#i'd like 2 be out n about n just goin all over the place at this hour but my body is too tired

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[lousypotatoes]

But They're Always Tryin' To Waste Me

Pt. 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Song Recommendation:

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

"So what'd ya think?"

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck was that!?"

"You call that a commercial? Seriously what in the actual fuck is wrong with you!?"

Y/N and Vaggie glared at Alastor in anger.

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting on the couch, while Y/N was standing to the side, the three of them just finished watching Alastor's terrible commercial.

"Uh yeah, one note..." Charlie said awkwardly. "Alastor I mean - First off, thank you so much for making this, seriously amazing, but um maybe the tone is a bit...off?"

"A bit? He made the hotel look like a complete joke!" Y/N said.

"We want people to want to come here," Charlie explained. "This makes it look ummm..."

"Bad," Vaggie bluntly said. "The word you're looking for is bad.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Funny, I was going for hilarious!" Alastor said.

"It explained nothing about how we're trying to save these sinners," Y/N spat. "Which is the whole fucking point, by the way."

"Y/N is right, Alastor." Charlie reasoned. "The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them."

"Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show!" Alastor said. "The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement, so I had a little fun with it."

"Oh fun. You had a little fun with it?" Vaggie snarled. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel!"

"Instead, you're mocking us," Y/N added, her arms crossed. "No one's gonna come to a place where a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a fucking joke!"

Suddenly, Angel raised his gloved hand.

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

"If'n ya filmin' a commercial," Angel Dust said. "Can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?"

"Angel, you're a porn star." Vaggie said.

"A famous porn star!" Angel corrected. "I'll have the horniest sinners knockin' down these walls to get in!"

"For the last time, we are not filming you sucking another's guy dick as a commercial!" Isabell said tiredly, getting up and walking over to the bar, needing a drink.

"Why not? Sex sells, don't it?" Angel asked. "I swear if you film goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel."

"Haha! Never going to happen!" Alastor laughed.

"What'll it be?" Husk asked, wiping down the counter.

"Literally anything that makes me forget about Alastor." Y/N groaned.

"Now you know how I feel," Husk grumbled, pouring Isabell a glass of scotch.

"Mmm, that's good," Y/N hummed in delight, finishing the whole thing. "Pour me some more, please."

"Alright," Husk said, pouring more into the glass.

"Hey, I have a question." Angel said suddenly. "If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?"

"Oh, trust me, I can!" Alastor said ominously.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk said. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?"

"I like being forced." Niffty said suddenly, making Y/N almost spit out her drink.

"Keep that to yourself, Niff." Husk said.

"What, you don't love being here with me, Whiskers?" Angel asked.

"Call me "Whiskers" again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat! Husk exclaimed.

"Kinky," Angel said suggestively. "C'mon keep talkin' dirty."

"Angel, please let Husk do his fucking job," Y/N sighed. "And no, we can't force sinners to stay here, they have to choose to."

"I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid," Angel said. "We're in Hell, Toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?"

"Well, maybe it doesn't have to be." Vaggie said. "Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible."

"And if you think it's stupid, why don't you just leave then?" Y/N asked.

"'Cause I need a place to crash and crack's expensive." Angel answered.

"Of course you would say something like that." Y/N scoffed.

"Vaggie! Y/N! Holy shit!" Charlie exclaimed suddenly.

"Ahh! What?" Y/N and Vaggie said at the same time.

"Get over here!" Charlie said, gesturing for them to follow her.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked as her and Vaggie followed Charlie.

"My dad just called. He said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead." Charlie said, very fast.

"But-But the extermination just happened," Vaggie said. "What could they want this soon after--

~cue music~

Charlie: I can do this, somehow, I know it. I'll get Heaven behind my plan.

Vaggie: Charlie wait!

Charlie: There's just no way, I could blow it. Not this once in a lifetime chance.

Vaggie: It's just a meeting.

Charlie: To change their minds, and touch their hearts. Or whatever angels have.

Vaggie: This could be bad

Charlie: Cheer up, Vaggie, this could be swell. Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!

Y/N: Okay, hun, just don't sing to them.

Angel: That bitch is halfway down the street.

Y/N: Is she-?

Angel: Oh, she's dancin'.

Vaggie and Y/N: Ugh, no!

~end music~

"Oh, I really hope the meeting goes well," Y/N said.

