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superlinn02 · 3 years ago

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Polkadot man x fem reader (part 1)

Obs:this story doesn't contain any mentions of she or her but it is implied that you start at the female part of the prison just like ratchatcer

Info:this will probably have some spelling mistakes because English is not my first language. This story might not be great because it's my first in awhile. Thanks for understanding

You shouldn't be here, you didn't fit in here. Well at least that's what you think, the ones that put u in this God forsaken prison seemed to think otherwise. I men sure you killed a cupel of people but they were gonna kill you first they just didn't get the chance.

Either way now you were stuck in this shit hole, not that living in the streets of Gotham were much better but at least you where free there. Here you were still the outcast you were out in Gotham, no friends and people acted like you didn't exist but that was all you had ever known so you didn't mind too much.

But then the day came, Waller walked in and apparently you were now part of a team. They all looked like idiots in your opinion well at least the ones you have meet so far, peacemaker, bloodsport and king Shark you thought their names were. Cleo you already knew of, not that u had ever talked to her,and that was it you thought until Waller backtracked to the guys wing again.

The man in front of u looked sad and if the eyes truly were the window's too one's soul, his showed everything about him at least to you. The frown on your face was probably very visible when you realized that all the information you were gonna get about this man was that they call him polkadot man. How was that fair even you had gotten more of an introduction and their really wasn't much to say.

The debriefing came and went and now you were sat between cleo and Abner krill as you learnt his name was in the helicopter. It was pretty awkward and your social awkwardness didn't help at all so you let the others handel the talking.

"so what do we do when we land?" it was Cleo asking.

"we won't land, we are gonna jump into the water. Less noise." peacemaker answered fast. One could easily tell he wanted to be the leader but had to deal with not getting his way.

Abner hadn't really talked efter telling you all his name but then again neither had you. But hearing the word swimming made that change real quick.

"whoa! whoa! Hold up nobody said anything about swimming!" you quickly stated before anyone could change subject again.

"yes, you have a problem with that?" this time it was bloodsport that answered.

"no, I just don't like getting wet." you said while looking at your hands. You didn't really want anyone of these "super villians" to know you were a bad swimmer.

You didn't get to dwell on it for too long however because in the corner of your eye you saw a small movement. You shifted so you could get a closer look at what was happening only to see Abner trying his best to hide something on his neck.

You were about to ask him if he was okay but before you could get the chance it was time to get in the water. It went surprisingly well, at least thats what you thought. You probably looked like you were in fact drowning, but at least you made it. You all made it to the shoore and went on to make camp.

You were at the back of the group on the way to your camp spot and that's when you saw it. Abner neck had a bump, that wasn't the weird thing however, nope the weird thing was that it was glowing a in your opinion quite beautiful blue.

"hey, are you okay?" you wisper to him. You didn't wanna make a big deal out of it, but something in you at least wanted to make sure he was okay.

He seemed to freeze up before a quick yes escaped his lips and he continued walking without so much as looking at you.

It may have seemed rude to others but you didn't mind. He seems like a withdrawn kind of person but so were you so you completely understood. However, much to your dismay and probably Abners too the others in your little group also noticed what had happened to Abner.

"hey! What happened to your face?" peacemaker asked seeming more concerned over himself other than Abner.

"it's just a rash" it came out fast and quiet, as if Abner were scared that if he talked louder something bad would happen.

"that's a rash?!" it was peacemaker again seemingly more self concerned then before.

Not much more was said about the subject and that seemed to please Abner. You however was curious now and hade to at least try and get him to talk to you. There was something about him that was drawing you in, something that actually made you want to get to know him be his friend. Hmm a friend now that wasn't something you had a lot of.

The campsite was not much of a campsite at all but you felt it better to keep your mouth shut. But this felt like the perfect moment to get to know Abner or anyone in this squad for that matter. However when you turn to look for Abner he was gone, probably took the first opportunity that he got to get away a bit. So you decided to see what Cloe aka ratchatcer 2 was up too.

Not before long everyone except you seemed to be sleeping. You were sitting on a log staring at the scenery when a rustel startled you. Your eyes snapped to Abners sleeping bag only to see that the bumps hade been growing and started to disform his pretty face... Wait pretty? When was that something you thought about anyone? Maybe being doomed to die did something to you.

But you didn't get to dwell on it for too long because as quickly as he hade moved he had moved on to the bushes right besides your camp. You were thinking about going after him and make sure he was okay but you didn't even get the chance to stand up before a rainbow of sorts seemed to be coming frome the bush.

Without even noticing you where sneeking closer and closer to what you assumed was Abner. You got about halfway there before he came back out looking exactly like at the prison before you left,well expect he had his undershirt on instead of his costume.

"are you okay? And I don't want you to brush it off this time." in hindsight you maybe sounded a little demanding but you didn't like death so you wanted to make sure.

"yes, I comes with my powers. It won't infect you I promise." his answer shocked you. Had nobody cared about him and just asked because they were scared? That didn't sit right with you at all.

"I wasn't asking because I was afraid, I was asking because I don't want you dead." you said that and then immediately regretted it. You didn't meen to sound so concerned and scared but in truth you were, so you guessed that was the reason.

However neither you nor Abner didn't get to think on it, because one of your team mates tried to eat another one of your team mates. The shark still scared you a bit but he seemed to agree to not eat you so it was a step in the right direction. That didn't mean you weren't taking precautions, you took your sleeping bag and moved it to where Abner was sleeping.

In the morning you were surprised to wake up to brown eyes watching you. It didn't make you uncomfortable at all, it made you feel seen and in a weird kinda way you hoped he would look at you more. But he didn't seem the kind to like eye contact.

The moment however was quickly broken by bloodsport yelling to get up and get our asses on the move. Apparently we were to find someone named Rick Flag. The camp he was being held at wasn't to far away and when you got there you weren't surprised that bloodsport and peacemaker were having some kind of killing contest.

You didn't do much because of your dislike to killing people so while they were brutally making their way through camp you quietly followed after. But you got wreckless and when you though everyone was dead you went out in the open. That was your mistake because a second later you heard guns clocking and people saying stuff you couldn't understand. You really thought this was it your last time on earth your last living moment, and your eyes went to his. At the time you didn't know why but it felt right.

His eyes weren't on you tho, no they were focused on something behind you. Before you knew what was happening he moved and stretched out his arms. Out of them came what you could only discribe as polkadots, quite beautiful if you got to say so.

You could only hear the comotion behind you and then the world was quiet again. Your eyes never left him and you could only wagly hear peacemakers comment about the polkadots. You desperately wanted to thank Abner in whatever way you could. But the moment was cut short by Abner himself.

"sorry it's so flamboyant" was all he said still not really looking at anyone.

"I think it's beautiful" you heard yourself say. You wanted to smack your hand over your mouth but the words had already left so what was the point.

Everyone else didn't really seem too care and quickly went to check on flag. And when you also started to turn around and leave, you chought his eyes again but only for a moment. You could feel your cheeks getting warm at that, damn him and his pretty eyes! But that also when you heard it, so quiet but still there.

"do you really mean that?" it was Abner, still behind you but seemingly closer.

"Of course I do, I may be the bad guy but a lier I am not." you said while turning to face him again. When you saw his face again you gave him a smal smile but a genuine one, then turned around to meet this new person you had never herd of before.

#polka dot man #Polkadot man x reader #Polka-dot man x reader #Polka-dot man #abner krill #I am a superhero #X reader #Suicide squad #The suicide squad

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batarangsoundsdumb · 4 years ago

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yet another ask dump yeehaw!

do you ever think that jay's mother was one of those bitch who believes in horoscope and tarots and things like that and so he believes in these things too, or it is just me projecting?

sheila haywood took one look at jason's birthchart said 'nah this won't do' and left.

Wait, but what happens when the justice league does find out that Bruce and John fucked? Lmao it sounds like it would be hilarious, really, I don’t want a justice league that doesn’t make fun of Bruce for like his entire life.

barry runs out of the meeting immediately and comes back with an entire sti testing kit. diana fully seriously wants bruce to get tested while bruce is sitting there like 'come on guys, you're being ridiculous, i already checked twice'

john is standing in the corner clearly offended while bruce is just like 'don't even say anything, constantine, you fucked a shark'

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

on the one hand, good for him, on the other hand, bro, how do you still have a secret identity when your superhero name is just your last name,,,,

Your fic on ao3 was GOLD PLEASE CONTINUE I loved Dinah's cameo btw ( @purple-vixen

thanks so much! i already continued but this ask is like 10 years old because i'm a notorious procrastinator (also yes! i love dinah so much aahhhhhhhhhhhh)

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

bruce internally: holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit bruce externally: get out of my city, alien

AHHH ur multimedia fic is the only thing that brings me happiness anymore continue it forever pls

uhh thanks, but can't continue it forever because my attention span is that of a toddler on crack on a good day and i can't function without at least 10 things going on at the same time and music in the background

Oi, so I'm getting into dc and watching batman the animated series, and they use fruitcake a lot. Which I thought was very funny and wanted to share w you - Denilla

wait like fruitcake (food) or fruitcake (derogatory) ?

young justice 🤝 teen titans slut shaming batman

tim drake and dick grayson to their respective teams 'you guys stop it, that's my dad'

Happyhoganon: If an eighty year old Batman had fought crime in Gotham City for decades and the only threats to him and the city lately are a wheel chair bounded Penguin, your usual purse snatchers and a few con artists popping up every now and then, how well could the Dark Knight do in maintaining the peace in Gotham despite him being just somewhat fit to do that as an elderly man (which says A LOT given how old he is)

uhh he'll probably do what my grandpa does and that is ruthlessly prank them until they die of shame.

in the death in the family interactive movie there's an ending where Jason is tasked with raising Damian and he decides he's gonna raise Damian to take down the waynes and al ghuls which uh maybe isn't great BUT the idea of Jason raising Damian... PRICELESS. CHAOTIC. I just need more people to know about this :)

yes i saw that wow holy shit but jason would accidentally drop damian on his head one (1) hour in and jason just yeets him into the lazarus pit.

Headcanon: The Penguin has a really hard time fighting any of the Robins because of his avian obsession means there's always a small part of his mind that's like "Birb. Child. Protect" ( @subspacecadet )

as soon as dick becomes nightwing the penguin is like 'you know what, fuck this dude' and shoots at him.

Y'all talking about King Shark dating Constantine, let's not forget about John literally hooking up with Satan

listen there's a clear difference between monsterfucker and satanfucker in that king shark is literally a shark and satan still looks like a normal dude

Does everyone in Gotham think Batman is a teen dad?

everyone in gotham thinks batman has been around since gotham was founded, but they do think that bruce wayne is actually a teen father and dick grayson's biological dad.

why. why would you do that fancast when you know it will only hurt people

what? i loved my fancast it was really well done. i did it with good representation in mind and i really managed that with alfred pennyworth being ✨italian✨

Seeing james charles a jason gave me psychic damage how dare you i need to wash my eyes

well that's a you problem isn't it?

do you think dick grayson thirst tweets about nightwing just to annoy his family/cause problems on purpose in general?

he thinks nightwing is hot, next question.

holy jiminy cricket batman, its as cold as the good lords ass crack in here!!

i- what? this is why i don't fuck with english expressions it's way too goddamn weird

Brooooooo, your teen dad!Bruce au is soooo good. I've got brainrot.

Honestly if you ever write anymore, I'd read that shit twice. Sign me the fuck up. Good stuff, Good Stuff.

uh yeah i'm thinking about writing a fic, but i have exams coming up and i don't wanna fail because that would suck. but after i'll certainly be writing more tho

your teen dad AU is so great! bruce acting like a big brother for all of like a week before he's telling everyone about his son. what if in the AU dick meets the JL because they need to rescue him? maybe he's in trouble/kidnapped at a gala and bruce starts calling for JL. clark finds him and has to fly with dick to bring him home - that's how dick and clark meet and superman becomes dick's fave hero. he goes around the manor thinking he can fly with a red blanket draped around him like a cape.

actually- if you want a young dad! bruce fic with like that kinda stuff(just with damian) go check uhh- in for a penny by cdelphiki. it's really good and bruce is like 24/25-ish. (and dick's there!!!)

This account has solely convinced me that Tim is a trash goblin ( @hamilcat-and-magic-turtle )

because he is. that boy has slept in dumpsters on multiple occasions even if he is the son of a billionaire.

Okay but when you said victory dance I did think of the whole justice league defeating the big bad and then they all start flossing

well that's exactly what hal jordan does and that's why batman uses a gun now. no but the victory dance in my opinion is like the 'we're all in this together' dance from high school musical.

The horrors in Invincible s1 was nothing compared to the comics, I cant wait for s2

oh well okay, i mean i personally react to horror and violence by laughing awkwardly so i can't wait to be called a monster for accidentally laughing at a mass murder.

I'm currently watching Batman: The Brave and The Bold and- Bruce is just talking about Oliver like he's an old love (@nightwings-kid)

okay im going to watch that lmao that's totally and completely in character for him tho.

The invincible comic is like super gratuitous with its violence so much so I'm shocked the show was able to adapt it in a faithful way! Anyway had the show been live action it absolutely wouldn't have the same impact as it does as an animated show and I'm so glad so many people agree with me on that

also because a live action casting would've been like uhh amanda stenberg for amber, the dude- the guy from the supernatural but with a mustache for omni-man, and scarlet johanssen for debbie grayson

Debbie grayson is a milf, yes. You're welcome for the invincible propoganda, now you can questions your life. Bruce def seems like the perfect father next to Omni-man. Like they really took a rip off justice league and I was like well, now I'm attached even tho I was like hah I know who they're supposed to be. And then bam- death gore death gore gore gore sad Mark grayson just had to have daddy issues. Why does every character have daddy issues. I'm sick of the attacks

because daddy issues make a person arguably funnier, that's why i'm not even remotely funny (haha good dad flex). i liked that it was dark contextually, but not in the colouring, bc i hate when it's like 'uh yeah graphic murder and now a shot so dark you have to sit in a dark room and squint at the screen to faintly see the characters. (like dcau ugh)

About the Wayne insurance, for a moment I thought you would put the video with moans over the waves.

i mean- i could've done that, but rick rolling seemed more family friendly.

Its the first time in forever that im surpise rickrolled, i usually expect it. Congratulations (i really should know better this is tumblr)

i get rickrolled so often but i actually like the song so i dont really give a fuck

Actually, my information about Damian and John's kids is outdated because it was revealed that the old men telling the kids stories about the Supersons were actually Jon and Damian the whole time. I was blinded by my thirst for Grandpa!Bruce Wayne but I was wrong... I liked my version better, tbh (@artemisa97)

fair enough. but i'd honestly like to see damian and jon getting together, just because it's a really fun dynamic and their friendship was really cute when they were kids. (also idk maybe it would be nice to have one (1) main batfam/superfam character that's not cishet)

How am i JUST finding your blog skdskfkd you're so fucking funny and ur takes are hot

i thought u were calling me hot :( but youre not :( crime detected (but lmao thanks)

So I have depression and I swear that your memes are one of the few things that have made me laugh so thank you 💛🥺 (@katekanebadass)

aw you're welcome, and i hope you're doing okay!

