#i SMOKE everyone in the pony champ

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One head ache later, and I now have ALL of the Championships throughout the week set on my phone to give me a beep at the 15 and 10 minute count down. It's been a goal of mine to get at least ONE 1st place ribbon for each of my horses and I'm DETERMINED to finally complete that goal after 7 years

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The Ultimate Vow (A Prosciutto Timeline): Prosciutto X Reader

Here is the really long Prosciutto fic that I’ve been working on amidst finals. Here’s the thing: you’ll see it’s another dramatic telling of a La Squadra childhood, using the name HCs I posted. I just couldn’t get this out of my head but I don’t want to be known as a one-trick pony. 

Anyway, without further ado: Prosciutto X Reader (4.5k words)

CWs: parent/child arguing, smoking, not sfw-ish

“And they all lived happily ever after. The end.”

1980. The young woman closed the book and looked down at the two contrasting faces of the two children before her. One of them, her daughter, was grinning ear to ear in excitement, her cheeks beautifully rosied in wishful thinking. The other, her beloved son, about three years younger and five years old, in disgust at the romantic fluff, his little overbite biting into his lip in thought, a tick he always had. 

“Oh… what I’d do to have a happy ending like that…” 

The little girl hummed pleasantly, standing up from her spot and swaying back and forth as if dancing with her imaginary prince. Her younger brother rolled his eyes and laid back in his bed as his sister waltzed with herself across the bedroom floor. 

“Lucia that’s enough excitement for one night. Come join Andino, that story was supposed to put you to sleep.” 

The little girl pouted. “But I can’t just go to bed now. Not when I’m picturing the perfect romance with my future husband and me!”

A young man came up behind his wife and they together stared down at their children in bed with loving smiles. Still, the little boy wasn’t having any of it, he was too tired. 

“Will you knock it off Lucia?” The little girl ignored him.

“Oh, it’ll be perfect! He’ll be just like daddy and take out all of the bad people in the city. Then my love’ll meet me and the two of us will fall madly in love under our hero names until we’re finally ready to settle down and then, there’s gonna be all these fireworks, he’ll whisper his real name to me and we live happily ever after. Ah! It’s so romantic!” 

The little boy’s interest remained peaked, turning over to his sister at that last part. 

“What do you mean his real name? You’re gonna marry someone and you don’t even know their name?” 

His sister rolled her eyes and shook her head at her silly younger brother, all while their parents look at each other, perplexed how their daughter knew such a mature practice. The father cleared his throat and knelt down to his son. 

“You see well… there’s this common practice that since it’s dangerous to do what I do, I have to stick with my ‘hero’ name during most times of the day. When I was younger, before I met mom, I went by my hero name at all times for safety. It’s a show of love son, to tell someone your real name. It shows that you’re willing to trust someone with your true self, even when others want to use your true self against you. I love your mother, and I trust her. And one day you’ll meet a girl who you’ll trust, and as an ultimate vow, you’ll tell her your real name. And if she’s a ‘hero’ as well, then she’ll tell you her real name. And Lucia will one day have a man say his real name to her. It’s the ultimate show of trust.”

The little boy sat in his bed stunned, infatuated with the idea of one day meeting someone that he could put his true self towards. Staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom after everyone had left, he vowed to himself that he would find this girl one day if it was the last thing he did. 

1988. The air hung heavily in the kitchen, the only sound being the occasional winces spilling from the young male’s lips as his mother quickly moved to disinfect the cut at his temple. He continuously tried to nudge her off, grumbling that he could take care of it himself, but the woman kept him tightly in his grip. 

“We have to hurry.” The preteen glanced over at his mother, a confused look dawning his face.  

“Why?” The woman turned her head hearing the clinking of keys right outside the front door, and her eyes widened in desperation. 

“You’ll find out soon.” She dropped her supplies and stood up, wiping off her hands on a nearby washcloth before taking hold of the boy’s shoulder.

“Leave. Go to your room. Now. Join your sister.”  The young teen, only about thirteen years old, looked back and forth between his mother and the loud crash of the front door swinging wide open. 

“Wait what do you mea-”

“WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT IDIOT?!” 

The woman rushed forward towards the furious man and held her hands out to block him from their son. The man kept trying to scoot past her, but she kept her ground, wondering why her son wasn’t moving from his spot in the chair and running into his room for protection. The boy stood up from the chair, having never seen his father so incredibly angry, genuinely wondering what he had done. 

“Salvatore, stop it! Don’t hurt him. He didn’t know.” 

“Like hell he didn’t know. All his life I’ve been training him for these things and this is what the coglione does?! This is what he fucking does?!”

With that, the man nudged past his wife and strode over to his son, looking him down in deep contempt and disgust. Still, though, he had raised a stubborn son, with young Andino not flinching in the slightest under his father’s penetrating gaze. Salvatore Russo bit the inside of his cheek, breathing heavily through his nose like an enraged bull. 

“What. Have. You. DONE?!” 

Andino blinked back a little at the sudden volume shift but kept his ground. With a clenching of his fist, he looked up at his father with a defensive air. Why was he in the wrong? He saved a little girl’s life for god sake! Who knows what would have happened if those men had gotten to her? So why the hell was his father so angry? 