"Yeah, me too," Vaggie mumbled.

"Is everything okay, Vaggie?" Y/N worried.

"Yeah, I'm just worried the angels won't listen to her,"

"I'm sure they will," Y/N smiled.

Sprawling herself onto the couch, Y/N thought of the best idea.

"Oh my God, Vaggie!" she said, sitting bolt upright. "I just had the best idea ever!"

Alastor, Husk, Angel, and Niffty were all sitting on the couch in front of Y/N, Vaggie standing beside her.

"Okay, so Charlie is dealing with something super important right now," Y/N paced. "So, while she's gone, we are going to make a new commercial. One that represents her vision and our goal here."

Angel lazily raised his hand, a smirk on his face.

"Angel, if you say anything about us making a porno for the commercial, I will cut you."

Angel put his hand back down, a small frown on his face.

"Any questions?" Y/N asked.

Nobody said a word.

"Great, now we need a camera, Alastor?"

Alastor snapped his fingers and an old-timey camera from the nineteen thirties appeared in Y/N's hands.

"I meant a video camera," Y/N grumbled.

Alastor hummed in disapproval, but snapped is fingers again, this time a modern video camera appeared in Y/N's hands.

"All right, let's go!"

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Vaggie filmed a scene with Husk and Angel.

"And...action!" Vaggie whispered.

"'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, can I help you with anything?'" Husk read, the script right in front of his face.

"'I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place...'" Angel said, climbing up onto the bar. "'On the path to redemption."

'"Well you come-'"

'"Oh yes!'"

'"...To the right place.'"

"Cut!" Vaggie called out.

"Okay, Angel you need to be less horny, if that's even possible," Y/N criticized.

"And Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face?" Vaggie asked.

"I ain't no act, I can't memorize this shit!" Husk angrily.

"Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes. Rawrr." Angel purred.

Husk then pushed off Angel off the bar, landing with a big thud.

"Whoops," Husk said.

"Husk, come on!" Vaggie said.

"Okay, we'll just come back to this scene," Y/N dryly said. "Husk, Angel, uh, just work on it a little more."

"I'm not makin' and promises," Husk said.

"At least try to work on it," Y/N frowned. "Please?"

Husk looked at Y/N not liking the frown on her face.

"Fuck, fine," Husk grumbled.

"Thanks," Y/N smiled.

"Niffty you're up!"

Niffty sat on the floor, trying to stab some cockroaches with a long, sharp needle.

"Alright Niffty," Vaggie said, trying to get Niffty's attention. "Niffty? Niffty!"

Niffty finally started to listen.

"Your line is, 'We have the cleanest rooms.'" Vaggie said gently. "Okay?"

"Got it! I'm ready!" Niffty exclaimed.

Vaggie started to record, Y/N watching the scene from behind her.

"Action," Vaggie said.

Niffty's face went black, her one eyeball staring into the camera.

Y/N, Vaggie, and Angel stared at her with confusion and a little bit of fear.

"Uhhh..cut,"

Niffty giggled. "How was that?"

"Niffty, sweetie, you have to actually say the line," Y/N explained. "Let's try this again."

"Okay!"

"Action,"

Niffty's face went blank again, making Y/N pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"You're doing great, Vagina," Angel whispered.

"Cut!" Vaggie snarled.

"Okay, um," Y/N mumbled. "Maybe we can fix it in post."

"Do you even know what that means?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I know what it means!" Y/N snapped.

"Uh-huh," Angel said.

Before Y/N and Vaggie looked at the tape, Y/N decided that she needed another drink.

It was her fifth drink that day.

"Y'know, you should really slow down," Husk said, pouring her some whiskey.

"Slow down on what exactly?" Y/N snarked.

"This whole thing your doin'," Husk grumbled. "Tryin' to please everyone. You're just gonna exhaust yourself."

"It's kinda my job to make sure everyone here is happy," Y/N sipped on her drink. "Besides, it's for Charlie, so I don't care what happens to me in the process."

"You should," Husk said. "That kind of shit is important."

"Maybe to other people, but not to me," Y/N mumbled. "I stopped caring about what happens to me a long time ago."

"Hm, been there," Husk murmured.

It was silent for a moment, Husk looking down and Y/N drinking her whiskey.

"I should probably get back to Vaggie," Y/N got up. "Thanks for the drink, and the advice."