The metropolis memes are so funny, I love them 💀😌

i think metropolis is also so fucking funny it deserves more attention imagine having your entire police force being upstaged by an alien from kansas and his kids

as an american i feel your complete lack of knowledge of us geography is just so sexy (platonic) ❤️

thanks so much (i also don't know any other geography, i'm not kidding, like you can tell me you're from hungary and it will just blank, there will be nothing that comes to mind)

In the DC universe they don't say "Can't have shit in Detroit" they say "Can't have shit in Gotham"

this just reminds me of that guy whose porch got stolen like the steps to his door, and i'm thinking of people living in gotham and waking up without a front door and going "can't have shit in gotham"

honestly all i know about chicago is the bean, so. what would gotham's famous sculpture be?

gigantic gargoyle statue in front of one of the police precincts because a villain thought it was a smart way to keep the police inside, but it's too heavy to move.

why tf do people go on about how batman "works alone" or how he's the "lone wolf" when he like 38290202 members in his family

bc people think it's cool that a grown man in his 30s has no friends or family instead of calling it what it is (sad)

Bruce is gotham's sugar daddy

why would say something so controversial yet so brave.

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

dick: gerard way are you in position, gerard way are you in position

tim: for the last fucking time, my codename is 'totally not count olaf' this week, abbafan 3000

dick: shut up my codename isn't 'abbafan 3000'

dick: it's 'abbafan number 1' and you know it

I have a feeling Tim drake is ur favourite batfamily member but okay u don't have favs if u say so ok

i mean he is, i won't deny it. but i love each and every one of the batfam just the same, i just have a weak spot for short dumbass nerds, because i'm a short dumbass nerd.

Omg i fuckin love boy meets world too fam shsjkfk

bro boy meets world was the shit!!! it was just fire and awesome and so fucking great like bro. it was so good im not even going to be accepting criticism

you know I find the whole "joker completes batman" thing a bit disgusting considering the horrendous stuff the batfamily went through because of the joker and let's not get started on the "joker has a point" thing like yeah he's this cool complex villain but he's absolutely batshit crazy

like yes! i get what you mean the joker just fucking sucks man he doesn't do shit for batman's character or the batfam he's literally just annoying as fuck. like the joker has a point' shit is so stupid. i will accept 'magneto was right' because he fucking was and i think he didn't do anything wrong, but joker? he's just like that. he's not even cool and complex he's just a weirdo with a bleach kink at this point.

ALSO YOUR RACISM POST- SO TRUE BESTIE

thanks bestie, i'm glad you agree.

in today's essay of why I think cass should become batman- I was thinking Tim would probably be the most efficient batman in many ways but I also think he wouldn't want to be batman tbh none of the batfamily members would want to be batman because they're trying to outgrow him but cass is the one who wants to represent the symbol that is batman

absofuckinglutely i will say it again and again that cass represents the batsymbol more than anyone in the batfam, in batgirl (2000) she literally didn't care about anything else than bruce's oath to not kill, she thought the batsymbol was more important than anything in gotham. she's just an excellent character because her motivation to not kill is not 'i'm scared i can't come back from it' or 'well my dad says no murder so i'll go along with it' but that she's killed somebody as a young child and she never wants to kill a human ever again and that's so fucking beautiful for a new batman like yes.

need more cass, duke and tim inclusion in gothamite memes

yes yes, a tall order of cass, duke and tim coming up in 1-14 business days

oldest to youngest batfam members cus I'm confused as shit

okay order of being taken in: dick, jason, tim, cass, damian, duke order of age: alfred, bruce, dick, cass, jason, tim, duke, damian (though cass and jason are around the same age general consensus is that cass is a little older)

I'm so confused Steph is a redhead?? like how was it that hard to get this right? the source material is literally right there and free

cw is jared, 19

do you receive anon hate? if so, how do you deal with it

uh no, i'm not remotely popular enough to get anon hate and i also don't say a lot of things that would attract anon hate, but i do send anon hate to @the-real-peter-parker because he forgot about the specialists from winx club

Wait how many languages do you speak??

uhh- 5 if you include latin, but that's a dead language and i'm really bad at it. but english, my native language, german, and french also, tho german and french not fluently.

You can mix aguaepanela with aguardiente 😈 and is tasty

okay but now i'm curious if the liquor deserves the 😈 emoji or if that's a you problem. but i googled it and it looks like something you'd take one sip of and then not remember the rest of your evening.

#i love all of you guys so much thanks for all these asks #some of these are literally from march but fuck it #the day tumblr puts dates next to anon messages is the day i close my inbox crawl into a hole and die #it's such a basic task to answer asks but i don't want to bother anyone with asks clogging up their timeline #and if i don't have a funny or good answer i'm like 'uhh okay won't answer it now then'#so this is for you #also i deleted a few asks because it gives me mental pain to see my inbox go over 50 and it's almost at 100 #i was complaining about having too many asks to the-real-peter-parker like months ago and then i had 45 asks in my inbox #now it's amassed to going over 100 twice #but no i love all of you and you're great and you're all fantastic and i lvoe you #muchos kiss kiss #kiss kiss for my kiddies lvoe you #invincible spoilers #dc #dcu #dc comics #ask #anon #bataranswers #i really wanna try aguapanela now i'm gonna see if i can find panela somewhere and review it for you babes #uh yeah that's it #muchos gracias for all your questions babes

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walkerwords · 4 years ago

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“Thanking You” Negan & Judith

GIF CREDIT: https://blondiebirdie.com/2019/04/02/taking-a-bite-out-of-season-9-of-the-walking-dead/

Request from anonymous: Can u do something with Judith and Negan?? They are my fave duo right now

Summary: After saving Judith from the blizzard, Negan is injured and after Siddiq fixes him up, Judith pays Negan a visit to thank him for saving her and even asks him to tell her stories of her brother and her dad.

Word Count: 2899

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Rescue” by Lauren Daigle

Note: I love these two so much. Uncle Negan is superior and I don’t see many fics about this dynamic so I thought I would add to the pool. thank you for the request!

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The blizzard raged on as the members of Alexandria curled up by the roaring fire.

In the room across the house, a doctor checked on his patient. Siddiq cleaned and stitched up Negan’s leg, trying to be gentle as possible. Negan, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by the pulling and tugging of the needle as Siddiq put him back together. He had had worse in the past.

His eyes were on the ceiling as the doctor worked, trying not to think about how close he had come to losing her. Every time Negan shut his eyes he saw images of a frozen Judith Grimes, her lips blue, and her eyelashes coated in frost. He kept having to remind himself that she was safe, she was warm, and she was alive.

The past six years, all Negan could think about was keeping Judith safe. He couldn’t keep Carl away from the horrors of the new world, but he was going to make damn sure Judith Grimes would see the years well beyond her parents. He knew it wasn’t his job, but there was something about that kid that made him want to be a better man. It wasn’t even a question if he would die for her. Negan would lay down his life to make sure Judith Grimes lived and tonight he had done just that when he rushed into the blinding white snow to save her.

“That will have to do for tonight,” Siddiq whispered as he finished tying off the bandage. “I got the bleeding to stop, but we’ll need to get you to the infirmary tomorrow to properly take care of it.” In the soft light of the candles in Negan’s makeshift hospital room, Siddiq looked exhausted. Negan knew that the doctor had seen some horrendous things when Alpha had taken their people at the fair and he wondered if when Siddiq closed his eyes, he saw horrors as well.

“Thanks, Doc,” Negan said softly. Siddiq nodded to him, patting his leg slightly before grabbing his things and headed to the door, leaving Negan to get some sleep.

“Try not to move or you’ll rip the stitches,” Siddiq said as he turned the doorknob. Negan just nodded to him and went back to watching the shadows that danced on the ceiling.

Siddiq pushed quietly into the hallway and gently closed the door behind him. As he headed to the kitchen to clean up his tools, he ran into a small form as they snuck around the corner.

Judith Grimes, wrapped in a large blanket, looked up at him with her large brown eyes. In her hands was a small flashlight. Siddiq gave her a small smile and then nodded his head back towards where he came. Judith mirrored his expression and continued on her way towards Negan.

Siddiq saw what everybody else saw: Negan cared about Judith. Nobody could say he didn’t after tonight. He was the villain in everyone’s story but hers and Siddiq knew that if something were to happen to Negan, it would be like losing Rick all over again for Judith and god help anyone who put her in danger for Negan would not sleep until they were six feet under.

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Bundled up in her warm blanket, Judith pushed open the door of Negan’s room and stepped inside.

“You should be sleeping, Miss Grimes,” Negan said, turning his head to look at the young girl. Judith shut the door and went over to his bedside, clicking off the flashlight.

“How are you feeling?” Judith asked, examining the large bandage that covered his leg.

“Much better,” he said with a small smile. “Where’s the mutt?” He asked, noticing the lack of Daryl’s furry companion.

“He’s keeping RJ warm,” Judith explained as she walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled up onto the quilt, folding her legs underneath her. Negan shifted so he could sit up a bit better and give her his full attention.

“You warm enough now?” He asked, looking her over for any signs of shivering or frostbite.

“Siddiq said I’ll be okay,” she told him, her hands fiddling with the threads on her blanket. “Thank you for saving me,” she said and Negan’s heart nearly melted at the sight of her as she looked at him with gratitude. Negan reached out and tapped her red nose.

“I don’t want the world losin’ any more Grimes,” he admitted and Judith nodded, dropping her head slightly.

“You remember him better,” Judith whispered, “my brother.” Judith looked up at Negan and pulled her knees up to her chin, resting her head and watching him. “Can you tell me something about him?”

“About Carl?” Negan asked and Judith nodded. Negan thought about it for a moment before deciding on a particular memory. “Did your mom ever tell you about the time your big brother stormed the Sanctuary all by himself?” Judith nodded.

“Well, let me tell you something that she may not have known,” Negan said, “your brother, no matter what I threw at him, never once flinched. Carl wasn’t scared of anything and I have a feelin’ that was all because of how your other momma and your dad raised him. He was…” Negan trailed off, trying to find the right words, “Carl was everything I wish my own kid could have been if I had been a dad,” he admitted.

“Because he wasn’t scared?” Judith asked.

“No,” Negan corrected, “not because he wasn’t scared. There is nothing wrong with being scared, Judith,” he assured her. “Carl was someone who saw the good in people when they didn’t deserve it and he never backed down when things got rough. Much like you,” he said.

“I’m not brave like Carl was,” Judith said quietly.

“Are you kidding me? When you heard Dog crying, you didn’t even hesitate, Judith,” Negan told her. “You went right out into the storm to save him. To me, that is the definition of brave, kiddo.”

“Mom will say it was reckless,” Judith said with a frown. Negan chuckled, reaching over to grip one of her hands. Judith’s eyes met his.

“Recklessness is a family trait so your mom will understand that,” he said with a wink. Judith gave him a small smile and he let go of her hand. Judith didn’t talk about her big brother as often anymore. She had when she was younger, but not so much recently.

“I miss him,” she said.

“I do too, kiddo,” Negan admitted, “I’m sorry you lost him.” Judith sighed, stretching out her legs.

“I remember that day, you know,” she said.

“What day?” Negan asked, confused.

“It’s only flashes, but I remember when you and Carl were in the house and you picked me up,” she said. Negan was surprised that she could remember something that happened so long ago. “I have a fuzzy memory of sitting on your lap on the porch. That was when you brought Carl home from the Sanctuary, right? Mom told me she and Dad weren’t home that day.”

“I can’t believe you remember that,” Negan said, running a hand over his face. “You were so little.” Judith shrugged.

“I remember a lot of things.”

“Do you remember anything else about that day?” Negan asked carefully. Judith was quiet for a bit and Negan thought she had fallen asleep, but then she lifted her eyes to him again.

“Father Gabriel told me when I asked him a couple of years ago,” she said. “He told me about what happened right before my Dad got back.” Negan let out a breath, letting his head fall back to the pillows.

“Shit,” he swore under his breath. Judith didn’t scold him for his language this time. “You knew all of that and yet you still talk to me. Why? Why aren’t you afraid of me?” Judith pursed her lips, shrugging again. “Come on, I know you. You have an answer for everything.”

“Dad believed you could change,” Judith told him, “Mom tells me all the time that Carl did too. I know a lot of people hate you, but I don’t. You did bad things, but you’re not a monster.”

“So you don’t hate me?” Judith shook her head.

“No,” she said softly, “I don’t and I never want to. I don’t want to die hating people.” Negan’s brow furrowed.

“What’s all this talk about dying, kid? You’re not dying until your hair is white as snow and you’ve had all kinds of adventures and you’re definitely not dying while I’m still kickin’, not on my watch,” he told her sternly. Judith watched the candle flames for a little bit as she and Negan listened to the storm outside.

He didn’t like hearing her talk about dying and all that melancholy “what ifs?” It didn’t sit well with him. When she spoke again, there was pure curiosity in her voice.

“Why did you really come back?” She asked.

“Where else did I have to go?” He asked her. “I gotta be here when you go off and be a hero. Who else is going to tell your stories?” That got a small smile out of the young girl.

“I’m glad you came home,” she said and the word “home” made Negan’s heart stutter. For so long he only thought about the walls of Alexandria as his prison, his purgatory, but now, perhaps Judith was right. In some strange way, the community he once set ablaze had become his home.

“Me too,” he whispered. Judith shifted then, laying down on her stomach and resting her head in her hands. Wrapped up in her wool cocoon she looked even smaller than usual. More fragile.

“Can you tell me a story about my Dad?” Judith asked as she sank down in the warm quilts beneath her. Negan chewed on the inside of his cheek for a minute before answering.

“Anything in particular?” Judith shook her head. “Hmm, okay, how about this one? Your dad, alongside the King, and your aunt Maggie, did the impossible when they decided to go up against me and my people,” he began. “I had never seen anything like it. Rick rallied all these people from here all the way to Oceanside for a single cause.”

Judith listened intently as Negan spoke of Rick, drinking in every word. “These people were practically strangers, you see,” he went on, “but your dad didn’t see the differences or the challenges they could face. He just saw the possibility of a future. A future where you and your brother could grow up safe and out of harm’s way from everyone, not just me or the Walkers. Rick believed in a brighter future, one I think is starting to come true.”

“What do you think he would do about the Whisperers?” Judith asked.

“I think that your Dad would have done a lot of what your mom and your uncle Daryl have done,” Negan said honestly. “I think he would have tried to talk to Alpha and resolve things as calmly as possible and I think he would have kept Lydia as safe as he could just as Daryl is doing.”

“And if that didn’t work?” Judith asked, kicking her feet up.

“Oh, well, then your dad would have blown something up and started doing that thing where he stands with his hands on his hips and says something like ‘I’m gonna kill you, but I won’t like it very much,’” Negan said with a thick southern accent that caused Judith to giggle.

“He didn’t sound like that,” she argued with a smile.

“He did to me,” Negan said, “Couldn’t understand half the things that came out of his mouth.” Judith laughed again as Negan winked at her. “Your dad was a true leader, Judith,” he said, now more serious, “Just like your mom, and just like you’ll be someday.”

“I don’t want to lead,” Judith revealed. “I don’t want people to have to count on me. I’ll mess it up.” Negan shook his head.