The mother inched closer to the two of them, placing a soft hand on her husband’s shoulder. 

“Andino… head back into your roo-”

“I did nothing wrong! She called me her hero! Just like how I call you! What would you have wanted me to do?! Let them kill her?!”

The father growled before swiftly gripping onto his son’s shirt tightly and pushing him back into the wall. The mother squeaked timidly at the sight of her flesh and blood being attacked by seemingly the love of her life, knowing that what the boy did was wrong and that she shouldn’t interfere, so she didn’t. 

“How naive can you be?! I’m not a hero! I’m not a goddamn hero! I called myself a hero when you were little so you wouldn’t know what I really do! But you’re older now, so stop bringing up that hero shit. 

That girl was the daughter of a man from a rival group in the area. Those men chasing her were my men. We were only going to take her for a short amount of time and then we would have returned her unharmed once her father paid up. But since you let her escape and go into hiding, we don’t where she is, or where her fucking father is! God to think you just happened to be there to ‘save the day’ huh?! Nice going… champ.” 

The teen gulped at the usual term of endearment that came from the man before him, staring into his fury fueled eyes before his father let him go of his shirt and took a few steps back, causing the boy to fall to the floor. Andino rubbed the back of his head in pain, feeling tears come to his eyes as his mother rushed over to hug him tightly for comfort. 

“I’m sorry padre. I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want her to get hurt.”

The man stared down at the floor, lighting himself a cigarette to calm down, shaking his head. 

“Well, you weren’t Andino. You weren’t doing the right thing. Thanks to you, I’ve become the laughing stock of this town’s gang for screwing this up. What have I taught you? A true man doesn’t start talking until the job is done. Don’t go getting all heroic on me.” 

The boy flinched, not wanting to picture his old man, his hero, as the butt of anyone’s joke, someone to be made fun of. Even if he didn’t want to be called a hero anymore, the young teenager still thought of his father as such.

The woman sighed. “Come on dear. He didn’t mean it.” 

Andino stared down at the floor, still encased in his mother’s arms, his lip quivering. Finally, he worked up the courage to look back up at his father and opened his mouth. 

“I’m sorry, really. I just wanted to save someone for once. Not be the bad guy like you. Not be… a mafioso.” The man looked down at his son, a playful scoff at his lip. 

“Aww… the poor boy didn’t want to be a mafioso no more. You hear that Giuseppina, he doesn’t want to be a mafioso no more. It’s like he doesn’t realize that he was born a mafioso! And he’s going to live as a mafioso! And he’s going to die a mafioso! Are we clear?!” 

Andino flinched before nodding obediently. “Yes. We’re clear.”

With a heavy sigh, Salvatore knelt down to his wife and son, looking the boy dead in the eye. 

“...Padre?” 

Andino felt a heavy pain place down on his chest as he saw a glossiness begin to form over his father’s eyes. The man (about to burst into tears as he realized the fate that awaited him for the failed mission), sighed heavily and held a hand out to his boy. When Andino held out his hand as well, he watched as his father carefully took a ring off his finger that had been next to his wedding ring, and placed it in the boy’s hand. Then, in an act that only shocked little Andino further, the father lunged forward and hugged his boy tightly, whispering that he loved him. The boy’s mother watched the whole interaction with total awareness of the situation, even if the teen was still confused. With a shaky breath, she closed her eyes and spoke. 

“Andino. Why don’t you go to bed?” 

The blond looked between his parents, the reason behind their sudden anxiety suddenly starting to dawn on him. The pain in his chest only worsened and he slowly stood up from the floor and began to leave the room. Before he could head to bed for the night, the young man turned around to see his mother hugging his father tightly on their kitchen floor, the man beginning to wildly sob for fear of his life. The boy soon walked down the hallway, hearing the house phone ring in the living room. His father went to pick it up, the caller instructing him to head to the headquarters immediately for them all to ‘discuss’ the failed mission. The man steeled himself and closed his eyes, saying he was on his way. 

The clicking of the phone hanging up and the clicking of the boy’s bedroom door closing filled the silent house. The man calmly slipped his coat on, gave his wife a loving kiss, and made his way out the door, careful not to slam the door behind him. 

Hours later, Andino stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Rising from his bed, he glances down the hall to look into the kitchen to see his mother treating his father’s cuts and bruises, his old man still crying tears of joy of just being alive. His mother moved to kiss her husband’s temple. 

“It’s okay Salvatore… it’s okay. You’re okay. You can trust me.” 

