#i dead ass told her i would be her friend anymore if she voted for trump

[i-am-the-unicorn-triumphant]

fiscally conservative people are so fucking weird because what do you mean you’re okay with voting you and your friends rights away just so you get to pay less taxes

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PURE [2] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N:  443 notes?! THIS IS INSANE! Thank you guys so much for all the love under the first part of this, I was so shocked to see how many people enjoyed this story! I hope this one will be just as fun for you as the first one ^^

part 1

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part 4 

part 5

PURE [2]

Corpse stared at the red screen with the word IMPOSTOR written in the middle, his eyes widened, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“No way” he murmured into his microphone, no longer holding himself from breaking into laughter. “Do you guys see this? I wish I could see Y/N’s reaction.”

It took his audience just a second to respond, his chat being flooded with lots of comments about the said girl. 

“SHES SHOOK” he managed to read one from the hundreds of comments, once again bursting into laughter. “Yeah, I can imagine.”

He decided to follow Lily for a while to make himself less suspicious. He probably didn’t need to do that this time, since the others usually suspected him when he was innocent. Ironically, each time he was the impostor, they seemed completely blind to every murder he committed. 

They were both doing their tasks in O2 when the first body was reported. 

“Woah, Y/N is fast” he mumbled, before unmuting himself. 

“Okay,” Lily began speaking first “Corpse is 100% innocent, we were together this whole round, doing our tasks in O2. That’s all I have.”

“Yeah I saw you guys in there,” Felix said. “Where’s the body Sykkuno?”

“Um, so first of all I can also vouch for Dave and Y/N, we were hanging out all this time. So in the beginning, we were all in the upper engine, protecting each other like good friends that we are, and then we headed towards the medbay. And that’s where it gets interesting because I’m pretty sure I saw Poki leave medbay and run to the cafeteria.”

“You really think I would kill my best friend in the first round?”

“Yeah well, some people do” Sean scoffed, clearly referring to the last game when he was murdered by Felix. “Besides, I saw you guys when I was leaving Security so it looks like you were with her the entire round.”

“Wha- Okay, let me defend myself. I would never kill her if I was the impostor, which I’m not because she’d literally come barging into my room to murder me. She’d kill me for killing her first.”

Toast, who seemingly still held grudge against Corpse’s fellow impostor, decided to call Y/N out “Y’know, we all played with Rae before, so we all know how furious she gets after being killed first... but there’s one person who doesn’t know that.”

“Y/N/N?” Sean’s voice blared through their headphones “As much as I know how hard it would be for her to make the first kill, I can actually see that happening.”

“What?! Sykkuno vouched for me literally seconds ago, where the heck did you get that from Toast?” she asked in utter shock. Corpse glanced at his chat and leaned towards his mic, making sure that he was muted in the game.

“Y’know guys, if I didn’t know she’s the impostor, I’d believe in her every word. I mean, she’s so innocent, just listen to her.” he said with a smile, not expecting in the slightest how his audience will react. 

“Aww, he goes soft for her ^^” 

“The duo we need but don’t deserve”

“Y/N FOR THE BRIDE”

“What?” he almost stuttered, quickly going through the growing number of such comments. “I mean-”

“Ooh, someone’s getting angry. Where the heck? That’s aggressive, Y/N” Felix’s amused voice brought him back to reality, and even though Corpse didn’t use a webcam, he still tried to hide his pink-tinted cheeks in the material of his hoodie.

“It was not me! I swear! I was doing my tasks all this time, making sure that no one murders Sykkuno or Dave!” 

“You’re pretty defensive for someone who claims to be innocent,” Toast said with a smirk hiding in his voice. 

“Give her a break guys, she was literally with us all this time. I’m sure we would’ve noticed if she killed somebody” Dave stood up for her, but it seemed like all the attention was directed from Poki to Y/N. 

“Well maybe the other impostor is either you or Sykkuno and you’re just trying to clear each other?”

“Um, if there were two impostors among the three of us, the third person would have to be a crewmate. I mean, it would be impossible for them to kill somebody without a crewmate seeing it.” Sykkuno pointed out, much to Corpses’ relief. 

“I knew Sykkuno would vouch for her” he told his chat, before unmuting himself to defend Y/N as well “Haven’t we already established that Poki is sus as well? She was last seen near the body and has no alibi.” 

“I didn’t do it. The only person that could vouch for me is dead, we were with each other the entire round. I leave her for a few seconds and somebody kills her, but it wasn’t me.” 

“I don’t think she’s lying guys, I mean, if she killed Rae she’d probably be dead already” Felix chuckled “Let’s just skip this round, we don’t have enough evidence.”

“Alright, but Y/N,” Toast said, as everyone pressed the skip button “I have my eyes on you.”

Corpse could hear her sigh before everyone muted their mics. 

“We’ve gotta get rid of Toast guys, he’s too suspicious. I don’t want him accusing my partner in crime, even though he’s right” he chuckled under his breath, following Toast’s character into Admin. “Alright, Felix is with us as well, good. If I just pretend I’m doing card swipe, they’re gonna both vouch for me since everyone knows I’m great at this task.” he shook his head with a deep laugh escaping his throat. 

He could see the other two astronauts running around admin, before they both decided to leave, which gave Corpse a perfect opportunity to frame Toast. He killed the lights and chased his victim who, much to his joy, was now completely alone in comms. 

“Hi, Felix. Bye, Felix.” Corpse snapped his neck before speeding out of the room and venting into Navigation.

That’s when someone fixed the lights. And Corpse jumped out of the vent, only to come face to face with none other than Toast. 

“SHIT” he laughed in panic, seeing that he couldn’t use the kill function yet. “Shit, he must’ve seen me.”

And indeed, it took Toast just a split of second to run out of the room and speed towards the emergency button, Corpse hot on his tail, even though he knew he wouldn’t avoid getting ejected. 

“I’m busted guys, there’s no way they’re gonna believe me” he told his audience, watching as Toast’s character approached the button. However, Corpse wasn’t sure if he was just seeing things, but he thought that he saw an outline of another character appear out of nowhere just mere seconds before Toast called the meeting...

“YES” he almost screamed, at the same time laughing hysterically, when he saw the red cross decorating Toast’s name. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Sean yelled, similarly to every other player that remained alive. “HOW DID THAT HAPPENED?!”

“Oh my God.”

“But- I don’t get it. What just happened?” Y/N’s soft voice sounded out, making Corpse laugh even more. 

“Someone killed Toast the moment he called the meeting.” Sykkuno explained, barely holding himself from laughing.

“Is that even possible?” she asked confused, her voice sounding so innocent and sweet that the other impostor couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

“Oh my god, she’s just- I can’t.” he chuckled deeply “She’s too precious guys, I swear I’m gonna do everything to keep her alive.”

“Yeah, that’s some big brain move. And since Toast is dead, there’s only one person with balls who could do it” Sean said, clearly very sure of his next words.

“CORPSE!” Lily chirped into her microphone, her voice soon being followed by others who eagerly agreed with her. 

“Okay, I admit I saw them in admin where I was doing the card swipe, but then they both left and I haven’t seen them anymore.”

“Were you in admin this whole time?” Poki asked. 

“Um- yeah, pretty much. I tried to beat my own record in failing a card swipe.” he replied, making everyone laugh. He thought of it as a good cover, unless someone entered the admin after he left... 

“Sykkuno where are you?” Poki directed her next question to the lime astronaut.

“Why am I accused again?” he asked confused “I was with Sean in medbay, I think Y/N joined us for a moment to do the scan, then she left, and then Toast called the meeting.”

“So maybe it’s her?” Dave commented “I mean, medbay is right next to the cafeteria, so she had quite an easy access to the emergency button.”

“Yeah, that would actually make sense” Lily added.

“Oh no, they’re gonna vote her off...” Corpse mumbled under his breath, deciding that he had to intervene. She just saved his ass, he couldn’t possibly just watch her get ejected because of that. 

“Guys, I didn’t even know it was possible to kill someone this way. Trust me, I played only a few times and Jack made sure not to reveal any of his big brain moves.” she scoffed at the last part, making Jack let out a loud laugh.

“How can we be sure you’re not just acting all innocent? I mean, you exposed Felix last game, being one of the last people to stay alive.”

“Y/N was with me when Toast called the meeting, she is innocent” Corpse decided to finally speak up. The silence settled among other players. “She found me in admin and made sure nobody killed me when I failed the fucking card swipe.”

“Why are you saying this just now, Corpse?”

“Cause he’s fallen for her god damn trap! I told you!” Sean argued.

“What trap?” Y/N asked confused.

“I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s like listening to an angel” Corpse said, before he could stop himself. Everyone on the call went wild, just like his chat did... He didn’t know why he said that, it just slipped before he really thought about it.

“Corpse, you do realize you’re simping only makes you even more suspicious?” Poki asked with a laugh, and Corpse felt the blush rising up his cheeks. Even more, when Y/N completely ignored this comment, deciding to suddenly stay quiet...

Did he make her uncomfortable with such comments?

“Seriously though, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t her. We watched each other’s back, so I’m also clean.” 

“As much as I hate to do it, I have to agree with Corpse on this one” Sean suddenly said. “That she’s innocent, I mean. I’m sure Corpse just follows her around like a lost puppy and I didn’t see the two of them, but I doubt Y/N knew it’s possible to kill somebody like that. No offense kiddo.”

“See? Guys, it wasn’t me!” she exclaimed. 

“Wait, why do you hate to agree with me?” Corpse asked in confusion.

“CAUSE YOU’RE KINDA SUS CORPSE” 

“What? I just told you my alibi, weren’t you listening Jack?”

“We have twenty seconds left” Lily reminded, cause everyone seemed to forget about the voting time. “We don’t skip at 7, right?”

“Alright, I’m voting Corpse, I still think he’s sus even though I agreed with him.” Sean announced, much to Y/N’s dismay. She quickly objected, trying to defend her fellow impostor:

“It’s NOT him, I watched him fail that dang card swipe!”

“DANG?! NO NEED TO BE SO OFFENSIVE YOUNG LADY” 

“I’m also voting Corpse, he must be one of them.” Lily agreed with Jack.

“Sykkuno, I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing” Y/N asked the lime astronaut, who was silent for the past few minutes.

“I um- I don’t know, they kinda have a point Y/N...”

“Sykkuno, listen to me.” she lowered her voice, trying to convince him “Corpse is not the impostor. You know you can trust me, right?”

“...”

“SYKKUNO GOD DAMN IT, DON’T LISTEN TO HER!”

“Sorry guys...”

Corpse burst out laughing, seeing that out of seven remaining players, five of them decided to skip. 

“She’s too good” he chuckled, quickly running up Y/N’s character when they started the next round. He circled her white astronaut, and she seemed to get his message because she eagerly followed him into Electrical to fake the tasks and wait for someone to show up. 

Soon enough two figures waltzed into the room, only to be simultaneously decapitated by the two impostors, who then swiftly vented into medbay and locked the door to their crime scene. 

“That was smooth” Corpse smiled, happily running around Y/N’s character. “I love being impostors with Y/N, it’s so much fun. The best thing is that no one besides Toast really suspects her of doing something wrong.”

Corpse figured Y/N sabotaged the oxygen because the next thing he saw was Lily running past medbay to stop it from depleting. 

“Ladies first, Y/N” he mumbled, and even though she couldn’t hear him, her small character sped up and left the medbay, chasing after Lily. He waited a few seconds, before bursting out laughing.

Victory. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sean yelled in shock “Y/N?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW”

“Y/N HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“That was... I would never guess it was you!” 

“I’m sorry guys, I really didn’t want to kill any of you” she laughed apologetically, but Corpse could sense she was smiling “I just had no other choice...”

“Yeah, I’m sure you killed us by accident” Toast’s voice blared out, followed by loud laughter.

“What was that again? I didn’t even know you could kill someone this way?” Felix mocked in a high pitched voice, making them laugh hysterically. Corpse also found himself unable to catch a breath between his giggles.

“I told you guys they’d fuck us up.” Rae spoke up “But I was actually glad Y/N killed me first, watching her kill Toast was so much fun.”

“Ha ha, thanks, Rae!” Toast exclaimed ironically.

“Y/N and Corpse are just complete serial killers, I don’t know how else to comment that” Felix chuckled. 

“Well...” Corpse mumbled, unmuting his microphone “I can’t disagree. She’s a perfect partner in crime.”

“NOT AGAIN WITH SIMPING CORPSE” he heard Sean’s response, and once again felt awkward when his all his friends laughed at him, and Y/N remained quiet. 

That was, however, until her soft voice effectively quietened everyone. 

“It was.. an honor to murder my friends with you.” 

Corpse never thought his face could hurt from smiling so much...

“Alright, who’s up for another game?” Felix asked after a few moments, and received a chorus of me’s from almost everyone. 

“Unfortunately I have to go now, but it was so fun playing with you guys!” Y/N said, making everyone (Corpse included) object rather loudly:

“One more round, please? I want to see you kill someone again!”

“C’mon kid, what else do you have to do?”

“Stay with us Y/N, I need someone to protect me!” 

“I’m sorry but I’m really tired. I’m sure I’d just fall asleep on my desk and Toast would come up behind my back to murder me.”

“Well, that was actually my plan...” the man in question replied with a chuckle.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Corpse finally asked “Killing won’t be the same without you...”

“I know, and I’m sorry... But I was working the whole day and my eyes just hurt and I feel like I’m gonna faint” she replied. 

“Alright, but just so you know, we’re playing again later this week, and I better see you entering the lobby on time” Felix said, trying to sound threatening, but failing at it. Y/N giggled to herself, the sound making Corpse smile almost unknowingly. 

“I wouldn’t dare to miss a chance to murder my new friends!” 

“Oh my god, she’s too adorable!” 

Everyone said their goodbyes and soon Y/N left the call, her small astronaut disappearing from the lobby, much to Corpse’s disappointment. He wished she’d stay a little longer, playing with her was something he found incredibly fun and quite relaxing if he was completely honest. Or maybe aside from playing itself, listening to her voice was what kept bringing a smile to his face every time she spoke up. 

“Guys, I think I’m also gonna call it a day, it was really fun.”

“What? It’s not even been over an hour!” Rae protested. 

“Yeah, I um.. I know but-”

“Don’t push him guys, he can’t play without his partner in crime” Toast’s teasing voice made everyone burst out laughing, and Corpse just shook his head, glad that nobody could see how red his face became.

“Fuck you guys, okay?” he chuckled into the mic, before finally saying his goodbyes and leaving as well. He thanked his viewers for watching and promised to stay longer next time, before closing the discord. 

He sat for a moment in his chair, staring at the black screen, a smile slowly widening on his lips. It was one of the best games he had ever played in Among Us, and he couldn’t wait to be Impostor with Y/N again. 

“Perfect partner in crime... I’m such an idiot” he mumbled under his breath and felt himself blush, shaking his head at how awkward that must’ve sounded. He pulled his phone out and checked his Twitter, only for his eyes to widen once he saw the top trending hashtags. 

#Y/NxCorpse

#Y/NfortheBride

#PerfectPartnerInCrime

“Oh my God...” Corpse yelped, covering his eyes with his hand as if it would make all those tweets disappear. “Why am I the way I am?” 

He considered texting her, trying to maybe make things less awkward than they already were, but decided against it. He feared he’d make even more of an idiot out of himself... 

Convinced that all those comments about simping and now those hashtags made her uncomfortable, it didn’t even cross his mind that Y/N might be looking at them at the exact same moment, with adorable blush tinting her cheeks, and her lips turning into a small, shy smile...  

A/N: I think about writing 3rd part... 

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I’m sorry, but can I just go on a little rant about the Louis, clouis, and the Clem comic...? 

I didn’t really talk about Louis in my overall review of the comic because I wanted that to be more contained to the content shown on the pages, Clementine’s relationship with AJ, and her as a character.... but the more I think about these comics and Louis, the more frustrated I become thinking about what Clementine abandoning everyone would do to him. 

[... okay it’s not little anymore since I guess I can never just do anything simple when it comes to Louis, sorry my bad]

So, no surprise, we all know the comic’s bullshit by now. Clementine leaving everything and everyone behind because she’s not happy is dumb, AJ just letting her go is dumb, and Clem going to the mountains on crutches and a peg leg to find this so-called happiness is dumb. 

Now that we’ve established it’s dumb, I wanna talk about Louis because I got a lot of built up feelings about how bullshit this storyline is with how Clementine would not only abandon AJ, but also abandon Louis. 

Because let me tell you..... his heart would be broken beyond repair and I need to talk about why.

Sigh.... so.... muh boy. 

Before he met Clementine, Louis was this laidback, irresponsible, but caring and musical person who kept his head down to avoid conflict and never looked at the future. He was the kind of person who took things one day at a time, saw survival as a day-to-day task, and said that the future doesn’t exist, there’s only today. You get the point, he was never too concerned with things because they always seemed to work out, and if they didn’t, then that sucks and that’s why we should appreciate every day while we have it. 

Louis is shown to be charismatic and friendly, he spends his free time playing piano and card games, but no one really takes him seriously. Not even Marlon, his best friend for 8+ years. While he doesn’t seem to be on bad terms with anyone [including Aasim, they just act like people who disagree with the other’s point of view and have had the same argument many times, but that doesn’t mean they hate each other, y’know?] he also doesn’t appear super close with anyone outside of Marlon and possibly Violet, but even then. 

Marlon’s shown to have little faith in him with the way he talks about if Louis will even show up to hunt. He has a controlling grip on Louis that’s prominent during the confrontation scene when he uses intimidation to try to convince Louis to not interfere. Oh, and there’s the fact that Marlon’s been lying to Louis for the past year about the twins and then continued to lie to his face about what really happened to Brody... which isn’t great when you consider how Louis was the only one who had blind faith in him as a leader and, according to Marlon, was the only one who couldn’t see how pathetic he always was. 

Violet, while having a few more nicer moments with him than Marlon, still invalidates him and his feelings several times throughout the first half of the game which makes me wonder how close they ever were, or at least if Violet ever considered him a close friend to begin with. And no, a small monologue in the dorms doesn’t make everything better or confirm they were brotp the whole time... especially when once they’re on the boat, Louis might as well not exist because Violet can’t be bothered to acknowledge what happened to him or inquire about how he’s doing. I guess she just didn’t have time react while standing in her cell for several unbothered minutes-- no wait, it’s she already reacted off screen. Right. Good writing is good.

What I’m getting at here is that even though Louis is surrounded by people who he genuinely cares about, there is an argument to be made that he’s a lonely person. Hell, he’s aware of his loneliness when he says that no one hears past his music and jokes. I mean, how many nights do you think he spent by himself playing the piano because no one wanted to hear it? Are they like Violet and crack jokes about how he doesn’t have actual talent? Probably, given that someone literally carved “you suck at playing” onto the side of the damn piano. 

Oh, and let’s touch on that backstory of his. Louis grew up wealthy with two parents who loved him and each other, and they gave him anything he wanted except singing lessons. Louis says he wanted to be a real musician. But I guess his father didn’t like that idea and told him no, with the [as Louis puts it] dumb dad lesson of, “You get to be happy, or you get to be rich, can’t be both.” ...which is interesting given that Louis and his family were stupid rich but also.... were they not happy? well, that doesn’t make sense because little Louis knew that if he broke up their marriage, they would be hurt. 

So yeah, Louis was so upset that his father continually refused to let him take singing lessons that he broke into the man’s credit cards and faked an affair, which led to his parents divorcing... and then he spit his father’s words back in his face. 

Then they dumped him at Ericson. And the walkers came. 

There’s so much to unpack from the story he tells that it could be it’s own analysis, but basically.... Louis is aware of why what he did was fucked up, and he carries it with him every day. 

He regrets what he did, chews himself out for being such a “vindictive fuckhead” [and the amount of force used in that line tells you a lot, like how it’s not the first time he’s chastised himself like this] and he admits that he doesn’t even know the person he’s talking about. Yet, he still sees himself as bad, saying that they [I assume the staff] told him and the other kids they’re bad people. I don’t doubt that Louis internalized that which played a huge role in the confidence and self-esteem issues he has during tfs. 

Anyway, I’ll come back to this later, but when you take that amount of guilt and regret, and mix it with the fact that they dropped him off at this school that was supposed to make him better.... then the walkers came and those teachers, staff, and headmaster? Gone. Left a bunch of kids to fend for themselves, with the exception of Ms. Martin [but given how she looks when we find her I doubt she lasted that long] and I cannot imagine how horrifying that was for all of them. The dead are up eating people, and if you die you become one of them... and the people you thought you could rely on just fucking left you to die at this school. 

