproof than elegant. It has metal parts, and padding protection. It looks ready for battle. It also has blue and yellow manga, provides a return to the cartoon and cartoon series. Longtime character fans have a kick out of this design decision, and creates a brighter than the previous films of the X-Men, without compromising the integrity of Wolverine sand suit compromise. Unfortunately, it was not much with the future version of Wolverine. He was sent back to the past and then accused of lying to the rest of the film. But even this action is a great mix of cinema, realism and color comics. 6. SECOND LEATHER UNIFORM (X2: X-Men United)

What a difference a belt buckle makes. In many ways - the black color, textured shoulder pads, yellow lining - this is the same suit he wore Hugh Jackman X-Men: The Last Stand. But the X2: X-Men United version somehow manages to be much better. The differences are minimal, but they make a big difference. A yellow X badge on the belt buckle adds a bit more fun and a bit of respect to the comic show, and it looks like it could be different shades that are used in black leather sections. The X through Pecs Jackman certainly seems to be a bit more than he did in the next movie. The yellow lining also goes a little farther, shoulders, arms and abdomen accentuate more than the latest version of the brace. X2 is undoubtedly the best film X-Men Wolverine Magistrale in terms of material and has a strong fit equipment.

7. snazzy shirt and jacket 70S (X-Men: Days of Future PAST)

A suit does not always have a deep and meaningful history to win our hearts. Sometimes, just look as cool as hell. This is the ambience that 1970's Wolverine costume shines on in X-Men: Days of Future Past. It's really just a generic suit period, but Ronin's evil takes it so well. After all these years in black Hugh Jackman watch uniforms, waistcoats and leather jackets, it was a shock to the system to see something as colorful and playful as this. The funk standard shirt, collar collar, humungous belt and funky buckle is a striking phrase. If you with some of the finest hairstyles of the franchise and clutches of Pre-Stryker bone match everything, you have a really impressive look. In this film, change in the past have focused on, changing Jackman in the past was a real highlight.

8. SANS COWBOY (Logan)

For reasons that do not leave spoiler reasons to protect Western films - especially film Shane George Stevens 1953 - play a major role in Logan. Wolverine, of course, he always had the air of a lonely old western gunslinger in him, and Logan makes some interesting ones about this idea of building moves. One way to do this is, Logan dressing up with the outfit - a black T-shirt under a royal blue shirt under a brown jacket, literally score on a cowboy display. It does not choose to resign, but if you ever choose Logan this equipment, it can be read as growing as a sign. In addition to his dull workwear, Logan decides to dress up as a cowboy conscious. Unwritten words, but the implication is that he is willing to embrace a heroic identity. There can not be an X-Man, but you can still do good in the world. They may not be the most prominent Logan topics, but what makes this set represent important.

9. WOLVERINE Weapon X (X-Men: Apocalypse)

Except for the X-Men: First Class Cameo Bar and footage of Hugh Jackman's face in Deadpool, this scene in X-Men: Apocalypse, the shortest time Wolverine spent on screen in a X-movie. Was imitating the sketch created by this brief carnage. The city, with red eyes, the filmmaker must be intriguing looked but experimental comic readers recognized as an allusion to comic book Weapon X written in 1991 and illustrated by Barry Windsor-Smith. It is a simplified version of the suit as drawn - Comics to contain an integral head helmet with a Cyclops-like eye window - but the number was evident. In terms of practicality, it is discussed just one step up from the jeans-on-a-suit vest. You have to worry about the poor Wolvie when it works in the snow will use only a few cuts, a harness and a technical device. But still, it looks good. And that's the main thing, is not it?