He rushed back to his room, hoping that with the way his life was headed, he’d have someone to care for him as his mother cared for his father. To call his name, to treat him like a human being, and just not a slave to the famiglia. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

1994. The young mafioso, only nineteen, waded through the crowds of people inside the bar, heading towards the countertop. He had just finished his errands for his father, running about the city, intimidating those who refused to pay their debts, and negotiating in his old man’s place with other Passione members. His busy capo father was too booked to celebrate a job well done with his own son, so Andino, the lowly apprentice, sat by himself at the bar. He was drinking and just listening to the music until a hand sneakily placed down on his leg and crept up slightly until moving away. The young man looked over at the young woman now sitting next to him, a smirk playing at her dark lips before they mutter a ‘hello’ to him. Andino looked her up and down, noting she was about his age, subtly dawning the standard golden pin over her black mesh top. His scan of her incredible curves, the mysterious lighting of the bar, and her heady perfume filling his nose caused the young man to chew nervously on his lip. The young woman chuckled and inched closer. 

“What’s a man like you doing alone here?” 

“Nothing you need to know about.”

“Aww… you’re no fun. I’m only trying to do you a favor. Someone as handsome as you doesn’t deserve to be alone, looking all sad like that. Come on, let me join you for a drink at least. We both got the pin, I just finished a couple errands. Let’s celebrate a job well done together.” She smiled and his breath hitched in his throat. 

The young mafia novice ordered two more drinks for him and his new friend, and the young woman already knew she had him wrapped around her finger for the night. 

“What’s your name?” She was taken back, usually, guys didn’t care. 

“...Mascarpone. Yours?” 

“Prosciutto.” 

Hours later, neither party would let the other breathe, their desperate lips refusing to leave the other’s, both of them drunk out of their minds. Prosciutto’s inexperienced hands roamed her body as both of them entered the hotel room, his partner for the night just happy with herself that she was able to manipulate him so well. Finally letting each other go, both adolescents made quick work of their clothes before returning their lips to their rightful place of contact, collapsing against the bed, heading into the early hours of the night.

Prosciutto laid on his side on the bed, bare underneath the covers, watching the woman before him reach into her purse, pull a cigarette out and light it, his cheeks innocently reddening with every glimpse he received of her naked chest. She took a puff of the tobacco before looking down at him in the silence. 

“Do you want one?” She asked. 

Prosciutto gulped before shyly nodding. Taking the lit cigarette in his hand, the young mafioso inhaled the smoke, only to choke once it hit his lungs. Sitting up in bed, the young man smacked his chest to recatch his breath. The girl soon sighed and took the cigarette from him, rubbing it out and waiting for him to calm down. When he was finally silent again after a few minutes, she pouted and rubbed his arm softly to calm him. 

“You alright?” 

“...Yeah.” 

“Good. Come here.” 

She giggled devilishly and leaned in, moving to passionately kiss Prosciutto in his flustered state. Dominating the embrace, her forceful lips pulled a small whimper from the naive man’s lips. Pushing him back down onto the bed to straddle his hips, Mascarpone lustfully took her partner’s mouth over and over, making him unable to speak or even breathe. When she finally released him with a bite to his neck, the two of them gasped for air, their lips swollen and chaffed from so much contact. The manipulative mafiosa grinned and ran a hand through her hair. What a fun, gullible, little boy she had found. He was more fun than any of the rest. 

“You’re so cute Prosci. Can I call you that?” 

Prosciutto couldn’t find it in himself to meet her gaze, given the lack of clothing between the two of them. Shyly, his cheeks scorching, he nodded. His lover giggled, moving her hand up to his chest, her fingers splaying apart over his heart, feeling his rapid heartbeat. She smiled, taking his chin in her hand and jerking his head to face her. 

“Good. I couldn’t call you anything else.” 

She grinned, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips before getting off him. Prosciutto sat up in bed, watching her quickly redress, taking the notepad from the hotel desk, and handing him a piece of paper with her phone number. The young man looked between his lover and the paper, smiling innocently to himself before speaking. 

“...You could call me Andino.” 

Mascarpone stopped in her tracks, turning around to see this starry-eyed boy in bed, completely aware of what he had just done. 

She scoffed, unable to believe that she was hearing. “Excuse me?” 

Prosciutto stared down at his lap, tucking a piece of his wavy blond hair behind his ear. 

“I just figured since you said you couldn’t call me anything else, then I’d give you something else. My name. My real name is Andino… What’s yours?” 

He glanced up at her, seeing her expression of irritated disbelief, then disgust. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Andino was taken back by her spiteful whisper, unsure what to say. 

“...No? I’m n-”

Before he could finish, his lover for the night strode over to the bed once more and landed a hard slap to the young man’s cheek. Clutching his face, he glanced up, his confused eyes meeting her enraged, tearful gaze. 

“What was that for?! The fuck are you doing?! 

She shook her head in awe at his sheer stupidity. “What am I doing?! Do you know how dumb you are?! You don’t even know me you… you… you idiot!” 

“I’d like to know you more.” 

“You better grow up soon Prosci. Cause you’re going to be dead within the next month if you say that to every girl you come across. You can’t just say that dammit! Oh god… Why the fuck did you have to tell me that?!” 

“I-I… I don’t know. I just feel some sort of connection with you so I just-”

“Well, I don’t feel anything! I don’t! I was just using you for a night alright?! How dare you think you’re special enough to tell me something that important, and then expect I’ll tell you the same thing! So if you think I’ll even consider seeing you again, you’re dead wrong. Figlio un’ Puttana. Grow up Prosciutto. The mafia is so much more horrific than you think. Naive moron...”