“That’s not true, kiddo, you are going to be a great leader. You’ll have help so don’t think you’re going to go at it alone. You’ll lead with honor,” Negan decided, “Just don’t be like me,” he finished with a wink.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that,” Judith quipped.

“Wow, okay,” Negan said, “Now I see it, you’re just like your big brother. You’re both smartasses.” Judith laughed again, grateful to be compared once again to Carl. Ever since she had been old enough to realize what had happened to him, she had tried to wear his hat with honor and live up to his expectations.

The two of them sat in silence in the warm room as they listened to the wind. After the night they had, it was enough to just do nothing and find comfort in each other’s company. However, after a while. Judith got curious again.

“Do you think we’ll win the war?” she asked him, scooting closer so she could see his face better. Negan shrugged.

“I don’t know, Judith,” he answered honestly, “you won the last one.”

“We had Dad last time and aunt Maggie, and better weapons,” she pointed out.

“True, but the tools don’t really matter,” he explained, “and yeah, you may not have them, but you have your Uncle Daryl, your mom, Father Gabriel, Aaron, Eugene, and even that crazy girl with the new baby.”

“Rosita?” Judith asked, amused.

“Right, her,” Negan said, “she scares me.”

“You killed her boyfriend,” Judith reminded him.

“True,” Negan said with another shrug. Judith rolled her eyes and Negan couldn’t help but grin. She looked so much like Rick when she did that.

“I miss Maggie,” Judith said with a sigh.

“I know you do,” Negan said, “and that’s okay. You’re allowed to miss people, kid.”

“Do you miss people?”

“I do,” he told her, “I miss a lot of people. I’ll tell you about them someday.” Judith nodded. This was something Negan was used to when it came to Judith, the questions. She would always go to him with her curiosities because she knew that he would always tell her the truth no matter what. It was what made their bond so strong and why Negan enjoyed talking with the little Grimes.

“I’m worried about RJ,” she said. “I’m scared I won’t be able to keep him safe.”

“Judith, look around,” Negan said, “everyone in this place is looking out for him. Hilltop and Kingdom too. Don’t you worry about RJ, he’s going to be just fine. Everyone has got his back.”

“Even you?”

“Sure, if he needs it,” Negan said with a nod. “Though I think your mom would prefer if I stayed away.”

“He thinks you’re funny,” Judith revealed.

“Of course he does, I’m hilarious,” Negan grinned.

“And annoying,” Judith remarked.

“Wow, that hurts, kid, truly,” Negan said.

“Must be that family trait,” Judith said and Negan couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. Suddenly, the wind shook the house violently and Judith jumped, clinging to Negan’s arm. Negan pulled her close, squeezing her shoulder.

“It’s just the wind, kid,” he assured her. “There are scarier things out there than bad weather.”

“Like the skins?” Judith asked, her voice very small and Negan realized she may be a bit more worried than she had initially lead on.

“Or,” Negan offered, “When your Uncle Daryl hasn’t showered for a while.” Judith looked up at him with a small smile. “I knew I could make that happen.”

“You’re mean to him,” Judith pointed out.

“Yeah, well, he’s mean to me too.” Judith settled into his side, but her eyes kept flicking back to the door. “They’ll be home soon, your mom and the others,” he assured her, “but you should get some sleep before they do.”

“I can’t, I’ll have nightmares,” Judith admitted.

“Nightmares are normal, kid,” said Negan, “we all get them. Hell, living in this world, I’d be concerned if you didn’t. Go on, get some rest, give your little brother a hug.” Judith sighed but did as she told. She reached over and wrapped her arms around Negan’s neck, leaning her head on his chest.

“Thank you again,” she said softly. Negan gripped her back tight.

“It’s gonna be okay, Judith,” he said, “I don’t know when, but it will be.” Judith nodded against him and then pulled back. Hopping off the bed, she picked up her flashlight and headed to the door. Before she turned the knob, she looked back at him once more.

“By the way,” Judith said, “you’re not dying either, not on my watch.” Judith gave him another smile before slipping out of the room and heading back to RJ.

Back in the silence of his room, Negan chuckled and then wiped at the single tear that flowed down his face. Looking towards the heavens that were just beyond the timber and nails above him, he smiled. “Hell of a little lady you got there Grimes. You watch, she’s gonna change this world.”

As Negan drifted off into his dreams, his mind was no longer plagued with a frozen Judith Grimes, but one that brought warmth with those big brown eyes of hers and that young spirit that one day would not only change the world but lead it and Negan prayed he’d be there to see it.

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mavspeed · 4 years ago

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon.

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

10.

Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11.

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

13.

The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14.

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

15.

It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

16.

David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

17.

He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

18.

It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

19.

“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

#whew this is super long i apologise #u can pinpoint the exact time i replaced taron with james as my number one boy #fic tag #fic meme

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years ago

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Part two to this request (—here—)

“Can you write a story where the reader had a one night stand with Merle and got pregnant at the Atlanta camp, she didn't tell anyone because even though Merle wasn't a dick when it came to her, she was scared of the others' reactions. When you're at the farm with the group Shane notices your stomach showing and he calls you out on your secret. Daryl takes you under his wing and treats you like a sister. And Merle's reaction at prison b4 he dies. Maybe Y/n falls in love with Tara later on? Love u”

This is part two for this request. Link here

👉______👈 For the first part.

Request: anom.

Tags: @thanossexual

Y/an heart broke seeing the love of her life as one of those monsters. The little baby she had with Merle was in her arms when she and Dayrl found Merle eating someone it broke both of their hearts. Y/n was sobbing catching the attention of walker Merle. Dayrl was sobbing too, watching as his undead brother started limping towards them.

Dayrl pushed Merle backwards away from Y/n and her baby. Merle kept coming back until Dayrl stabbed Merle making him fall onto the grass. Dayrl continuously stabbed Merle over and over and over again. Sobbing he fell backwards. Y/n ran over to Dayrl pulling him into his arms. Her baby still on her side, sleeping soundly as she hugged the man she thought as a brother.

“He’s gone.” Dayrl sobbed into her shoulder. Y/n nodded, kissing his forehead.

“I know,” she whispered. Looking over Dayrls shaking body to where the love of her life laid dead.

“I know.” She shakily spoke as tears silently slid down her Y/s/t face.

—Months later—

The morning after the storm , all is peaceful. Maggie wakes up to see Daryl still awake. She sits by his side and talks with him, telling him he should get some sleep, and that it's okay to rest now.

Y/n sat with her back against a bail of hay, she rocking her Y/e/c eyed son, trying to keep him asleep. She softly hummed rocking Mason in one arm. Her other arm was draped over Carl protectively like a mother. Judith was asleep soundly in a blanket filled box. Just beside Y/n so she could take care of the small child, while Carl could get some sleep.

Maggie and Dayrl looked over at Sasha across the room asleep. "He was tough," Daryl remarks, referring to Tyreese. Maggie nodded in agreement, looking over at the sleeping woman. "So was she," Daryl adds, talking about Beth. "She didn't know it... but she was." Daryl hands Maggie the music box Carl gave to her. “I fixed it.” He spoke gruffly. Maggie smile as she took it. “Thank you.”

She then wakes Sasha and the two leave the barn. Looking around the barn they see the storm had killed most of the walkers or decapitated them, impaled or crushed by the trees

“I’m surprise the barn hadn’t fell down. It looks like a tornado has been through here.” Sasha says as she and Maggie made their way through the fallen trees to an open field.

Maggie and Sasha then sit down on a downed tree and watch the sunrise together. As they sit, Sasha tells Maggie what Noah said about himself, that he doesn't know if he can make it. Sasha admits that she feels the same way too. Maggie reassures her that she will survive. Maggie tries to play the music box, but finds that the box is still broken.

The two laugh, but their conversation was cut short by a young man, cautiously walking up to the two.

“My names Aaron, I came to speak to your leader Rick.” The man

The women are confused as they draw their guns and ask how he knows about Rick.

“I have good news!” He starts holding his hands up, showing the two women they could trust him.

Maggie and Sasha brought Aaron to the barn where the rest of the group was resting. Rick and the others appear to be wary over Aaron's arrival.

Maggie gives Rick Aaron's gun, which Rick keeps as he asks Aaron what his intentions are.

“How did you know we were here?” Rick looks at the young man. “I’ve been watching you all for a while. I needed to make sure you guys weren’t gonna kill me as soon as you saw me. But I was the one to give you guys the supplies yesterday.” Aaron informs the group.

Rick chooses not to believe him, and convinces the group that Aaron has another agenda. Aaron, knowing that he would believe so, asks Sasha to give Rick his backpack, directing him to a small set of photographs of his community which he had taken as evidence of its existence. As Aaron explains what his community is about and emphasizes on its security, Rick punches him in the face, knocking him out. Y/n shook her head looking at the unconscious man.

“He could be dangerous.” Rick said looking at Y/n with kind eyes. Y/n nodded as she hugged her young son close to her chest. “I trust you.” She whispered giving him an nod. He nodded pulling her into a brotherly hug, careful not to hurt the baby in her arms.

Tara look over at Y/n giving her a soft smile. Y/n smiled back as she pulled away from Rick. “You should get to know Tara, I see it in y’alls eyes. You have some type of connection.” Rick whispered into her ear. Y/n shook her head as she looked at Rick.

Before she could say anything Rick stopped her. “I know it’s been only a few months since Merle passed, but you should be happy. And before you say anything. I know your happy with little mason here, but still you should have someone there for you.” Y/n huffed knowing Rick was correct.

“I hate it when your right.” She said looking down at her Y/e/c baby. “I know, that’s why you don’t like me. ‘Cause I’m always right.” Y/n snorted a laugh looking up at Rick. “That’s funny.”

“Alright, you three,” Rick starts pointing at a few of people of the group. “Go out keep watch. Make sure nobody’s watching us.” A few of them nodded but Michonne shook her head.

“I don’t think Aaron’s a threat. I mean look at him.” Michonne tries to convince Rick.

“I don’t care, we still aren’t trusting him. Rick insisted.

“There aren’t many places for anyone to hide.” Glenn informs Rick, causing more panic within the group. As Aaron regains consciousness, he maintains a positive attitude, jokingly complimenting Rick's strength. Rick shoots back saying that they cannot trust someone who is still laughing after being beaten.

“How many people are in you group?” Rock asked bearing his flare gun as evidence of company.

“It don’t matter how many, it won’t affect whether or not you’ll trust me.”

Rick insists he confesses anyway, and Aaron informs him that there is only one. Aaron also reveals that he and his accomplice have vehicles that they had attempted to bring closer to the barn, but had been blocked by the surrounding trees.

Michonne tells Rick that she wants to know the truth by checking it out. Rick turns down the task saying that it is a bad idea, but after Maggie and Glenn speak up in favor, Rick decides to let everyone except him, baby Judith Y/n and her baby to go scout ahead, ordering Abraham and Rosita to go with Glenn, Maggie, and Michonne and the rest of the group to search the surrounding area.

As the groups leave, Aaron tells Rick that he used to be pointed at with guns before the apocalypse, due to his job as an NGO worker, and that he believes he and his people are good. Rick instead warns Aaron that if his people do not return in one hour, he would put a knife in the base of his skull.

Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Rosita and Abraham are still walking towards their destination. Glenn warns the others to shoot whoever comes out from the woods, should the time come.

Michonne, horrified by Glenn's orders, voices her opinion. Glenn replies saying that people should not come to the people who have guns like them. Disagreeing, Michonne says that Aaron's community are not bad people, reminding him of how they rescued Gabriel, of how they saved Tara after her involvement with The Governor, and of how they saved a crazy woman with a sword, implying herself.

Glenn reluctantly agrees. They reach the specified location, finding a car and an RV, and realize that Aaron was telling the truth. A pair of walkers come out from the woods, one almost biting Abraham before Rosita intervenes. Abraham thanks her but is ignored.

In the barn, baby Judith starts crying, while Rick crushes acorns for her to eat.

“Why don’t you just let me feed her?” Y/n asks, talking about breast feeding Judith as she helps crush the acorns.

“You need that for Mason, it’s okay.” Rick says quietly.

“Her crying’s going to attract walkers.” Aaron reminds the two from his spot. tied to the barn's support.

“Look, just take the applesauce from my bag. I promise it’s safe to eat.” . Aaron insists.

Still cautious of Aaron's intentions, Rick extracts a spoonful of the apple sauce from the supplied jar and offers it to Aaron, telling him to eat it first as a precaution.

Aaron, realizing what he is doing and taking offense from it, refuses, saying that poisoning his baby would be the last thing he would have ever done.

Rick, however, insists, even after Aaron informs him that he dislikes apple sauce. Against his wishes, he consumes it. After realizing it is safe, Rick rushes back and shares the sauce with Judith. Rick reminds Aaron that he has 43 minutes left.

“Thank you.” Y/n mouthed to the man tied to the barn support. He nodded softly with a smile while Y/n walked over to the corner of the room. A soft little whine caught his attention. Looking over he seen Y/n picking up a baby, who seemed to be around 5 maybe six months old. He noticed Y/n was about to feed her baby and redirected his eyes elsewhere.

“How did you know he needed to be fed before he cried?” Aaron asked Y/n as she covered herself so she wasn’t exposed.

“A mother’s instinct I guess.” She answered honestly. “Are you the mom to them both?” Aaron asked, looking at the Y/h/c haired woman.

“No, just him.” She answered nodding down to her son she was breast feeding.

Aaron nodded noticing Rick wasn’t looking very happy at the mention of his daughter not having a mom.

“But I like to think I’m a momma to the both of them.” Y/n says softly. “I may not be biologically, but I take care of these kids like they are mine.” She says talking about Carl and Judith not just her and merles son, Mason.

Months after being in Alexandria:

Y/n stood in front of the gray crib. Watching as her son slept soundly. It had became such a habit of watching her son sleep. She could barely leave him in the crib for five minutes. She always had to be near him, no matter what.

Y/n heard a knock on the door and hummed softly as she left her sleeping sons room and went to answer the door.

Opening the door she seen Tara who seemed to be a little nervous.

“Tara, why are you knocking? You leave here too.” Tara nodded nervously as she looked into Y/ns beautiful y/e/c eyes.

“I know, but I was just trying to see if you were home, and I didn’t want to rush in their and wake the baby.” She answered, almost too quickly.

“Oh, well, did you need anything?” Y/n asked opening the door wider for Tara to come in. Tara smile walking into the door and to the kitchen where she had smelt the warm black coffee.

“I never would’ve thought I would have coffee ever again.” Tara rambled, not getting to the point of her being in the house instead of being on a run like Y/n had thought.

“Well, Thank God for the people here. If it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t have the hot running water, clean clothes, shelter and food.”

Tara nodded as she took a sip of the coffee.

“I didn’t come in here for coffee though. I Umm... I came in here to tell you something.” She started, grabbing Y/ns hands into her own.

“I like you Y/n. Like, like you, like you. I think I’m in love with you. Seeing you with Mason, makes me feel like I want that, but with you. I see you and I see the person I want a future with. The woman I have grown to love. The woman who is strong and powerful. The woman who protects her children.” Tara confessed her love for Y/n.