"Uh-huh, anytime," Husk said, pouring himself a drink.

Y/N smiled to herself and walked off.

Y/N and Vaggie sat in the living room, watching the footage they recorded on the TV.

"This was the worst idea I've ever had," Y/N cringed.

Vaggie groaned in agreement.

"Seems like you two are having a bit of trouble there, hm?" said a voice suddenly.

"Ugh, este pendejo...why are you even here?" Vaggie said.

"For the entertainment," Alastor said, sitting down next to Y/N, making her scoot away. "I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly. Like you two are doing now!"

"Good job!"

Y/N picked up the camera and began recording. "Here's Alastor, a pompous piece of shit who-"

The video camera started to glitch and spark, making Y/N gasp and drop it.

"I wouldn't try that my dear," Alastor said sinisterly. "This face was made for radio!"

Y/N scoffed, not at all phased by him.

"That's it! I don't give a fuck who you are. If you're staying here, you're going to help. Because it won't be so 'entertaining' to watch over an empty hotel will it, asshole?"

"Fair enough," Alastor said. "I'll tell you what! Let's make a deal."

Vaggie laughed sarcastically. "Do you think we're that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you?"

"Not for your souls, just a simple deal," Alastor replied. "I do this for you two, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again!"

Y/N contemplated her what she would say.

"Or...Charlie can come back to absolutely nothing!" Alastor said smugly. "The choice is entirely up to you two."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. Vaggie?"

Vaggie nodded her head in agreeement.

Alastor took the video camera, making is disappear in a swirl of green smoke.

"Now then," he said, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, movie cameras and lights appeared, shadow demons were behind the cameras. Everybody's outfit changed into something more like Alastor's taste, which was obviously from the 1930's.

Y/N stared at her outfit in delight, quite liking how it looked on her.

"Alright everyone!" Y/N exclaimed. "Let's make a fucking commercial!"

Vaggie and Y/N waited by the front door, while everybody else was sitting in front od the TV.

Finally, they heard the door open.

"Charlie!" Vaggie said, running up to her and hugging her.

Y/N automatically knew something was wrong when she saw the look on Charlie's face.

"How did it go?" Y/N asked. "Did they listen?"

"Oh, uhhh," Charlie listened. "They sure did...hear it! But, um..."

"Oh! Come here," Vaggie interrupted, grabbing Charlie's arm. "We have something exciting to show you."

Y/N followed behind as Vaggie pulled Charlie over to the couch.

"Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air," Vaggie said, as Y/N stood next to Niffty.

"I pulled a few limbs too!" Alastor laughed.

"Wait, the commercial?" Charlie asked. "You all made a new one?"

"It was Y/N's idea," Vaggie said.

Charlie looked over at Y/N with the brightest expression on her face.

"Oh, don't give me all the credit," Y/N blushed.

"It was one of my better performances, if I do say so myself," Angel said.

"That's...that's amazing!" Charlie said, tears in her eyes.

"Shh, it's starting!" Angel said.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hot-" Y/N said on the TV before it got interrupted by a news broadcast.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N angrily shouted.

Everyone else besides Husk and Alastor had the same reaction as her.

Besides Niffty, of course, she was laughing happily and clapping.

"Breaking news in Hell today!" Katie Killjoy said. "We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is sooner than ever before."

Y/N's eyes widened in fear and disbelief.

"Do you know what that means, Tom?" Katie asked.

"No. What does it mean Katie?" Tom Trench replied.

"It means we're all royally fucked!" Katie said, climbing up onto the news table, her neck bending in a scary way.

The next show on the TV showed the extermination countdown going from three hundred fifty eight days down to one hundred seventy six days.

"Wait...what? Why!?" Angel asked in disbelief.

"This has to be some sort of sick joke," Y/N muttered in fear. "It has to be."

Everyone in the room (beside Niffty) all had a panicked look on their face.

They were all thinkin the same thing.

"We are literally going to die,"

IM SORRY THAT IS TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

MY AMAZON PRIME LOGGED ME OUT AND IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH MOVING IN AND PACKING

thank you for everyone who stayed patient :)

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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[wait----------what]

OoooOoookkkkkaaaaayyyyy this one's a doozey

before all the icky wilson stuff how about some Easter eggs n achievements?