Marscapone grabbed the paper, tearing it to shreds. Turning to the door, she gave him one last look of contempt, before slamming it hard, leaving to man stunned in the silence. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

2004. Prosciutto stared out the window of the bedroom, watching the first telltale signs of the morning begin to spring up into action. He always did get up early in the morning, even when he was little. There was always so much to be done. So many people to take care of. The blonde let out a lazy yawn and stretched at the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck to rid the area of an annoying ache. When he tried to get up though, an arm coiled around his waist, accompanied by a small, raspy groan telling him to stay. Prosciutto smiled tiredly and turned back to see you beginning to wake. With a heavy sigh, you sat up from your spot on the bed and nudged closer behind him, your bare chest pressing against his naked back while you both stared out the window at the waking city of Naples. You rest your face into his shoulder, gently pecking the base of his neck affectionately, causing your fellow mafioso’s breath to hitch.

You chuckle a bit. “Do you have a mission today?” 

Prosciutto shook his head slowly before turning around to face you with a smile. “Do you?” 

You give him a smirk before shaking your head, only to let out a cackle as your love pushed you back down to the bed and began to teasingly lay kisses all over your neck and chest. His fingers in tandem scale down your sides, causing you to giggle wildly at the touch.

“Prosci, we need to head to work!” 

You try to object amidst your laughing. Prosciutto turned his head to look up at you, your eyes meeting his intense gaze before he leaned in to give you a heated kiss. You squirmed a bit under his passionate advances, but once you gained your footing, your arms snaked around his neck, your legs entangled with one another’s, and you asked against his lips for more once he broke the kiss for air. Prosciutto looked at you confused. 

“More? But you said we had work?” 

You watched him about to get off of the bed to get ready, so willing to tease you even after all that excitement. Nope, you weren’t having any of it. Grabbing him by the shoulders, you turn the both of you over so you’re straddling his waist, chaining him to the bed with a full view of your bare form. You gave your boyfriend a loving smile, moving to stroke his cheek and tuck a stray piece of blond hair behind his ear. The blonde purred a little and moved to put his hands on your waist. He then grinned his signature grin. 

“Come Bambina. Let’s have the morning just to ourselves.” You agree eagerly and gladly take his lips in yours, reaching down to cover both of you with the blanket to guard against the cold winter air.

When you were first assigned to La Squadra, you were by extension immediately assigned to Prosciutto, with Risotto Nero figuring that it’d be a similar situation to Pesci in that you seemingly required proper training before you were ready to bear the moral weight of ending a life. It wasn’t until the first mission that you had with your ‘tutor’, where you killed the target more efficiently than he could have ever done, did the senior assassin ask how you were so comfortable with the mafia life. 

You explained you’d always been in the mafia, your father was, your mother was, your siblings were. It was only by extension that you would be as well. You had seen more violence as a teenager than most adults can even imagine. From that point on, Prosciutto felt an immediate comradery with you, wanting your help on duo missions now that Pesci was able to act on his own. Soon, that comradery turned into seemingly unrequited lust, into indulgence, into love. And now, you two had been dating for three years and were so much more than teammates. You ignored his past of constant lust for others, trusting wholeheartedly that it was just the two of you now. And you wouldn’t want it any other way. Neither did he. 

Prosciutto loved you more than anything in the whole world. But he wasn’t sure about so many things. Countless nights the two of you laid in bed together, you mumbling about wedding plans and even the idea of having children, and Prosciutto absently listening. The grown man, now hardened by his life as a criminal, had become much more wary of the world around him. He trusted you, having put his life in your hands several times, and vice versa, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the next step with you. This life you two had together was just too dangerous for any of those naive wishes, something he learned long ago. He could never be a hero. He couldn’t be a gullible, well-meaning, lovesick little boy anymore. 

The assassin couple soon rose from the bed, both the man and woman entirely satisfied after indulging in each other’s bodies. Prosciutto watched your bare form stretch and soak in the sun spilling in from the window, nervously reaching into the bedside drawer to grab a cigarette after putting his pants on. Prosciutto slipped on his pendant, then his yellow dress shirt, thinking to himself. 

What would he even do without you? 

He remembered the night you told him your real name, and he froze up, unable to tell you his in return. He remembers your sobs at the rejection, you calling your whole relationship into question, the guilt he felt about that night. But you were patient, and you stayed with him because you knew he would honor the vow you had just made to him. 

Prosciutto turned and watched you dress as well, your back to him, unaware that his eyes were drinking you in, yet chocking slightly as he gazed on the cuts and scars dawning your back. Your stand was much more physical than his stand was, and there had been many a night where you would be the one sitting at the kitchen table being treated by him, only his code name pouring from your lips in gratitude. 

Life was so short for the two of you. He had made so many mistakes. With his parents. With old lovers. With you. With how careless he was being, the man feared life was bound to end soon for him, and he couldn’t leave this Earth without speaking the ultimate vow to you. Prosciutto stood still, in shock of the thought he was having. But he was ready. Chewing on his bottom lip, the mafioso rubbed out the cigarette and combed his fingers through his hair, unsure of how he should finally say it to you. Calmly, he walked up to you, staying close behind you with a nervous smile while you stood in front of the mirror getting ready. It was now or never. 