Every kid in that school has trauma and abandonment issues from before and after the world went to shit, every last one, and Louis isn’t the exception here. Over the years, a lot of kids died and they’ve all seen horrible shit. They all knew they were never going to see their families again, and as far as we know, no one came to get their kids at the beginning. They had to find ways of coping while trying to survive, and all they had left was each other. 

Louis copes with music and games and jokes. He’s built up this persona where it seems like he’s unaffected by the comments the others make, that the death and suffering he’s gone through is in the past, that he is confident and open to those around him.

But then Clementine and AJ show up, and Louis grows close with both of them. They had immediate chemistry upon first meeting, he was the one who looked after AJ since it seems like everyone else saw him as a little terror, and he went out of his way to be kind and make them comfortable. 

When they go hunting with him, Louis and Clementine have a moment after taking care of the walker where they lower their guards a bit-- Louis gives her more in-depth reasons for his views of survival, and going off her expression, it gets to her and makes her think.... but they’ve know each other a day and he’s not quick to infodump his life story or let her in, so he cuts the conversation short.

Then we have the Marlon confrontation scene that I have gone over so many times in the past. I won’t dillydally with it too long but..... Clementine appeals to Louis, who curls in on himself because of the control Marlon has on him. He wants to help, and hell, he knows this is wrong but he’s so used to not getting involved that he gets defensive.... plus, he’s known Clementine for two days, and he’s known Marlon for 8+ years.... he wants to believe Marlon but you can tell he doesn’t want this, either. It takes Clementine talking to him to give him courage to stand between her and Marlon’s gun and it’s a lot.

AJ shoots Marlon and everything goes to shit, and Louis is a goddamn mess. His best friend was murderer right in front of him, so add that to the trauma list, and he’s overwhelmed with all these feelings that again.... they keep getting invalidated by Violet because “Marlon was a liar and murderer, therefore you shouldn’t feel bad about his death. Get over yourself, Louis, you can be such a shithead sometimes.” 

Oh yeah Vi, I guess he should care more about two people he’s known for a total of two days rather than for the safety of the people [including you] he’s grown up with and cared about for 8+ years.... makes sense. 

So yeah, little to no support during this time. Alone again. 

And just because I have to make this clear so no one gets a hair up their ass-- both Louis and Violet are wrong here. Kicking them out isn’t the solution, but neither is acting like AJ was right to commit murder just because it was Marlon.

 But plots gotta plot, so they get voted out and you can see that Louis is conflicted about the whole thing. He wants them gone, but at the same time, he knows what kicking them out means. You can see it on his face that he’s not okay with kicking them out. He’s hurting when he’s there in the dorms telling them how the vote went... he literally doesn’t know what else to do. He just knows that everything hurts, Clem and AJ caused it, and he wants the pain to stop. He even tries to justify it to himself by figuring that they’ve done this before so they’ll be fine. Not a great thing to say, Lou. 

Anyway, we know the story, Clem and AJ come back and Louis once again sees the consequences of acting out of pain.... AJ is shot because Louis was hurt and he made a bad decision that he’s gotta live with.... something that he’s done before, and this affirms to him that he’s bad. He wishes he could take it back, and goes as far as to admit that to Clementine during the archery scene. 

By the way, credit to him for his apology to her. It’s rare in these games that Clem gets a genuine apology from someone who hurt her and doesn’t turn around to repeat the hurtful behavior, y’know? Plus, I can think of plenty of characters who owed Clem an apology in the past or if they did apologize, it was half-assed. 

You can feel how conflicted he is with this whole thing-- learning who Marlon really was and what he did, feeling something for Clementine before everything went down and not knowing how to handle those feelings afterward, caring about AJ and understanding why he thought shooting was the best choice but still hurting that his friend is dead.... 

And the thing is.... Louis forgives her for so much, as she does him, and through all of that bullshit, they manage to develop that strong connection that turns romantic. Louis lets himself be fully vulnerable with her and is honest about his feelings, how she listened when no one else did and seeing him for more than just the persona he put on. 

This works on Clementine’s side, too. Clementine has been through her own fair share of bullshit-- trauma, abandonment, loss, injury, you name it. She’s made mistakes, done terrible things, and has been in enough groups to know that romance usually ends in heartbreak.... and yet, she’s willing to open herself up to Louis and admit she feels a lot for him. 

Is it a little rushed? Yep. Could it have been handled better? Of course, most things this season could’ve, but what we got was pretty good. 

So Clementine and Louis are romantically involved now, the raiders attack, and she saves him... and boy does Louis feel guilty about that one, too. He feels bad enough that he questions why she would pick him because he can’t fathom his life being worth saving over another’s. He doesn’t see himself as useful, and even though Clementine is literally his girlfriend at this point, his self-esteem is so all over the place that he can’t understand why she would have him at her side. 

And when Clementine tells him that he’s too important to her, he’s too baffled to even give a response. He looks at her in disbelief like he wasn’t expecting her to say that.  But this shows that at the beginning of their relationship, he still doubts himself, and through her working with him, he begins to build up that strength in himself. 

He becomes brave enough to share what got him sent to the school with her, and he plays Don’t Be Afraid for everyone at the party and like.... for once, everyone is listening to him. Really listening to him. They’re not talking shit about his musical skills, they’re not ignoring him or the feelings he’s putting into the song, they’re sitting there with him and I just..... if you watch him, you can see that his eyes get pretty glossy throughout the song. The moment meant something to everyone. 

There’s also the fact that Clementine asked him to come with her and AJ onto the boat, and to be the one in charge of the bomb... that’s a huge responsibly and he feels the pressure of that. He starts to panic a bit about if he can do it, because what if he fucks up? What if he gets them caught and makes everything worse? What if something happens to Clementine and he can’t do anything about it? 

She’s there to reassure him that she believes in him, and that he can do this. They’re going to get everyone back, and he needs to focus... then he asks her to slap him which why would you? that’s dumb, so Clementine smooches him instead and like.... he physically relaxes into her because he’s comfortable and trusts her in this situation. 

Also, he loves her and cares about this mission enough to cover himself and his fancy jacket in walker guts.... sure, he complains while doing so but how else is he gonna cope with rubbing rotten guts on himself to blend in with a herd of walkers? 

Skipping ahead so that we’re not here all day, I wanna talk about the walk back to the school because it’s one of the most important clouis moments in the game and a huge reason that solidifies why the comic is bullshit.

Louis went off on his own to go out and find them. He didn’t know where they would be, he just knew that he had to go out and find them after making sure everyone was okay back at the school because he couldn’t bare the thought that he had lost them. And the way the AJ gets so excited to see him? and the group hug??

At this point, Louis has grown so much as a character. With Clementine by his side to support him, he’s grown stronger and more reliable. Remember how he never thought about the future? Well, now he is because his relationship with Clementine has given him a reason to long for a future. He talks about building this imaginary house with her, one he knows they can’t physically build... but it’s his way of saying we can build a home together, that he wants a future with her and AJ and everyone else. It’s such a personal conversation that flows so easy between them. Louis is more comfortable talking to her about things from his past, which is something he didn’t want to do back in ep1. 

He confides in her how he’s feeling after he shot and killed Dorian, he tells her that having a home means protecting it and I just.... it’s so good, okay? And from Clementine’s side, you can feel how at ease she is with him, too. Just the way she smiles at him as they’re walking? like he’s the cutest thing and she’s so happy to have him with her? 

But then we gotta deal with Minerva’s crazy ass on the bridge and well, AJ shoots Tenn and Louis is having flashbacks to Marlon and it’s not great. That’s a whole thing, and he ends up separated from them while escaping.

We don’t get to see Louis’ reaction to Clementine getting bit and losing her leg since I guess that puts a damper on the overly happy ending. But, going off of what we know about him and what I’ve explained [which isn’t even all of it, this isn’t a full Louis character analysis. if it was, it would be much longer and in multiple parts... believe it or not, I’m trying to not make this too long and only sorta failing...] we can get an idea of how he would react. 

Um, to say he was upset is an understatement.

Because remember, he had no time to think and climbed over the fence, thinking he could get them to climb over and they could get away, but it didn’t work. He ended up leaving them in order to save himself since walkers were closing in on him.

But you know that he’d blame himself for the bite. A lot of, “if I had just stayed” and “I should’ve climbed back over, I should’ve stayed with you.” I’m sure there were points where it looked like Clem wouldn’t make it and I can’t imagine how much hurt he went through watching her suffer and heal from losing a leg like that. 

Not only that, but knowing that AJ was the one to do it? And him thinking about what Clem’s death would do to AJ after all this? There isn’t a doubt in my mind that Louis would take care of AJ if she died. He cares about AJ, and he loves Clementine, so he be there for both of them, even if he’s still hurting from Tenn’s death. 

However, Clementine didn’t die. She survived the bite and amputation, and when we flashforward, she and Louis are still happily together. Louis is right there next to her at dinner, and he’s the one to help her with her crutches. He’s there to go over future plans to meet the traveling caravan, and Clementine wants him to be the one to go. 

Oh, and Louis once again forgives AJ for shooting Tenn, claiming that he understands that AJ saw something that he couldn’t. Like with Marlon, he’s not happy Tenn’s dead but he can see why AJ did it to save his life. 

I just..... happy ending. Clementine and Louis are together and she’s truly happy to have found a home for her and AJ with him at Ericson. 

....But then the comic thought it would be fun to say “nah.” 

The comic isn’t canon, I’m still insulted that it would ever consider itself as such, but even so I can’t help but feel so frustrated about how this would destroy Louis. 

He finally found someone he would consider his best friend, not just his girlfriend. She saw past that funny man persona and he trusted her enough to let her past this wall he built around himself. He let himself become vulnerable around her, he named his song after her. Their initials are carved into his piano with a heart surrounding them. He loved her. 

Clementine left him feeling loved, something he probably hasn’t truly felt since he was a little boy with his parents before their divorce. She loved him even after hearing his past because she knew that wasn’t him anymore, and she helped him build the confidence he needed to step up. Because of Clementine, Louis wants to enjoy every day while also looking at the future. He isn’t lonely anymore, he has her and AJ. He’s truly happy.

So to tell me that Louis would wake up one morning only to have AJ tell him that Clementine’s gone, she’ been planning an escape without telling anyone because she wasn’t happy...? I’m sorry, but if you think that wouldn’t leave Louis absolutely devastated, then you know nothing about him as a character. 

This idea is just.... look, Louis is perceptive. That’s a big part of his character, he’s perceptive of those around him. If Clementine was showing signs of being unhappy or depression, he would see it. He would notice a change. He would be able to tell if something was off, and he would ask her about it. Louis is the type of person to ask you what you need. What can he do to help? What do you need to feel better? And if you don’t know, it’s okay, he’ll help you figure it out in any way possible. 

Plus, the comic suggests that there are times where she went off on her own but came back [probably doing her escape prep ugh] and you expect me to believe that Louis wouldn’t notice that or wonder what she’s doing? Wouldn’t sense that something’s going on? 

After she’s gone, he’s going to blame himself for not being enough. He couldn’t make her happy and he was a fool to think he ever could. AJ lost the only family he’s known since he was born because Louis couldn’t help her, couldn’t do anything to stop her from leaving. 

And for him to realize that she didn’t love him? Clementine, the girl he thought the world of because of how strong and confident and in-charge she was, because she saw him for who he was..... she left him, abandoned him... and she couldn’t even be bothered with a goodbye.... that says that she didn’t care all that much about him in the end.

You KNOW that he would think he had this coming, too. How could the universe allow him to fall in love and be happy with someone who loved him back after what he did to his parents? He would feel so heartbroken that he would see this as some sort of karma for breaking up his parents happy marriage as a kid years before he ever met Clementine and before the apocalypse.

I fucking can’t.... I don’t have the words to fully explain how much I hate this. Louis wouldn’t be okay afterward, and I doubt he’d ever fully recover. I wasn’t joking when I mentioned before that Louis would stop playing piano. How could he sit there and play when I he can see is their initials and remember the night she confessed to him? When he named his song after her? Clementine left and took the music with her because Louis wouldn’t have it in him... something that he used to cope would be ruined and that’s just.... it’s fucking awful. 

Not only that, but now he has AJ who I assume is hurting just as much [though the comics inaccurately assume he would just let Clem go sooo... yeah] and he would be the only one Louis would really talk to about it, but then again.... what if AJ doesn’t wanna talk about it? What if AJ starts to act out and things just become terrible and Louis is just too overwhelmed? 

I just.... UGH. That’s how I feel. UGH. 

Clementine from the comic? Not her. She would never fucking do this to Louis, AJ, or anyone else at Ericson, and you would know that if you played the tfs. 

Sigh.... sorry, I just needed to get this all out. I haven’t seen anyone talk about how Clem leaving would affect Louis and I’ve gotten some asks/come across some posts about Louis that have left me incredibly annoyed.... well, I was annoyed before because of the comics, so my annoyances with those things were only heightened. So yeah... I wanted to talk about Louis’ character in hopes of explaining why he would be so hurt if this comic was canon. 

Which it’s not. So it’s fine. 

How are we all feelin’ at this point, by the way? I know I’m not the only one still annoyed with the comic, so I hope y’all are doin’ okay. Hope you’re stayin’ chill and thinking about your faves to help cope with this mess hahaha

[occasionaloneshots]

Ring- zNation

younger brother! 10K, wife! Georgia, female reader 

CW: Mentions death, explosions (all canon related) some-what angst, minor swearing

In which she only knew he was  her brother when he recognized an old ring and she didn’t truly recognize him until weeks later. 

Word Count: 1644

    The urgent steps of the short haired woman quickly caught the attention of her wife, leather jacket flying up behind her slightly as she walks. The other woman’s eyes follow her, eyes lifting from the speech she was editing. “Georgie?” She jumps up from her seat, “What’s wrong?” “Talkers at the welcome center. They’re hungry and the center doesn’t have any bizcuits.” The dark haired woman blows a kiss to her wife as she speeds out of the building. Sliding the pencil and speech into her pocket (Y/N) stands up from the table, heading for the double doors that her wife ran out of moments before. A new set of arrivals wasn’t something new for Altura, this happens pretty often, and (Y/N) has desperate hope every single time one does. 

       Head of Pacifica security heads over to the quarantine station of the bigger outpost. She knew it was a slim chance, yet every time there was new arrivals she had the need to check for the boy. Twisting the ring on her right finger, the woman waited patiently for the truckload to return her wife and bring in a new shipment of dirty, tired faces. Her nervous eyes search the area around her, a few welcome committee members give her a gentle smile, others shaking their head in exhaustion. Eight years of apocalypse couldn’t shake her belief that her family is out there. Anyone other than Dante and Georgia would call her hopeless for still believing but (Y/N)’s intuition had never failed them. If her gut told her they were still out there, the two would believe her until the end. 

       Nervous summersaults enter the girl’s stomach as a vehicle comes into her sight line. “Don’t get your hopes up,” the woman whispers to herself, toying with the piece of metal on her finger. A kind voice speaks to a doctor, telling him that he and his friends had to go through quarantine before gaining citizenship. (Y/N)’s eyes search the group, one face catching her eye. He was too far for her to tell for sure, but the woman swore she recognized him. Georgia leaves the group, making her way to the woman. “One day playing with your ring like that is going to make it get stuck,” she chuckles, kissing the worried woman on her forehead. Shaking her head, (Y/N) leans into her lover’s side, “I’m just  nervous.” Rubbing a hand up the soft material of her wife’s sweater Georgia frowns, “Did the feeling go away?” “No, no, I’m still sure someone is out there,” she bites her lip, “I just, feel like I know that guy, the dark haired one you just brought in. I can’t place him though like it’s been years since I passed him in a crowd or something.” 

       “After he gets through quarantine, you and I can go talk to him together okay?” “That would be great,” she pulls the speech out of her pocket, handing it and the pencil to the woman on her side, “You need an opener, a joke or something to get people’s attention.” “You are an angel,” George laughs, pressing another kiss to her forehead.  “I try,” she teases, smiling over at the woman. “His name is Ten Thousand, if that helps.” “That’s a number, not a name. What was he before the apocalypse? A government experiment?” 

      (Y/N) waiting patiently for the quarantine process to end on the new arrivals, it felt like someone had their eyes on her the whole time. The feeling made her stomach feel like it was churning, the nerves killing her. George’s hand on her back lead her over to the group. She learned that the doctor Georgia was speaking to wasn’t a doctor but more of a therapist turned drug dealer from a small conversation. The short woman with him, Sargent Muller was a sweet girl, a fellow marine from before the world fell apart. The whole time she spoke to them, she twirled the ring, cutting eyes at the boy. He was glaring at her hands watching the metal and gems spin. 

        “Where the hell did you get that,” it was the first thing he said  and it felt as if he spit it at her. “Pardon?” The girl tucked herself into her wife’s side, the voice made him even more familiar but the anger in his tone was something she didn’t expect. “Where did you get that ring? You steal it off a corpse or something?” His face was full of disgust as he snatched her hand up. The stranger stared at the silver flower, eying the center gems. 4, his birthstone, his ma’s. his pa’s, and (Y/N)’s. “It was a gift from my mother, thank you,” She scoffs, yanking her hand back. For the first time she took a good look at his face. She knew those eyes anywhere, they were her mother’s, the scar in his eyebrow from where he got hit by a hunter’s knife as it slipped from her hand. And suddenly, she didn’t have to trust the feeling anymore, her brother was most definitely alive. George moves to step between the two, not liking the way the stranger roughly snapped her wife’s hand up. She’s shocked to feel the other woman shove her to the side, hugging the man suddenly, “Tomcat!” The male’s body jolts at the impact, pushing her off slightly, “(Y/N)?” She slumps her shoulders, affected by the rejected hug from her once clingy brother, “Yeah, it’s good to see you.” 

                                                          -----

     (Y/n)’s back is pressed against the side of the building, trying to ignore everything happening in the building. She feels guilt already building  in her stomach for being out in the grass while the woman she loves gives a speech she promised to be there for,  but being in there feels impossible. Hot tears burn her eyes as she stares into the distance, eyes unfocused. “Hey,” the voice catches her attention, her eyes refocusing on the frame that appeared before her, “You missed an amazing speech you know.” “Yeah, she’s good at them, you should hear her when she has to give a speech on the spot,” her voice is slightly hoarse as she looks up at him. “So uh,” he waves to the ground beside her, “Mind if I join you?” “Go ahead, 10k,” she lets out a half-assed chuckle. 

    Hearing his chosen name in her voice stung like venom as he sits down beside her. “You know, in fourteen years of living with you, I don’t think I can ever remember you crying, (Y/n/n).” She sniffles, smiling at the old nickname, “Well, you were the clingy family softy back then and I was the heartless one, remember?” “You were never heartless.” “Fourteen year old you felt different. You know the last thing I said to you was ‘the world won’t end while I’m gone’. It’s almost hilarious the way the world works like that,” she toys with the hem of her shirt as she talks. “Yeah, and I told you eight months might as well been eight years, look where we are now.” She laughs, leaning into his side, “What the hell happened to us?” “The real question is, why are you out here? I don’t know much about Georgia, but she seems pretty good to you.”

      “She’s amazing, too good to everyone sometimes if we’re all honest. All about trust and second chances. Georgia can really give you insight into your own humanity you know? I lost mine for a while, then there was her.” He nods, “Yeah I think we all lost ours a some point.” “Not her though, and I’m so proud of her, but the idea of walking back into that room made me feel sick.” “You know he can’t hurt her again, right?” She nods, her head falling back, “I know, but last time I was in there I was laughing with Dante, we were planning a double date to celebrate that the vote went through until he had to leave. Now he and Marge are dead, my wife has a black eye and a busted lip, and I couldn’t protect either of them, or you.” “My hand wasn’t your fault, you weren’t here. You didn’t kill Dante, or torture George. That’s not your fault.” “No, Ten, how long were you alone out there before your team found you? You lost Ma and Pa and I was with Lieutenant Dante looking for his wife states away. I should have gone looking for you the moment the apocalypse started, fuck my orders.”