Y/n smiled looking at Tara. “I love you too. I have for a whole now, but I just thought it was too soon from Merles death. But I talk to Dayrl and Rick about it. I think I’m ready. I want to be with you.” Y/n said looking into Taras soft brown eyes and then to her soft plump pink lips.

Tara leaned in slowly placing a soft kiss on Y/ns lips. And that was the beginning of their story.

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maddiesup · 5 years ago

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Tag game!

I was tagged by @ohbabycupcakes thank u💖

RULES: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people + leave comments on all of them

This is gonna be hard, where do I even start?

1) Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Okay I'm- trying not to laugh too hard because oh boy, this show was a complete mess. BUT Keith still stays as one of my favorite characters ever just because no matter how badly I was hurt by vld he'll always be precious to me 💖 He's hotheaded, cool and a lone wolf, but needs affection more than anyone else on the team. He's easy for me to relate to as I am more likely to push someone away than to keep them close just to avoid being hurt as well. His development is amazing tho and I love love him so much 😭 also it might be just that I have a soft spot for emo characters lmao

2) Todoroki Shoto (Boku no Hero Academia)

This just reinforces my statement earlier since Todoroki is pretty emo too :') But in a different way than Keith. If you are a part of bnha fandom you know he's generally a little bit overrated, but I couldn't help falling in love with him at first sight anyway lol His backstory is tragic but he keeps pursuing his dream and damn is he good at it. Also the combo of fire and ice is aesthetic goals. However, what I admire the most about Shoto is probably his loyalty to his friends, his will to fight and sometimes his goofy attitude (even if he probably isn't aware that he's being goofy lol) In conclusion: I love him, let's move on.

3) Uenoyama Ritsuka (Given)

Can I just stop to say how much I love given for a moment? Like I've never seen a bl anime/manga that would portray gay characters so respectfully 😭❤️ Ue is basically me gay panicking, I feel the boy so much :') OH also what's up with gays & guitars bc first given, then why r u and now also 2gether :') (I might be falling in love with this trope help) okay so: Ue is panicking when he starts liking Mafuyu but he handles it so well in a way? He doesn't deny his crush even if he is slow to notice it lol He's straightforward and sometimes a little bit rough around the edges, but even if he's supposed to be "the cool guy" we see him in the most hilarious settings and that just makes me love him all the more 💖 he respects Mafuyu and his boundaries and I want more of that in bl anime please

4) Eiji & Ash (Banana Fish)

Uhhhh this anime,,, I CANNOT choose between Ash and Eiji, I'm gonna forever see them as a pair and that's simply it. Ash is another emo one I would like to say that but he's actually not. He's backstory is heartbreaking and the life he has to live is dangerous and scary. He gets used to this reality where he has no one to rely on and no one to trust but then Eiji appears tearing his walls down and making him finally be able to show his soft and sensitive side to someone. Eiji is like a salve for his wounds and yes, I'm still emotional about it bc their relationship is one of the best developped I've ever seen. Their bond is so strong it's beautiful, they would literally die for each other. It's so apparent that they love each other and care for each other so much (don't mind me crying in the corner)

5) Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson & the Olympians)

PJ technically got me into fantasy/sci-fi in elementary school and it stays at the top of my favorite book series list ever (big props to Uncle Rick 👏) The whole series is funny and I would say pretty light-hearted even tho you know,,, Percy saves the world several times, lol, usual demigod things™. He's lovable. Son of Poseidon so he has seaweeds instead of a brain (or so you thought, he is brilliant at strategic planning and has a charisma to be a great leader), has a very good sense of humor, is loyal and would risk everything for his friends. Also he loves his girlfriend very much and I was crying while reading the House of Hades but no one needed to know that oh well. I'm also gonna mention Nico de Angelo here, since he fell in love with Percy (didn't we all tho) and was the first gay character I saw portrayed in the book and oh do I love him 😭💖

6) 707 (Mystic Messenger)

Was I losing sleep over this game? I was. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not. I think my choices are pretty boring tho, since Seven is literally everyone's favorite but oh boy there's a reason for that. Apart from being a talented hacker who knows too much (and I think is cautious of us the most at the start) he has a lovely happy-go-lucky personality composed of all the lame jokes, questions "have you eaten already" and anxiety (another emo one). He's that type of a character who will always try to make you laugh but you never know what's going on inside his head. He's mysterious and we don't get to know him well till his route so pretty much till the end of the game lol. Also he loves his brother, phd pepper, honey buddha chips and Elizabeth 3rd the most in this entire world and I love him for that

7) Evan Hansen (Dear Evan Hansen)

ANOTHER EMO ONE okay but hear me out Evan has social anxiety and its portrayal is almost too real for me. He makes a big oopsie which at the start seems like a little innocent lie but then snowballs to enormous sizes. He gains everything in this bargain, a best (dead) friend, a caring mother, a father, a girlfriend even - and then everything falls apart since it all is built on one fat lie. He makes a lot of mistakes and then some more but you get it and you feel for him, and you cry with him and you're happy for him. And when all of this is over you're glad that he's still there trying his best, taking it one day at a time. And sidenote: Ben Platt's voice is angelic and I love him as Evan 💖💖💖

8) Isak (SKAM)

Another gay panicking one. I'm starting to realize there's a set of traits that I particularly like in fictional characters lol But ye, when I was watching skam ofc it was the third season which gripped me the most and kept me on the edge, bc yet again Isak taking an "are you gay" test was way too real for me. He makes a lot of mistakes along the way of figuring out his sexuality and sometimes stuff with Evan becomes really messy (for both of them) but he stays with him nevertheless ❤️ Skam is literally so good in its portrayal of the characters :') Anyways: alt er love 💖

9) Viktor & Yuuri (Yuri on Ice)

Em, another one that I absolutely can't break up to just one bc how could I? Yuri on ice got me into skating ❤️ I went to an ice rink for the first time bc of this anime and I almost died but now look at me actually finishing my first three months of ice skating training and watching real life figure skating competitions :') Little did I know then. But they're not only my favourites bc of that, I genuinely love the development of their relationship from fan - idol through skater - couch to lovers and history makers in the end. I love how Yuuri is a ball of insecurities and how Viktor manages to reassure him. I love how Viktor fell in love with drunk Yuuri clinging to him. I love how at first Yuuri wasn't able to get too close to Viktor without getting flustered and it changes so drastically to them basically always holding onto each other. I love how Viktor was stuck with no inspiration but then Yuuri came and turned his world upside down. I love how they support and respect each other. I could probably go on into eternity like that and Yuri on ice isn't even the best anime I've ever seen but it's certainly my favourite one ❤️

10) Tutor (WHY R U)

I can't believe I'm so obsessed with thai dramas rn and I'm only gonna include Tor on this list smh He's mental attitude inspires me. He's able to hold so much and appears totally unfazed even if he's barely holding on inside. He's hardworking and doesn't want others to pity him since he can manage it all just fine. He has a kind heart, he's a wonderful friend (especially to Hwa, he always listens to her, gives her pieces of advise, supports her and tries to cheer her up). He never forgets to say thank you when he genuinely feels grateful. But as we've seen he also is passionate and when he loves he LOVES. Also he's the biggest tease to Fighter and I love him for that :') I am so satisfied just by seeing him happy, please do not change that whyru gods 🙏

As it appears I'm done .-. I have no idea what have just happened and if my rambling even makes sense but not that I care at this point. If you read this far, please drink some water now, that was a lot of reading to go through ❤️

Tagging: @wir-ro, @saecookie and any other 8 people who might want to ksks (im too tired to tag lmao)

Don't be like me and go to bed at reasonable hours despite this whole quarantine thing .-. thank again Doreen for tagging since it was really fun 🥺❤️

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 5 years ago

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Whatever Keeps You Up At Night

Boy, this fic has been one I've been picking at for months. And while it's not perfect, I think I'm going to go ahead and post it cause I feel pretty good about it. There's a few song, movie, and poem references. I'll be surprised if someone gets them all.

In this fic the reader thinks about sleep

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Clouds drifted across inky skies. Your central heat was cranked up just enough to leave you defrosted, but not any higher in fear it could fail. You thought of getting something to drink, but you didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of your bed. Winter wasn't your favorite season, but it reminded you of him.

Oh, if you would've been in his home, there certainly would've been more sound. It wouldn't have necessarily come from the house itself, but from him; his breathing, footsteps, or the light whistle of his teeth which covered up his snoring; its sound feeding the springtime in your heart. If you had gone over when he was ready to go to bed, he would've stayed up and entertained you. Yet, none of that could've taken place if he wasn't home. So, you weren't in his home, you were in yours.

In the sharp corners where shadows laid, you dared not step until it was noon. In the daytime, though mostly in the evening was the draft which never went away and gave you a chill; causing you to wrap your duvet closer. It smelled like Ricks detergent, and you were surrounded by the night. You weren't a stranger to its lonesome ways, nor were you acquainted with it, but you existed in it; willing yourself to be anything other than awake. Try as you may, tonight's sleep might not come so readily, because you already begun to think about him and dearly wished he was home; on earth; in this dimension; anywhere close if he could help it; except for right now where it could not be helped that he was on assignment and that you had to be without him much longer then you wished, but you would wait as well as go on because you did have a life; albeit a little bland without him.

At night, while part of the world was quieting down, other parts were waking up and heading off to work; you could do either; so could he. Sometimes you would work through the night, especially when you had an idea itching to be written, but most often you would sleep; or at least try to sleep with hopes of having sweet dreams; at times your dissociated thoughts having found their way back to you. You had never been much of a dreamer, and you rarely liked to dream; you never felt rested enough in the morning after, but at times it was nice; more so if Rick was in them. Thoughts of how he was doing kept you up at times - as it was doing now - and you could only wonder where in the universe he currently was, but you'd almost forget about it if anxious thoughts took over, and problems you hadn't solved reappeared. Sometimes thoughts of the past intermingled with your dreams; as pleasant or heartbreaking as they could be.

Tossing and turning were options you could accept, but if he was available, you'd call Zeta-7 to hear him, and allow his cheerfulness to ease you into a gentle submission; to relax beyond compare, and leave you in a decent enough mood to doze. Why, you could listen to him explain anything from quantum mechanics to the variety of animal mutations which existed in a galaxy far, far away; to be lulled and softened by his cadence, was a treat you wouldn't have traded for anything in the world. If it happened on the rare chance that you were overcome by exhaustion, you'd just fall asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow; not understanding how or when you'd close your eyes, though you were always grateful when you did. However, if it so happened that you woke up randomly without a cause, but from a feeling, then you knew; you had just missed him; his existence being like a midnight soliloquy; like a ghost, he was sometimes there, but then wasn't; it wasn't that difficult to see why, but it still surprised you nonetheless.

It seemed that once you had given Rick the permission to visit whenever he liked, he did; being woken by the familiarity of his presence on more than one occasion. It was neither ambiguous or obscure, but there, like the air you breathed, being a living, positive force of goodness; vital to your existence. Just when you thought there were no other comparisons to be made, he continued to become and shape himself into the extraterrestrial being that he caused himself to be. Oh, some days you would miss him something fierce, but whenever you'd find yourself so alone, you'd remember that he'd come; whenever it was that he could.

Now, he wasn't sloppy, nor did he hide that he had come by, but he was careful. Quietly, he would check about the house, then would step into your bedroom with caution as though sleeping beauty might wake. At times you only caught the blur which barely stepped out of the doorway, or was soothed by the hand which smoothed out your hair, and other times it was just his scent which lingered; an echo of his existence. Once he sang you a Mexican love song, which made your heart burn, and it seemed interwoven into your half-woken state; having been so drowsy you thought you had dreamt it. And because he worked at random hours, and sometimes for days and weeks at a time, he'd come and lightly kiss you hello and goodbye before going back to work, though your recollections were few. It was precious, and you enjoyed it; at least when you were conscious of it. Most of the time, however, you were only aware of the warmth which touched your cheek and of the blanket which had been placed over you when you were cold; these being the other ways in which he showed you he loved you.

Yet, it happened one night, just as you were about to go to sleep after having spent a better part of the day typing, you saw the familiar green glow in the hallway, and then saw him come through your doorway. He looked at you as though you were a ghost, and you stared into the dark, your nowhere man being there; somewhere out of your reach. As you were about to turn on the light, his gentle touch stopped you. Unsure of what he was about, you didn't struggle as he pulled you into an embrace, but having him squeeze you with all his might, trembling despite himself left you unsettled. “Ricky," you wondered; a flutter of anxiety starting to build in your chest. "what's the matter?”

“I-I-I wish I could just stay here with you,” he began in a low voice; the scent of smoke and disinfectant coming off of him as you rubbed his back. “where n-nothing bad happens.”

He had smelled like this before; as though he had been busy with janitorial duties instead of sorting through papers or lab samples. “Bad day?”

“Y-yeah."

Bad wouldn't be the beginning as to describe it; of that you were sure. You assumed it was another case where he was responsible for the lowly, more humble work which his workmates didn't care to do; or was assigned as to demean him; bullied into doing; likely all of the above. “I'm sorry,” you softened. “I hope it wasn't that bad.”

“It's - I'll b-be fine. I just - I-I had to see you.”

A chill ran through your back. Under any other circumstances, you could've interpreted that as one of his romanticisms, but his quiet desperation brought about a fresh wave of worry instead. "But can you see me in the dark?"

"I wouldn't have been able to if it wasn't for my bionic eye. Did I-I tell you about that yet? I'm sorry if th-that sounds gross."

"I don't know if you told me yet. I guess now is a good time as ever, but maybe you can explain it in detail another day."

"I'm s-sorry, I know you were about t-t-to go to bed, but I - all I could think about was you."

Warmth flooded your cheeks, and you wished you had worn something cuter instead of an old pair of pajamas, but you knew he didn't care. Zeta-7 was lovely that way. You tried to think of something flirty to say in return, but a yawn escaped you instead."Boy, I really have bad timing, d-don't I?" he commented.

"Dear, don't get me wrong, I love having you here," Which was true in all respects, though you wondered if you could put him at ease. "but maybe… perhaps it would be better if we went to the living room. I can get you something warm to drink if you'd like.”

“Y-you don't have to do that." he said in a hurry. "Besides," he continued. "don't - don't I look better this way?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you cooed.

“No, you don't. Why would you say that? I already know you as you are and I can say for certain that you are the light of my life. To me, you've always been handsome. In fact," you smiled up at him; unsure if he could see your sincerity. "you're the man of my dreams. I dream of you, of that darling smile, of your winning personality which lights up my days, and of your sweetness. Your unconditional sweetness. If you don't believe me, you can always check my dreams.”

“Gosh, if life….si la vida pudiera ser u-un sueño," he sighed, "then I'm sure it'd be you. If I-I had the time it'd be nice if we could - if I could dwell there; in that dreamland of yours. I bet it'd be swell, and normally I'd think all of that - all of which you suggested would be swell, but today hasn't been--it hasn't been that kind t-t-to me."

"I know, but isn't there anything I can do for you Rick?"

He didn't answer. You moved a hand to caress his face in hopes of soothing him but instead found a bump on his right cheek which caused him to wince. “What was that?"

"It's - it's nothing."

"Don't you lie to me Ricardo," you reprimanded. "this is something."