- I have managed to make the moon angry at me. . . I have no idea how but I did upon further research which is totally not just googeling 'why is the moon angry at me batdr' n finding out that the random shit i was bashin just to see if I could was important to the moon n bou did it get angry when that last pot shattered

- found all those damn books which are way too difficult to find btw like who the fuck is goin up to the book shelves n searchin them all, not exactly easy given the stupid things don't even light up when hovered over oh and then THEN someone had the bright idea to put them in barells! which I only found could be smashed by accident when those skittery mother fuckers jumped me one my way back up, which is apparantly a way to back track from the widows den

- and when I did, I just thought I'd get a neat lil 'achievement unlocked' since I stopped the video id been using to find the bloody things cause I'd got all of them, I didnt know sitting on the chair did something!

granted in hine sight it was super sus that there was just one randomly intractable chair sittin in the middle of nowhere besides sicadelia

and yeesh the floppin about uselessly got real unnerving when I couldn't figure out how to exit, thought I'd have to start from scratch there for a sec

oh yeah. . .

-THERES COLOUR?! Wtf was wicked wille doin that he managed to bring any other colour to the place? and did they have to be so bright? it was a gods damn jump scare when I found it cause my brightness was up so high

- Audrey, honey, I know you were an artificial child made from ink but please, come closer I have a very simple frame for you

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STRANGER DANGER

the dude looks like he'd be in a play park with an empty leash askin lik kids to help him find his doggy

he looks like he'd have a bag fulla sweets n hand em out n get kids in a white van for more

he looks like he's had to be very careful of where he lives in case its in a 500 meter radius of a school

WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO TRUST HIM???

- on the up side, anyone for wilson chunkc stew? made with real essence of creep! ( damn did they really live up to that rating with the wee chunks of wicked willie on the floor after the lil confrontation before the fight

- speakin of the fight, I have started it, truly I have! I'm just sayin fuckit n passin it off as future me's problem for the time being

(Idk where to put this but aparantly there's more to the old studio area than at first glance cause apparantly there's 3 collectibles, 2 of which I'd completely missed meanin I'm gonna have to restart in order to find em which ain't gonna be easy considering I'm thinking of lettin Slicer out to wreak havoc)

OK this is stupid late for me rn

but I was playin batdr earlier (first time getting further in that ch1) n was wanderin about seein all the cool details n shit. . .

was no one gonna tell me they all wear santa hats on christmas???

like its super fuckin hard to concentrate on the 'oooh spooky horror game' thing when the santa hat dosent fit on the ink demon properly so it has to wear it over one horn

I mean the hymn playin in the background in ch1 - either silent night or somethin like that- is super fuckin creepy I'll give it that, especially seein as I couldn't quite place where I'd heard it before (idk if it goes on any longer than that im just after meeting porter)

side note, Porter is such a sweet precious boy I've only known him for 2 min and I will die for him

[opie-nixx]

Rescue Mission (CHAP. 4)

Hey! This chapter ain't to much of what I was aiming but I thought it was still cute. So you're getting 2 uploaded and I hope u guys like it. I haven't written in years and Arthur has been making me want to write a story more and more. So please enjoy or don't. i don't really care but have a nice day!

Arthur was a bit hesitant when it came to entering the Great Plains. Binoculars in hand as he scopes out the cliff area where there was law and bounty hunters. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. Experiencing it all first hand was more than a person could ever ask for in life. The sun setting brought out more of an urgency to the mission. Nobody likes getting shot at, at night when you can barely see.

Arthur: "This is stupid."

Y/n: "So is robbing a ferry making you even more of a target." I say sarcastically.

Arthur: "How'd you even know about that?" He asks putting his binoculars back in his satchel turning his gaze to me.

Y/n: "Who doesn't?" I say looking back at him.

Arthur: "For the record, I wasn't apart of that job."

Y/n: "Mmm." I give my horse a small kick to signal it to take off. Arthur right behind me.

Arthur: "Where you goin? There's still bounty hunter's on that ledge?"

Y/n: "You're wanted, not me." I say with a small chuckle.

Arthur: "You're awful."

Y/n: "The worst. Stay close, it'll be easier if they think we're together." Arthur quickly brings his horse to a trot to match my speed and places his hat on my head. My face heats up from his actions. He glances up and notices the bounty hunters have left.