       “You knew Dante a long time?” “I did, he was my Lieutenant until we got separated in Colorado four years ago. I just headed North from there, found Georgia, and trusted my gut that I would run into you instead of looking for you.” “Stop blaming yourself for me being alone, I grew up (Y/N). And we found each other eventually.” She fought a laugh, the person she knew as her brother was lost, she would have to find comfort in the new person who occupied his body. She never expected him to be the kid she left alone years before but she never imagined he’d be like this now. “I guess we did, Tomcat.” The dark haired male laughs, standing up and offering her his hand, “Now, let’s get you to your wife. You need to properly introduce me to my sister in law.” She laughs, taking his hand, “Thanks for being cool about that by the way. Pa would have lost it the moment he saw us together.” “We always had each other’s backs, it was the ruling of not getting in trouble with Pa,” the boy laughs, pulling her up from the ground. And for that moment, he was Tommy. 

[comingtothetree23]

Playing Among Us With Peter Parker Would Include

This all started because you watch some Youtubers play a game called Among Us.

Basically there’s a group of workers and ones an imposter and they have to figure out whos the imposter before they get killed.

You saw them play it and it looked fun so you were like, “Imma make my friends play this with me!”.

You checked the app store and it was there! And free! Win! 

You made Peter, Ned, M.J., Betty, Flash (Because you needed more people), and finally Shuri!

You all voice chat while you play so you all don’t have to write to talk to each other. 

You and Peter were in the tower when you guys play.

The towers living room couch is pretty comfy and big. You sit across from each other so you can’t see each other’s screens.

The other Avengers learned to just deal when you two played, eventually they start to watch you two play. Eventually, you soon got them to play but that’s a story for another day. 

You loved being the Imposter!

The first time you guys played You and Peter made a pack to stick together and tell the others it wasn’t you. 

So of course you killed him first. 

Peter looked at you offended while you laughed your ass off. 

“You broke my trust, (Y/n)!“ 

Peter pouted the whole game while he was finishing his task as a ghost.

You won that round cause you convinced everyone it was flash. 

Their reactions when they figured out it was you was pretty funny.

"It was (Y/n)!?”

“I told you it wasn’t me!”

“I should have known, she always goes with peter and he died first!”

“Dude (Y/n), That was good!”

“Good game.”

“I can’t believe she killed me first.” Peter crossed his arms with a pout, making you giggle at him.

“C'mon Pete, you would have ratted me out!” you shrugged before getting ready for the next round.

Peter just crossed his arms and muttered angrily as he picked his phone back up. 

One thing about this game, You can’t trust anybody! So you always go alone and yell when someone follows you.

“Yo, Flash! Get your ass away from me!”

“I’m doing my tasks!”

He just entered the room. That’s it.

M.J. is the best imposter, hands out.

Girl has a good poker face and she knows what she’s doing. 

So you weren’t surprised when she killed you before going in a vent, You just sat there staring at Peter making him look at you.

“You dead?" 

You nodded 

”….“ He continued to play, making sure to watch out for your body.

M.J. decided to be smart and report the bodies as she and Ned entered the room she killed you.

honestly listening to everyone argue and blame each other and very entertaining to watch.  

"it’s not me or M.J., she had the perfect chance to kill me but she didn’t,” Ned explained as they waited to vote.

“Well, I was doing my task when the body were discovered,” Peter explains as you watched them vote from over his shoulder. 

You two decided to sit next to each other as you play just not to look at each other’s screens. 

You two cuddled a lot while playing actually. 

“Red being pretty sus,” Shuri explained as she tried to conceal her laughter. 

“What!?” Flash yelled since he decided to pick red as the color of his character, “What did I do!?”

“You were by yourself the whole game.” M.J. explained in her normal tone of voice, “(Y/n) seemed to be all alone when she was killed since no one reported the body immdently." 

You just stared at the screen in shock, Damn she’s good!

"What about Parker!? He was by himself too!” Flash argues making you cover your mouth to stop laughing.

Peter was offended.

“I am the only one doing my tasks! Don’t know what you’re doing but I’m doing my job!” Peter yelled in the call as he voted for flash. 

Flash was voted out.

“It’s not me! You guys always vote for me!" 

"You are always Sus!”

You all weren’t surprised when M.J. won that round. 

“That was easy.” You could hear M.J’s smirk as she said that. You weren’t even mad anymore, she did a good job.

That was when you all decided to have two imposters. 

Boy, that was fun.

The round that You and Peter were imposter was amazing.

You both looked up at each other with gaint smiles, You were sat between his legs as you laid your head on his chest, “this is gonna be good!”

This was noticed by the team, they all looked at each other with amused looks.

“Not again.”- Steve

“This is gonna be interesting.”- Sam

“I want to watch.” - Tony

You smiled as you and Peter decided to go in different directions. 

You went with Shuri just to make it look like you were doing tasks. She didn’t really mind you following her since you were the imposter a couple of rounds ago.

You killed Flash first. 

You were with Ned when you saw Shuri’s character’s body. You let out a gasp in genuine surprise before looking up at Peter with a smirk.

Peter gave you a smile back as the body was reported.

“Peter has been really quiet this round,” M.J. noted as the meeting started, making you cover a giggle. 

“I don’t think it is.” You spoke up, “Peter’s is awful at keeping secrets. He would be laughing if he killed someone.” Peter frowned at you and gave your shoulder a small punch.

“I was with (Y/n) when I found the body so it wasn’t her,” Ned explained making you smile. 

“Yea,” You agreed, “You know what? Betty has been really silent this whole game.” that was actually true, you know she’s been playing but she wasn’t really talking.

You hoped she liked the game.

“What?” Betty finally spoke up, “I was doing my tasks the whole game." 

"No one has been you the whole game,” Peter said making you nod. You haven’t seen her all game actually which is kinda weird since her character is bright yellow.

“Yeah, cause I didn’t want to get killed.” She argued.

“We all in agreement?” You asked as you voted for Betty. 

She was voted out, which made her sigh frustrated.

You and Peter won that round.

You literally jumped off of Peter and did a small dance in victory. The Avengers laughed as they watched you and Peter celebrate.

“Power couple!” You cheered as you intertwined your fingers with Peter’s as you swing your arms around. 

“Yeah, Yeah, yeah, We get it you won.” You could hear that M.J. rolled her eyes as they listened to your victory.

“How does she always win!?" 

"She’s a goddess." 

That wasn’t the last time you guys played that game. You guys actually play that game all the time.

You all had very fun as you guys played and decided to play that game all the time.

It became one of your favorite games. 

You are so happy that you are able to have such a fun time with your best friends and boyfriend. You and Peter became actually pretty good at the game. As did everyone else. 

[strawberrysoup]

Let’s Review || Chapter 2

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con elements, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, very dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

 Penny Parker worked, on average, 108 hours a week between three jobs to make ends meet for herself and Peter. His high school, a stupidly expensive private science academy, sucked the majority of her income up each month despite a scholarship. Rent was $1,200 a month, not including utilities. Peter ate like a quintessential teenage boy, which meant a pound of cereal every morning before school and the equivalent in the evenings when he got home from his clubs.

She didn’t sleep much and only had one rotating day off each week. After learning of Peter’s situation with Tony Stark, she slept even less and spent her days off doing any and all research she could into the man and her options for getting Peter away from him. By the time a month had passed since the revelation that her baby brother was being stalked by a super powerful, criminal mastermind pedophile piece of shit, Penny was a wreck of a human being. Even Peter, who was understandably wrapped up in his own head most of the month, had noticed the bags under his sister’s eyes and the harried look she carried about her at all times.

They joked that Penny had taken every bit of chaos from her parents combined genes, somehow managing to leave behind every ounce of intelligence for Peter. She was a walking, talking disaster on the best of days. He’d seen her stick a fork in a toaster, try to mix bleach and vinegar, hell one time she’d come home from work with a sprained wrist because she’d fallen off a ladder stocking some shelves despite the fact someone had been actively holding the ladder to spot her. But this was an entirely new level of disarray from his sister.

Peter could tell that she wasn’t coming up with any solutions that she was happy with. Despite their inside jokes, Penny had a weird sort of intuitive intelligence. She couldn’t do basic math in her head and forget anything to do with science, hell basic reading comprehension could be a trial at times.

What she knew was that Tony Stark had every police department in New York on his payroll, despite the act they put on that “they were doing everything in their power” to gather evidence on the 87 open investigations into him and his company. She knew that he had several politicians under the same thumb, not because it was public knowledge, but because somehow every bill that was put to vote that could be useful to Tony Stark passed into law (or however that sort of thing worked—Penny didn’t understand bills and laws and the senate or whatever, but who really did?).

She knew that the surrounding states were similarly within his range of power. That his companies’ holdings in California meant he had too much control there too. He had holdings in Alaska, Hawaii, and Puerto Rico as well. It wasn’t public knowledge, but Penny could read between the lines when things seemed too good to be true. Or, too good to be true for one Tony Stark. Everything aligned in a way that was so suspicious, she couldn’t figure out why the FBI or CIA or NSA weren’t on to him too.

In the end, all it meant was that nothing Penny did would really matter in the long run. Tony Stark was infinitely powerful in a multitude of states, rich and influential in a way that one person shouldn’t ever have the ability to be. And Penny Parker had $3,000 to her name and a shitty apartment and an even shittier car. Compared to Tony Stark, she wasn’t even good enough to be dirt.

It meant that she had to be more creative. Penny wasn’t smart, but thinking outside of the usually accepted parameters was kind of her specialty. There was no good way to get Peter away from Tony’s sphere of influence, but there were some ways. Maybe just a single way. A very unpleasant, single way that would rip her heart to shreds. But Penny had decided as a 13 year old that she would do everything she could to keep Peter safe and happy and fuck if she was willing to stop now.

***

“Are you still stalking the webcam feed?” Tony wondered if it was possible to push anymore exasperation into his voice as he walked into the main living room only to find Clint once again watching Peter’s empty apartment on the massive TV.

“Something might happen,” it was the same defense the assassin always used when caught in the act, but Tony knew that the blond actually just wanted to catch a glimpse of Penelope Parker.

In all fairness, even Tony could admit that the young woman was rather beautiful. Where Peter’s skin was milky white and freckled, Penelope had a tan that betrayed her father’s Israeli heritage. She was shorter than Peter, held more weight than her lanky but growing brother. Her hair was long and held a natural wave, the same colour as Peter’s. They had the same eye colour as well, but Penelope’s were more narrow and slanted. It wasn’t Tony’s cup of tea, but he could objectively understand the appeal.

In all honestly, Penelope Parker wasn’t his cup of tea as a person. Every time her name popped into his head, he felt a seething rage begin to build in his chest. Penelope fucking Parker, responsible enough to be deemed guardian of the most precious boy in New York but not responsible enough to actually take care of him.

Back when he thought Peter lived alone off his meager inheritance, the living situation had bothered Tony but not enraged him. After all, sure a teenage boy would be fine living in a shit hole if it fit his budget. But no, his sister was the one who made him live in that rat’s nest. His sister, who worked so often it left poor Peter neglected and alone, was the reason he had to walk through dangerous streets to get home at night. His sister.

His fucking sister.

No wonder Peter hadn’t told him he had a sister. She was probably a fucking monster, as selfish and miserable as the goddamn evil stepsister from Cinderella.

He’d caught enough glimpses of Penelope Goddamn Parker in the last month to last him a life time. She and Peter hardly interacted where the webcam could pick up, although sometimes they caught snippets of audio. Mostly, they witnessed just how addicted to the internet she was. She spent more time on her fucking laptop than she did talking to her own brother.

It drove Tony insane, knowing that the longer he left Peter in her care, the more neglected he would be. His baby boy was trapped in an apartment with an uncaring bitch who spent 90% of her time working and the other 10% ignoring him for whatever bullshit Instagram, Facebook nonsense she was so obsessed with. Tony didn’t even bother keeping a record of her internet history, after the first two days of monitoring had revealed she spent the entire time on Youtube.

“Yeah? And has anything happened in the last, oh, 6 hours since she left for work?”

“No but she should be getting home soon—” Clint winced, having walked directly into the trap Tony set like a dumbass.

“Stop watching the bitch on my TV, all you do is stare down her fucking shirt anyway.”

“The bitch would make a pretty decent lay if you’d give a guy a break.”

Tony Stark did not roll his eyes. Tony Stark was a genius, ran a weapons engineering empire, had the most important politicians in the United States in his back pocket. Tony Stark did not roll his eyes.

So Tony Stark Did Not Roll His Eyes at the blond parked out on his couch with a bowl of popcorn and a beer. No doubt there was a cheap ass pizza on it’s way up the elevator, despite the fact Tony employed some of the best chefs in New York for his private kitchen. Clint Barton was the worst sort of best friend Tony had, but he’d still kill for the dumbass.

“What has Penelope Goddamn Motherfucking Parker done now?” Sam Wilson questioned absently as he walked into the living room from the kitchen, quoting Tony’s general tone of voice when talking about the woman.

“She hasn’t even taken her shirt off where I can see it, can you believe that? Fucking ridiculous. With a rack like that she should be shaking her tits on camera for money daily,” Clint whined in response, gesturing to the empty room on the TV, “I swear she sleeps on that fucking couch almost every night and not once has she undressed in front of the computer.”

“You’re a freak, my dude,” Sam smacked the blond upside the head as he walked past towards the elevator, “Time table still on track, Stark?”

“Steady as she goes,” Tony replied, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, “Where are you going? Movie night starts in 20 minutes?”

Movie night was almost the most ridiculous thing Tony participated in on any given day. His inner circle was made up of the only people in the world he trusted, was made of up assassins and ex-military super soldiers and all sorts of genetically altered freaks, and somehow movie night had become a staple of their existence. To miss a movie night without a doctor’s note or a mission was a crime punishable by near exile in the form of a group silent treatment. Pepper, Happy and Pietro were currently exempt, away on a business trip as executive, body guard, and assistant.

“Just going to change,” Wilson gestured to his workout clothes and shrugged, “need to shower.”

“Now if only we could make you realize that needs to happen more than once a month,” Clint muttered quietly, only to have a dirty shoe nail him in the face a moment later.

The blond fell off the couch with a shout, popcorn flying everywhere as the bowl escaped his grip. Sam, who’s aim was almost as impeccable as Clint’s own, gave the man the finger as the elevator doors closed dramatically.

“You are a disaster of a human being,” Tony commented absently, still watching his phone as the little dot that was his baby boy moved through the city.

He ignored Clint’s protests, flopping onto the couch and making himself comfortable while the rest of the tower’s residents slowly ambled into the communal living room. Bucky and Steve were parked out on the recliner, disgustingly cute and cuddly even from a distance. They, like Clint, had a stupid fascination with fucking Penelope and were watching the webcam feed while they waited for everyone to arrive.

Natasha and Wanda wandered in while chatting, each already having a drink in their hand. Thor, Loki and Bruce all came out of the elevator at the same time, Bruce having come from the labs and the two brothers from the coffee shop on the ground floor of the tower. Sam and Rhodey entered at the same time from the stairwell, both having freshly showered after a long day.

“What are we watching tonight?”

The following argument generally lasted a solid 20 minutes, but Wanda and Natasha won out with a comedy horror they’d all already seen before. It left plenty of room for conversation while the movie played in the background, a deck of cards finding their way onto the coffee table as well.

“So what’s the plan for your boy’s sister, Tones?” Rhodey questioned as Sam dealt cards for their third game of poker of the night.

“I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to get away from the bitch,” the man grumbled in response as he adjusted his hand, “He’d probably walk right out the front door and leave her in the dust if I asked. I figure I’ll give her an ultimatum: Peter comes with me and she shuts the fuck up, or Peter comes with me and she finds herself in a shallow grave.”

“I think I could draw her tits from memory from how often she’s on her computer and ignoring her brother,” Clint stated, because despite the fact he thought Penelope god awful Parker was hot as all Hell, he knew how much it hurt to have the person who was supposed to care for you most ignore you completely.

Rhodey hummed in agreement, “Maybe we should off her, just in case. I bet she gets some sort of welfare from the state for him and she shouldn’t get to keep raking that in.”

“She shouldn’t get it even while she’s got him,” Natasha stated from over her wine, spread out and lounging on the loveseat closest to the couch, “probably uses it for drugs. It definitely isn’t used for groceries to feed to the poor kid, he looks half starved.”

“Nah, that’s just teenage boy syndrome,” Bucky added a couple of bills to the pot on the coffee table, “Not that I think she’s winning any care taker of the year awards, but I’ve seen that him eat while doing surveillance. Kid could take down a whole ass McDonalds by himself if given the chance.”

“He’s been putting on some weight actually,” Tony felt the corners of his lips tip up in a small smirk, “Muscle mass, one of his friends started dragging him to lift weights on Thursdays.”

“Careful Stark, you get too excited by the thought and you’re gonna pop off in your jeans,” a round of snorts sounded at Rhodey’s words and Tony Stark, Who Did Not Roll His Eyes, gave his friend the finger.

“I say we just go ahead and kill her,” Bruce was focused more on his laptop and the reports there in than the movie, but made sure he always paid attention to the conversation during movie nights, “she’s a liability. It might help Peter adjust too, knowing that she’s gone.”

“And that he has nothing left and nothing to go back to,” Clint added, not mean spiritedly but pointedly and with an exaggerated head tilt.

“He won’t have anything left or anything to go back to,” it was pragmatic and a bit cold, but Steve never pulled his punches, “its best to cut all ties. The more he relies on Tony, the faster he’ll adapt to his new situation. Maybe its manipulative, but this is a weird situation and we might have to get our hands dirty to get him to a good place, mentally and physically.”

“By weird you mean kidnapping a kid?”

“For his own good!”

“Its only kidnapping until he turns eighteen, right?”

“I don’t think that’s how the concept of kidnapping works, Clint.”

“Excuse me, sir,” JARVIS suddenly interrupted, turning on the lights and turning off the movie, “I believe it is important that you watch the webcam footage I’ve been monitoring. The recording begins as of five minutes ago and is still ongoing.”

“Pull it up, J,” Tony ordered quickly, sitting forward on the couch.

Everyone in the room watched in confusion as the TV began to roll on Peter and stupid fucking Penelope sitting in front of the laptop, most likely at the kitchen table. Peter was slightly off to the side, the computer centered more on his sister.

“Penny, please just tell me what you’ve decided on? I’ve been watching you lose your mind for weeks, I know you came up with something last night.”

“You’re… not going to like it Peter,” fucking Penelope’s voice was soft, the laptop microphone too shitty to pick up the quiet cadence well, “If you can think of something better, we’ll go with that. But… I don’t think there’s another choice. I’ve gone through everything I can think of. Try to let me get through this without yelling at me, okay?”

They’d never really seen Peter and fucking Penelope interact before. Most of the time it was just her, on the laptop, all the fucking time. Peter came and went in the background, to and from school and clubs and his friend’s houses, but most of the time she closed the laptop when he was around. They were all a bit surprised by how much affection was in her expression as she looked at her brother. Peter nodded at her, lips already pursed in frustration.

“I’ve been doing as much research as I can on Tony Stark. He’s… God, he’s got more influence than the fucking president. There are entire states in his pocket, Pete. Can you believe that? From what I can figure out, he’s got just about every New York senator on his payroll and don’t even get me started on the police—”

“How’d she figure that out?” Rhodey’s frown was a mixture of concern and irritation, “There’s never been any sort of reporting on your dealings with politicians.”

“I don’t know.”

“The good news is, I don’t think he has any business in Oregon. I’ve looked through as much of the gossip as I can, he’s never spent any significant amount of time there and if I’ve been understanding the weird ass insinuations correctly, his businesses don’t operate in the area.”

“Oregon? Are we gonna go there?” Peter reached out and grabbed his sister’s hands, “I promise, I’m not upset over us having to move Penny, I—”

“Peter, I’m… I’m not moving babe, you are.”

The teenager seemed to draw back slightly, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth dropping open as he searched for words but was unable to come up with any.

“I don’t think you remember them, the last time we saw them was before mom and dad died, but we have second cousins in Oregon, Paul and Olivia. They’re about ten years older than me, with one kid. When I got custody of you, I contacted them. I wanted to make sure that if something happened to me, I had a sure thing lined up for you. It was years ago, but they promised they’d take you in a heartbeat if I couldn’t care for you anymore, for any reason.”

“You… you wanted to give me to them?” Peter’s eyes were full of tears and they watched as Penelope reacted in horror.

“Peter, no! Never! I would never willingly let you go. I was worried, everyone around us was dropping like flies in freak accidents and I couldn’t let you go into foster care if I died. I just wanted to make sure you would have someone if something happened to me.”

“You thought you were gonna die?”

“My birth father died, and then mom and dad died, then uncle Ben, then aunt May. I didn’t want to leave you alone with no one. I didn’t think I was gonna die, I just… wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”

“Why are you bringing them up? And Oregon? What do you mean that I’m moving? Alone?”