Gingerly, you followed where his skin was warmer than usual and was raised. Your heart sank at the thought of what could've happened. "Oh no, did they…. did they hurt you? What happened?"

A noise escaped him, but he neither confirmed nor denied. This, in turn, made you reluctant to want to return him to the monsters, but you knew he would go; whether or not you wanted him to. The villainy which existed in his kind and Zeta-7's rarity made him such an easy target. You had talked to him about it before, about how he should speak up, but the harsh reality of his situation prevented him from doing so, and you wondered how much more would they try to take from him. True, he wasn't a broken man, but even bravery needed its encouragement and you were going to love him all the more for it because that's all you could do at the moment. "My sweet, sweet man, do you know what I love about you?"

Passing a hand through his hair, you were careful not to brush his cheek, to which a sigh escaped him; the likes of it as though he only just now began to calm. You continued. "I love that no matter what, you'll persevere and continue to be determined. You're so strong, that I couldn't be prouder, but please, don't let them take you away from me."

The arms which had almost been lenient in their affection held you a fraction tighter; immovable in the way in which you were grounded. It was as though being in want of comfort, he in turn desired to return in kind; his impalpable emotions giving way to simpler, softer ones. "I missed you. I-I missed this. Warm hugs and a-affirmation."

"If it's hugs you want," you replied softly. "you can have as many as I can give you. Affirmation? I'll give you enough to reach the moon. I'm no scientist, but somehow, I know you could make it come true."

Warm lips kissed your forehead, and a relieved chuckle brushed your cheek. "The math w-would be nearly impossible."

"So there's a chance." you giggled.

Leaning in close enough, he pressed his forehead to yours. "Yes, th-there is if you believe it enough."

"I do believe, but more so I believe in you. How...how can it be that someone as incredible as you would be harmed by people who look the same? To hurt my man of all people? I ought to get some training and become your bodyguard or something. It just isn't right for anyone else to touch even a hair on your head."

“It um - it was an accident. I sh-should've been paying attention to where I was going. I know it seems bad, but it isn't." which you knew wasn't completely true. "However, I'll get it treated. I-I promise.”

"Why don't you let me take a look at it? I have a first aid kit in the hallway. And while I never finished my medical training, I know enough to treat this. Please, why not let me play nurse and help you feel a little better?"

“M-mi corazón, I would rather y-you don't see it. It looks worse th-then it actually is, but it's fine. Really, I-I swear it is. You've already done more than enough.”

Pulling away a bit, you wondered. "Have I? It seems all I've done is talk you into oblivion, but what about you?"

"Wh-what about me?" he wondered.

"It isn't like you to swear. I haven't heard you swear yet." you teased, pressing a soft kiss on his injury. "I doubt I ever will."

"It's not th-that kind of swear," he began to explain, but then he stopped, thought for a bit, then chuckled. "but I-I-I see what you're - I understand the joke."

You noticed that Zeta-7 avoided standing in the moonlight, and while you couldn't really see him, you didn't relent in your expressions. “Man, if I would've known you were coming over, I would've dressed up a little and made sure there was extra food for you to eat. I'm sorry.”

“It's alright, I-I already ate. I finally used my coupon for Rick's Diner near main street."

Playing with the collar of his sweater you wondered. "Was it any good?"

"It um - it was alright, but I think next time I'll pack some food to warm up. You um - you smell nice by the way. I'm sorry if I-I smell.”

By now, you had gotten used to the variety of smells which could've wafted off him. He had smelled better and worse before, but that only added to his curious ways and charms. "Well, if you're so worried about it, then why don't you stop being so shy and come a little closer. That way you could smell like me."

The silence which proceeded was almost frightening. Hmm, you might've gone too far again, but you couldn't help yourself; half the time he opened the way for light teasing. And yet, you had told yourself before that it wasn't so kind to play with an old man's heart; despite the best of intentions, it might not have been perceived that way, but in the quiet of the room, you could feel his mature heart quicken at your words, and the light rustle of clothes as he fidgeted despite himself. He was so adorable, it was almost criminal, but before he could stumble upon himself in embarrassment, you added. "I was just kidding. Goodness, I guess I have bad timing too. At least where jokes are concerned. Still, to have you here…it's better than a dream."

Again, there was a silence that proceeded and you felt the tug of doubt, but he broke the silence with his sincerity. "I-I never thought you - that I'd be so lucky to enjoy moments like th-this. Let alone with a-a woman."

"In the dark?"

"Whenever. I'm s-sorry I still get embarrassed, but you make me nervous at times. Y-you can be a little unpredictable."

"Good," you brightened. "keeps things exciting. Though, everytime you say something like that, it makes me wonder if it'd be the last time I'd hear you say it. It better not be."

"In my line of work," he admitted solemnly, "there's always a-a chance of that happening, but it's not - I don't like to think about it. However, it does make me appreciate that I'm able to have someone when I - when I'm lonely. I know how pitiful that sounds and how much I repeat it, but you don't know how it's been a great comfort. If you weren't here I'd…"

Though the words died in his throat. You had a feeling as to what he might've meant to say, and frankly, you were glad to not have heard them. Rubbing his back, you cooed. "It's okay. It's all going to be fine. I don't mind how many times you tell me, because I know how much you mean it. I'm right here if you need me. As I am now, and always will be. If you'd like anything...if you need to or want some fresh clothes to change into, I'm sure I can find something around here that might fit. If you want to stay here with me, that's ok too. Whatever you need, I'll be happy to help."

"Allowing me t-t-to come here is more than enough."

Resting a hand on his chest you wondered. "Are you sure? You could stay. Couldn't you stay?"

"I-I wish I could princess. You don't know how much I'd rather be here, but I-I don't want them coming here t-t-to retrieve me, so it's better if I go soon."

"Why?"

"If the guard Rick's have to retrieve me one too many times, they might limit my portal gun use and I'd rather avoid that."

"I swear, I think there's a curse keeping us apart."

Caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, he chuckled. “By now, I ugh - I suppose I've become a bit of a broken record, but I promise I'll make it up to you. Curses and swearing aside that is."

"I know."

You didn't want him to go. Not back to those people who couldn't appreciate him. How he put up with it you didn't know. “Maybe one of these days, you could skip out on work and we'll go somewhere. Maybe we could go to Blips and Chitz, and I'll try that one dance game designed for spider people. Wouldn't that be nice? Then we could go see the Jerry's and I can get asked embarrassing questions all about you. How does that sound?”

Bending down to kiss you, he winced but kissed you nonetheless. “That would be swell, but w-we can't go tonight. I-I should get going. I had wanted to make sure you were safe, but it's nice t-t-to see you up. I hope you didn't mind me barging in this way.”

“I don't mind, but I only wish that I could be awake more often when you're here.”

“I-I know, but it's okay. I usually can't stay for long anyway.”

What a shame it really was. You hid your face in his chest, relishing in the warmth and softness of his sweater while you still could; foolishly hoping that he would change his mind. Who would've known he could be so stubborn. Then again, you couldn't find fault in that. “Maybe if I ask the sandman hard enough to bring me a dream," you admitted in a girlish voice. "then I'll see you again real soon."

"I will see you. Y-you only have to look for me."

"In my dreams?"

"If y-you believe."

You pulled him in for a kiss then, pressing peck after peck knowing that he would disappear. You knew he didn't get enough affection already, and he'd have to make due with what you could give him, but was it really enough? You'd never know. With one arm around you, his other was digging around in his pockets for his portal gun. And just as his fingers lightly brushed it, you stopped him and handed him your favorite stuffed animal. “Huh? F-for me?”

“Mhm. That's Bimbo, he'll be sure to keep you safe. He um…my dad had always told me that this stuffy would keep me safe and I consider him one of the dearest friends in the world, but right now I know I'm not the only one who could use a friend. I'm sure he'd be happy to keep you company for a while."

"But h-he's important to you."

"True, but you're the most important to me. Now, something to remember is that he likes to give plenty of hugs and enjoys tea parties, though he would never readily admit it."

"I-I like those things too."

"See? You two are going to be good friends. There's no doubt that you two will get along."

The arm which had been holding you about your waist held you a fraction tighter, and if you hadn't given him a light push, he might've not been encouraged to go. “You gotta let me go now. I don't want you to get in trouble. Please, just make sure to return to me in one piece. Understand?.”

“Yes, I-I-I do. I will.” he answered, before opening a portal and stepping through.

The warmth he had brought was already growing cold. And checking the time, you were sure that you weren't going to get a wink. So dragging the duvet cover with you, you plopped yourself on the couch and flipped through Interdimensional cable, until you found a movie you've might've watched a dozen times before; snuggling into the pillow that still smelled like him; hoping that he will be fine.

Fin

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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My little Ninja-girl – Part 6 - Fin

Request: If possible can I request a dean series fic were the reader is a bamf hunter that specializes in knifes but mainly with her 2 katanas & is expert in hand2hand but there’s a twist she’s got a secret that she keeps hidden from everyone she’s a little & has never had a daddy & 1 night her secret comes out Idk how u can do whatever u want with it I just want dean as protective daddy & tells everyone off when they say something or whatever & as much smut u r willing 2 give us

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Arthur Ketch, Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: angst, characters death, blood, violence, protective Dean, fluff

My little Ninja Girl Masterlist

“Shit. Who was able to get that close to Rick?” Dean curses looking at the dead hunter lying bleed out in his kitchen. The beer he tried to grab lies abandoned next to his corpse.

“He wanted to get a second beer.” You point toward the beer standing on the table, untouched. “Your friend opened the door, let his killer in and offered him or her a beer.”

Dean’s eyes meet yours and you sigh. “This was an execution for sure. Can you see the perfect cut? The killer knew how to kill Rick without any effort. Precise’, deadly - Men of Letters style. This is the way I would’ve killed a target.” You explain a pained expression all over your face.

“Y/N, you are not like that anymore,” Sam whispers placing one large palm onto your lower back. “You’ve got the chance to help us getting rid of these people.”

“Ketch.”

“Ketch?” Dean asks cocking a brow. “What’s with him?”

“That’s his way to kill a target. Whoever killed your friend he or she learned it from Ketch for sure. I guess he’s back in town, ready to take the other hunters down. Anyone else we need to call?”

“We called everyone we know. Jody and Garth will call the others to make sure they hide somewhere safe.” Sam explains but you shake your head. “We need to tell them to not go to a place they know. If the hunter knows a hide-out, Ketch does so too. He’s studying the target before striking. I guess the bunker ain’t safe either by now.”

Dean’s features darken as he glances at his dead friend. “This has to stop. We won’t end like Germany and France.”

“They made quick work back then, Dean. I guess they are planning the same. I assume all the dead hunters refused to work with Ketch. We have a mole in that case…” Your words make Dean’s stomach churn. His mother admitted she’s working with the British Men of Letters…

“If she’s working for Ketch, she might not be herself right now. Lady Bevelle is a master in manipulating your mind, Dean. I was close to getting her treatment too…” Voice cracks as you remember the day you attacked Ketch and Lady Bevelle tried to turn you into an obeying slave.

“I’ll kill them all, I swear.” Dean curses smashing the beer into Rick’s wall. “Sorry, dude but you don’t need it anymore.”

“We should leave and make a plan to get rid of Ketch and the others. But first, we need to find the mole in our rows…”

----

Dean’s phone rings as you are half-way back at the bunker. As he’s busy driving you fish it out if his pocket answering Jody’s call.

“Jody? Is everything alright?” Her voice sounds strained, she’s panting heavily as you hear someone hitting her. “Jody is busy with other things. We are done playing, Y/N. I think you should come to her place and be a good girl.” Mary coos and you gulp, glancing at Dean.

“Mary, I know this isn’t you. Listen to me, whatever Lady Bevelle did to you, I can make it go away. Let Jody go, she has nothing to do with this. I’m on my way. I will not fight back but do not harm Jody or the girls.” Your voice is calm while your heart is racing a mile in a minute.

“She will stay alive, just like the others when you come here and act like the girl Ketch formed. He will not accept any resistance. Come here, alone.” Mary’s voice is cold, like a robot she repeats Ketch’s words.

“I’ll be there in a blink. Deliver a message to Ketch. He hurts Jody or the girls…he dies. Slow. Painful. Y/N style. He knows what this means. I stopped doing this but for him, I’ll make an exception.” Your hands are shaking as you end the call. Dean’s eyes meet yours and you don’t need to tell him anything – he already knows.

----

“You won’t go there alone. Sammy and I will provide back-up.” Dean states as he parks the car further away from Jody’s house.

“I know, Dean. I’ll go first. You need to check the surroundings. Be prepared for enemies hiding in every corner. Ketch likes to make an entrance for sure.” Checking your weapons, you look at Dean, sighing.

“I don’t like letting you go in alone.” His voice and face show concern. No one before cared about you that much. A smile crosses your face before you grab the hem of his shirt to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m not alone, big guy. You and Sam are here too. I’ll distract Mary and anyone else showing up while you take the guys surrounding the house down. We are a team, Winchester. I’m your Ninja Girl after all.”

Dean's eyes crinkle at the corners, giving you his brightest smile, he nods. “I’m right behind you, Y/N.”

“I know…”

Watching you walking toward Jody’s house Dean balls his hands into fists. Sam motions his brother to follow him to check the surroundings before you get attacked by too many enemies.

----

You don’t have to enter the house. Mary is waiting outside, holding a knife to Jody’s throat. The Sheriff is bleeding, struggling against her captor but she’s alive.

“Jody, are the girls safe?” You ask and she nods, mouthing Donna. “They are not here. I knew these bastards would use them against me or our friends. No one will get close to Claire or Alex.” Jody coughs, spitting blood onto the ground.

“I’m here. Now let Jody go, we had a deal.” Circling Mary, a tight grip on one of your knife’s you look at her. She looks like a robot. There’s not emotion on her face, nothing but a blank expression made by Lady Bevelle. “They got you good, Mary. Dean and Sam would be ashamed you are working with these monsters.”

“We are doing the right thing.” Mary retorts, hesitating for a moment.

“Hmmm…you think so? Killing other hunters. Kidnapping your sons’ friend. Forcing the woman Dean likes to come here to sacrifice herself. I think you are mistaking Ketch’s intentions.”

“He promised this is the only way too…” Mary trails off, shaking her head.

“Killing your sons too? ‘Cause this will happen. Every hunter refusing to lick Ketch’s shoes will die. Me, Sam…Dean…everyone.” Your eyes scan your surroundings as you try to listen to the noises around or rather the lack of such.

“We will create a better world, a world without monsters.” Her eyes or wide, Mary seems to be confused. Looking around for assurance she looks over your shoulder and off into the distance, revealing Ketch’s position to you.

“Yes, Mary, we will. You, me, your sons and all the other hunters like we did for ages. Now let Jody go, we had a deal.” Your eyes narrow as you feel someone getting closer. There’s a moment of silence before you tighten the grip on your knife, swinging your hand backward to stab the chest behind you.

“Y/N…” Not taking your eyes of Mary who is finally releasing Jody you step over your dead friends’ body or rather a former friend. “A shame they sent you, Colin.”

“I thought you would like to meet him again. He was your first lover after all.” Ketch chuckles clapping his hands. “He was eager to get you back. I guess he’d like to have a taste of you again.” Your eyes darken, a grin appears on your face as you watch Jody stepping away from Mary.