“What is it Prosciutto?” 

You turned around after noticing, and the man soon gently captured your attention of a loving kiss, leaving you humming in pleasure as your mouth met the sweet contact. You smiled at the end of that seemingly normal kiss, only to squeak a bit when your boyfriend’s arms embraced you in a tight hug. 

“Babe stop I still need to get ready…Prosciutto?” You muttered nervously, hearing his fast heartbeat. The blond looked down and took your hand in his, clenching it tightly. Leaning down to your ear, the loving, trusting mafioso whispered.

“...Andino.” 

Your eyes widened, your brain slowly processing what had just been said. For months you wished he’d just say that very thing to you, even after you admitted yours to him. You looked up to meet his gaze, both of you almost pushed to tears. You smiled softly, stroking his cheek. 

“Pleasure to meet you. I’ll miss Prosciutto.” 

“He didn’t go anywhere. I’ll always be with you, amore.” 

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Let Me Sign *requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Depressing. I even teared up a little while writing this lol don’t judge me.

Words: 1,300

“Daryl? Where are you going?” You asked running over to him. You saw him attach a gun to his bike and mount it in a hurry. “I gotta go, there’s somethin’ I need to do.” Daryl answered in a low voice. “Is this about Denise?” You asked and he didn’t didn’t answer. You wiped the bangs out of his eyes. “I know you cared about her, we all did and we will figure this out as a team. You can’t leave without a plan.” You pleaded. “Nah, I gotta do this on my own.” Daryl said shaking his head and starting up his bike. “Please, don’t do this..” Your voice cracked, making him face you again. “I love you.” He said softly. He cupped your face and kissed you with such passion that your heart clenched in your chest. He pulled back after a few moments and looked at you as if he was memorizing every part of your face. That kiss felt a goodbye.

Before you new it Daryl took off without another word. “Don’t go! I love you! Daryl!” He heard your voice fade, as he sped up faster and faster. He knew if he looked back he wouldn't be able to leave you. Your knees went weak and you felt like you were going to collapse. “He’ll come back, he always does.” Maggie said, putting her hand on your back. “Come on, come home with me until he gets back.” She told you with a small smile, taking your hand.

****

“I just wish he would’ve let me know that he was going to leave in advance. He was about to go without even telling me.. If I didn’t say anything, he would have left.” You said, holding a cup of tea in your hands. “I know, he should have told you and he should have waited until we figured this out. But that’s just the way Daryl is.” Maggie said and you slowly nodded.

Suddenly Maggie fell to the floor, holding her stomach, screaming out in agony. “Maggie?! Are you ok?!” You said rushing over to her. “I think somethings wrong with the baby.” She said breathing heavily. “We need to get you to the Hilltop right now.” You said worriedly. “Can you stand up?” You asked and Maggie shook her head. “Don’t move I’m going to get Rick.” You told her and ran as fast as you could towards Ricks house. You saw him talking to Gabriel and quickly interrupted their conversation. “It’s Maggie, she’s in a lot of pain. She thinks there might be a problem with the baby.” You told Rick and he immediately followed you back to her. When you entered the house you saw Maggie still on the floor lying on her side, taking shallow breaths.

Once Maggie and all the others were settled in the RV you put a blanket over Maggie and held her hand securely in yours. “You’re going to be ok and so is the baby.” You told her, even though you didn’t fully believe your own words. Every once in a while Rick turned around in his seat checking on her. “Make sure you keep her awake. Keep talking to her.” Rick instructed you.

****

The group was driving around for what felt like hours, trying to get to the Hilltop. The Saviors seemed to be on every roadway, stopping the RV and making it impossible to get by. The amount of Saviors grew larger and larger. “They have all the roads blocked that lead to Hilltop.” Rick said, stopping the RV. “We could try carrying her there. She needs help now.” You said and Rick nodded. Eugene ended up taking the RV in order to throw the Saviors off guard, while the rest of the group walked, carrying Maggie on a small stretcher.

“We can do this. It’s only another mile away.” Rick said encouraging everyone to keep moving. Your arms felt like noodles as you held up your corner of the stretcher with everything you had. “Is that whistling?” You thought to yourself, before you were enveloped by a huge group of Saviors. “On your knees. Now!” A man commanded the group. Once you were on your knees you noticed Daryl kneeling across from you. He was white as a sheet, with blood seeping through his shirt. Your eyes stayed locked on each other, until you heard a voice say.. “Hi, I’m Negan.”

****

“I’ve got an idea.” Negan said chuckling, pointing his bat at each one of you. “Eenie meenie miney mo catch a tiger by his toe. If he hollers.. let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.” Negan said standing in front of Abraham. Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start.

You can breathe.

You can blink.

You can cry.