Penelope What the Fuck is Happening Parker’s lips pursed, eyes filling with tears. There was a level of sheer pain on her face that was startling for them all to see, especially considering they’d managed to work her up as an unfeeling monster in their heads for fucking weeks now.

“I’ve tried a thousand ways for us both to go, but I just… I don’t have the money saved for us to move. We’d have to break the lease and even if we left with the clothes on our backs, we wouldn’t be able to afford getting to Oregon. The car won’t make it, I can’t afford plane tickets. I wouldn’t be able to afford to get to Oregon. But I’ve figured out a way to get you there.”

“How Penny?” Peter’s was obviously trying to sound stern, but his voice cracked slightly.

“Not tomorrow, but the day after, we’re going to put in an anonymous call to Child Protective Services and claim that I’m abusing you. Neglecting you. They’ll take you out of my custody and send you to Olivia and Paul, since they’re our ‘closest’ living relatives.” Penelope Oh Fuck Parker’s voice was cracking too, tears running down her face as she explained her batshit crazy plan to her baby brother, who they were quickly realizing was far from neglected or abused.

Tony felt his chest tightening at the sight of the siblings, both with tears streaming down their cheeks. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get it so incredibly wrong. Maybe he’d seen what he wanted to see, that his baby boy was easy pickings. That no one really cared for him so it would be easy to sweep him off his feet and spirit him away.

“You’ve never abused me! You’ve never neglected me! How could you even say that, Penny!? Everything you’ve ever done—”

“Peter please, listen,” Penny was nearly sobbing, grasping Peter’s hands tightly with her entire body angled downwards over them, “We have to pretend, okay? We have to pretend because they’ll send you somewhere safe.”

“You’ll go to jail!”

“That’s fine! That’s okay, Peter! As long as you’re safe, I don’t care—”

“You can’t ask me to do this, you can’t ask me to send you to jail, to send you away when you haven’t done anything wrong, ever! I wouldn’t even be able to visit you! I’d be a million miles away and you’d be rotting away in jail because I was too stupid to mind my own business!”

“Peter none of this is your fault,” the tone was so stern and determined as Penny sat straighter in her chair, squeezing her brother’s hands reassuringly even as her chest heaved with grief, “it’s that fucking pedophile, piece of shit Tony Goddamn Stark’s fault, don’t you ever think that you are at all to blame for any of this—”

“I probably deserve at least half of that rage,” Tony stated absently, almost guilty at the word ‘pedophile’.

“Half? Hah!” It was an absent response, more instinct than intention but got the point across even as the entire group was absorbed by the pain playing out on the TV.

“I went to that stupid tower!” Peter wailed suddenly, making Penny go stiff, “After you got that note telling you not to report the assault, I went to the tower because I knew he worked there and I wanted him to suffer. You wouldn’t go to the police because they threatened your family but I thought… It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I was stupid and I went to fucking Stark Tower and that’s where he saw me. It’s all my fault.” Peter’s sobbing was viscerally painful to hear, even through the shitty microphone.

“What assault? A note? JARVIS, figure out what he’s talking about!” Tony barked, already on his feet and pulling out his phone, “Give me the surveillance footage from that day, who was my boy here looking for?!”

“As the conversation is roughly five minutes delayed, I took the liberty of deciphering Mr. Parker’s statements already, sir,” the AI stated calmly, “six months ago, Mr. Brock Rumlow of level six security sexually assaulted Ms. Penelope Parker in a club in Queens. In order to prevent any bad press upon the company, a persuasive letter was sent from the Tower’s security to Ms. Parker to ensure her silence on the matter. I assume the day you came across Mr. Parker was the day he arrived to confront Mr. Rumlow over the assault and threat.”

“Find him,” Tony snarled towards Rhodey, who was already on his feet and typing away at his phone, heading towards the elevator, “Alive, Rhodey!”

“I’ll see what I can manage,” the man muttered darkly as the doors shut and he began descending towards level six, leaving the rest of them in the living room.

“He… he saw you… there? Oh, god… Oh god he saw you because you went to the tower, oh my God you went there because of me and he saw you— Oh my God!” Penny’s reaction was so emotionally brutal that it verged on physically violent. Her entire body seemed to lock up for a solid thirty seconds before she threw herself out of the chair and they could hear retching in the background a moment later. Peter was still sitting on the far side of the screen, sobbing into his hands.

Almost five minutes later, Penny ambled back into view. Her face was so pale compared to her usually tan complexion that she looked like a ghost. A fine tremble ran through her entire body, goosebumps visible on her exposed arms.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter’s voice broke through his sobs, bone achingly sad, “I’m so sorry I did this to us.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, bud,” Penny’s eyes were almost blank, the pain so overwhelming that she couldn’t force any other expression, “I set all of this in motion. I made a mistake and I’m so sorry you’re having to pay for it. I should’ve protected you better, you never should’ve even known what happened, let alone who— it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Everything is going to be okay Peter. We have a plan and everything is going to be alright.”

“You’re going to go to jail, Penny! For a horrible crime that you’d never, ever commit! Because I was stupid and immature and—”

“Stop Peter,” Tony’s eyes watered as Penny gently ran her fingers through Peter’s hair and left it to rest on his cheek, “don’t blame yourself for this. No matter what you did, no matter what choices you made, you didn’t deserve to be frightened and stalked. What’s happening is happening because there’s a man out there with a sick mind, who thinks he can take whatever and whoever he wants for whatever he wants. That’s not on you, babe. That’s on him. And everyone who built him up and let him get to this point.”

She let Peter cry for several minutes and the group in the living room found themselves left to digest the situation to the sound of his sobs. Discomfort ran through all of them, for different reasons. Because they’d judged Penelope Too Good for This World Parker so wrong. Because they were the ones enabling Tony to do something terrible. Because they didn’t actually feel guilty for enabling Tony but they did feel guilty for the pain it was causing the Parker siblings.

“You’ll take such good care of him, Tony,” Natasha said quietly after a moment, seeing the pain in the man’s face, “He’s never going to want for anything ever again. He’s going to live in comfort and luxury for the rest of his life and that’s because of you.”

“He’s scared right now, Tones,” Clint jumped in quickly when it looked like Tony might protest, “They both are and we can’t blame them for that. But once they’re—he’s here, he’ll realize that it’s not a bad thing and that he has nothing to be afraid of. That we’re going to take care of them—him, all of us.”

Mind running at a million times per hour, Tony considered their words. Actually, he considered Clint’s words. Clint’s misspoken statements that implied both Parker siblings would be in the tower. Both of them would be safe and cared for. Both.

“They’ll never want for anything ever again,” Tony repeated quietly, all eyes in the room locked carefully on him, “Peter and Penny shouldn’t be separated.”

“You’ve given up everything for me, Penny,” Peter whispered after his cries calmed, “You dropped out of high school, dropped out of college, started working three jobs so I could go to that stupid school, you don’t sleep, you hardly eat, and I know it’s all for me. I can’t let you give up your freedom, I can’t let you give up anything else for me.”

“Oh my God no wonder she’s so skinny,” Wanda suddenly gasped, tears pouring down her cheeks in continuous rivers, “we thought Peter was skinny, but look at her, look at her collar bones! JARVIS, give me a record of all credit and debit card transactions she’s made in the last month and—” The redhead cut herself off when Penny began speaking again.

“All I want is for you to be happy Peter,” Penny whispered, the blank look in her eyes fading into grief again, “All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. You’re everything to me, you’re my baby brother. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, bud, anything.”

“I won’t do it, Penny, I won’t—”

“Yes, you will, Peter,” resolve hardened Penny’s voice and she squeezed her brother’s hands, “You’re going to do as I say. Tomorrow you’re going to go to school and I’m going to call out of work. I’m going to throw most of your clothes away, all of the food in the house. I’m going to switch my stuff for yours, so it looks like I make you sleep on the couch while I take the bedroom.”

“Oh God she does sleep on the couch every night,” Professional Perfect Person Penelope Parker Stalker Clint Barton gasped in horror as he recalled his earlier comment on her sleeping habits and her undressing habits oh no.

“I’m going to trash the place as authentically as I can and I’m… God I’m going to destroy some of your stuff, Pete,” Penny looked pained at the thought, scraping a hand down her face, “But I’m going to transfer all of my savings into your name, so you’ll only be without your stuff for a little while. You can rebuy everything you need once this is over.”

“I can’t take your money, Pen—”

“Hush Peter. I don’t have much saved up, but I’ll put it under your name tomorrow. Now, when I turn 25 in a few months I’ll be able to use my portion of the money mom and dad left us. I’m going to transfer that to you as soon as I can, it should be enough for you to live off of once you turn 18 as long as you use it wisely.”

“Penny, please, you can’t expect—”

“I expect you to do as I say, Peter!” She cut him off with all the flare of a bossy big sister, “I want you to apply to universities outside of the United States. Focus on places like Norway, Australia and New Zealand. Avoid Mexico, Canada and the UK because I think he has business dealings in those countries and I don’t know how long he’ll be willing to search for you, so don’t risk it.”

“How does she know about our business in those places?” Tony threw his hands up in confusion.

“Sir, from what I can gather from Ms. Parker’s search history, she has done her best to track yours and your staff’s movements around the world for the last five or so years by means of social media and gossip blogs—”

“Well holy fuck, who would’ve thought to do that?” Sam’s eyebrows were raised nearly to his hairline, “that’s ridiculous, no wonder she was on the laptop constantly.”

“Once you turn 25 you’ll come into your inheritance too. By that time I’ll probably be out of jail but… Peter I want you to leave me alone, okay? We don’t know… we don’t know if Stark will let this go, if he loses you. He might use my location and contacts to find you and I can’t let that happen.”

“You want me to just cut you out of my life forever? Like you’re some horrible monster I never want to see again? I can’t—”

“We don’t have a choice bud,” Penny was quiet, soothing as she ran her fingers over his wrists and hands, “Tony Stark is a dangerous man and he has more connections and money than we could ever hope to fight. The police won’t help us, the law won’t help us. All we have is this plan and I need you to follow it. I need to be able to trust that you’ll follow the plan, so that you’ll be safe.”

“What about you, Penny!? You won’t be safe! You’re always so worried about, about me being safe and happy that you forget about yourself! Do you understand that you’re telling me you want to go to jail? That you want me to abandon you forever?”

Penny seemed to waiver for just a second, as if she might actually let some tiny ounce of selfishness set in and change her mind, before her resolve hardened once again and she stood, putting herself nearly out of frame, “This is happening, Peter. This is the plan. This is what we’re doing. Because I won’t let him hurt you. I will literally do anything to keep you safe Peter, this doesn’t even make a wave in the pool of batshit crazy I’m willing to go if I need to. I love you. Now go to bed, you have school in the morning.”

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Can I request some prompts for an aloof girl finally revealing her more soft-hearted and caring nature to her friends, revealing she's afraid to lose any of them, please?

Sure thing!

Dialogue Prompts for the Cold Character with a Soft Heart

1) "You fucking idiot, why'd you jump in front of that bullet for me? You could have died! Do you have any idea what that would have done to your friends, your family? To me?2) "Look, I know I'm harder on you than anyone else when it comes to training. But that's because you're the strongest one, I fight you with all my strength so you can get better because I care about you all. I know you're a better leader than I am and so I'm going to train you until you're stronger than me. Because I know deep down you are."3) "Here. And I don't care if it doesn't taste good, you all better eat all of it. They'll be coming tomorrow and so all of you had better be ready to run. I want all of you to stay safe.4) "Something's not right. Pull your hood up and get behind me. Don't do or say anything, just stay behind me and you'll be safe. I promise."5) "Stop crying. I know you aren't home yet because of all these things getting in the way but I promised I'd take you home. Remember? I told you I'd take you home and keep you safe. I'd never lie to my friend."6) "You might be a pain in the ass, but you're still one of my friends. I'd never leave you behind."7) "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you, cause I'll-" "I'm fine /mom./"8) "You're okay?" "I'm fine." "Thank god." "You're hugging me..." "I just wanted to do something nice before I kick your ass for running off like that!" 9) "What were you thinking? You could have been killed, you could have died! Do you even know what that would have done to us." "Thought you wanted me dead." "I fucking care about you, you little shit! We all care about you so next time don't go running off on your own like that!"10) "You seem worried about them, do you.../care/ about them?" "Shut up." "You do, you care about us." "Tell anyone and I'll kill you."11) "Why can't you just admit you care about us?" "Why can't you just shut up?"12) "They're going to kidnap me. I'm not going to let them get you all. Go to this address and ask for Person B, they'll take good care of you okay? And I'll be back before you know it, barking orders and training hard." "You promise?" "I promise. Now stop crying and give me a good luck hug, you losers."13) "I know you pretend you don't care about us but I know you do. That's why when you finally take us home I want you to stay." "I don't think the others would like it if I stayed." "We all decided I'd tell you to stay, we voted on it. Please stay with us." "Yeah, okay."14) "I don't consider you my friends, I consider you my family. That's why it's easy for me to be blunt about things." "You think of us as family?"15) "Don't worry, I'll get you back to your kingdom soon." "We don't want to go back. We want to stay with you?" "Why?" "We didn't have anything back home. But you take care of us. You're the closest thing to family we have. We've decided we don't want to go back."16) "What did I tell you about going near the water? What were you doing, you know you can't swim. Don't scare me like that again, okay?" "I wanted to learn how to swim so you don't have to watch me anymore." "Come here, don't cry, okay? I'll teach you how to swim."17) "I consider all of you my family. I'd do anything for you, that's why I'm hard on you all. I want you to be able to do things without me. And once you're all strong you wont need me anymore." "We'll always need you."18) "You hurt my friends--no. You hurt my family. And for that I can't forgive you. Go back to the house, guys, I'll take care of this and be back in time for dinner. How does Italian sound?" "Are you sure you can handle this on your own, we can back you up." "I don't want any of you getting hurt because of these guys. I'll handle it."19) "Why do you guys always ask me if you can do stuff? I'm not your mom/dad." "You're like a mom/dad. You make us food, you take care of us, you're always there for us." "Like a friend." "Like a mom/dad friend." "Oh my god, do I...care about you guys?"20) "Look at me, all of you. I treasure each and every of you so if you come into this store with me and do something stupid I will lovingly kick your asses in front of every person here. Got it?" "Got it!" "Great."

Regular Prompts for the Cold Character with a Soft Heart

1) A is always napping during the day and they don't know why until they realize that A's been keeping watch over the camp all night to make sure they're okay. Later the others make A a special treat.2) Normally cold A panics when one of the others goes missing and they do everything to get them back, including losing sleep and not eating because they're working so hard to find them. When the do find the lost person, Person B, Person A makes sure to get them to a hospital to be looked over. When they realize B is safe Person A just collapses from hunger and exhaustion.3) A fights everyone in the camp making sure their training is difficult. Everyone hates it but only one person knows why A does it. They know Person A wants everyone to get stronger, they're not going easy because the monsters out in the world wont go easy. They're making them stronger because they want them to live.4) A is always making food for the others but only a few people pick up on the fact that A lets everyone else get food before they get any, letting them pick bigger portions and eat more while they take whatever's left every time. When asked why they do that A tells them that they need to get stronger and that food gives you energy and makes you stronger. When they ask A if it's because they care about them they get all embarrassed and red in the face saying "Don't be ridiculous." And that's how they know A cares.5) When someone in the group is kidnapped A is very cold in front of the villains telling them that the person they kidnapped is useless. That A will join if they let the weaklings go back home, that even if they do tell someone, they're stronger and would kill whoever they told. The villains like A and let them go. A gives them a signal they practiced and that's how they know A didn't mean any of it and wants them back at the safe house.6) A is cold but is always doing little things around where they live to help the others. Fixing their clothes, food, getting them more than enough food, and always making sure everyone is getting enough sleep even if it costs them theirs. When the others notice they all make something for A and give it to them as a celebration of them. They even make A's favorite dessert.7) A takes long naps during the day and tells no one to bother them, but one by one they all come in and lay beside A while they sleep. When A wakes up and they're waiting for A to yell at them to get out they just pull the blanket over everyone's shoulders and makes sure they're all comfortable before going back to sleep. (Bonus if the group naps become a common thing.)8) A is injured but doesn't want to worry anyone so they try and treat it in silence while protecting the others. When one of the friends find A passed out they get a doctor to come over and treat them. Once they're all better A is apologizing for letting them down and promise they'll do better as their guardian. The others are pissed and hug A telling them A isn't their guardian, they're their friend. When A breaks down is shocks everyone. (Bonus if A tells them they've never had friend before and they get closer after this mess."9) A is a werewolf who meets a group of humans and helps them along the way. When they notice how much more comfortable A is around them they come to realize they must be friends. But it isn't until someone threatens them and A steps in, growling and teeth bared to protect them that they realize A thinks of them as their pack. (Bonus if they confront A about it and they're super embarrassed about it.)10) A is a creature known for being weak and helpful. But going against the stereotype A is strong and cold towards everyone. But after growing close to their friends they notice that despite being strong instead of weak they're still very helpful and they do have a caring nature but only towards the ones they know. When A does something nice they all are beaming at them until A's getting upset. But they just group hug A anyway and tell them they care about A too. (Bonus if it causes A to cry happy tears and admit they care too.)

I hope these are what you’re looking for!

[toomuchbroadwayquotes]

This might be ignored,its a long read, but if you want to have your forces restored on feminism my dead feminists i really wanted to share something that is making me tear up every 5 seconds.

As some of you might now, in my country (Brasil) we currently have a situation where our "president" is a misogynist (said he had a bunch of boys, they he went weak and have a daughter that's a "small" example for yall), homophobic ( said he would beat the gay out of his son if he ever "got it"), racist ( talking about killing native Indians and saying slaverism was a choice yadayada) anyways, just a piece of crap, we call him Bozo, like the clown. Well ever since his election we have been feeling so down (I'm sure my American friends can share the feeling). We are the country that kills more transexual people on the world. And it's not even illegal here, that would put into perspective. So, all this are real, serious problems, but bear with me as I get I little... naive maybe?. Well we had 20 seasons of BigBrother over here (Or BBB, Adding the Brasil at the end) and the show is on "the liberals tv channel, all the conservatives try to boycott it yadda yadda ") . But this season is just a gem. I feel like a revolution is happening and (I'm crying rn) I can't even put into words. Its gonna sound ridiculous, but you have to understand that 1) TV is a huge part of our culture, and is 100% connected with politics for us. 2)This show has been silencing woman, making men do anything they want without consequences and put woman as simple objects for their enjoyment. And somehow every year we wouldcomplain about how that was the reflection of our country. Something like this year edition NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE.

Our LGBT movies, Theather and books are being censoreds right now. Our country is on the verge of becoming a conservative doom.

The secretary of health system said :abstinence of sex is the best way to avoid DSTs and pregnancies. THATS HOW DEEP IN SHIT WE ARE. And we feel voiceless. Is like they are the majority you know?

Is like, you know when Katniss made every distric rebel by leading an example on the hunger games? Is THAT KIND OF SHIT. So, firsts things first:

I will introduce you the leaders of our current feminist movement

First, Thelma, she is not just ya regular powerful black queen. She is a doctor, with a bunch of degrees on stuff I can't even pronounce,she is specialized on anesthesia and she is a resident like those bad ass ones in grey's anatomy. She she is A BOSS. She is strong, and even though she is not 100% familiar with the feminism in "theory" she lives it in practice with out even knowing it ( now she knows, cause the other two are teaching her!) I want to make clear that on this reality show, the majority of the public has always been racist, and black people normally are eliminated first, yes it sucks and is one of the reasons I stopped watching a long time ago, as most of us millenials, but thank God we came back. She isn't going ANYWHERE CUZ WE ARE NOT LETTING THAT HAPPEN.

The second one is Marcela, every since the first we saw her she said loud and clear:I AM A FEMINIST, she is also a Doctor. She calls her self doctor unicorn, she is an OB/GYN and choose her career because she wanted to fully support her transexual brother /yess/, she is also expert on female sexuality and give classes about it, think Carina Deluca. She also takes care of sexual abuse victims. Oh yeah, she is bisexual as well. And everyone is shipping her with the next one btw.

Now our last warrior: Gizelly, She is a Lawyer, and she advocates for woman, she has suffered all the types of abuse from her ex husband and after all the trauma, she decided no one would do that to her again. Feminist, we call her the hurricane, she just shoots fire and defends any woman that is being belittled.