Arthur: "You weren't kiddin." He says with a bit of laughter. I adjust his hat on my head as he picks up to a light trot leading the way to Charles and Javier.

Arthur: "You haven't said much most of this ride? Somethin on your mind?"

Y/n: "Yeah, how pretty you are." Arthur choked on air as my laughter filled the air.

Y/n: "No, I've just been taking everything in. I didn't realize you liked to hear me talk so much in the couple days we've know each other Mr. Morgan."

Arthur: "It's not that I just wanted to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable is all, and your less annoying then most of the gang members."

Y/n: "I'm flattered. Ya know you keep talkin to me like that, you might never get rid of me." I flash him a wink and a smile and pull back on the reins as we reach our destination. Arthur hops down his horse and comes over to mine with me still in it. I can't help but to keep taking in how breathtaking the plains look as if they are on fire in the reflection to the setting sun. Arthur glances as to where I'm lost in. He holds his hand out catching my attention.

Y/n: "I can get off the horse on my own, Arthur." I say a smirk present on my face as I slide down. He retracts his hand and begins to make his way over to where Charles and Javier were scouting. I match his pace with mine and place his hat back on his.

Y/n: Don't want people to make assumptions now, do we cowboy?"

'I so wouldn't mind if people talked about us.' A smile present on my face as I crawl next to Charles and Arthur between him and Javier. I eanr a look from both Charles and Javier.

Javier: "Are you sure your up for this kind of job?"

Y/n: "We shall definatley find out." I say calmly as I swipe the binoculars from Charles.

Arthur: "Where is that little Irish bastard?"

Charles: "I don't know, Trelawny's off to find out.

Arthur Morgan: Has anyone been into Blackwater to see how things lie?

Javier Escuella: Place is crawling with Pinkertons... bounty hunters... pictures of Dutch and Hosea.

Arthur: "We got a lot of money sitting in that town."

Javier: "And that's where it's gonna remain, for now."

Arthur: (stares through binoculars) "Why haven't they hanged Sean, I wonder?"

Charles: "I think he's bait... or they want to trial him publicly." I nudge Charles and point to a boat being loaded with a person and a mask over his head.

Y/n: "I think that's him being put on the boat." I hand Charles back the binoculars but not before he takes a glance at me. Trelawny comes up next to me.

Trelawny: "Gentlemen. Sean is being moved up the Upper Montana... then to a federal prison out west."

Arthur: "Well, we can't be rescuing people from some federal prison. We either rescue him now or... cut him loose."

Charles and I both snap our heads to him.

Charles: "We're not cutting anyone loose."

Arthur: "Of course not."

Trelawny: "Ike Skelding's boys are moving him to a camp nearby... before handing him over to the government."

Arthur: "So, I guess... we need to stop them before they get to camp. Charles, why don't you head up on the north side... and then we'll head up on the other side of the valley and meet you.. that way we have them either direction. Javier, Josiah, Y/n come on. Let's go see."

We all get up and back up as quietly as we can and make our way to our horses.

Trelawny: You know, Arthur... the government or people whom the government like, seem to be very angry.

Arthur: "Sure, well... we'll rescue Sean and then we'll get ourselves lost, good and proper. It's a big country."

Trelawny: "I hope so..."

Arthur kicks off to a light gallop as we all follow behind him.

Trelawny: "You know my dear girl, I never took you for someone for this type of work."

Arthur: "You should see how she handles herself with 3 people up against her. It's a wild thing to to see." He chuckles.

Y/n: "You over dramatize. I think I could prove myself to be capable of this type of thing." I say as I roll my eyes.

Javier: "You should've seen her in that bar fight." Trelawny laughs.

Trelawny: "These 2 sure seem smitten with you. I've never even heard Arthur speak so highly of someone before."  My heart skips a beat from that statement.

Y/n: "I feel flattered. But let's keep our eyes out for Pinkertons." Arthur grumbles.

Trelawny: "Yes, south of the river West Elizabeth isn't a very welcoming place right now."

Arthur: "Down there, reckon those might be our boys. We come to a halt as we see a boat riding up river. "

Trelawny: "Alright, gentlemen. Follow me. We'll follow them, nice and easy. Let's make sure it's him first before you go starting another war." He says as he takes the lead.

Arthur: "You think they can see us?"