10. GENERIC WORKWEAR (Logan)

It's something to see incredibly sad, Logan dressed in a poorly washed shirt and an ill fitting jacket, his hair and beard scruffy. It's like seeing an old friend at work unchanged and scruffy stumbled, the morning after a Christmas party at the office, which got out of hand. Except, of course, Logan is the whole society that has gone a little wrong. Here is the iconic hero Hugh Jackman is in a constant state of hangover line work even more difficult could not be created. There are only mutants, the X-Men have cartoon characters, and the most powerful heroes on Earth had come down to get a normal job. Working for Uber post-apocalyptic is a depressing life in Logan's big screen chapter, and this is the carefree and glamorous suit you fit. It may not be cool, but it's perfect for the opening of the latest Wolverine look grim movie. 11. UNIFORM LEATHER THIRD (X-Men: The Final Clash)

Best official uniforms Wolverine this is the especially gentle number of X-Men:. The Last Stand It is painfully simple, looking almost identical to all others with its black color and unnecessary textures around its shoulders. Beast, short lines and a proper X sleeves emblem have the only decent uniform on the film. The rest of the team gets the same standard edition of the gummy garbage, with the least hint of color for some of the seams. Wolvie had a yellow chest X, for example, but it's subtly that can only be seen in the finished film. Undoubtedly, this is the point when Leathersuits feel fresh stopped. Could have something a little more colorful things lively but fans had to wait until X-Men: First Class to. However, it is a fine line between the precision of modern comics and stepping acceptance. Purple Horror Psylocke X-Men: Apocalypse definitely proved that it can go too far towards the comics as The Last Stand showed that the source material can ignore for a long time to be annoying.

12. The view of LUMBERJACKMAN (X-Men Origins: Wolverine)

He is a woodcutter and well, his wife was not killed by mistake today. Undoubtedly the best Wolverine worst film costume (as the rest of his X-Men leather jacket never looked good), this tree-block set says a lot about the state of Logan's psyche at this point in the movie. For the first time Logan is at peace when in the woods. He works hard for a peaceful, working trees instead of cutting people for a change. It is in the garden of nature and really has a purpose in bleeding. Good for him. The plaid flannel shirt may mean a bit about the shape of the nose that since they were pictures of Logan felled trees enough would take away the view. However, it has grown to look great and significant than a vest, jeans or dress. Another easy for cosplayers, too.

13. COWBOYS and a jacket (other films)

One step up a half-suit team is another incredibly common look for Logan: Combined Jeans and Vest that if counted the minutes of the entire franchise, there may be more than the current X-Men uniforms are worn. A hand for lazy people, it is also very easy for fancy parties to recreate. That's exactly why this fact with the character has become synonymous with a bit of mystery. Maybe it's because it presents the hero Hugh Jackman as a humble man who likes beer among the superpowers to sit spectacular on a plateau with a few cans. Or maybe it's because it's cheap to repeatedly play for the costume department with additional blood splashes and bullet holes per movie. Curiosity: X-Men: The Last Stand, seems to have its own Wolvie vest of renewable energy. They were called peaks in the forest for life, ripping holes in their beloved huge piece of sleeveless clothing, but in the next scene, the holes disappeared. Or Logan has super powers or carries a spare. 14. Only minimal equipment (other films)

It would be at least a free topless scene Hugh Jackman a Wolverine movie without. Pants, but nothing about what is the most common form of filmmakers in his X-Film without shirt shirtless goat, but you could forget the time that the whole pig was and had a completely naked Logan lake alkaline leak and jump into a waterfall In X- Men Origins: Wolverine? The look of the denim shirt is not just a suit, but it is worn so many times that it has been the inclusion here worthy. And what is lacking in style and protection against the elements, the balanced over the laundry costs. Is performing heart surgery on himself at Wolverine, after his scars on Logan, and shot several times, after a bed of air on the license X-Men-Wolverine successfully changed his dry cleaning functions on numerous occasions: Days of Future Past opting to get rid of his shirt for a scene or two. He is the best at what he does and what he does is his abs.

15 Children's Dress (X-Men Origins: Wolverine)

X-Men Origins: Wolverine began his inelegant to delegitimize his previously enigmatic protagonists from the outside, with Troye Sivan the role of an opening salvo save sum, the too many whining incredibly fast climbing patricide disease inadvertently. You must have noticed the choice of clothing for this young James Howlett, which contributed significantly to the feeling that the opening of Wolvie was eroded. Yes, before immortal Wolverine was in the heart of the aggressor X-Men, who was a child who needs a white pajama haircut and a red robe. You see, even if it lacked you severely cold, the story was to show how James was different before the journey began his hero. To be called before the Weapon X program came, he was just an ordinary young man; Able to wear and wear adorable nightwear and kill his father like the rest of us.

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