What happened was, some guys decided they would "seduce"any woman who was in a relationship outside the reality show, so they would look bad, and be eliminated easily. Wellx those 3 heard that, and they just couldn't get quiet. They went and tell all the girls about it. Some of them didn't believe them, the guys said they were CRAZY, and were LYING (what a shock)

The confrontation scene:

So one of them said: If I am lying, I will be eliminated this round. If I'm back, then you are the lier. So, regular reality show stuff right?

Here are some things you should know: Marcela, the leader ( as she was the one with the initiatives) was anonymous when she first got on the show, and 13 days later, she had 2 MILLION FOLLOWERS. Every feminist, every LGBT+ and ally on this country just woke up ya know?. We were all mad as hell that they were being treated as liars, but, and that's a HUGE but, the guy mentioned earlier was against one that was even worse. He was touching inappropriately the girls while they were completely DRUNK at the parties ( they wouldn't remember later), he was the one who actually made said plan mentioned before, but they didn't knew at the house because he was a completely different person when he was alone with the guys. A complete scumbag, he mocked and made fun of every woman on the house because of their looks etc. Sooo, all those millions of feminists watching were like : "do we take the biggest jerk and make the girls think we think they are lying or ?" Well, we decided to take the bigger toxic monster first, and left the other one for the next. But we had a special card. Every year, after the show starts, they put a glass house in the middle of a mall, with 4 candidates inside, we vote for 2 of them to be on the actual show yada yada. What happened was:people started showing off by the mall, with posters, begging for whomever got in the house to :"PLEASE TELL THE GIRLS EVERYONE BELIEVE THEM. THAT THEY ARE NOT LYING. THAT THEY HAVE MILLIONS OF SUPPORTERS. THAT HE ONLY CAME BACK BECAUSE THE OTHER WAS WORSE ETC"

So, last night was elimination day, the worst one got out with 80% elimination A victory for us (there were 4 people on this run, and one of them is a Black guy, fat, older than everyone else, and by history, he would obviously be the first eliminated but he was the one with LESS VOTES. AGAIN THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED IN OUR COUNTRY SPECIALLY SINC THE FOURTH PERSON COMPETING IS A CARISMATIC YOUNG KOREAN MAGICIAN YOUTUBER WITH A NETWORTH OF MILLIONS, BUT THE BLACK GUY WAS LESS VOTED THAN HIM, GUYS I CAN'T STOP WRITING IN CAPS.The second worst one tho, comeback celebrating, saying he knew he was right. Singing victory. The girls were crashed. No one understood and they all started crying and talking about how it was a reflection of our country, but that they wouldn't change their ideals etc. (Again, they didn't knew everything trash bag number one did, cuz he did it in secret so they thought it was an answer)... well, 2am, the couple from the glass house got in. And they told them. They said everything. How the public loves them, and the why the other one got out first, and how we knew they were saying the truth. This part is just a sweet ending for y'all. They then proceeded to get all the woman in one bedroom and talked and talked, they even explained to the ones who had some deep patriarchal mindset and were believing the boys up until that point, they had conversations about feminism, about not accepting to be treated that way, they cried, they were so relieved, it's silly because is a reality show, but last night everyone felt like we were supported. Like, people got our backs! People agree that we wont take that bullshit anymore. In other editions those guys would be the handsome guys that all the girls would die to be with, you know? But know they are the villains. It happened. The girls are not the crazy ones. They are not the powerless wones. They were the STRONG ONES forming OPINIONS, moving the big pieces on the board.

I can't even talk about how this will impact on many young girls, especially with all those girls having such strong stories you know? Today is a reality show but whatch us on the booting vote! Watch us at the March's. Just watch us. I'm telling y'all. Brasil is gonna turn this shit upside down.

Anyways here is a little clip of when our guardian Angel Dan, told the girls that they should trust Marcela's word

The relief the felt, we all felt. Having your word taken seriously after being called crazy and lier...

( even the production of the show tryied to deny the guys plan was real before the videos started pouring up, and they had to take back after saying on national television that Marcela was lying. Because that was the standard)

[aisling-beatha]

One-Shot #1 [SFW]

The Walking Dead | Daryl Dixon X Reader

“Tomorrow we are going to war.”

The bulb in the middle of the room was ready to go off at any moment. The only source of light in the dim place was slowly fading away. Your people had gathered in this long-abandoned warehouse a few hours ago just before another cold night took that place.

The place was damp. It smelled musty and rotten. Just like those walking bastards, the group met on their way here. But that, that was the least of anyone’s worries for now. Your thoughts were going again and again to what was upcoming.

“As much as I’d love to avoid saying this,” Rick said, his voice hoarse. “I don’t really have a choice.”

He was standing on one of the largest containers, his face just slightly lit by the small bulb hanging from the ceiling. The leader placed hands on the hips and tilted his head, looking at his people. But from your place, you could barely see the man’s facial expression.

“We all know what’s coming. And we have to be ready for this. We have to. There’s no turning back. Not for us. Not anymore.”

By the way some of your people were nodding, you guessed everyone agreed on that.

This was how things worked out for you now. Your people had put everything they had at stake: every human and every weapon. The war was coming, and there was no way anyone could really keep off it.

“We don’t know what’s gonna happen there. Nobody really knows,” Rick’s gruff voice was echoing in the room. “And some may not come home either. And we all have to embrace that.”

Your thoughts went back to the day you met Negan and his people. When he walked out of the van, swinging his bat and grinning obscenely at your people in the line-up. The memories were way too vivid. Even now, a shiver ran down your spine at a single thought of the man. You still wondered how your people could possibly survive it. Yet again, not everyone did.  

The ultimate decision was eventually made a few days ago, during the last meeting between the leaders of the three communities. By a solid vote, it was agreed to start a war against the Saviors and Negan. He was to pay for everything he’d done to your people. For what he’d done to Rick. To Sasha. To Maggie. To Daryl.

You felt another shiver running through your body as you remembered the sight of the broken man when Rick with a small group, including you, saw Daryl for the first time in what seems like months. Since that moment, everything you were able to think of was to make Negan pay, to make him suffer.

You glanced over the room, spotting Maggie. She was sitting next to Carol, listening to Rick just as the others. Despite the warnings, she had got from every member of the group, she was still here, ready to fight. The determination in her eyes and the fire she had burning there always left you speechless yet it never surprised you. After everything you two went through, you learned not only to trust her and rely on her hardiness but to understand where it was coming from. And now, it wasn’t just her grief and sorrow to bear. You all lost something on that day: a part of you that will never be replaced or fixed. A deep hole was now slowly eating each one of you from the inside. And the only way to make it stop was to stand up and fight. Yet, nothing will ever make you forget those who were now gone.

“There’s no way we can call a truce to bury the dead. Negan won’t buy it. And I doubt there will ever be this chance for us,” Rick’s voice softened. “But what I want from all of us right now is… is to take our time. Tomorrow might be the last day on the earth for any of us. So don’t waste the chance as we might as well not see each other…”

As the last words left Rick’s mouth, you felt a lump in your throat. The reality of what was to come hit you again, and you struggled to hold back tears. But Rick was right after all. Tomorrow you won’t have enough time to say goodbye to your loved ones. Tomorrow you won’t have time to cry or to be sorry for not being here with them.  You smirked as you remembered the story Rick told your people years ago from now. That was a story of his veteran grandad, who somehow made it out alive during the war. And now you distinctly remembered Rick repeating his grandpa’s words: “Rest in peace. Now get up and go to war”. The trick was simple: you do what you gotta do, no exceptions.

People were slowly rising from their spots. Whispering and muttering filled the silence in the room. You also stood up from your spot and headed off to the group of familiar faces. For the past several months you became close with many people, building a strong bond with them. These people were now your sisters and brothers. From what was just a small group of people, constantly distrusting and suspecting each other, you came to having all these people around and calling them your family. Losing any of them would destroy you, so you just kept trying to push those thoughts at the back of your mind. At least for now, to enjoy what could be the last peaceful moments your people could share. There wasn’t a way to get prepared for another loss.  

Soon enough you left the group of men you were speaking to. You quietly chuckled and shook your head. Even in times like these, some of them were able to slightly let their guard down, laughing and remembering better times. That lightened your mood a little bit.

You spotted Rick talking to a man not far from where you were standing. The leader looked aside just for a moment to share a short nod with you. The intensity of his sight made your muscles tense. You turned away and let a shaky sight. Your nerves were already to the limits. You couldn’t let yourself even think about another day. Much to your luck, studying the place, you spotted another figure in the farthest corner. Something about the man’s posture made you smile. He was sitting on a container, his back facing you, looking through the dusty window.

“Hey, Dixon,” you smirked as you approached the man. “Nice view, huh?”

A quiet snort came as a reply. Daryl side-glanced you.

You coughed awkwardly, “A'right, listen here, you know, sometimes you are a true asshole, Daryl Dixon. You’d better work on that attitude of yours towards people.” you chuckled softly, not looking at the man. “Thank you though, you know… for saving my ass countless times. I appreciate that, really. I-I…”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Huh?” you didn’t catch up to the question at first, being deep in your thoughts. Daryl’s hoarse voice brought you back to reality.

“Whatcha doing’?” Daryl was looking at you with squinty eyes.

“Well, you heard the boss,” you shook your head in Rick’s direction. “Might as well not see you again tomorrow… Thought I might use the chance to thank you.”

“Ya ain’t tellin’ goodbye, aren’t ya?”

“Daryl…” you protested but were cut off.

“Stop it, Y/N, ya don’ get to tell that. We all gonna be just fine, promise. M’ gonna keep ya safe.”

Daryl’s voice was gruff from the cigarettes. Just recently you couldn’t even imagine having that warm feeling every time you heard his voice. Now, you knew exactly what it meant. Daryl’s voice meant safety. It meant home.

“Daryl, stop it.”

“Nah, whatcha telling ’s stupid.”

“You can’t protect me, alright?” you snapped, suddenly feeling exhausted. You shook your head, still avoiding looking at Daryl. “Look, there’s no way everyone’s coming home. What we… what they started here, it won’t end without blood. People are gonna die. And we can’t be sure… So please, don’t say it like that, okay?”

Daryl was quiet. He was studying your face but didn’t say anything. He surely could see how tired you were after all. He could always read you like an open book. Just a certain look or gesture could tell him about your mood at the moment. And now, he could see that as well. You were barely holding on.

“Y/N…”

“I just… I just don’t wanna give myself hope, you know?” you mumbled. “I don’t wanna make it look like I’m not afraid. I’m terrified, Daryl. And I came to say goodbye because I felt like… I felt like if I don’t, I won’t later…” you lowered your voice, feeling as your eyes were now filled with tears.                                         Daryl shifted a little bit to place a hand on your cheek. The touch gave you the shudders. It was almost electric but at the same time so tender, that it made it even harder for you to hold back tears. Everything went still for a moment. You were looking back at the man in front of you, fighting back the urge to start crying.                                                                                                                   You were always afraid of dying. The end of the world just made your fear stronger. Dead people were walking, and if you died, you sure as hell were going to end like one of them. Unless someone else would put you out of your misery. But worse than that, worse than walkers and the constant fear, was watching other people die. Every new death was ripping your heart apart, making it even harder to breathe. And the thing was, you never get to be ready to lose someone else. And now, with the war and too many things being put at stake, you couldn’t let yourself be selfish and be hopeful enough to be sure to walk the other day next to your friends and family.

You sobbed quietly and tried to smile, “No chick flick moments, huh?”

Daryl moved his hand and slowly stood from his seat, his eyes never leaving yours. “Why don’t we make it all cozy in here then, mh? We’re going to kick some bad guys in the balls tomorrow and I sure as hell don’t wanna be sleepy and all.”

You were trying to joke to ease the tension between the two of you that suddenly became way too uncomfortable. You weren’t that stupid to think that you’d be sleepy during the battle. But taking a good sleep still was the priority. With that, you turned around and headed off to the place you were sitting before. Previously, Rick insisted on taking stuff to this warehouse in case you were about to spend some time here. Among all the ammo and meds, there were clothes and blankets, that apparently were taken here by other women. If it wasn’t for the end of the world and the war coming, this might be a nice sleepover.

The night was definitely getting colder but thanks to the flannel and a leather jacket you were wearing, you weren’t really cold. So instead of taking a blanket to yourself, you passed it to Maggie, stopping by her side and slightly patting her shoulder. Maggie and you had already exchanged a few words before coming to this place. She smiled at you softly, gently touching and squeezing your hand on her shoulder.

Back at the place you were sitting before, you lent on a wall, bending your legs and hiding your head in the hands. An obnoxious feeling filled your heart. Your anxiety found its way to your throat making you breathe heavily. You didn’t exactly know how much time passed by when you felt someone moving next to you. Daryl lightly patted you on your back, making you sit up straight.

“Come ‘ere” he rasped out.

You moved and positioned yourself between Daryl’s legs, leaning back on his broad chest. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body through the layers of clothes, which instantly made your heart beating faster. Daryl hugged you from behind, letting his arms lay on your stomach.

“Ya know, ya pain in the ass sometimes too.”

You chuckled to yourself, closing your eyes and letting Daryl’s steady breath soothe you.

“But you still love me,” you placed your arms over his.

“Yeah, well, ya mine pain in the ass, woman.”

Daryl scoffed and, you were sure, rolled his eyes. This man couldn’t stop making you grin. You were already dozing off when Daryl placed a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Ain’t gonna let anything happen to ya. But ’m not goin’ to say goodbye either.”

Terrible things were about to happen. And then you will need all your strength to fight them back.  But for now, everything that mattered was this exact moment. Your family was here, sleeping, curled next to each other, taking in last hours of peace before the break of dawn. And nothing else mattered.

[inevitable-anna]

Escape The Night S4X06 Spoilers.

Hello, it’s ETN time again! I believe this may be my longest reaction post yet! I’m working on my ‘possessed guest’ theory.

Here we go...

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Oohh The Gorgon and The Collector are having an argument!

Ummm... The Gorgon doesn't turn to stone when she looks at her own reflection?

Holy Musical B@tman! The Minotaur came out of nowhere!

R.I.P random Greek warrior dude. Press f to pay respects!

Still loving the opening credits!

*The Gorgon enters the lounge* My mind: "Here's Gorgie!"

Ahh! No! Don't hurt The Sorceress! Bad Gorgon!

AHHHH! MORTIMER IS TURNING TO STONE! THAT IS NOT GOOD!

ASDFGHJKL! I'm sorry, I know Mortimer is probably dead now, but his statue looks hilarious!

The way The Sorceress was touching the fingertips of Mortimer’s statue, when the guests came back into the lounge. :(

"Oh, baked beans!" I love Ro so much, and I know I say it every time but she's great!

"I will gouge her eyes out for this. Mark my words!" The Sorceress vowed to avenge Mortimer!

"I knew he was a stoner." If Bretman dies I'm gonna be so mad!

Oh, this is the ‘rainiest day’ that Merlin was talking about!

The group used the 'guardian angel' stone!

ATTFSRKDBWORNZWLBEBUANRBFKRBFOWRPGOHEBNGORKD KENNGIIIWBSIA!!!!!

MATPAT AND NIKITA ARE BACK!!! YESSSSS!!

AND RO'S STILL ALIVE SO MATT/RO REUNION!!!

Ro: *sees Mat* "starts screaming"!

Awww! Mat just lifted Ro up and gave her the biggest hug! Yay! They're reunited! This is the one of the things in the series that I was waiting for and I’m so glad it happened!

Wait? Is Mat's hair purple? It looks good.

No one:

Nikita: *shows up*

Colleen: "Nikita's a really sucky guardian angel because last time I was with her, she shoved me into a box of spikes and murdered me."

Me: :|

"We only have a limited amount of time to save as many of you as possible." Oh? Are Mat and Nikita only here for this episode then? :(

Ro: "Did you join a cult?" Mat: "What?" Ro: "I saw the symbol on her, it's on Joey. You got it." Nikita: "We're the Society Against Evil." Mat: "We're here to help. We're the good guys." Ro: *suspicious af face* "This cult is recruiting. I do not trust them." I just found this funny.

But I do agree with Ro. I don't trust the SAE.

I missed Mat. "I mean, Jael and Ryu are kinda weird. Bit quiet. They puke magic. It's kinda disgusting." Lol

Thank goodness for Mat! "Thinking Gorgon, I immediately think of Greek mythology."

Mat and Ro's friendship is everything! Mat: *thinks of possible solution* Ro: "Mat, you smart. You smart." Mat: "Thank you."

Mat doing a victory dance, when his theory is proved to be correct, is brilliant!

Colleen: "The Collector, despite being a real b*tch, happens to have one in her museum." Does Merlin's note actually say the bit about The Collector being a b*tch or did Colleen add that in? Because it's hilarious to think of Merlin writing that!

Joey: "I volunteer not to hold the shield, so." When was the last time you actually volunteered to do something Joey? Because I can't remember! (This is gonna be really stupid if he volunteered an episode or two ago)

Colleen. WE KNOW YOU HOLD A GRUDGE BUT PLEASE STOP BRINGING IT UP EVERY 5 MINUTES!

ALEX! YOU ARE STILL SHADY AS HELL TO ME! EVEY TIME YOU SAY "I need to prove that I'm on your side" IT JUST SEEMS MORE SUSPICIOUS!!

Joey: "The Gorgon's lair is gorgeous." Camera: *shows The Gorgon's lair, which is covered in fog and statues that are actually deceased people* Me: 'If Joey thinks this is gorgeous, I'd hate to see what he thinks is ugly.'

Please let Alex get turned to stone!🤞🏻 Please let Alex get turned to stone!🤞🏻Please let Alex get turned to stone!🤞🏻

Bretman: "Alex tries to look at her through the mirror and Miss Gorgon was like, 'B*tch, you dumb.'" Bretman is still great.

Alex: *gets captured by Minotaur after failing to turn The Gorgon to stone* Bretman: "Why are the cute monsters never grabbing me?" Me: "... Wha?"

I love how whenever the group gets a note and someone reads it out, you can see Ro trying to remember it and figure it out in the background.

Ok, three riddles to open the three gates of the maze. The answer to each riddle will be an object inside the maze. This sounds cool, I love riddles! I’m not great at them but I like them.

Nikita: "Shut up and just look cute. I'm gonna save your ass."

First riddle: "I have a head a tail but no body." No body but it has a head and tail?

Ohh! It's a coin. Good thinking Nikita! And Nikita got captured!

Now we're with team Mat.

Oh so they have to find what each statue was missing and return it to said statue.

Okay, The Sorceress was helping Ro hide from The Gorgon was awesome and now I want The Sorceress and Ro to be friends!

(Photo credit to @sun-shine-lolli-pops)

Okay, back to the team Nikita.

Second riddle: "Feed me and I live. Give me a drink and I'll die." EEK! I know this one! It's fire, the answer is fire!

Nikita: "A candle. Look for something with fire." Alex: "Don't listen to her." And Alex keeps trying to convince everyone that he's not bad?

Grapes? Okay, now Bretman has used the lighter!

Okay, the second gate has been opened. One more to go!

Bretman has been captured as well.

Now it's Joey's turn! Third riddle: "When you need me you throw me away. When you are done with me you bring me back." Hmm?

Wait! On the table is an anchor! It's the anchor! It's the anchor, Joey!

Third and final gate complete! And Joey didn’t get caught.

Uh oh... Joey has to vote for himself or vote for either Nikita, Bretman or Alex and Joey will get immunity.

Back to team Mat.

Good thinking with the empty pedestals, Ro!

I love how Ro takes the high pedestal and has to, literally, climb on top of it because she's so tiny, while Mat and Colleen have the short pedestal and just have to step onto it.

Ro yelling "Team Cinnamon Roll" is everything! #TeamCinnamonRoll

Colleen: "Mat and I have to stand on the one that says, "Kiss of the jewelled lover." Matt's married and has a kid. I'm married and have a kid. So that ain't happening. So he's gonna get a big ol' kiss on the cheek."

Colleen: "Are we doing this?" Matt: "Give me a kiss, lover!" The way that Matt says that is hilarious!

Mat: "Are you the new Calliope? Are you the one who's shuffling the cards?"

Sorceress: "I'm The Sorceress."

Ro: "She's pretty cool, Matt."

Mat: "Yeah?"

Ro: "Yeah, she's really helpful."

Colleen: "Snake lady freaks me out."

Matt: "Didn't Joey say that she killed him?" That whole interaction was brilliant.

Phew, Joey voted for himself. Which makes my earlier dig about him not volunteering look stupid now.

Ro asks Alex if he wants to go in and he said yes!

WHAT? Who the heck voted for Colleen?