Hell, you're all gonna be doing that.” Negan said with a grin on his face. He swung his bat and hit Abraham with a huge amount of force. “Oh! Look at that! Taking it like a champ!” Negan said. All you heard was thuds and echoes of the bat making contact. Swarms of screams and sobs filled your ears, your vision went blurry. “You guys, look at my dirty girl! Sweetheart Lay your eyes on this.” Negan told Rosita. “Were you.. Were you together? That sucks. But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red.. and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red.

He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look!” Negan yelled in her face.

Daryl had enough, quickly standing up and punching Negan across the face. Hard. His men grabbed Daryl and pushed him to the floor and tears fell freely from your eyes now. “Please.. No god.. please don’t take him.. please don’t take him..” You whispered. There was only one word to describe what you were feeling right now and that was numb. “That? Oh, my! That is a no-no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.” Negan said angrily. “Do you want me to do it? Right here.” One of his men asked, holding Daryl down. “No.” Negan answered. “No, you don't kill them not until you try a little. And anyway that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one's free, then - what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me.

So back to it.”

Negan swung at your head as hard as he could. You fell backwards and started to lean up again. “No! (Y/N)! No!” Daryl sobbed, trying to get out of the strong grasp. You tasted blood in your mouth, but didn’t feel any pain. You tried to say something, but you were gurgling over your words. “It seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit.” Negan said surprised.

“Daryl, I’ll find you.” You barely managed to get out. “Oh..Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys.” Negan said looking around, seeing everyone cry and shake. “I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say it.. No exceptions!” Negan shouted and continued to hit you over and over. “I’m just getting started.” Negan growled as he kept smashing his bat into you.

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“You could of prevented it, another person didn’t need to get hurt, she’s dead all because of you.” Negan whispered into Daryl’s ear as he continued to sob, screaming your name. “Just let that sink in.”

Standing there by a broken tree Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me I was damned by the light, coming out of her eyes She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky She said walk on over here to the bitter shade I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know that you're saved Let me sign Let me sign I was out for a drink in a soho bar The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost She was the woman that I wanted the most As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand I said 'Lay me down easy let me understand' Let me sign, Let sign, Can't fight the devil so just let me sign. As I walked through the door she was still in my head As I entered the room she was laid there in bed She reached out for me all twisted in black I was on my way down, never coming back Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign. Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