Trelawny: "If they can, we're just three fellers out on the trail. Act natural, we'll be fine."

I drowned myself into my own thoughts as they carried on with there conversation. The moon shining bright down on us giving us a clear view of the boat. Arthur must've noticed because I felt something brush up against my leg causing me to snap my head in it's direction. A worried look on Arthur's face.

Arthur: "You ok?" He says in a quiet gruff voice. I must've had a worried look on my face. I flashed him a smile.

Y/n: "I'm fine Arthur." I pick up a bit of speed to match Trelawny's with Arthur and Javier behind.

Once we see the boat has reached it's stop Arthur pulls out his binocular's and take a look at Sean being kicked off. Quite literally. I chuckled a bit at the action.

Javier: "So who are these bounty hunters?"

Arthur: "Don't know too much about Ike Skelding's boys, but I hear they're a big crew and wild. Built some reputation in the last year or two."

Javier: "That looks like Sean to me..."

Arthur: "Sure is."

Trelawny: Oh yes. They're taking him up the canyon.

Arthur: There's Charles, on the other side. Let's go.

Javier: What about the other two down there?

Y/n: "I think I got somethin?" I kick off into a small gallop, the other's behind.

Javier: We should do this quietly if we can.

Y/n: "Of course, darlin." We reach the bottom of the cliff opposite side of the bounty hunter's.

Y/n: "I'll create a distraction then you know the rest obviously." I unclip my belt containing my gun and knife, unbutton my shirt a bit more and move my boobs more upward to show more cleavage, giving my h/l, h/c hair a small rustle. I slide off my bandolier and hand it to Trelawny along with my belt. Gaining the stares of Javier and Arthur.

Y/n: "Hold this." I kick off on my horse into a quick trot across the river and slide off my horse and run up to the bounty hunter's frantically.

Y/n: "Gentleman, can you please help me?!"

Bounty Hunter: "What's the problem, young lady?" An evil conniving look on there faces as they come closer.

Y/n: "My daughter. She has seemed to fallen ill and her breathing is very frail." I attempt to brim up some tears.

Bounty Hunter: "Well, calm down Miss. Why don't 1 of us come with you to help?" They both laugh to eachother. I notice Arthur and Javier getting ready, that's when I wipe my eye's and look them in there eye's and say in a flat tone.

Y/n: "No, that won't be necessary." That's when I see a knife pierce through there chest and blood squirt out of the wound and onto my shirt.

'White wasn't a good color for this.'

Arthur had a crazed look in his eye walking up to me and grabbing my arm.

Arthur: "You okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah, let's keep going."

Trelawny: "You'll need this my dear girl. Wonderful acting." He compliments handing me my belt and bandolier. I waste no time in putting it back into it's original spot.

Y/n: "Thanks Trelawny. See ya around." Trelawny bids us a farewell and takes off on his horse. I pick up 1 of the Carbine repeaters off the dead bounty hunters and start making my way up the canyon. I take cover behind a rock that's on a slope going uphill. Javier next to me and Arthur taking cover on a rock behind us.

Javier: "We got two halfway up the canyon to deal with. We're gonna have to shoot our way up there."

Y/n: "Okay." I nod my head and look at the Bounty hunter's ahead and back at Javier. I stand up and put the Carbine on my back and pull out the revolver. Aiming it towards the chest of the men. I tighten my grip on the handle and waste no time pulling the trigger. Gun smoke and powder from that 1 bullet fills my nostrils. I glance at the gun and back at the man I shot to see how he clutched his chest and fell to the ground. Javier and Arthur start shooting after I took my shot. I take cover and throw some shots at more of the bounty hunter's with ease. I holster my revolver once Arthur takes the last shot killing the last bounty hunter blocking our path upwards.

Javier: "Vamos!" He runs upward to our next point of cover. I right behind him. I pull out the carbine and holster the revolver and start taking shots to the men on the higher altitudes. Some getting headshots and other's just to the chest.

'I'm so glad the recoil isn't too bad on these.' A smirk appears on my face as I kill them left and right. Once we cleared the area we begin to move further up.

Javier: "I see Charles up there." He points out as I see Charles and the Bounty Hunter begin to come and swing at Charles with a machete.

Y/n: "I must've missed 1." I chuckle out, wasting no time in taking aim and squeezing the trigger. The bullet zips out of the gun and flies straight into the man's head.