ASDFGHJKL! Bretman: "Miss Colleen, prove yourself, Duchess." It was Bretman!

Alex is going in too!

Alex: "What? Rosanna! I didn't know what I was saying earlier. I was just cold." Ro: "You told me to vote for you!" Anyone getting S1X06 Matt vibes here? When he said he'd do the exorcism and then tried to back out?

Oh this is an interesting challenge! The ‘guardian angels’ Mat and Nikita has to traverse the maze and find the parts of a puzzle, while Alex and Colleen have to assemble the puzzle pieces to make the Parthenon.

Nikita crawls under the legs of the Minotaur! That is gutsy!

Colleen is almost done!

NIKITA! WHAT THE FLIPPETY FLAPPITY FUCK?!?!?

I'm sorry for my language there but what the hell, Nikita?

Nikita has cheated at this challenge and the last person to cheat was Destorm and he automatically forfeited his life as punishment. I feel like Alex should lose now. (I’m not saying this because I dislike Alex, I’m saying because Nikita cheated and I think there should be a punishment.)

No! Where's Matt gone?

Thank goodness! Matt is still alive! He’s just outside the museum.

R.I.P Colleen Ballinger.

First death- stabbed to death inside of the iron ‘maiden of madness’.

Second death- “ripped to pieces” by the Minotaur.

I used to like Nikita... not anymore!

Yesesss! Kill The Gorgon! When Alex tells the Minotaur to stay in the maze, the Minotaur stomps of like a child being sent to their room.

Nikita: "I seem to be doing pretty well for my first mission as a Society Against Evil girl." Nikita: *cheats at challenge, which gets Colleen killed*

Ro: "Alex and Nikita return to the lounge. Which means Matpat and Colleen did not make it." She thinks Mat is dead and she looks so sad! Someone hug Ro! Please?!

Ro: "There's this fire that's starting inside of me that's just starting to ignite, and I'm just... I hate these monsters." #LetRoBeABadass2K19

A lamp? Does this mean that the genie/djnn looking person from the trailer is next?

"Wishes are not free." Well, that's ominous.

And that’s my reaction post for S4X06 done!

And as I thought about the end of this episode, I thought that, apart from Nikita, Rosanna is the only girl left in the group. If Nikita only stays for one more episode then Ro will definitely be the only girl left and that should guarantee that she is one of this seasons survivors! Until I thought that Colleen is seen in the pirates episode, which means she may be revived, which will probably be bad for Ro as they probably won’t have 2 female survivors (Although Ro is is the pirate episode as well). Excluding S2, The survivors are always Joey, a boy and a girl, so it’s unlikely that it would be 2 girls and Joey to win this season unless they decide to change that. But who knows?

Quick question, who do you want to win this season?

Hope you like this post! :)

Have a lovely day!

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Z 110

Piccolo’s awesome.  He shows up in the Garlic Junior Saga, and he just throws a thousand gallons of shade all over him.     “Garlic Junior, huh?   I seem to recall a shit-tier movie villain by that name.    But it coudn’t be the same guy as your boss, Spice.    No, the Garlic Junior I’m thinking of was a total loser who got beaten by a toddler.” 

Maron starts freaking out.   The talking pig wasn’t so bad but then Chi-Chi tried to fight her, then all of Krillin’s friends went bonkers, and now the demons in slutty costumes showed up, and now this.   

Krillin’s like, “Honey, you knew I had brass balls when you started going out with me.   You must have known that I’d get into insane super-adventures all the time.”

Meanwhile, Piccolo wants to know how Garlic Junior escaped from the Dead Zone, since the Spice Boys are clearly too weak to have accomplished this themselves.  Piccolo’s not taking any prisoners today. 

Spice points straight up, because Part 4 was his favorite JoJo.  

The answer, as it turns out, is the Makyo Star.    Well, actually, it’s a planet, but I’m pretty sure the Japanese words for “star” and “planet” are kind of interchangeable?   I always assumed this was due to early astronomers lacking a distinction between the two.    The word “planet”, as I recall, comes from a word meaning “wanderer”, because they looked like stars in the sky, except they followed different paths through the night sky from all the real stars.  

Anyway, the Funimation dub calls it “Makyo Star”, while the subtitles translate it as “Makyo World”.   “The Planet Makyo” probably would have made more sense, but whatever.    What’s funny is that I know English has words to distinguish planets from stars, but we end up mudding the waters anyway, because “Makyo Star” sounds cooler.  

Spice’s point is that Makyo is the homeworld of the Mazoku, or Demon Clan, and it approaches the Earth once every 5000 years.  When it does, it empowers every demon on Earth, including Garlic Junior, who used the boost to muscle his way out of the Dead Zone. 

The weird thing is that he points out that Piccolo ought to have already been aware of this, since Piccolo once identified as Mazoku when he was a villain.  And this is why the Mazoku/Demon concept is so confused in this show.    Piccolo’s clearly not a demon, he’s a Namekian from the Planet Namek.   He was never not a Namekian.   I always assumed that King Piccolo called himself Daimao (demon king) because he was evil and had no idea what else to call himself. 

But then we got the lore about how anyone killed by the Mazoku was unable to find rest in the afterlife, so there seemed to be real consequences for being a demon.   This wasn’t just a throwaway line either.   Kami mentioned this rule again when Piccolo killed Raditz in DBZ.   Raditz was able to proceed into the afterlife, suggesting that Piccolo had ceased to be be a demon somehow.

This suggested to me that being a demon in Dragon Ball was more about a state of mind, or a corruption of the soul.   It was something you could inherit or succumb to, but you could also stop being one if properly motivated.    Like voting Republican.  But now, Spice is pointing to the Makyo Star, basically revealing that he’s an alien, and wondering why Piccolo didn’t already know about it.  

Confusing the issue even more, let’s not forget about the demons in the filler episode from the Fortuneteller Baba Saga.   Those guys were led by Shula, and they seemed to live in a cave.   Are they Makyans as well?    And what about the bad guys in Movie 4?   Lord Slug was a Namekian, but his henchmen called themselves Mazoku?    Were they Makyans?    And why were they vulnerable to sunlight.   

Oh, and there’s also Dabura from the Buu Saga, and all the demon lore introduced in Xenoverse and Dragon Ball Heroes, but there’s no sense getting into that.  

I guess what I’m driving at is that you’d think Spice would accuse Piccolo of being a poser.    He was never a “true” demon in the first place, because he’s from Namek and he didn’t even know what the Makyo Star was.    Instead, Spice seems to buy into him being a demon, if only a former one.  

Oh, also, while Spice tells this story, the video shows evil spirits floating through the cities, because the Makyo Star is making them stronger.    So are these Mazoku as well?   

Of course, Garlic’s whole plan this time around involves converting everyone into a demon, using the Black Water Mist.    I mean, Oolong sure as hell wasn’t a demon before, but he is now, according to the bad guys.  

And Spice is even offering to let Piccolo join them, since he used to be Mazoku before.   So it feels like the bar is pretty low for becoming a Mazoku.   You inhale cursed mist and become one against your will, or you come from the planet Makyo, or you can just be a disaffected jerk like King Piccolo or Lord Slug. 

I like the way the dub handles this scene.   Spice’s pitch is that Piccolo really has nothing left to fight for, because the battle’s already over, and Garlic won.   The Lookout has fallen, every living thing on Earth has become a loyal subject of Garlic Junior, and they really don’t seem to mind.   And wasn’t this sort of what Piccolo had been meaning to do before the Saiyans showed up?    Would it be so out-of-character for him to just accept this state of affairs and throw in with the bad guys?    Maybe this is the way it ends.    Maybe Piccolo should just take this as it is.

Yeah, right.   

Piccolo tosses off his weighted cape and turban, and everyone’s like “Is that your answer, you want to fight?”  I like that they know what’s up.   When Piccolo takes off his gear, it’s time to throw down.   

Maybe once, Piccolo might have gone along with this, but I doubt it.   Even as a villain, he was motivated by his nature as an outcast.   Spice just dared him to take on the whole world, and Piccolo’s like “wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Also, why should this dude sweat anybody on Team Garlic?   Piccolo’s faced the Saiyans and Frieza, and he’s still here.    He’s not King Piccolo’s assassin anymore.    He’s a proud son of Namek, and he’s going to honor his heritage the only way he knows how: whuppin’ some demon ass.

Of course, Piccolo can’t just fight the Spice Boys, because Yamcha’s working for them now, and he can fly and fight too.    So the Spice Boys just stand back and let Yamcha do their dirty work for them.   Gohan really doesn’t like this, and that seems to be a major theme for him in this arc.    Garlic is putting him in a position where he has to fight his loved ones, and he just can’t handle it.    As strong as he is, he lacks the will to fight back in these situations.

Oh, hey, Yukio Ebisawa is involved in this episode.     Like I said before, he’s harder to spot without Vegeta around, but when he has Maron morph into some sort of triangle monster to defend herself from Bulma and Chi-Chi, it’s hard to ignore.  

This is what Vegito dreams about...

Fortunately, Icarus shows up to save Maron.    Also, Yukio Ebisawa has her swimsuit grow to cover more of her body.    Normally, I’d complain about the continuity flub, but I’m grateful to Ebisawa for this, since his Maron would look even worse in a thong.    

Also, Evil Paur jumps in and saves Evil Yamcha from Piccolo.   This looks pretty disturbing, like Puar is eating Piccolo’s face.  

Gohan and Krillin try to help, but Piccolo sends them to Kami’s Lookout, since their only chance of fixing this mess is to get the Ultra Holy Water and use it before it’s too late.    He’s going to stay behind and hold these buttholes off.

That’s a tall order though.    Well, the Spice Boys and Yamcha are the real threat here.     Chi-Chi and Roshi, not so much, and frankly Evil Oolong looks more funny than threatening.   

Oh, then they start biting him.   Hot damn.

Goku looks like he’s pretty happy that he’s not in this episode.    “Hey, guys, it’s me, Goku!   Boy I sure am glad I’m on Planet Yardrat right now.   Yamcha looks pretty messed up!”

Back from the break, everyone jumps on Piccolo and starts bitiing him.   That’s just kind of sick how they dangle off him like lampreys.    What made them decide to do this, exactly?    Did the Spice Boys tell them to?  Did they come up with it on their own?  

Gohan was pretty reluctant to leave Piccolo in that mess, but he eventually did as he was told, and now they’re on their way to the Lookout.    So is Maron, apparently, because she doesn’t know any better, and Krillin’s too afraid to tell her no.

#squad goals.

Vinegar wants to kill Piccolo while he’s down, but Spice reminds him that if they do, the Dragon Balls will be rendered useless.   Besides, if you get bitten by someone infected with the Black Water Mist, you end up the same as if you inhaled it yourself.    So Piccolo should now be just like Bulma and the others. 

And yeah, that’s exactly what happens.   

Meanwhile, oh hell yeah, it’s the Vegeta part.   This saga rules.   

So if you’re wondering where Vegeta’s been during all of this, he left Earth in Episode 107.   Here, we see that he’s been hunting for Goku.   For some reason, this has led him to an army of Litts, the same species Vegeta mentioned when he was handing out Frieza Soldier uniforms to Krillin and Gohan.    Geets beats them all, then interrogates one to find out where Goku is.   This episode is kind of notable for being one of the few times Vegeta refers to Goku as “Goku”.

The Litts don’t know anything about it, though.   Apparently they don’t even know that Frieza’s been defeated, which seems odd, considering that he’s been gone for ten months now.   Vegeta tells this dude to pass along a message to Frieza in hell   Vegeta’s going to surpass and defeat Goku, so Frieza ought to feel grateful for this.   

Back on Earth, Krillin and the gang reach Korin’s Tower, and are relieved to find Korin and Yajirobe are unaffected by the Black Water Mist.    Korin has no idea what’s been going on, so he reads Gohan’s mind and flips out.   

So Gohan and Krillin head up to the Lookout, and leave Icarus and Maron behind.  

But when they arrive, they find the Spice Boys already waiting for them, along with their new buddy, Piccolo.    Uh-oh...

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 wonpil

first of all i will definitely do poorly on this because,,, you know,,,,, he’s so precious and i don’t think my words can do it justice ksbdjshs i wanna make the sweetest scenario for him

but i suck at sweet stuffs smh bye

name: kim wonpil

major: modeling (i still cant believe this is an actual major im living under a rock smh)

other activities: member of music club, keyboardist and main singer of the university band

jae calls him “the backbone” of the music club because wonpil participates in all club events, he always takes part in weekly activities, and he actively finds new recruits

jae on the other side pops up once in a blue moon to play guitar, do shit, then disappears

don’t worry ever since jae starts dating the newest member who happens to be wonpil’s bestie he’s more active now

honestly more than half of their club members joined because wonpil made them to

he’s persuasive and convincing okay you would end up eating rocks if he told you it’s good for health

but he’ll never do that ever bc he speaks no lies okay he’s like the sweetest person in the earth

he’ll cry by the sight of cute puppies, do i have to explain further

wonpil was nominated as the club president but the other candidate park sungjin who’s also his roommate beat him by one vote

well he prefers to be just regular member anyway, that way he can still do a lot of things for the club but with less responsibilities

you see he’s really nice, he’s caring, he’s hardworking, he’s confident, he knows how to present himself and he’s hella attractive

he’s taking modeling as his major do i make myself clear

everyone LOVES wonpil

and i mean sometimes it’s just not only a platonic love but like an “i will give you my heart and soul please marry me” love

too bad he’s oblivious af

someone: i,, i like you wonpil,,,, d-do you like me too?

wonpil: of course!!! you’re my friend!!!!!!!!!

someone: ….oh ok

accidental friendzone

but you know he doesnt actually mean to do that, he just doesn’t think anyone likes him like that

moreover he already has someone in mind

aka the coffee shop girl

aka Y O U

yeah hello guys i am: still lame

the first time he met you was on exams week

everyone was busy and stressed af and running on almost no sleep

except maybe wonpil

not because he was fully prepared but more like he forgot exams week was coming until the day before so he just decided to wing it lol whatevs

anyway his roommate aka sungjin asked him if he could go buy him a double shot espresso so wonpil did

he rarely visits coffee shops tbh and when he does he always orders vanilla latte with extra syrup for himself

wonpil seems to be that kinda person who tries to enjoy coffee but can’t handle the bitter taste its so frickin cute and trust me you think so too

so anywayyyy yeah he never saw you, aka the new barista, before

it was ur first work day as well btw and he was ur first customer

he didn’t know why but watching you being nervous made him nervous too

just imagine a stuttering costumer and a stuttering barista

everyone watched you two with anxiety

but even when wonpil was a nervous wreck he didn’t forget to smile and before leaving he said to you, “thanks, have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!”

honest to god it made your whole day better

anyway let’s move on to the second meeting

he comes back and this time he orders a vanilla latte, but being the clumsy ass that you are, you slightly confused his order

he receives his coffee and takes a sip and he freezes

you ask whats wrong and he’s like,, uh nothing,, the coffee is just,,,, kinda bitter today??? ha,,,hahahhaha,,,,

you stand still

wait

he asked for EXTRA SYRUP not EXTRA SHOT you dumbfucc

you offer to make him a new one and he refuses saying it’s fine!!! but you still feel bad so you insist but he’s like no!!! i gotta stay awake anyway i have an important quiz today i have to study! by the way uhhhh i’ve never seen you around until recently???

you introduce yourself and he introduce himself blablabla it’s awkward and your palms keep sweating for some reason

before wonpil left, he didn’t forget to say “have a great day!! i’ll see you around then!!!”

he’s so sweet uwu

seeing him and making him his vanilla latte (extra syrup) is one of the best parts of your job tbh

and he visits every single time you’re working which makes it better

why is his smile so adorable what the fuck

and there’s something about the way he walks that keeps you looking i mean boiiiii does he know how to present himself holy shit

that feeling when you see someone so beautiful you want to cry

the more you see him the more you want to know about him

what major is he in? what is he usually do outside the class? what kind of person is he? does he have a lot of friends? what’s his hobby? stuffs like that

too bad he always comes when it’s busy at the cafe so you can’t talk too much

neither he ever tries to initiate a conversation with you except his usual “hello! how are you today?” and “thank you, you make the best coffee! have a nice day!! see you!!!”

let’s admit it you highkey have a crush on him and EVERYONE knows

wELL it’s because you always wear that expression like "goddammit why must kim wonpil be so cute if he ain’t gonna ask me on a date” whenever you watch his back as he leaves the cafe

and EVERYONE but YOU knows wonpil’s so into you

whenever someone says something like “just ask him for his number he’ll definitely give it to you” you’re like “wtf nO that’s creepy and he won’t!! he doesn’t even know me!!!”

“he literally only comes when it’s your shift and he always makes sure you’re the one taking his order you oblivious dumbass”

“it’s just a coincidence”

“…..yeah whatever”

but they’re right wonpil’s crushing on you hard

at this point sungjin can even draw a portrait of you although he hasn’t actually met you before

that’s how much wonpil talks about you

from your whole adorable appearance to how cute your little cough is, or how he adores your little smile and the sparks in your eyes when he compliments your coffee, or he’ll describe your apron what the fuck and how he thinks your look so good in white and blue

sungjin’s so done with him

“just ask her out you stalker”

“nO I CAN’T!!! SHE’LL THINK IM CREEPY!!! SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW ME”

“well i bet she remembers your face by now since you always drop by when she’s there”

“but she meets a lot of people everyday there’s NO WAY she can remember me”

you see the problem now?

then one day jae decides to play matchmaker

by “playing matchmaker” i mean he follows wonpil to the cafe and straight up tells you, in front of wonpil’s face and everyone there, “yo this friend of mine wants to take you on a date and he wonders if you’re interested”

you are: blushing

wonpil is: dead pale

you: o-oh… i’m–

wonpil: yO HE’S JUST JOKING HAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY oH My gOd jAE LET’S GO

he drags his tall friend aka jae out of the cafe and since then he never visits again :(

im sad now ugh i told you i suck at sweet stuffs like this

fast forward it’s summer and the university wonpil’s attending is holding a summer festival that’s open for public

well,,,,, you decide to go and you ask some of your friends to tag along

you’re not sure what you’re hoping; maybe you just want to see how the place wonpil’s studying at looks like, or maybe you do wish to meet him by accident or something yanno like a drama

whatever

you promised yourself that if you don’t see him today, you’ll get over him

but if you do see him, you will ask. him. out.

well jokes on you babe he’s there performing on the stage with the band

he’s,,, he’s singing,,, and playing keyboard,,,, omg his voice

as you already know im uncreative soooo by impossible coincidence somehow his eyes spot you in the crowd

btw i imagine them singing Pouring but i think you can pick any songs you like

he’s so taken aback that one second he’s singing and the next second he sees you and his eyes widen and he’s like “I’m falling for–hUH? why are you here??” to the microphone

don’t worry the others cover for his mistake while trying not to laugh

everyone laughs too while looking around to find the person whom wonpil sees

you’re embarrassed as fuck you want to curl up and hide forever

but your so-called-friends don’t let you get away that easy okay it’s your only chance

dw dude wonpil feels the same he wants to immediately get off the stage and die

but sungjin will literally kill wonpil in his sleep if he doesn’t do anything it’s now or never

poor boi has had enough of this pining shit

so after the band performance wonpil has no choice but to approach you

“h-hey! so you watched our stage!”

“y-yeah! it was great!! didn’t know you can sing so well”

“h-haha thanks”

“y-you’re welcome”

silence

more silence

wonpil clears his throat and, “so…”

you blink fast, “yeah…?”

“um uhhh do you wanna see around? i can take you”

“oH of course”

What Am I Even Writing Anymore

well remember your promise earlier? about asking him out?? no???

is it too late to chicken out and forget the whole thing now

you barely know each other it’s so awkward and he looks so fine today and you really don’t wanna push him even further now but if you hesitate longer who knows someone else will ask him first and just the thought alone breaks your heart a little bit

so it’s time to grow a pair and take risks cmon dude you can do this

one

two

“anywaysijustwonderifyou'refreenextsaturday?”

wait

it was!! not!!! your voice!!!!

“huh?”

wonpil clears his throat and repeats slower, “i just wonder if you’re uhhhh free next saturday?”

o shit

o fUck YeAH

you cough a bit before answering, “y-y-yeah i guess??”