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EDMUND AND THE WARDROBE

Lucy ran out of the empty room into the passage and found the other three. "It's all right," she repeated, "I've comeback." "What on earth are you talking about, Lucy?" asked Susan. "Why? said Lucy in amazement, "haven't you all been wondering where I was?" "So you've been hiding, have you?" said Peter. "Poor old Lu, hiding and nobody noticed! You'll have to hide longer than that if you want people to start looking for you." "But I've been away for hours and hours," said Lucy. The others all stared at one another. "Batty!" said Edmund, tapping his head. "Quite batty." "What do you mean, Lu?" asked Peter. "What I said," answered Lucy. "It was just after breakfast when I went into the wardrobe, and I've been away for hours and hours, and had tea, and all sorts of things have happened." "Don't be silly, Lucy," said Susan. "We've only just come out of that room a moment ago, and you were there then." "She's not being silly at all," said Peter, "she's just making up a story for fun, aren't you, Lu? And why shouldn't she?" "No, Peter, I'm not," she said. "It's - it's a magic wardrobe. There's a wood inside it, and it's snowing, and there's a Faun and a Witch and it's called Narnia; come and see." The others did not know what to think, but Lucy was so excited that they all went back with her into the room. She rushed ahead of them, flung open the door of the wardrobe and cried, "Now! go in and see for yourselves." "Why, you goose," said Susan, putting her head inside and pulling the fur coats apart, "it's just an ordinary wardrobe; look! there's the back of it." Then everyone looked in and pulled the coats apart; and they all saw - Lucy herself saw - a perfectly ordinary wardrobe. There was no wood and no snow, only the back of the wardrobe, with hooks on it. Peter went in and rapped his knuckles on it to make sure that it was solid. "A jolly good hoax, Lu," he said as he came out again; "you have really taken us in, I must admit. We half believed you." "But it wasn't a hoax at all," said Lucy, "really and truly. It was all different a moment ago. Honestly it was. I promise." "Come, Lu," said Peter, "that's going a bit far. You've had your joke. Hadn't you better drop it now?" Lucy grew very red in the face and tried to say something, though she hardly knew what she was trying to say, and burst into tears. For the next few days she was very miserable. She could have made it up with the others quite easily at any moment if she could have brought herself to say that the whole thing was only a story made up for fun. But Lucy was a very truthful girl and she knew that she was really in the right; and she could not bring herself to say this. The others who thought she was telling a lie, and a silly lie too, made her very unhappy. The two elder ones did this without meaning to do it, but Edmund could be spiteful, and on this occasion he was spiteful. He sneered and jeered at Lucy and kept on asking her if she'd found any other new countries in other cupboards all over the house. What made it worse was that these days ought to have been delightful. The weather was fine and they were out of doors from morning to night, bathing, fishing, climbing trees, and lying in the heather. But Lucy could not properly enjoy any of it. And so things went on until the next wet day. That day, when it came to the afternoon and there was still no sign of a break in the weather, they decided to play hide-and-seek. Susan was "It" and as soon as the others scattered to hide, Lucy went to the room where the wardrobe was. She did not mean to hide in the wardrobe, because she knew that would only set the others talking again about the whole wretched business. But she did want to have one more look inside it; for by this time she was beginning to wonder herself whether Narnia and the Faun had not been a dream. The house was so large and complicated and full of hiding-places that she thought she would have time to have one look into the wardrobe and then hide somewhere else. But as soon as she reached it she heard steps in the passage outside, and then there was nothing for it but to jump into the wardrobe and hold the door closed behind her. She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one. Now the steps she had heard were those of Edmund; and he came into the room just in time to see Lucy vanishing into the wardrobe. He at once decided to get into it himself - not because he thought it a particularly good place to hide but because he wanted to go on teasing her about her imaginary country. He opened the door. There were the coats hanging up as usual, and a smell of mothballs, and darkness and silence, and no sign of Lucy. "She thinks I'm Susan come to catch her," said Edmund to himself, "and so she's keeping very quiet in at the back." He jumped in and shut the door, forgetting what a very foolish thing this is to do. Then he began feeling about for Lucy in the dark. He had expected to find her in a few seconds and was very surprised when he did not. He decided to open the door again and let in some light. But he could not find the door either. He didn't like this at all and began groping wildly in every direction; he even shouted out, "Lucy! Lu! Where are you? I know you're here." There was no answer and Edmund noticed that his own voice had a curious sound - not the sound you expect in a cupboard, but a kind of open-air sound. He also noticed that he was unexpectedly cold; and then he saw a light. "Thank goodness," said Edmund, "the door must have swung open of its own accord." He forgot all about Lucy and went towards the light, which he thought was the open door of the wardrobe. But instead of finding himself stepping out into the spare room he found himself stepping out from the shadow of some thick dark fir trees into an open place in the middle of a wood. There was crisp, dry snow under his feet and more snow lying on the branches of the trees. Overhead there was pale blue sky, the sort of sky one sees on a fine winter day in the morning. Straight ahead of him he saw between the tree-trunks the sun, just rising, very red and clear. Everything was perfectly still, as if he were the only living creature in that country. There was not even a robin or a squirrel among the trees, and the wood stretched as far as he could see in every direction. He shivered. He now remembered that he had been looking for Lucy; and also how unpleasant he had been to her about her "imaginary country" which now turned out not to have been imaginary at all. He thought that she must be somewhere quite close and so he shouted, "Lucy! Lucy! I'm here too-Edmund." There was no answer. "She's angry about all the things I've been saying lately," thought Edmund. And though he did not like to admit that he had been wrong, he also did not much like being alone in this strange, cold, quiet place; so he shouted again. "I say, Lu! I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I see now you were right all along. Do come out. Make it Pax." Still there was no answer. "Just like a girl," said Edmund to himself, "sulking somewhere, and won't accept an apology." He looked round him again and decided he did not much like this place, and had almost made up his mind to go home, when he heard, very far off in the wood, a sound of bells. He listened and the sound came nearer and nearer and at last there swept into sight a sledge drawn by two reindeer. The reindeer were about the size of Shetland ponies and their hair was so white that even the snow hardly looked white compared with them; their branching horns were gilded and shone like something on fire when the sunrise caught them. Their harness was of scarlet leather and covered with bells. On the sledge, driving the reindeer, sat a fat dwarf who would have been about three feet high if he had been standing. He was dressed in polar bear's fur and on his head he wore a red hood with a long gold tassel hanging down from its point; his huge beard covered his knees and served him instead of a rug. But behind him, on a much higher seat in the middle of the sledge sat a very different person - a great lady, taller than any woman that Edmund had ever seen. She also was covered in white fur up to her throat and held a long straight golden wand in her right hand and wore a golden crown on her head. Her face was white - not merely pale, but white like snow or paper or icing-sugar, except for her very red mouth. It was a beautiful face in other respects, but proud and cold and stern. The sledge was a fine sight as it came sweeping towards Edmund with the bells jingling and the dwarf cracking his whip and the snow flying up on each side of it. "Stop!" said the Lady, and the dwarf pulled the reindeer up so sharp that they almost sat down. Then they recovered themselves and stood champing their bits and blowing. In the frosty air the breath coming out of their nostrils looked like smoke. "And what, pray, are you?" said the Lady, looking hard at Edmund. "I'm-I'm-my name's Edmund," said Edmund rather awkwardly. He did not like the way she looked at him. The Lady frowned, "Is that how you address a Queen?" she asked, looking sterner than ever. "I beg your pardon, your Majesty, I didn't know," said Edmund: "Not know the Queen of Narnia?" cried she. "Ha! You shall know us better hereafter. But I repeat-what are you?" "Please, your Majesty," said Edmund, "I don't know what you mean. I'm at school - at least I was it's the holidays now."