“Jody, go. This has nothing to do with you.” She hesitates but the look on your face tells her she would be a burden right now, so Jody runs off before Ketch starts circling you like prey.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you, my perfect killer. How long is it since we last saw each other?” Ketch smirks, as he looks at you, drinking your body in. “I must admit I enjoyed watching you and Dean. I will bring you back and show you I can make you feel way better. After a little session with Lady Bevelle, of course.”

There it is, the grin on his face you hate so much. Ketch is self-confident, certain of his success. “Dean and Sam are busy with fighting against my men right now, they won’t make it.”

“Interesting.” You smirk, getting your Katana’s out. Only me and you then or do you need Mary’s help to tame the little girl?”

Now he puffs his chest, silently telling Mary to stay out of the fight. “I waited for way too long to let someone else get hold of you, Y/N. You’re our creation and you are mine, you always were…” Ketch’s eyes narrow, the smirk deepens before a bullet hits his back and he falls to his knees, shocked.

“Did you ever watch Indiana Jones, Ketchie?” You chuckle winking at Dean who’s walking toward your position with Sam, Castiel, and five other hunters.

“What?” Ketch gasps, spitting out blood as he tries to get up. “Never attend to a gunfight with a knife, Baby. I enjoyed the movie. Indie did the right thing…”

Now Ketch begins to realize this is the end. He tries to get up once again, but your Katana stabs his chest, piercing his heart as you twist it.

“I’m not yours, never was. You are a sick bastard just like all the others. I’m me, and you know…I’m Dean’s Ninja Girl …”

THE END...?

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defensemechanism · 5 years ago

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Me & The Devil Himself Part 9

The firing of live ammunition sounded from somewhere below you. In nothing, but a bra and a fresh pair of panties you ran to the wall of windows.Simon and a few of the saviors had taken cover and were taking their best shots at hitting something other than the corrugated steel the invaders were using as shields.Your mind went into over drive.You couldn’t see Negan out there.No sign of his black leather clad back anywhere. At least you knew he was alive.He wasn’t lying on the ground or you’d surely have seen him. A birage of bullets hit some of the panes of glass below. You dove to the ground and began crawling behind the nearest piece of furniture you could.Unfortunately, the closest was a sofa. Cushions and plywood wouldn’t be enough to keep you safe.You lay as flat against the floor as you could as the gunfire reached your floor. The cacophony out there went from loud to ear splitting within seconds.

A sharp angry pain caused you to cry out, but you weren’t willing to risk getting shot again to check the wound.Soon afterwards the shooting died down.They’re running out of amo,you thought.They must need to make every bullet count.Your heart felt so heavy.Please Lord keep him safe.You prayed.You knew he wasn’t perfect by any means nor was he innocent, but you loved him.You couldn’t fathom a world without him.A moment of quiet passed as you reflected on your husbands many sins. You found yourself struggling to maintain your composure.You wanted so badly to fall apart, but there wasn’t time for that.

Who knew when he’d come for you.There was no doubt in your mind that he would eventually come for you, but you couldn’t stay here. It wasn’t safe.You got onto your hands and knees and clambered to the closet.You cursed Negan’s stupid wives club bullshit for robbing you of your jeans.You only owned 2 outfits. A black dress with 2 inch straps or a black sundress complete with red cardigan.You silently fumed as you pulled the dress on. You owned exactly one pair of shoes and they were a pair of black flats, not made for trekking through the forest. You decided to take a pair of socks and Negan’s red kerchief from his night stand.The long tube socks you used to stifle the bleeding of your wound.You used the kerchief to tie back your hair. As you left your bedroom behind, you quickly began assessing the damage. You found the parlor doors were wide open. Sherry was long gone, Amber too, but Tanya and Frankie seemed to be waiting around for...something.

“He isn’t coming.” The statement left your mouth reluctantly. You knew deep inside that he would come back, eventually. Seeing the girls fall apart spurred you to action. “We have to go.” “We can’t leave! We won’t make it!” Tanya cried, her eyes frantic. “We will! We can!” They looked unconvinced. “I’ve led a group before.” You sighed exasperated with their dithering.

Frankie’s eyes darted from the room you had just left to the parlor doors.

“They’ll probably drag us out of here if we stay.” Shesaid slowly to Tanya, And who knows what else they’ll do to us.” She swallowed nervously.

“She’s right.” You told Tanya.”We don’t know who or what we’re dealing with here and we shouldn’t stick around to find out.”

Tanya nodded slowly accepting the dire straits you were in.Trying to ignore the fear and anxiety she was radiating, you lead them to the doors.The empty hallway was not at all inviting, but you had no choice except to slip quietly into it.Frankie and Tanya followed.There was shouting and shooting in the distance.The further you walked the closer the noises sounded.You peaked around the first corner.

An arrow whizzed past you,only barely missing you. You ducked back behind the wall, your breathing sharp and quick with shock. You stayed as still as possible, waiting for another arrow to come, but none did. Instead there were heavy angry footsteps. The face of a man appeared,haggard sweaty and holding cross bow in front of him. Tanya and Frankie yelped holding each other tight. “Weapons?” He demanded. “W-we don’t have any.” Frankie stuttered. “Bullshit!” He barked and demanded you put your hands up. You complied, more for the good of the wives than for your own.Stout fingers and a large palm invasively explored any place you might be hiding a gun or knife.”Get on the ground.”He commanded and moved on to check Frankie, then Tanya. “Who are you?” He asked suspiciously. “We’re...wives” Tanya sniffed between sobs.“Negan’s wives.” He grunted more to himself than to you.Static crackled from the walkie on his belt. “Darryl, You find anything?”“I found the wives,”He sounded disappointed. “They’re unarmed.” “Go ahead and bring ‘em with you.”A deep voice intoned.”Sure.”Darryl replied.”anyone else back there?” He nodded toward the direction you came from. “No.” You stated evenly.’“Get up.” He grabbed onto Frankie’s arm and pushed her ahead of him. “Ladies first.” He mocked, making you go back the way you came.

Darryl stopped at every room. Checked every space a person could possibly hide.When you got back to the parlor, he tore the place apart looking for any one hidden. He found no one. He checked the other rooms found them empty and called for a man named Rick on the walkie. “All clear.” He informed him. “Good.Meet us on the first floor.” Each step you served to solidify the danger you were in. A thousand scenarios of ‘what ifs’ flashed before your eyes. They could torture you, rape you, kill you. Tanya stumbled almost falling down a flight of stairs. Frankie pulled her close and tried to keep her upright. You followed them down. Your stomach knotted in dread of the big scary u. Dealing with the laminal had always been a problem for you. When something was unknown, you were stuck waiting around to find out and in that time you could not plan for it.

Upon reaching the ground floor, you saw that all of the dock doors had been pulled down. Every exit locked and blocked.The hungry rasps of the dead filled you with dread.It sounded like you were surrounded. Your eyes darted nervously about the place, from the worn and teary faces of the scared inhabitants to the hard expressions worn by the invaders.

The pounding of heavy boot steps had you swiveling your head about to find the source.

“Don’t you think of tryin’ anything.” Darryl grated. “Get down on your knees.” He ordered gruffly.

You and the other two girls kneeled on the concrete floor, waiting.

You could hear someone approaching behind you.Your breathing quickened in horrible anticipation.

“Are these his...wives?” A voice, asked calmly. “Carl said there were 6.”

“I looked all over. Found 1 dead and these 3.”

You closed your eyes.Wondering briefly who it had been.Your stomach churned. You knew what would happen next. He would hit you. He would hit you and demand to know where Sherry, and Amber, or Brandy were. You wouldn’t have an answer, except to say you hadn’t seen them in a couple of hours.

“We’re not here to hurt you.” The man’s smooth baritone was reassuring. “We’re here to free you.”

Free us from this life you mean. Your maudlin mind provided.

“Where are the rest of you?” He inquired.You couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t bare to.

Darryl put a hand on your shoulder and shoved you forward. “Ask her.This one was leadin’ ‘em.”

A pair of worn leather boots stopped in front of you. The man inhaled deeply as if to calm himself.

“Are you alright?”He seemed genuinely concerned.You clenched your jaw, but he did something, you hadn’t expected. He reached out and brushed his knuckles along your cheek.You stiffened, hardening your heart for what was to come. He tipped your face up, his index finger just under your chin.Your eyes met his clear blue gaze.The gasp you emitted made Tanya and Frankie turn to look at you.

“Y/n?” He said sounding almost hoarse. His arms were around you and squeezing you in a warm embrace before you could fully process.

“Oh,” He kissed the top of your head. “You’re alive.”A sigh of relief escaped his throat.

Your lower lip trembled, emotion overtaking you.

Cynthiana hadn’t come to mind in a long time. Hugging him, you were transported to a different stage of your life, a different society, home.

“She doesn’t understand.Much as I wanna be there,I have got to put work first.We talked about this when I joined the force.Lori agreed that she should stay home and take care of Carl, that I would provide for our family. These days, I cover a late shift for another officer, get home and she starts ripping me a new one. Says everytime I’m out late I been drinkin’ with Shane.She accuses me of any wrong thing a husband can do.You name it, according to Her, I’ve done it.”You frowned a bit at that. Lori wasn’t the best person, but she certainly wasn’t the worst. Neither of you was really in a position to judge her. Not when you were sleeping with her husband. “Well, I’m sorry that ya’ll are goin’ through a rough patch.”Your voice sounded dejected even to you. He closed his eyes briefly, his expression contrite. “I’m...I’m sorry.You shouldn’t have to hear all this.I don’t know what I was thinkin’.” He kissed the top of your head in apology. You snuggled closer, your head on his bare chest and sighed. “It’s okay with me for you to talk about your problems.Everybody needs to vent sometime.The thing is, I feel...bad.I feel like I’m part of the problem.” “You’re not.” He said vehemently. “Lori started accusing me of havin’ an affair long before you and I ever...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it, his guilt wouldn’t allow it. That sat well with you. It was the least either of you could do.Admit that this temptation you’d both given into wasn’t right. “How much do we owe you for watchin’ Carl?” He inquired with a softness in his tone that made you melt inside. “I can’t charge you not when we’re sleeping together.It would feel like-like-“ “I get it.” He ran his hand along your side tenderly. “But I’m gonna have to pay you anyway.” You winced. Of course he did. She would notice if suddenly their was an extra $80 bucks in their account every week. He could hide the money, save it and use it for something, but that would be one more lie he had to tell Lori.So you accepted the money and put it all in your savings account. Guilt kept you from spending it and as it turned out,you had needed that money to get yourself out of Kentucky.It had gotten you as far as Richmond,Virginia when all hell broke loose. It was there you met Charlie...

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” He murmured into your hair.

Darryl cleared his throat. “Are you forgetting somethin’?”

Rick looked to him questioningly.

“She married a sociopath!”

“She’s...a friend” He hedged.

“I don’t care if she’s your damn aunt fanny! Her “husband” murdered Glenn and Abraham!” He growled and spit at your feet.

You jerked back at the insult. “You’re not the only one that’s lost people to The Saviors.” Your voice shook as you spoke.You couldn’t bring yourself to say that it was Negan who killed Charlie.Negan had done terrible things,but he also made you feel wonderful things, now was not the time to reconcile the two.

“He killed my best friend.My co-leader,Charlie.” You told them.”He forced me to choose between havin’ my head bashed in or becoming a wife. You gestured toward Tanya. “Her mom was terminally sick.She was suffering. He offered to get her some morphine if Tanya would become his wife.”

Rick was listening with wrapped attention, compassion in his gaze.

“Frankie,” you nodded toward the redhead. Her green eyes begged you not to tell. You took a breath, “She was attacked by a group of cruel and violent men.Negan and The Saviors, rescued her.The price for his help was marriage.” You hoped Amber had gotten far far away from the Sanctuary. If your words were revealed to be untrue, you might all be killed. You had no doubt this, Darryl guy would have you strung up in a heartbeat. Quiet followed the sad tale.

“I believe you.” Rick said calmly. “I’m sorry you had to go through this.” Your eyes filled with tears. Not because you agreed with his insinuation that your marriage to Negan was a form of torture you had undergone, but for all else you had endured since leaving Kentucky.

Darryl huffed loudly. “What are we gonna do with Negan?” He ground out.

“Now’s not the time or place to discuss this.” Rick inclined his head, peering at Darryl over your shoulder. “We’ll talk about it once we get them to Alexandria.”

“Fine.” The man responded. Though it didn’t sound as if he were fine with Rick’s decision at all. them, “once we get them to Alexandria.”He’d said.Your heart lept at the possibility that Them included Negan.

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jodiereedus22 · 7 years ago

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Inconvenient Timing

Requested by Anon: could I request something? id like to read your version of Daryl and an OC having a baby in the prison; they’re trapped in one side of the prison to keep the OC from getting the sickness and she ends up going into labor and Daryl has to deliver their baby himself

A/N: As always want to thank my girl @crossbowking

Word Count: 2446

Living in the apocalypse was hard especially when you are on your own. That’s why Elizabeth was so thankful to have met Rick and his group. The only thing Elizabeth didn’t predict happening – was falling in love with a crossbow-wielding angel – Daryl Dixon.

Elizabeth and Daryl had been through a lot together: fights, losing people, being on the road, walkers.

But some things were made better for being with each other.

Elizabeth had been at the prison now for a while and everything was how it should be, peaceful.

After the attack and the disappearance of the Governor life at the prison finally blissful.

Of course, at this moment Elizabeth wasn’t feeling that blissful, the Georgian heat was enough to make people melt, let only being close to full term with hers and Daryl’s baby.

Yes, that’s right Elizabeth was pregnant in the apocalypse. It couldn’t get much harder.

Both Elizabeth and Daryl didn’t know how to take the news when they found out. they were both terrified. Not only were they at the end of the world, with hardly any medicine, no hospitals, but they were both terrified of being parents.

And although Elizabeth and Daryl loved each other more than anything, they were not alone. they had a whole family of people in that prison that would be there in an instant, and that thought comforted both Elizabeth and Daryl.

Elizabeth couldn’t do much around the prison, so she mainly helped Carol with food preparations or cleaning clothes.

It was hard for Elizabeth to keep such a distance from the action, it wasn’t something she necessarily loved but it was a necessity and she wanted to help.

On a particularly hot day, Elizabeth sat outside to get as much breeze as possible, trying to relax, with her face turned up towards the sky and her eyes closed, with the noises of laughter, she finally felt relaxed.

She was finally in a meditative state when someone blocked her light but before she could get annoyed she saw it was Carol.

“You need to eat momma”, Carol's nickname for her always made her heart swell.

“Has Daryl eaten?” knowing the answer.

Carol looked at Elizabeth with a slightly disgruntled stare.

“I’m not eating ‘til he does!”, Elizabeth stated, quite firmly.

“Why you gotta be so stubborn woman?” Daryl clearly overhearing the conversation joined in.

All Elizabeth could do was give Daryl a devious smirk. Something she always prided herself on was her ability to break down Daryl’s walls.

Daryl grabbed himself a bowl and Carol handed Elizabeth hers and left Elizabeth and Daryl to it.