“ok um i like, have two tickets for movie if you want to come with me”

that’s like the lamest invitation and you yourself gotta admit that lmao

but oh kim wonpil,, dear,,,, there’s no way i would say no

so you two go on a date

or “casual outing” as you two call it

but everyone knows it’s a date okay even though you two didn’t have any skinskip oops

it’s okay it takes a bit of time but you’ll get there

i mean, since then you two go out together almost every weekend so ye it won’t be that long until the awkwardness wears off

wonpil just cherish you so much he’s afraid he’ll scare you or hurt your feeling by accident so he never boldly initiates anything

the first time you two finally holding hands is when you two go skating, and that’s just because you two are so bad at that

gotta hold each other so you won’t keep falling aye romance

you don’t know this but trust me wonpil talks about it for days sungjin almost decides to move out

he’s still insisting it’s not a date tho

“you know what, i can already imagine you two in like 10 years, standing at the altar and be like, do you marry me as a friend or what? unclear”

“do you think we’ll get married?????”

“oh dear god”

but yeah

you two will get there

somehow

just take your sweet time and give wonpil all the love in the world i beg you

that’s it YAY i think imma work on sungjin’s next wish me luck im running out of lame cliche ideas now lol bye

[myherodiehardfan]

promts (i STOLE FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE)

- prompt list -

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

Bad boy writing prompts (warning: mild sexual themes)

“He was sneak out the window past curfew kind of trouble, he was a motorbike ride cross-country kind of trouble, he was the kind of boy your daddy hated. But he was the only man that made you feel alive.” (Oh, Dabi, my dear, I’m looking at you.)

“‘A gentleman would offer me his seat’”    ‘Gentlemen are boring. But you’re free to sit on my lap.’ You narrowed your eyes. He slanted his head innocently, ‘Over my knees then’    ‘Charming, aren’t you’    ‘Only for you, baby’”

“You gawked. Did he seriously just offer ten million yen for your portrait? ‘You want me on your wall?’   ‘Actually, I want you in my bed but you seem to averse sex, so how about it?’”

“I love you more than I hate the rest of the world.”(Hm. A lot of the villains, but especially Shiggy and Overhaul.)

“I seem to have a nasty habit of driving people away.” (A lonesome MC/Reader or my darling Shinso, technically not a bad boy but can be applied hehe)

“Her body was his. His to ravish, to possess, to savor. But he was a selfish man and having just her skin wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, always more. He desired her heart, her soul, her beautiful mind. Everything. He wanted her. And she will be his.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (This is as far I will go)

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

SHORT

“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!”

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

“I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…

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The Revelation of the Other Woman Ch.12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Chapter title: The Invasion. Pairing: Eventual Daryl/Oc Setting: The Farm/Season 2 Word Count: 5,568 Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety.

I stood outside the shed where Randall was being held, listening to Daryl beat the shit out of him in an attempt to get information. I hated what Daryl was doing to the kid, but I knew it needed to be done. He wasn’t getting anything useful until the kid finally said “Okay, okay. They have weapons. Heavy stuff, automatics. But I didn’t do anything.” He cried.

“Your boys shot at my boys, tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride? You’re trying to tell me you’re innocent?” Daryl growled at the kid.

“Yes!” the guy yelled. “These…these people took me in. Not just guys, a whole group of them. Men and women, kids too, just like you people. I thought I’d have a better chance with them, you know?” he asked and I didn’t hear anymore beating so I assumed that Daryl had stopped torturing him. “But we’d go out, scavenge, just the men. One night we…we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters…teenagers, you know?” My throat tightened at the thought of where the boy was headed with this. “Real young, real cute. Their daddy had to watch while these guys…they…and they didn’t even kill him afterwards. They just…they just made him watch as his daughters… they just…just left him there.” I felt bile rise up to my throat but I forced it back down. “No, but…but I didn’t touch those girls. I swear I didn’t-” the kid was silenced with a thud and I had to walk away.

“Is there a plan?” I heard Andrea ask as I walked up to where most everyone else stood around the fire.

“We gonna keep him here?” Glenn asked Rick.

“We’ll know soon enough.” Rick said with a nod to where Daryl was walking over from the shed.

“Boy there’s got a gang, 30 men.” Daryl reported as he moved to stand beside me and I noticed the blood on his knuckles. “They have heavy artillery and they ain’t lookin’ to make friends. They roll though here, our boys are dead. And our women,” he said with a quick look at me, “they’re gonna…they’re gonna wish they were.” 

My stomach rolled at the thought. “What did you do?” Carol asked, noticing the blood on Daryl’s knuckles as well.

“We had a little chat.” He answered as he moved around to stand behind me and Carol walked off.

“No one goes near this guy.” Rick said before Lori moved to stand between us and him.

“Rick, what are you gonna do?” she asked.

He sighed. “We have no choice. He’s a threat.” He answered and T-Dog, Dale and Shane moved closer. “We have to eliminate the threat.”

“You’re just gonna kill him?” Dale asked.

“It’s settled. I’ll do it today.” Rick answered then walked away and Dale followed him.

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I was sitting in Daryl’s tent reading a book when I heard Dale talking to Daryl outside. “Torturing people, that isn’t you. You’re a decent man. So is Rick. Shane…he’s different.”

“Why’s that?” I heard Daryl ask. “Cause he killed Otis?”

“He tell you that?” Dale asked.

“He told some story. How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with a dead guy’s gun. Rick ain’t stupid. He didn’t figure that out, it’s ‘cause he didn’t wanna. Like I said, groups broken.” Daryl said before I heard his footsteps headed my way. A second later the door flap was opened and Daryl stepped in.

When Dale saw me inside the tent he walked over and kneeled down to look at me. “You can’t tell me you’re on board with Ricks plan.”

“The guy watched his men rape two teenage girls in front of their father.” I said getting sick to my stomach again. “If we let him go he’ll go back to his people and bring them here. I don’t want to be raped.” I felt my voice quiver, but cleared my throat. “I don’t want Maggie or Beth or Patricia or Lori or Andrea to go through that. I don’t want to lose any more people. I’m not happy with the idea, but killing him is the only way to keep people safe.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Dale said with a shake of his head before he stood up and walked off.

Once he was gone I sighed and laid back on my sleeping bag and kicked my feet out in front of me. “You’re scared.” Daryl said making my eyes shift to him where he moved to lay on his side with his head propped up on his elbow. “Of what those men will do if they find this place.”

“I’d love to say I’m not, but that would be a lie.” I answered then turned my eyes back to the ceiling of the tent.

“Hey.” He tried to get my attention and I just kept staring at the top of the tent. So he placed his pointer finger on my cheek and turned my face to look at him. “Ain’t no one gonna hurt ya.”

“How do you know that?” I asked sounding tired and I was. I was tired of all of the drama around camp.

“’Cause I got yer back.” His words pulled at my heart strings and caused me to throw my arms around his waist. He stiffened for a split second, but eventually hugged me back with one arm.

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I was hanging laundry on a line to dry when Rick walked up. “Has Dale talked to you yet?”

“Yep.” I answered as I grabbed another shirt out of the basket and hung it up.

“And?”

“And I’ll tell you what I told him. You’re doing the right thing. Randall can’t live if we want to keep this place safe.” I pinned the shirt on the line and moved to grab another one, expecting him to go away after he got his answer, but he just kept standing there glaring at me with his hand on his hip. “What?” I sighed and he placed his hand on his hip.

“So you and Daryl are a thing now?” he asked and I stopped what I was doing.

“If by ‘are we a thing’ you mean am I with a man who respects me for me and doesn't make me feel like a terrible human being for having feelings for him then, yes. We’re a thing.” I answered sarcastically then turned to pin the shirt on the line. “And you know what?” I asked as I bent over and grabbed a pair of pants. “I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time.”

“I’m happy for you.” he said almost sarcastically, still glaring at me.

“I’m going to pretend that you meant that.” I said under my breath as I pinned the pair of jeans on the line.

“Group meeting at sunset.” He told me stiffly before he walked off.

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Everyone stood gathered around the living room, all quiet. No one willing to speak up until Glenn did. “So how do we do this?” he asked where he sat on a bench at the piano. “Just take a vote?”

“Does it have to be unanimous?” Andrea asked.

“How about majority rules?” Lori asked from where she stood leaning against the door frame to my right. I sighed and glanced behind me at Daryl who was leaning against a small cabinet to my left.

“Well, let’s just see where everybody stands and then we can talk through the options.” Rick spoke up as he turned from Lori to look at the rest of the room.

“Well, from where I sit, there’s only one way to move forward.” Shane spoke up from where he was leaning against the fireplace next to Andrea.

“Killing him, right?” Dale asked with a look at Shane then the rest of the room. “I mean, why even bother taking a vote. It’s clear which way the winds blowing.”

“Well if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.” Rick argued.

“Well, I can tell you it’s a small group.” Dale added. “Maybe just me and Glenn.”

As everyone looked at Glenn he swallowed hard and Dale looked at him like he couldn’t believe Glenn had changed his mind. “Look I think you’re pretty much right about everything all the time, but this-”

“They’ve got you scared.” Dale practically yelled at poor Glenn.

“He’s not one of us.” Glenn argued. “And we’ve, we’ve lost too many people already.”

Dale waved his hat at Maggie and Hershel. “How about you, do you agree with this?”

Maggie crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. “Couldn’t we continue keeping him prisoner?”

“Just another mouth to feed.” Daryl spoke up and when I looked back at him he had crossed his arms over his chest.

“And an unproductive one at that because I doubt we would risk putting him to work and taking the risk of him getting away.” I added with a look back at the rest of the group.

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel spoke up.

“We can ration better.” Lori added.

“Well, he could be an asset.” Dale argued.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggested.

“No, it’s like Joanna said. We can’t risk letting him walk around.” Rick spoke up.

“We could put and escort on him.” Maggie suggested.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” Shane asked.

“I will.” Dale spoke up and as much as I liked the old man he was fighting a losing battle.

“I don’t think any of us should be walking around with this guy.” Rick said putting his hand up, a sign to let the idea go.

“He’s right.” Lori added. “I wouldn’t feel safe unless he was tied up.”

“What she said.” I spoke up as I pointed to Lori.

“We can’t exactly put chains around his ankles and sentence him to hard labor.” Andrea said in her usual tone.

“Look, say we let him join us, right? Maybe he’s helpful, maybe he’s nice.” Shane started talking. “We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men.” His words made me tense and I guess Daryl noticed because he reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder for a second.

“So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?” he asked and we all just stared down at the floor. “If we do this, we’re saying there’s no hope. Rule of law is dead. There is no civilization.”

I sighed and rubbed at my temples as I leaned back against the wall. “Could you drive him further out?” Hershel asked and I dropped my hand from my face. “Leave him like you planned?”

“You barely came back this time.” Lori spoke to Rick while fiddling with the locket around her neck. “There are walkers. You could break down. You could get lost.”

“Or get ambushed.” Daryl added. And while I had heard him tell Dale that he didn’t care what happened to Randall one way or the other I think I he did have an opinion, he just didn’t want to voice it.

“They’re right. We should not put our own people at risk.” Glenn added.

“If you go through with it,” Patricia spoke up for the first time, “how would you do it? Would he suffer?”

“We could hang him, right? Just snap his neck.” Shane suggested.

Rick nodded. “I thought about that. Shooting may be more humane.”

“What about the body? Do we bury him?” T-dog asked.

“Hold on, hold on.” Dale started as he stood up again. “You’re talking about this like it’s already decided.”

“You’ve been talking all day, goin around in circles.” Daryl said pushing himself off of the cabinet he had been leaning on and twirling his finger around in the air. “You just wanna go around in circles again?” he asked pacing a little.

“This is a young man’s life!” Dale yelled. “And it is worth more than a five minute conversation!” I sighed and looked at Daryl to see my expression of aggravation mimicked on his face. “Is this what it’s come to? We kill someone because we can’t decide what else to do with him? You saved him and now look at us.” He yelled at Rick. “He’s been tortured. He’s gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we’re so afraid of?”

“We all know what needs to be done.” Shane spoke up.

“No, Dale’s right. We can’t leave any stone unturned here.” Rick countered. “We have a responsibility-”

“So what’s the other solution?” Andrea interrupted.

“Let Rick finish.” Lori spoke up, but was over looked.

“We haven’t come up with a single viable option yet.” Andrea kept talking. “I wish we could.”

“So let’s work on it!” Dale yelled getting louder.

“Stop it.” Carol spoke up. “Just stop it. I’m sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn’t ask for this. You can’t ask us to decide something like this.” she said pausing to look around the room. “Please decided, either of you, both of you, but leave me out.”

“Not speaking out or killing him yourself. There’s no difference.” Dale said.

Rick stepped in. “Alright, that’s enough.” Dale shut up so Rick kept talking. “Anyone wants the floor before we make a final decision, now’s their chance.” He said as he motion with his hand for someone to step up and stepped back.

Everyone looked around at each other and no one stepped up. So Dale did. “You once said we don’t kill the living.”

“That was before the living tried to kill us.” Rick argued.

“But don’t you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead. And this new world is ugly. It’s…harsh. It’s…it’s survival of the fittest.” He yelled. “And that’s a world I don’t wanna live in. and I don’t…I don’t believe that any of you do. I can’t. Please.” He pleaded with tears in his eyes. “Let’s just do what’s right.” It got quiet for a moment as he looked around the room. “Isn’t there anybody else who’s gonna stand with me?”

No one said a thing until Andrea of all people spoke up. “He’s right. We should try to find another way.”

“Anybody else?” Rick asked with a look around the room. No one spoke up and eventually Rick turned to Dale.

“Are y’all gonna watch too?” he asked with a sniffle. “No, you’ll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we’re slaughtering a human being.” He sighed and shook he head. “I won’t be a party to it.” he started out of the room but stopped when he walked by Daryl. He placed his hand on Daryl’s shoulder and said, “This group is broken.”

That night I sat with everyone else around the camp fire while Shane, Daryl and Rick got the boy out of the shed and brought him to the barn. I never heard a gunshot and when Rick walked over to the camp with Carl in tow I knew he didn’t go through with it. “We’re keeping him in custody, for now.” he informed everyone.

“I’ll go find Dale.” Andrea said as she walked off with a smile.

“Carl, go inside.” Lori told her son. “Now, please.”

Carl shook his head but went into the tent anyway. “He followed us.” Rick said as he rubbed his fingertips across the pad of his thumb. “He wanted to watch.” Lori looked at him, terrified of what was happening to their son. “I couldn’t.”

“That’s okay.” She told him as she placed her hand on his cheek. “That’s okay.” They hugged and the rest of us averted our eyes.

“I’m turning in for the night.” I announced as I stood to leave, but screams hit my ears and everyone launched into panic mode. Lori screamed for Carl to get into the house and stay there.

“T-Dog, get a shotgun now!” Rick yelled and T jumped into action. I grabbed my pistol out of the back of my pants and headed off after Rick and T-Dog. We followed the scream to the field behind the barn, but we couldn’t see where they were coming from. That was until we saw and heard Daryl waving his arms and yelled at us.

When I got close I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Dale on the ground with his stomach torn open. “Oh, my god.” I gasped and covered my mouth getting sick to my stomach as the familiar tightening in my chest hit me full force. Rick and Andrea kneeled down next to the moaning, man as he bled out.

I just watched, frozen as Hershel arrived on the scene and informed everyone that Dale wasn’t going to make it. Everyone was crying, watching as he suffered and Andrea cried for someone to do something. Rick pulled out his gun to put him down, but couldn’t do it. So Daryl took the gun from him. “Sorry, brother.” these words spoken by Daryl were the last Dale heard before Daryl pulled the trigger and Dale stopped breathing for good.

I finally unfroze enough to sink to my knees and succumb to the attack that hung over my head. We were supposed to be safe here. We were supposed to be able to survive here but if walkers were getting in then…” a touch on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see that the touch had come from Daryl. Most everyone else other than Andrea, Glenn and Rick had walked away. Daryl grabbed my hand and helped me up he didn’t try to walk me through my attack. He just held my hand as we walked back to camp and that was enough.

Neither of us spoke until we were in the tent and by then the panic attack had subsided. “I’m sorry you had to do that.” I said running a wet wash rag over my face.

“I didn’t have to do nothing. Just figured Rick don’t have to do all the heavy lifting.” He mumbled.

“Either way.” I sighed then wiped at a spot of dirt on my arm.

“Those panic attacks of yours.” He started and I looked back at him already knowing where he was going with this. “You ever worry-”

“That they’re gonna get me killed?” I finished for him than looked behind me to see him nod. “Sometimes.” I answered then tossed the rag into the corner of the tent then laid back on his sleeping bag that he had unzipped and spread out to make a queen sized palette. “But then I remember that I’ve been dealing with them my whole life, I can deal with them for the rest of it. However long that might be. I won’t let ‘em make me weak.”

“Good.” I looked over at him. “Weak women ain’t my thing.” I just smirked at him as he laid down, tucked one arm behind his head then held his other arm out to me, wordlessly asking me to come to him. So I slid over, pulling my sleeping bag over us as I tucked myself into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. “Hey,” he whispered and I glanced up at him, “This,” he motioned between the two of us, “it ain’t just to get under Rick’s skin is it?”

I sat up so that I could look him in the eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” I answered. “I know I’ve used our friendship to get to him in the past, but this…” I motioned between the two of us then let my hand fall to rest on his chest, “this is more than friendship. I care about you too much to screw things up with stupid games.” he smirked and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss lingered on for a few seconds before we pulled back to look at each other. “I have to admit, I didn’t take you for the cuddly type.”

“You complainin’?” he asked with a grunt making me smirk.

“Never.” I whispered earning a small smirk from him. I smiled back as he cupped my cheek in his hand and caught my lips with his. He pecked my on the lips a few times before trailing kissed to my neck where he lazily nibbled then licked, pulling a quiet moan from me. The sound must a fueled his fire because his pace quickened and his hand slid from my face over my chest and down to grip my hip and pull me on top of him.

I sat up, straddling his hips as I stated unbuttoning his shirt. But he caught my wrists in his hands stopping me. “Don’t.” he told me stiffly making me frown.

“Why not?” I asked moving my hands around in his loose grip to thread my fingers thought his.

“It ain’t pretty.” He answered quietly with a glare.

“I’ve seen you shirtless before, remember?” I asked as I fell forward pinning his hands above his head. “I’ve seen your scars.” I pressed my lips to his and he kissed me stiffly back. “They don’t bother me.” I kissed his neck and he sighed and tilted his head to the side. I nibbled on his ear then whispered, “Okay, your shirt can stay on, but mine’s coming off.” I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, showing off not only my pink and black lace up sports bra but also the long curved horizontal scar on my lower abdomen.

He reached out and gently slid his pointer finger over it then with a grunt he rolled us over and stood on his knees. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, peeled it off and tossed it aside. The first thing my eyes landed on was a scar that was slashed across his collar bone. Without thinking about it I reached up and gently touched the skin beside it. I wanted to ask who did this to him. Who was the heartless bastard that marred his beautiful body? But I knew that if he wanted me to know he would tell me when he was ready. So instead of asking, I placed my palm flat on his shoulder then slid it down to grip his arm and pull him down to me.

As his lips assaulted my neck my un-casted hand felt and massaged everywhere it could reach while my casted hands rested on his side. There was no more discussion, no pauses or hesitations. Just pure pleasure as we explored one other. Even after we made love, when we lay on the sleeping bag trying to catch our breath, no words were spoken. He just pulled me into his side and tugged my sleeping bag over us and we drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning a service was held for Dale. Rick gave a speech. “Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave whenever I’d make a decision I’d look at Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us, the truth, who we really are.” Tears slipped down my cheeks as I listened to Rick. I didn’t feel panicky, just sad. But when Daryl reached over and swiped away my tear I gave him a sad smile and he pulled me into his side.

We stayed like that until Rick was done talking. We were all about to go our separate ways when Hershel spoke up. “Rick, I think it’s time you all moved into the house.” With that we all started packing.

“It’s gonna be tight, 15 people in one house.” I heard Rick say when I dropped my bags and tent into the back of a blue pickup to be brought to the house.

“Don’t worry about that. With the swamp hardening and the creek drying up...” Hershel answered.

“With fifty head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell.” Maggie added.

“She’s right.” Hershel said with a nod. “We should’ve moved you in a while ago.”

From there Rick started barking our instructions and the rest of my day was spent working, moving things inside, boarding up windows, helping Hershel stock the basement with food and water.

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I was standing with Daryl beside the blue truck when T-Dog walked up “You only got so many arrows.” He told Daryl as he handed him a gun.

“Is that Dale’s gun?” Daryl asked as he took it and T hummed out a positive answer. “Wish I knew where the hell mine is.” he grumbled as he tucked the gun into the back of his jeans.