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ok rude1: Full nameno2: Age183: 3 Fearsbeing alone, bring ditched, spiders 4: 3 things I lovedogs, concerts, my friends 5: 4 turns onok tbh it depends on my mood 6: 4 turns offbeing a jerk, talking about your ex, smoking in front of me, drunk texting 7: My best friendDanny8: Sexual orientationBi9: My best first dateidk10: How tall am I5'611: What do I misshim12: What time were I bornthat's englishlike noon13: Favourite colorPurple/ pink14: Do I have a crushye15: Favourite quote"fuck off"16: Favourite placemy bed. or his bed. i sleep a lot 17: Favourite foodPasta18: Do I use sarcasmYes19: What am I listening to right nowmy fan 20: First thing I notice in new personeyes21: Shoe size8 1/222: Eye colorBrown23: Hair colorBrown naturally but depends on the month lol 24: Favourite style of clothingi am emo trash but also skinny jeans r life25: Ever done a prank call?i mean yeah i was 13 once 27: Meaning behind my URLRemedy By State Champs28: Favourite movieThe fundamentals of caring29: Favourite songRemedy by State Champs30: Favourite bandAll Time Low 31: How I feel right nowsick32: Someone I lovemy boy33: My current relationship statusbruh hell if i know 34: My relationship with my parentsgood35: Favourite holidaythanksgiving bc stuffing 36: Tattoos and piercing i havenose & ears . no tattoos 37: Tattoos and piercing i wantso many, 38: The reason I joined Tumblrbc interwebs39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?yes40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?yes from danny lolol41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?no42: When did I last hold hands?not even a week ago43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?10 minutes44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?yes 45: Where am I right now?my bed 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Danny or Cait 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Loud 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Dad49: Am I excited for anything?to go back to sleep later 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Danny51: How often do I wear a fake smile?never bc resting bitch face 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?yesterday 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?i would absolutely lose it 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?yep55: What is something I disliked about today?i'm sick 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?my soulmate 57: What do I think about most?him58: What’s my strangest talent?i can sleep for 48 hours straight 59: Do I have any strange phobias?idk60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?behind 61: What was the last lie I told?that i was fine 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?neither fml63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?sure why not 64: Do I believe in magic?yes65: Do I believe in luck?yes66: What's the weather like right now?cold as shit67: What was the last book I've readthe maze runner 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?ew no 69: Do I have any nicknames?"Liz" "Lizard" "Babe"70: What was the worst injury I've ever had?Broke my shoulder 71: Do I spend money or save it?spend 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?nope 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?yes my blanket 74: Favourite animal?all of them 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Sleeping 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?@ Kara 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Uncontainable by Set it Off 78: How can you win my heart?love me and treat me well 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?"probably sleeping" 80: What is my favorite word?"dude "81: My top 5 blogs on tumblridk all of you 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?treat me right pls i have anxiety and i need attention thx 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?no 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?to teleport85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? if I trust you 86: What is my current desktop picture? a motorcycle bc im not allowed to change it because "my hobby is now your hobby don't change it" 87: Had sex?ye88: Bought condoms?no89: Gotten pregnant?fuck no 90: Failed a class?yes91: Kissed a boy?yes92: Kissed a girl?yes93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?no94: Had job?yes 95: Left the house without my wallet?yes96: Bullied someone on the internet?bullying and standing up for someone are two different things 97: Had sex in public?no98: Played on a sports team?yes99: Smoked weed?yes 100: Did drugs?*read above question*101: Smoked cigarettes?no102: Drank alcohol?yes103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?no104: Been overweight?no105: Been underweight?yes currently 106: Been to a wedding?yes 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?probably 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?yes109: Been outside my home country?yes110: Gotten my heart broken?yes111: Been to a professional sports game?yes112: Broken a bone?yes113: Cut myself?yes114: Been to prom?no115: Been in airplane?yes116: Fly by helicopter?no117: What concerts have I been to?too many to list but a lot of all time low 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?yes119: Learned another language?yes120: Wore make up?yes121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?no122: Had oral sex?no123: Dyed my hair?yes124: Voted in a presidential election?yes125: Rode in an ambulance?no126: Had a surgery?yes127: Met someone famous?yes128: Stalked someone on a social network?hasn't everyone 129: Peed outside?yes130: Been fishing?yes131: Helped with charity?no132: Been rejected by a crush?no133: Broken a mirror?no134: What do I want for birthday?a day to sleep135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?fuck kids 136: Was I named after anyone?idk137: Do I like my handwriting?ye138: What was my favourite toy as a child?stuffed cat 139: Favourite Tv Show?Greys Anatomy 140: Where do I want to live when older?anywhere warm pls 141: Play any musical instrument?i can play drums 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?long scar on my arm from my cat bc i had to pull her out of a wall 143: Favourite pizza toping?all cheese 144: Am I afraid of the dark?no145: Am I afraid of heights?yes146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?no147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?yes148: What I'm really bad atexisting 149: What my greatest achievments aremy horses 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to meUm idk151: What I'd do if I won in a lotterylots of dogs and ponies and no longer living in this state152: What do I like about myselfI'm cute153: My closest Tumblr frienddude idk i don't talk to people on here anymore 154: Something I fantasise aboutmy future