Daryl came and sat beside Elizabeth placing a kiss on her forehead as they enjoyed their meal in a comfortable silence, watching people hard at work, being in their own little bubble.

Elizabeth suddenly flinched and moved a little where she sat.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Daryl asked concerned.

“Yh…” Elizabeth said breathlessly. “here,” she said as she placed Daryl’s hand on her bump to feel their baby kick.

They both smiled at each other while Daryl kept his hand on her bump.

When night came Elizabeth and Daryl retreated back to their cell. With a candle lit in the corner, they both cuddled up to one another in a loving embrace.

With Elizabeth’s head on Daryl's chest, she could feel him sigh. Elizabeth pivoted her head to look at him.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked.

“Nothing, why’d ya ask?”, he responded.

“Come on Daryl, you know I know you better than that. Spill!” Elizabeth demanded of Daryl, but still in a loving way.

She knew that giving Daryl the chance he would carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, she didn’t want that for him, having a stern voice with him every now and then was the only way Daryl would truly open up sometimes.

“I’m scared,” was all Daryl said.

“Scared? About what?” Elizabeth asked.

“About this baby, about being a father,” a silence lingered in the air.

“How do I know, how do you know that I won’t turn out like my ole man,” Daryl said, his eyes averted from Elizabeth, an ashamed look on his face.

“Hey!”, Elizabeth got Daryl attention.

“Your father was an arsehole of a person as well as a father. Daryl, you have a kind heart, a loving soul, there is not a single inch of you that is your father, or your brother. I have no doubt that you will be a wonderful father because you are a wonderful person, and I don’t want you thinking any less of yourself. Do you hear me?” a slightly stern voice coming out of Elizabeth as she placed a hand on his cheek brushing a piece of hair out of his face.

Daryl just nodded submissively.

“Okay good, now kiss me Daryl Dixon!” Elizabeth demanded with a smirk on her face.

Daryl slowly closed the gap between the two of them and placed a passionate kiss on her lips, pulling away slightly to rest his forehead on hers, looking into each other’s eye.

“The end of the world is the best thing that ever happened to me, ya know that!” Daryl exclaimed.

“Ditto”, Elizabeth responded,

And it was true, if the end of the world never happened they would never have met each other, they wouldn’t have fallen in love with each, they would be having their baby. They both silently thanked the end of the world happening, for all the loss and death they have both suffered in this new world, they have always had each other to go back to, to makes each other feel safe and warm and loved. To each other, they were a blessing.

The next day started as any other day, Elizabeth helped with as many chores as she could, getting more nervous by the day as it could be any moment she goes into labor.

Before the sun got at its hottest Daryl and Elizabeth always liked to go for a walk along the perimeter. It was time just for them away from everyone else, some quiet time to enjoy the life they had made there.

That peace was shattered by gunshots and screaming, Daryl looked to Elizabeth torn, he needed to help their people, but he wasn’t going to leave his pregnant girlfriend to walk up by herself, he would never forgive himself if something happened because he wasn’t there to prevent it.

Elizabeth knew Daryl better that Daryl knew himself, and she saw the struggle on his face.

“It’s okay, go!” she told him.

“I’m not leaving you out here by yourself, there’s plenty of people there that can handle whatever’s going on. Come on.” Daryl said lacing his fingers in hers and making their way back to the prison.

Once inside Daryl sat Elizabeth down at one of the tables while Daryl went to find out what was going on.

As Daryl was walking through the corridors towards the cell block Rick stopped him going any further.

“Wait! Daryl stay back” Rick said.

“What? Why? What’s going on?” Daryl questioned Rick.

“Patrick, Hershel’s saying he got sick, he died and turned then attacked the block, everyone who was in there could be infected, you’ve got Elizabeth if you came in here you could go near her,” Rick explained.

“So, what do we do?” Daryl asked concerned for everyone.

As Daryl said that Hershel came out.

“Like Rick said, we could all be infected, we have to separate the vulnerable for everyone else that includes the children, the elderly and especially Elizabeth, if she comes near anyone who could be infected it could be fatal not just to her but your baby too. You need to take her somewhere, keep her safe ‘til we can figure something out.” Hershel explained.

Daryl gave Rick and Hershel a nod and headed back towards Elizabeth.

Elizabeth sat there twiddling her thumbs, she always hated not knowing. When Daryl walked in but straight past her into the cell they shared.

Elizabeth got up and followed him.

“Daryl, what happening? What happened back there?” she tried to press him for some answers, getting confused as to what Daryl was packing.

Daryl carried on packing without giving Elizabeth an answer.

“Daryl!” Elizabeth shouted.

He stopped packing and turned around to face her.

“Look it’s hard to explain, there’s a virus or something going around, it killed Patrick, people that were in the cell block could be infected, I need to get you away from everyone,” Daryl said.

He stepped towards Elizabeth and placed one hand on her cheek, the other on her bump.

“To keep you and our baby safe, okay?”

Elizabeth nodded and helped Daryl pack.

“Where do we go?” Elizabeth asked.

“There’s an administrations building should be safe, we’ll find a comfy room to hold up in.”

Daryl picked up the bags, took Elizabeth hand and heading towards the other side of the prison.

The walk wasn’t too long or hard, but Elizabeth started feeling uncomfortable, but she just put it down to stress and the baby kicking.

“Here,” Daryl said opening up a door that led into a cozy room with a pull-out sofa bed.

“How long do you think we have to be here?” Elizabeth asked.

“I don’t know, but everything will be okay,” Daryl reassured her.

Luckily the sofa bed was a double and Elizabeth and Daryl were snuggled up with each other with Daryl’s hand gently caressing Elizabeth’s baby bump.

They relaxed into a deep sleep when Elizabeth jolted up suddenly groaning.

“What wrong? Liz?” Daryl asked concerned.

When she didn’t answer him, he followed her eyes to see a wet patch on the bed.

“My water broke”, she said with a slight tremble in her voice.

And before long the contractions had started, and she had never felt pain like it.

Daryl was terrified, he remembered Lori and what happened to her, the only consolation as that Elizabeth would have Hershel this time.

Elizabeth was just as terrified, she was so happy and relieved that she was going to have Hershel by her side helping her give birth and now he wasn’t here she was panicking.

“I’m gonna get Hershel!” Daryl said quickly.

Before Daryl could get up to move Elizabeth grabbed his wrist.

“You can’t, this baby is coming Daryl, if you leave now, I’m gonna be on my own. You can’t leave!” Elizabeth pleaded.

The contractions started to get closer together and more intense and she found it hard not to scream out.

“I’m gonna have to push Daryl,” she told him.

Daryl moved so he was in between her legs, ready to receive their baby, while he reached with one hand to hold one of hers as she began to push.

With every push she screamed out in pain, trying over and over again, she was getting exhausted and didn’t know how much longer she could do it.

“Come on Liz, you’re doing so good, you’re almost there!” Daryl encouraged her.

“I’m scared Daryl”, she told him with sweat forming on her brow and a tear sliding down her cheek.

“I know baby girl, but just one more push, one more hard push and we’ll have our baby girl!” Daryl said with a smile on his face.

“How do you know its girl?” Elizabeth asked breathlessly, trying to gather up her strength for one final push.

“Because, I just know, I know we’re gonna have a baby girl just as beautiful as her momma”, Daryl said kissing the back of Elizabeth’s hand.

“Now just one more push, you can do it!” Daryl raised his voice hoping it would encourage her.

And with one final push and one last scream of pain, she felt her baby leave her and enter into the hands of the man she loved.

Elizabeth laid her head down, exhausted from giving birth when Daryl crawled round to her side and presented their baby girl.

“Told ya, as beautiful as her momma”, Daryl said holding their daughter out to her.

Elizabeth took her into her arms and couldn’t help but have a huge smile on her face as she caressed her daughter’s cheek. Their daughter opened her eyes and looked up at the world, Elizabeth placed a finger in her baby’s hand and their daughter held onto her momma’s finger.

Elizabeth turned her head to look at Daryl.

“I love you so much!” Elizabeth told Daryl.

“I love you too, you’re my everything!” Daryl returned the love.

He leant down and placed a soft and loving kiss on her lips.

“You must be exhausted, here, let me take her, get some rest okay!”

Daryl picked up their daughter and placed a kiss on Elizabeth’s forehead as she drifted to sleep.

A few days had passed. Luckily the bags that Daryl packed had contained some formula for their baby.

They hadn’t seen anyone in those few days, she was off limits to everyone just in case. Until a knock came at the door.

“Guys, my dad says everything is clear now, it’s safe for Elizabeth to come back,” Carl said through the door.

Daryl walked up to the door and opened it, the first thing Carl saw was Elizabeth sitting on the bed with a newborn in her arms.

“Can I?” Carl asked.

“Of course,”, Elizabeth answered.

Carl walked in and sat next to Elizabeth and their baby.

“Has she got a name?”, she looked at Daryl with a smile.

“No, not yet,” Elizabeth said.

“How about little badass, like her mom,” Carl suggested.

They all let out a giggle.

“That’s good kid, wish I’d have come up with that,” Daryl said ruffling Carl’s hair.

“Come on, everyone’s gonna be so excited,” Carl said with a huge grin on his face.

Daryl packed up what things remained and placed an arm around Elizabeth’s waist and lead her back to their cell block.

Getting closer they could hear the muffled voices of their family. Elizabeth stopped right before the door,

“Ya ready?” Daryl asked.

Elizabeth nodded.

“With you by my side, I’m always ready”, she said giving Daryl a loving smile.

As they walked into the block Little Badass made a gurgling noise and everyone’s heads jumped up to see Daryl Elizabeth and their newborn baby girl.

Everyone came to say help to their new addition. Daryl couldn’t have been prouder of Elizabeth and to be the father of their baby. And Elizabeth could never have defamed to fall in love with someone as perfect as Daryl.

And now they have a perfect family. Not just with their daughter, but with everyone in the prison.

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chinigan · 7 years ago

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WHOO BOY HERE WE GO

I was tagged by @game-of-grump What a cool dude y’all should go follow them

Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people (THAT’S A LOT OF STATEMENTS)

The last: (1) drink: lemon lime water (drink that agua kids) (2) phone call: my mum like last week cause i lost her in town (3) text message: LMAO I don’t actually text much I’m p/ sure the last text I sent was in like july or something i do not remember (4) song you listened to: Imaginary Parties by Superfruit (Y’ALL IT’S SUCH A JAM LISTEN TO IT) (5) time you cried: sometime last week? or this week... whenever I posted about crying at the past 3 things I watched and that I bet I would cry at despicable me 3 (i didn’t) (6) dated somebody twice: I think once when I was like 16 so young and stupid and thought he deserved a second chance (LMAO NAH) (7)kissed someone and regretted it: Again, I was young and stupid (probably around 16-17 too) (8)have been cheated on: not that I’m aware of, never happened (9)lost someone special: Several. (10)been depressed: since I was born till right this second lmao (11)gotten drunk and thrown up: uuuuuh sometime last year at uni (I remember nothing from that night to this day) (12) favourite colours to wear: Grey (13) Black (14) White (I’ll die for my minimalist aesthetic In The Last Year Have You: (15)made new friends: YES I’m such a slut for making new friends (16)fallen out of love: in terms of fake friends then yes (17)laughed until you cried: u ain’t laughing right if u ain’t crying while doing it (18)found out somebody was talking about you: probably (I’m oblivious to drama that involves me I only live for other peoples drama) (19)met somebody who changed you: probably I can’t think of any one specifically (20)found out who your friends are: my dragon age inquisition crew are the only squad I need now (21)kissed somebody on your Facebook list: yes (22)how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I have 125 facebook friends and I know every single one of them (23)do you have any pets: I HAVE A PERSIAN-TABBY CAT CALLED JASPER AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM (24)do you want to change your name: every day. I do not like my name and am tired of a life time of people saying and spelling it wrong. (25)what did you do for your last birthday: threw a sick party with my house mates at uni (I GOT A PIÑATA AND EVERYTHING) (26)what time did you wake up: 9:30AM (27)what were you doing at midnight: playing dragon age inquisition (28)name something you can’t wait for: HALLOWEEN (29)when was the last time you saw your mom: 10 minutes ago (30)what are you listening to rn: this (on repeat because reasons) (31)have you ever talked to somebody named Tom: Buddy, have you ever talked to 4 Tom’s at once? Cause I have and it’s a wild ride (32)something that gets on your nerves: Fuckin.... shitty loud kids on planes/trains/any transport that is typically quiet (33)most visited website: probably a tie between tumblr and youtube (34)hair color: black/grey fade (35)long or short hair: short af (36)do you have a crush on somebody: more like do I want to crush somebody (37)what do you like about yourself: my art cause FUCK if I haven’t improved so much from the shitty invader zim drawings I used to do in science class (38)piercings: I used to have my ears pierced but neeldlephobia got the better of me so they healed up (39)blood type: O something (I forgot if it’s neg or pos) (40)nickname: sket, foghorn (lovingly given by my uni housemates) (42)relationship status: taken (43)zodiac: taurus bby (44)pronouns: man idgaf u can refer to me as a potato for all I care lmao (45)favorite tv shows: literally anything with richard horvitz, rick and morty, Endeavor, it’s to late to think of any other but cartoons. (46)tattoos: 3! (47)right or left handed: right handed (48)surgery: nope! (I’ve had a lumbar puncture tho (not surgery)) (49)piercing: none (50)sport: when I was younger... I used to be on a badminton team, netball team, hockey team, lacross team, I used to be so active (then video games happened) (51)vacation: in terms of where I’ve been? Italy, France, Egypt, Bahrain (I think thats it??? ? ? ?) (52)pair of trainers: do I own any??? no. I have skate shoes so close enough (53)eating: dark mint kit kat (54)fav drink: Irn Bru (it’s in my blood) (55)what you’re up to: watching youtube shit posts cause fuck sleep (56)waiting for: the sweet embrace of death (57)want: more PS4 games but I’m poor (58)get married: LMAO NO (59) career: catch me in 2020 on the lead animator credits for minions 2 (I’m joking, but I do want to work for illumination) (60)hugs or kisses: hug me bitch (61)lips or eyes: eyes (62)shorter or taller: idgaf (63)older or younger: eeeeehhhhh probably older if I really had to pick one (64)nice arms or stomach: arms (65)hook up or relationship: idc (66)troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant (67)kissed a stranger: absolutely not (68)drank hard liquor: of course (69)lost glases/contact lenses: lost/broken/damaged glasses (70)turned someone down: yea (71)sex in the first date: NAH MAN U CAN’T BREAK THE ACE SPACE (72)broke someone’s heart: I have (I still feel bad about it) (73)had your heart broken: more than once (74)been arrested: nope (75)cried when someone died: like a bitch (76)fallen for a friend: yes Do You Believe In: (77)yourself: not really (78)miracles: sometimes (79)love at first sight: no (80) Santa Claus: of course (81) kiss on the first date: eeeehhh idk I’d judge that individually (82) angels: yes Other: (83)current best friends names: Sarah, Josh, Dan, Jak (84)eye color: hazel/green (85) favorite movie: animated: who framed roger rabbit (partially animated?) or the book of life non-animated: the pitch perfect seires (GIVE ME THE 3RD ONE ALREADY)

whooo boy that took a while

I don’t think I can tag 20 people so I’ll tag 10 and if you want to do it but haven’t been tagged this is me telling u to do it (but u don’t have to if you don’t want to! it’s a lot to work through: @i-love-my-corner @rottenplantt @markimoot @birdurer @insaincat @grumpykramer @avidaddy @avibang-bang @gigglygrumps @amirrorcalledthemoon

#long post #chin talks #whoOOO Y'ALL JUST LEARNED A LOT ABOUT ME

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the-hindu-times · 6 years ago

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November 2018 reviews roundup

After being allowed into Pryzm for Razorlight at Kingston’s New Slang (a difficult place for me to get past security) on the first day of the month, I played at a birthday party for Athlete’s Tim Wantstall before catching a John Power instore at Banquet Records the following week. After a chance appearance in the filming for Made In Chelsea at the Natural History Museum’s ice rink in South Kensington, we headed to ‘Richard Herring's Leicester Square Theatre Podcast’ with presenter, Rick Edwards, and ‘Goodness Gracious Me’ star, Sanjeev Bhaskar. With Just Jack playing at Patterns, just around the corner, we opted for Seasick Steve at the Brighton Dome - possibly the best venue of that size (1,700+) to see any show in; with clear vision and sound, no matter where you are. In fact, unless you have pre-booked a reserved seat, you are pretty much free to choose your perfect viewing position – even sold out events allow enough space for freedom of movement for maximum comfort. The 78-year-old (although it is thought he could have actually been born 10 years later) had upgraded from a two to a three-piece; with the addition of a bass player. The former ‘90s Modest Mouse producer, and 1960s friend to Joni Mitchell, continued to share the vibe from his Paris busking days, 18 years ago. Apart from his first 2 records, ‘Cheap’ and ‘Dog House Music’, 2008’s ‘Man From Another Time’ and 2016’s ‘Keepin’ the Horse Between Me and the Ground’, 1 or 2 songs from each of his LPs were jammed tonight, with half of his new album ‘Can U Cook?’ taking priority before returning with new song ‘Insta This’ to open the encore.