“Ready?” Rick asked as he walked up and Daryl hummed.

“I’ll get the package.” T-Dog announced and walked off.

I walked over to stand in Daryl’s open door. “Come back in one piece, okay?” I asked quietly, ignoring Rick for now.

“Always.” Daryl told me with a nod then leaned over and pecked me quickly on the lips.

I was about to say something to Rick when T-Dog ran up and announced that Randall wasn’t in the shed. All three of us ran off to see what he was talking about. Andrea saw us and alerted the others before she took off after us. Soon the whole group was outside. I just watched and listened as everyone debated on how he got out.

Shane randomly came out of the woods, “Rick, Rick!” he yelled as he stalked over to us. Lori yelled and asked him what happened. “He’s armed! He’s got my gun.” Carol asked him if he was okay. We could all see the blood running down his nose, lips, chin and neck. “I’m fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me and clocked me in the face.”

“Alright, Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Glenn, Daryl, come with us.” Rick ordered.

“T, I’m gonna need that gun.” Shane said as he walked over.

“Just let him go.” Carol pleaded. “That was the plan, wasn’t it, to just let him go?”

“The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun.” Rick answered as Shane took T’s pistol.

“Don’t go out there. Y’all know what can happen.” Carol pleaded as Shane, Rick, Glenn and Daryl took off in the direction Shane came from.

“Get everybody back in the house. Lock all the doors and stay put!” Rick called out still walking away.

I didn’t want to go to the house, but T put his hand on the small of my back and urged me to follow the others, so I did. While stuck inside we all busied ourselves with random work. Maggie and Hershel made his bed on the couch in the living room while others made themselves palettes to sleep on for the night. I was one of the others, making Daryl and me a palette in the corner of the dining room.

After we ran out of busy work we all sat around the living room waiting for the men to get back. “I’m going after them.” Andrea said as she stood from the couch where she had been sitting with Beth.

“That’s not a good idea. They could be anywhere and you could get cornered by Randall.” I spoke up earning a glare from her.

Before she could say anything Daryl and Glenn walked in. “Rick and Shane ain’t back?” Daryl asked looking around.

“No.” Lori answered before I could.

“We heard a shot.” Daryl said with a look over at me before he turned back to Lori.

“Maybe they found Randall.” Lori added.

“We found him.” Daryl said and I sighed in relief.

“Is he back in the shed?” Maggie asked.

“He’s a walker.” Daryl answered.

“Did you find the walker that bit him?” Hershel asked.

“No, weird thing is he wasn’t bit.” Glenn answered making my brows draw together in thought.

“His neck was broke.” Daryl added.

“So he fought back.” Patricia assumed.

“The thing is Shane and Randall’s tracks were right on top of each other. And Shane ain’t no tracker, so he didn’t come up behind him. They were together.” Daryl explained.

“Would you please get back out there and find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?” Lori pleaded walking over to stand across from Daryl.

“You got it.” he told her with a nod then looked at me. “I’ll be back.” I wasn’t going to let him go without saying something to him so I followed him out on the porch. That’s when we saw the massive herd of walkers headed for the house. The others followed and saw as well. “Patricia, kill the lights.” Hershel instructed.

“I’ll get the guns.” Andrea said and the two women took off.

“Maybe they’re just passing, like the herd on the highway. Should we just go inside?” Glenn asked pacing a little.

“Not unless there’s a tunnel downstairs I don’t know about. A herd that size would rip the house down.” Daryl answered.

I was about to ask what we should do when Lori came out of the house, “Carl’s gone. He…he was upstairs. I can’t find him anymore.” She said in a rush.

“Maybe he’s hiding.” Glenn suggested.

“He’s supposed to be upstairs. I’m not leaving without my boy.” Lori pleaded.

Carol reassured her that they look again and they ran off into the house to look. I stayed behind on the porch. Maggie brought out the bag of guns and started passing them out. “They got the numbers, it’s no use.” Daryl said taking the gun she handed him and I took the one she handed me.

“You can go if you want.” Hershel stated, loading his gun.

“You gonna take ‘em all on?” Daryl asked.

“We have guns, we have cars.” He said then cocked his gun.

“Kill as many as we can, and we’ll use the cars to lead the rest of them off of the farm.” Andrea spoke up.

“Are you serious?” “Seriously?” Daryl and I asked at the same time.

“This is my farm. I’ll die here.” Hershel answered.

“Alright, it’s as good a night as any.” Daryl said as he hopped over the railing and off of the porch.

“Son of a bitch.” I cursed as I hopped off of the porch and ran after Daryl.

“No, stay here, guard the others.” Daryl asked more than demanded and I nodded and ran back up on the porch and watched him drive off. As walkers started getting close to the house I moved to stand with Hershel on the front lawn taking them down. “Hershel, Joanna, it’s time to go!” Lori yelled at us but we kept shooting. “Hershel! Joanna!”Lori yelled again and I finally gave up and ran in the direction everyone else was running.

I had almost caught up with them when I saw a walker grab Patricia and latch onto her neck. I took down the walker then Patricia. Beth was screaming the whole time. Lori and I managed to get her off of Patricia and away from the gaining walkers just as Andrea and T-Dog pulled up in the blue pickup. Andrea got out and Lori asked her and me to get Carol who was cornered by two walkers. Andrea shot one and I shot another. “Look out!” Carol screamed and when Andrea and I turned we both had walkers right behind us. Andrea shot hers causing it to fall on her, I wasn’t as fast of a shot and didn’t shoot mine until it had already tackled it me to the ground. When I shoved the walker off of me and got up Andrea and I both saw that the blue tuck was driving away. Leaving the two of us behind. “Son of a bitch.” I cursed with a look at Andrea.

“Make a run for it.” she panted and took off running so I took off after her, knowing it was our only chance. When we saw Hershel, Rick and Carl drive off we ran after them screaming, but they couldn’t hear and we got cut off by walkers, so we headed for the woods. We ran as long and as far as we could, until sun up then most of the rest of the day. Adrenaline got us pretty far, but at night fall we both collapsed. Walkers attacked us and we were both struggling to hold them off when all of a sudden the walker’s heads were chopped off. We looked up to see a woman wearing a hood, towing two armless, jawless walkers on chains behind her. Not caring whether she was going to help me or hurt me I sighed and let my head fall onto the bed of leaves and grass.

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~~~~A Girl and A God~~~~ Chapter 28- Guilt

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A Girl and A God is a RATED M Loki Fanfic with an original character, Alexa, who is taken in by Tony Stark after the revelation of abilities of her own. There’s sex, romance, heartbreak, action, fluff, angst, all that good stuff. Full description in blog, and a jump-to-chapter list if you just want the smut or the cuteness bits. Enjoy <3

Chapter Summary: Alexa and Loki wait for the result of a meeting determining Loki’s fate, and try to make amends with a close friend...

Contains: fluff, plot stuff

Word Count: 1,510

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For the rest of the day, Alexa stayed by Loki’s side. She didn’t go to any group meals, partially out of embarrassment but mostly out of spite. Some ramen late that evening sounded good, so she prepared that for their dinner. She felt Loki’s arms curling around her stomach from behind as she twirled the wooden spoon around the steaming pot.

“Loki, go back to bed. You need to rest.”

She swore she could feel him rolling his eyes. “Honestly Petal. You act as if I’ve lost an organ. I’m a god, I don’t need to be bedridden from a mild beating.”

Mild. Oh god…what had he been through before? The thoughts of what he endured that afternoon being considered “mild” made her queasy, so she pushed them away.

“At least sit on the couch then.” Alexa persisted. He’d already removed the ice packs and band-aids, but she needed to feel like she was helping him somehow- as if somehow she was still in control of this situation.

Which she was not. Neither of them were. They were at the mercy of the decision of a group of others... others who hated him and probably didn’t much like her either at this point.

Alexa hated waiting. She just wanted to know. What would happen to them? To Loki? They were probably discussing it now at dinner, with Clint yelling, Tony being the ass he naturally is, and all the others throwing in their opinions. 

These thoughts suddenly gave her the feeling of powerlessness, like she wanted to plead her case. As if they were deciding her fate at this moment, and she was here, stirring ramen. 

However, Tony had already heard her. He had all he would need to defend their case...but would he even want to? She was lost in thought when she heard Loki messing with her phone, and then some music came on.

“You know Petal,” he said from the couch he lied on with his feet crossed on the armrest. “You have a beautiful voice.”

She paused. “How would you know?”

“I heard you in the shower the day you left.”

She froze up a bit. God… what was she listening to that day? Hopefully, it wasn’t something stupid. She imagined him laughing at her rapping along to Nicki Minaj or something, and cringed. 

“Oh. Thanks” she said quietly. Loki paused as if waiting to hear her say something more, but she didn’t.

There was a knock at the door. Loki sat up quickly, then calmed, as if realizing there was no need to hide. Alexa hurried to the door.

Tony. He looked at her, then eyed Loki sitting on the couch, who was watching Stark’s every movement.

“I need to talk to you.” He said, looking to Alexa. Stark looked back at Loki and slowly walked back into the hall, motioning for her to follow. Alexa turned back and looked at Loki, who gave her a subtle smile. That smile was full of emotion, she sensed it in him too. It seemed to say you can do this while simultaneously saying this is going to be goodbye isn’t it...

Alexa shut the door and turned to Tony.

“Ok look. This wasn’t easy and obviously, everyone has very strong differing opinions about this whole ordeal. We can’t just let him free to roam the world after what he did. But if you are seeing his feelings or whatever the hell in him, and he’s telling the truth…” Tony let out a sigh as he rubbed his brow. “And keeping you away from him is obviously a lost cause causing more harm than good, we have decided to let him at least roam the floors where we live freely. We will give him a room, but he is obviously still a prisoner. If he can keep up his behavior, he can stay that way. If not, he’ll be back in a cell. You’ve got that?”

Alexa was completely thrilled but tried to hold back her enthusiasm. “Okay. So he’s allowed to just roam around the floors where we live?”

“Yes. But people are still really cautious about letting him… be with you. He is, in fact, a god of mischief and lying, maybe he could manipulate the way you read him with your power. People aren’t going to like it if they see him sneaking into your room for the night. A lot of them, including me, think his manipulation could extend into your abilities.”

She didn’t think that was possible but also hasn’t considered it. Loki wasn’t lying, she knew that… right?

“He will wear a tracker. It won’t monitor his voice anymore, or shock him unless he tries to leave his boundaries.”

He had just admitted his lies to her, and it wasn’t an accident. He had told her the bracelet wasn’t just a tracker. It was obvious she already knew at this point if she’d been hiding Loki this long. Alexa was in no place to piss off Tony though. If a glare could kill, Stark would be dead.

After she was sure he could feel her hatred seething through her skin, she looked down again.

“Okay.” She spoke low and her voice was sharp.

Tony nodded. “Let him know what’s going on and then send him out. I’ll show him to his room.”

Alexa glared at him. Last time he was alone with Loki he had shocked him unconscious. He noticed her skepticism, and he sighed. “Fine. Steve will do it.”

Alexa stopped him. “No, Get Thor.”

Tony tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Why... why would you want Thor right now?”

“I need to talk to him anyway,” she replied

Tony sighed and left to get him. 

She hurried back into the room, shut the door, and looked to see Loki watching her enter, his eyes full of worry. 

“We did it! You’re free to wander the tower Loki! We don’t have to hide anymore!” She was so overjoyed that her voice broke slightly and her tears began to form in her eyes. 

Loki’s eyes widened, and for a moment his mouth hung slightly agape. “Really?”

“Yes...” she said as she walked over to him as he stood and took her into his arms. For a moment, they stayed that way, both of them overwhelmed with joy, their fingers entangled in each other's hair.  Then, Alexa explained the conditions of his freedom, and how some members of the team were still afraid she was being manipulated. That her soul sight had apparently gotten them enough votes. 

She sighed. “It will still be hard with half of them hating you though, and thinking I’m being tricked. It’s like they still think there is no way you’d take interest in a mortal without alternative motives.”

That’s when she first saw it. Her soul sight was still fairly weak, but she sensed something in him. A discomfort. Something almost nervous, no… guilty? 

She was about to question it when Thor knocked loudly on the door.

Loki stood and opened it. There was a moment of silence between them. Thor seemed unsure of his brother, as if he wanted to believe his innocence, and in his ability to fall in love… but he just couldn’t trust him. The two just looked at each other for a moment, then Thor went forward and embraced his brother. Loki just stood, accepting his affection but not returning it. Alexa saw those emotions in Thor, how he felt guilty for what he’d done, but still immense distrust. It was a confusing combo. Thor then let go, nodded to Alexa somberly. I am sorry Alexa. I did not know your side of this story, and I only was enraged at the thought of my brother...” He faded out his voice, awkwardly glancing at Loki. 

Loki himself was quiet. “Brother you know I wouldn't-”

“I didn’t know what to think.” Thor interrupted.

Alexa had flashbacks of the scene she’d witnessed that day with Thor’s fists beating bruises into the only man she’d ever loved. But she knew that anger wasn’t the answer. While the pain of the event was still present in her mind, the rage was not. These people had heard her reasoning and her voice through Tony and were giving her a chance at the life she hoped for. 

“It's ok Thor. I forgive you. It seems that everyone is honestly just trying to protect me, but not ever asking if I need protection. Please, before beating someone senseless, do ask next time if I am okay.” She said gently. 

Thor nodded his head once and placed one arm and a fist across his chest. “You have my word.” his deep voice assured her. With that, Thor walked into the hall with Loki following him.

Loki looked back at her, and she felt that feeling again… the nervous guilt. What was it for? She instantly had lost a bit of trust for him herself… was she being manipulated? Why had he felt that way right after what she’d said…

[writebythenight]

The Silence

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Summary: Rose(OC) is assigned the job of talking to Negan in his Cell.

Chapter Fourteen

The death of Rick Grimes was felt differently by everyone.

To some it was the loss of a leader.

Some it was the loss of the man who saved them from the regime of the saviors.

To others it was the loss of a dear friend.

And to a small group it was the loss of a family member.

To Rose it was the loss of somebody who had taken her into their group and finally after so many years made her feel as safe as she could in the new world. She felt guilty for what she had been doing just before she found everybody but at the same time couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it had felt.

It was a very harsh landing when she found everybody near the bridge, that damn bridge.  Michonne inconsolable, Maggie heartbroken, everybody was and Daryl... well he was just gone.

She had gone to try and find him before heading back to Alexandria but he was nowhere to be found. She understood what he was thinking, that he couldn't loose anybody else. When Daryl was upset he had no idea how to handle that and would become like a porcupine, expelling those sharp quills to protect himself. Her heart broke for him when she thought about the fact that every time he got close to somebody he lost them, that was just a way of life now but it was so much worse for someone like Daryl. Someone who found it so hard to connect in the first place. Maggie had told Rose about Beth. Maggie. He himself had told me about his brother. The worst thing he could do was push everyone further away.

It was just turning dark when she got back to Alexandria, the town itself seeming to be in morning. Rose found herself at Carl's grave. She just stood there staring at the stones. She had always had a soft spot for Carl, how could anybody not? He was such an empathetic, smart kid. She had told him he would have made a good psychologist to which he replied there wasn't much need for one of those anymore. How right he was.

"I wish I could have seen the reunion, dude." A sad smile graced her face as she wiped away the tears and let her feet decide where she was going, knowing exactly where she would end up.

"Oh thank god you're okay!" He sighed as she walked in. "Dunno what the fucks goin' on round here but I think everyones got some major fuckin' PMT or somethin'..."

"Rick's dead..." She interrupted him, struggling to get the words past the aching in her chest. The sneer on Negan's face wasn't what she was expecting.

"How..." He growled.

"The was a herd... they were coming this way..." She repeated what Tara had told her through tears. "He blew up the bridge... that god damn bridge!" It was so strange to her to be crying for the man who had been keeping the man in front of her, who she cared about so much captive. She was exhausted from the events of the day.

"Son of a bitch!" He roared. She saw it straight away.

"No!" She roared back. "You do no get to do that!"

"Do what?" He just sounded aggravated this time, knowing she was about to hand him his ass.

"You don't think I know what this is?!" Her voice stayed furious, her words ripping her throat on the way out. "You're pissed cos Rick got what you wanted! You're pissed because he always seems to get one over on you doesn't he! You wanted to die, he does what you can't do the same day!"

"Maybe I am!" He screamed.

"WELL YOU DON'T FUCKING GET TO BE!" This time as she screamed at him she pushed against the bars making them clatter. "He's left behind a fucking daughter, Negan! She's four years old you SELFISH FUCK."

Negan was shocked and turned on all at once. All he wanted to do was grab her, push her against a wall and show her who was boss. There was nothing quite like dominating such a strong woman, knowing that they were letting you. He knew he was a dick, he owned it thats what had made him NEGAN. He was the kind of guy who would be in a full blown argument about a man who had just killed himself, for the greater good with a woman he cared about more than anybody, stood in front of him so upset and his mind go to fucking her against the wall. His hand around her throat, her teeth scraping his shoulder...

"He sacrificed himself so that everybody at Alexandria would stay safe..."

"Not me." Negan interrupted like a moody teenager.

"I preferred you suicidal." Rose sighed, while Negan let out a small laugh.

"Just be thankful that you're at least alive would you?" She told him. "That's all I'm asking. Just for tonight at least."

"Kiss me." Negan demanded making his way right up to the bars. "You are the only reason I'd be glad I'm alive." He reached through the bars and pulled her right up to them, winching as her body collided with them.

"You're an asshole."

"I know it, baby." Negan whispered before their lips met in a very awkward kiss through the bars, the bars made it a slow kiss but they made it work and when Rose pulled away they were both dazed.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Rose just nodded. "I'm sorry about your friend."

"Thank you." She said quietly, feeling the same shame reappear at who was giving her condolences.

"Hey... He'll be with Carl now." Even his voice sounded slightly affected by that thought, she knew he had always had a soft spot for Carl too.

"I thought the same." But she couldn't stop feeling so bad for Michonne and Judith.

"You're going to need to prepare yourself ya know, darlin'."

"What for?" Rose asked confused.

"You don't think they're gonna keep me alive now do you?" He told her gently, the way a parent would to a child.

Rose hadn't thought about that but he was right, Rick was the only one who was really keeping him alive. She would have to hope that Michonne would respect that and want to carry on Rick's legacy, his plans for Alexandria, including Negan.

"I'll talk to her." Rose's heart rate had picked up. "When the time's right of course."

"It won't make a difference, beautiful. It's okay."

"No it's not!" She still had some naive idea that they would let him go at some point.

She just had to keep him alive until then.

"Go and get some sleep." Negan told her, to which she just nodded clearly lost in her thoughts but she still reached through the bars to pull him close enough to kiss quickly.

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There was no sleep to be had for Rose that night. Everything was racing through her mind no matter what mental exercises she tried.

Negan.

Rick.

The kisses.

Negan's Pleading.

Rick.

Maggie.

Negan being killed.

The kisses.

Negan's pleading.

Negan.

Maggie.

Rick.

Loosing Negan.

As soon as there was some light her cover was thrown back with a growl, she must have had about an hour collectively all night.

Aimlessly walking around Alexandria with her half her hair scruffily pulled up on top of her head in an old scrunchie she spotted Scott. The keys to Negan's cell in one hand and what she suspected was his breakfast in a bowl in the other.

"Won't be doing this for much longer, huh!" Scott said cheerfully. She just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, she had always liked him right up until this point.

"You don't think so?" She decided to act uninterested.

"Nahh. I think Michonne will do a vote now. You know what that result will be."

"Yeah... maybe." She shrugged nonchalantly even thought she was internally screaming. "You don't think Michonne will want to carry on Rick's way?"

"There's a small chance I guess. But I think she only did it for Rick, you know?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"Well, have a nice day Rose!" He smiled broadly before walking away.

Rose must have stayed stood there for a good few minutes. Negan had been right. The only thing that would keep him alive now was Michonne not wanting to go against Rick's wishes but Rose didn't like those odds, especially when factoring everybody else in.

When she entered his cell he was laid on his cot.

"Negan." Rose took a deep breath as he sat up not being able to believe what she was about to say.

She had stared at the front gate

She had figured out how she would have to "borrow" one of their cars with hardly any fuel in.

She had figured out when it would be best.

What would be needed...

Everything...

She had already decided.

"Yes, angel?"

"I'm going to get you out."

She had access to everything she needed to get him out because they trusted her.

That was a slap across the face but still not enough to deter her from the plan.

Nothing would be.

Chapter Fifteen