After Natalie Shay at The Ned in Bank, we headed to the Soho Theatre a few days later for Natalie Palamides’ new show ‘Nate’. Showing how ridiculous the recent, resurfaced advice on how not to get sexually assaulted really is, the former Power Puff Girl voice-actor performed topless in a comedy that tackled gender and rape issues. Recovering from being hit by a motorcycle a few days earlier - an incident the police would have taken more seriously over any of the issues raised here, tonight saw involved audience members taking off clothes rather than taking themselves seriously.

In this country, we live in a confused “how can she be allowed out wearing that?” society where, if those words come out of your mouth, it means you find them/the clothing sexual and think it’s not appropriate for them to be dressed in that way. This evening reiterated the fact that unless someone physically asks for it with words, then it’s only in the eye of the rapist. Of course, all this didn’t even cross anyone’s mind as we were at a comedy show, laughing and enjoying ourselves, forgetting that we’re supposed to see nudity in an erotic way.

A couple of days later, we were at The Palladium for Absolute Radio’s ‘Stand Up To Cancer’ event. With Frank Skinner on MC duties; recalling try-outs and ad-libs from his ‘Man With No Show’ run at the Soho Theatre, when required, he was joined by a host of TV favourites; Nish Kumar seemed to have benefited more from Brexit than the country ever will as his routines were taken to a new level, which have propelled him into the limelight on the BBC’s ‘The Mash Report’. Chris Ramsey had to do his first short set in a while; cutting out the majority of his recent touring show by over an hour. Jo Caulfield and Jon Richardson seemed more suited to the shorter spots as Gary Delany’s one-liners seemed like they could have been never ending. Rob Beckett’s new self-putdowns were more animated than usual whilst Glenn Moore was a welcomed surprise; an up-to-date traditionalist, if that’s possible.

The following evening we were at Outside The Box at the Fighting Cocks in Kingston where Jack Whitehall opened the night before I was at the Groucho Club, in Soho, the next day for The Lightning Seeds, Hannah Nicholson, Morrissey & Marshall and Gracey Lloyd, who shared the bill with unannounced, special guests including James Walsh from Starsailor and Romeo Stodart from The Magic Numbers. Jay Mehler (husband of Ringo Starr’s daughter, Lee Starkey) from Kasabian/Beady Eye/Liam Gallagher was in attendance but comedians Matt Richardson and Noel Fielding stayed in the downstairs bar.

We ended the month with a trip to Gunther Von Hagens’ Body Worlds in Piccadilly Circus the next day, where you can see the full coverage on Tasha’s Instagram.

Nic Bennett

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[HM] Cotton Eye Joe

Joseph Calhoun was a cold shot of whiskey on a humid summer night. He blew into town on a Triumph Bonneville one Friday while Millie Mae and I were smooth-talking some suckers at Randy's Front Porch. The Porch, the last smoke-filled, grime-covered bar in Quincy, Alabama, hosted all types of riff-raff stopping in from the high-way. But Joe, he was something different.

Those weathered denim jeans just did something to me. It would have been to easy if he sauntered up to the bar and offered to buy me a drink. No, that flousy Caroline had her hand in his waistband before I could slide off my bar stool. Her plume of blonde hair bounced around and all but covered that stubble-studded jaw. It didn't matter though, I suppose, all good things come with time.

Millie Mae saw me eyeing Joe from the door.

"Lucille, don't you dare leave me here surrounded by these vagabond's you call men. We are havin' a girls night- nothin' but tits and tequila." She raised her shot glass in the hair and I couldn't help but to mimic her.

The tequila stung my throat in eye-tearing delight. "Millie Mae have I ever left you deserted before?"

"Yes!" Her brown eyes shot open real wide, like I knew they would. "There was that time at your birthday when Derek Proctor got you drunk off Pabst and you disappeared to his pick-up. AND when you left me at The Tavern before they shut down."

"Alright, alright. But other than the occasional abandonment, I have been a pretty reliable friend- have I not?" I learned and put my arm around her shoulders.

"Oh you're reliable alright. A reliable shit-show." Millie laughed and hugged me back. It was good to be out with her again- it had been ages. Recently divorced, Millie wasn't quite ready to jump back on that bull again.

"Hey, everybody's gotta have someone to depend on!" We laughed and drank until the bartender yelled for last call. Only a handful of us were left. Millie and I shuffled to the door behind old Rick Hayes, who almost single-highhandedly kept The Porch in business. Just before the threshold, I felt a warmth on back. I glanced around to see Mr. Whiskey-shot himself still lounging at a corner table. His hooded eyes looked into mine in a kind of feral wanting, but his lop-sided smirk tore me to shreds.

I went back to The Porch almost every night for the next week. I wouldn't admit it, but I was only there for one reason. I had almost given up hope and cursed Lady Luck herself when I felt a hot breeze blow in from the door behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know.

"Still drinkin' Tequila?" His voice was a bit deeper than I imagined, but that southern draw felt like home.

"How do you know what I drink?" I was afraid to turn, I'll admit. I feared my eyes would betray me when I faced him.

"When two good-lookin' women are loudly proclaiming tits and tequila to the bar, I tend to take notice." I couldn't help but smile. Ever cell in my ever-loving body tried to resist- but I was hooked.

I had been in love before- that was nothing new. I love quick and I love deep, and I am not ashamed of that. What I was ashamed of was how much I came to depend on Joe. How much I needed his easy laughter at the end of the day, or his wide hands on my shoulders. I never thought I would be scared of love- but something about this frightened me.

For nearly six months we spent our spare time in each others' arms. For nearly six months I was inexplicably, irrevocably happy. I assumed Joe was, as well. He was more reserved, but that was alright. I had enough eccentricities for the both of us. I dreamed openly, and loudly about what it would be like if we got married. He made small comments, or changed the subject. He didn't say it, but I felt in his touch, in his gaze that he wanted to stay with me. It was like a chapter out of one of my mawmaw's fairytale books.

Like all good stories, this one ends where it began. Even now, I think of striking a match and soaking the whole Porch in kerosene just to watch those cursed wood beams shriek in fire.

Joe and me were on a date with Millie and her new friend Beau. Like I said before, The Porch was the last smoke-filled, grime-covered bar in town- so that is where we ended up at 1 am. On Saturday night, most of Quincy ended up at The Porch as well- including that dirt bag Derek Proctor. He never really got over that night I let him feel me up in his pick-up, and he let me know about it.

Well, on this particular Saturday Joe had enough. He wasn't ever really a jealous man, but I think something about Derek just set him off. He walked over to Derek's table and let him know he need to stop eyeing me.

"My eyes aren't your property- sir. Besides, no one wants touch that whore." Derek spat out, drunk on Jack Daniels and meaner than spitfire.

Joe threw his beer glass at the wall behind Derek's head. I knew he wasn't aiming for him, because his face was untouched.

Derek stood up fast enough to tip his chair over, and so did his three friends with him. The whole party tumbled out into the parking lot to have it out.

I yelled at Joe. "Stop! Joseph! They're drunk, let's just go!" But he didn't listen. He didn't particularly care that there were more of them than there was of him, neither.

Derek's friends grabbed Joe's arms and let Derek wail away at him. I've never been one to shy away from a fight, so I kicked my boot heel as hard as I could into one of Derek's ribs. He feel for a second to the ground, but when he got back up there was something wicked and shiny in his hand.

One slash and Joe's face was covered in blood. Luckily, the owner of The Porch had already called the cops and those cherries were flashing at the edge of the parking lot. We got Joe to the hospital as fast as we could, but his left eye was done for. He lost sight in that eye, and a white film developed over it, like a thin sheet of cotton. That's why old Rick Hayes started calling him Cotton-Eye Joe, and it just kind of stuck like things do around here.

He had never been a settlin man, and I do suppose I was playing with fire trying to keep him in Quincy forever. I think our loved scared him too, as much as it did me. When he was released, Joe took his Bonneville for a trip back to Texas to see his family- and never came back. Watching the dust kick up from his back tire, I knew that our time together was just as fleeting as that dirt-devil. Nothing left but specks in the wind.

Many men, nice, quiet, respectable men, have tried to take my hand since then. I've gotten mighty close, but that ring hasn't yet made it onto my finger. Millie re-married, and to a good man too. His name is Gavin and he's a northerner- but we accept him anyway.

I make a lot of excuses to my parents about why my life ended up the way it did, but my heart knows the reason. If it hadn't been for Cotton Eye Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton Eye Joe?

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A Story About My Time with a Homeless Man

I was walking towards my house on October 13th that year when a homeless man grabbed my ankle. I stepped back, almost appalled by what was occurring . . . unfortunately, my disgust was not with the fact that we must have precious lives waste away on street corners, but at the fact that one of those bags of misery had touched my leg.

I looked down at him and he smiled up at me. His eyes were tired, but they were shining as if they had just been renewed. “I finally got it, mister.”

My confusion told him to continue.

“The meaning of all this, I mean.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so he continued without my prompting. “Sir,” he said. “Do you have any children?”

I shook my head.

“No? Any family?”

“Only a mother.”

“Only a mother?” he said, leaning against the bricks that formed the apartment building behind him. “A mother. See, I have no family, aside from my son who I lost last year.”

“I’m sorry to hear –”

“Don’t apologize for a death you didn’t cause. Just because I’m sitting here in rags doesn’t mean you can patronize me like I’m a dog.”

I was very much taken aback by his abrasive tone he adopted out of the blue, but I just said: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know, I know. Formalities shape the society we live in, not the people we are. But I digress. You wanna know what my son��s last words to me were?”

“What were they?”

“Sit down, son, I’ll tell you.”

Part of me was telling the other part of me to get out of there, to go home, to snuggle up in bed by the fire and never think about the poor, miserable soul and whatever fucked up story he was about to tell ever again.

But then I sat down.

“My son never said dad, or daddy, or dada until he was three years old. It was always momma this, mom that, mommy do it . . . I loved him more than life itself. My wife died when he was three, and he never said momma, mommy, or mom again.”

I went to say I’m sorry, but I stopped.

“He grew up to be a fine young boy, and I was so proud of him. He was my life.”

“What happened?”

The man scratched his arm as he shifted atop his newspapers. I finally got a good look at him – he was rugged, with a long beard, and tatty clothes. He wasn’t dirty, though, he kept good care of himself. His mouth seemed dry, and his hair was long and black.

“Well,” he said, snapping me out of my observations, “he was hit by a car when he was fifteen.”

“Did they ever catch the guy who did it?”

“Yep – he’s sitting on a street corner as we speak. The court ate him out of house and home and he doesn’t have a penny to his name.”

It took me a moment, but when it hit me my eyes widened. “You got that right,” he whispered. “I was leaving for work. He ran out the front of the house to bring me my bag.”

He looked up and away from me. “Died instantly.”

I tapped him on the shoulder.

He looked over to me.

“Can I say I’m sorry this time?”

He half-smiled. “It was the worst day of my life. They put me in jail. They let me go as it was ruled an accident but I was fired.

Nobody would hire me. I lost everything – not just my house, but my son.”

“What were his last words?”

“Hm?”

“His last words,” I repeated. “What were they?”

“Well, I believe they were: ‘Dad, stop.’”

We both sat there for a while with the wind shaping our hair, the darkness of the night setting in as the new horizon shone, the streetlamps flickering on. Oblivion looks much nicer in the company of a friend.

I put my arm on the man’s shoulders.

He leaned in.

I finally broke the silence. “I don’t know how I could go on if something like that happened to me.”

The man leaned back. I could tell my words hit a little too close to the home he didn’t have. “Well that’s what I realized, son. The meaning of all this. It’s because of that that I can finally be free, and move on.”

“Move on?” I asked.

The man stood up. “I know what it all means now. What it means to love, what loss is . . . I know it all so well and I’m better for it. But I’m done feeling pain. The meaning of it all . . .”

That was when the homeless man jumped in front of a car.

LATER

It wasn’t fatal, as I assume he planned it to be.

I visited him in the hospital that week. They gave me his information as I was the one who called the police upon his attempted suicide.

When he saw me walk into his room he began to laugh.

“Now I look like a crazy old fool who didn’t know the half of it.”

“That’s about right,” I said, sitting down. “Do you ever think,” I asked, “that losing your son isn’t the same as figuring it all out?”

The man smiled. “I thought that by losing him . . . I figured that if life only exists to be taken away, that dying didn’t matter. That there was no meaning behind my death and that life only retains the value that we imbue it with . . . that there’s nothing inherently special about living.”

I let his words soak into the curtains of the hospital room. The sun faded through the window, the dust particles upending the air around them, becoming a focal point for my thoughts, and I put my finger to my mouth. What the hell is the point of all this? If one just sits back and watches while everyone they love dies, and then they die, or if they’re lucky, they die first, then what is the point?

“Maybe,” I began to say without thinking properly, “there is no point to life, and rather than the notion that it has meaning, that’s what makes it beautiful – that it’s completely existent based on chance, that the reason we’re all here is luck, that none of this matters but it happens anyway – maybe that is where the beauty lies.”

The man leaned in to respond. “You’re so smart, kid. Smartest kid I ever met.”

“Well, that makes sense,” I replied, leaning forward to match him. “I do watch Rick and Morty.”

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