Y/n: "No shit. I wasn't really aiming. I was hoping for the best." I laugh out. Javier and Arthur exchange worried glances before looking at me.

Y/n: "Don't give me that look." Javier starts to make his way up the pass but is stopped by rider's. My breath hitched from this. Arthur comes up right next to me and begins to shoot them down left and right.

Arthur: "Come on, let's go." He pants out pulling me with him as we climb up the steep hill. Even I was having trouble keeping a steady breath.

Once we make it to the top of the steep slope were greeted by 2 more men.

Y/n: "Are you fucking serious?" I pull out the handgun and squeeze the trigger a few time to the man closest to me. The bullets landing in his chest, Arthur pulls me behind him as I catch my breath and he finishes the last man off.

Arthur: "You good?" He asks worriedly.

Y/n: "Yeah, I'm just so out of shape for this. Let's go." I pant out and lightly jog following the path around to a main dirt road regrouping with Charles.

Charles: "Their camp's up this way, come on."

Javier: "I'll take the left side, Charles. You go right, okay? Let's take these hijos de putas!" I reload the carbine as we come up on the camp. Charles and Javier taking cover.

Arthur: "Goddamn army of these bastards. How much is Sean's bounty?"

Charles: "Maybe we should turn him in ourselves."

Y/n: "Shoot the red canisters! It's full of something that's gonna explode!"

Javier: "What?"

Y?N: Watch!" I take aim at a red canister sitting on a crate where 2 men were hiding behind. I take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger. As if time slowed I could see the bullet sip right out and hit the explosive substance creating a small volatile reaction killing the men and destroying the crate they were behind. I take cover with Arthur.

Javier: "Ohh, I see you amor." He starts aiming and shooting every red canister he see's. Arthur shooting at the men at the higher vantage points and Charles and I killing the men that the explosive substance misses. We push up with ease and clear the camp of men. I take a few more looks around ensuring the area is clear before making my way to Sean. I swing the carbine on my back as Arthur and I approach Sean. Arthur unsheathes his knife and begins to cut Sean down.

Sean: "Arthur. You know... you're a lot less ugly from that other angle, Arthur." He hits the ground, I take the knife from Arthur and beging to cut the bindings from around his ankles.

Sean: "And you. I have never laid eye on a woman such as immaculate such as yourself."

Y/n: "Don't get me all excited now." I chuckle. Sean laughs as well as he stands up wist some help of Javier.

Sean: "Do I get a hug, Arthur? A warm embrace for a lost brother, now found?"

Arthur: You know... nothing means more to me than this gang. The bond we share... it's the most real thing to me. I would kill for it, I would happily die for it... but in spite of all that... Arthur I would have easily left you here to rot... If Charles hadn't stopped me. He says with a small smile with his hand on his shoulder.

Sean: "I don't believe a word of that, Arthur."

Arthur: "Get him out of here." I take my place back beside Arthur a big smirk on my face. Suddenly I see red ooze out of Arthur's arm.

Sean: "You're a great man, Arthur Morgan... the kind a young whippersnapper can really admire." I chuckle

Arthur: "Oh shut up. Right, we should split up. Javier, will you escort Mr. Macguire back to camp. Charles, best you ride separately. Be careful, there's patrols everywhere."

Javier: "What about you 2?"

Arthur: "I'm gonna see what's worth taking here. We'll meet you back there as soon as I get done."

Sean: "Don't ruin her mood with that grumpy face you always have on." I roll my eyes as they mount up and take off.

I wave as I watch them ride off.

Arthur: "We're you shot at all?" I turn around and start to take off his coat. He grabs my hands.

Arthur: "What are you doin?" He says with a small chuckle. I take my hands back and gesture at his arm.

Y/n: "I wasn't but you sure have been?" I get back to taking off his coat. I go to unbutton his shirt but he puts his hands up in protest. That's when I notice some more blood on his chest.

Y/n: "Arthur!" I exclaim. He unbuttons his shirt and his exposes his chest. The outline of his abs definatley could make anyone drool. I'm sure I was staring before I brought myself back out of it. I rip off a bit of excess shirt and grab a health cure. Arthur sits on a crate as I begin to tend to his wound. I try to be gentle because I know it can sting.

'He doesn't even flinch.'

I feel his eyes on me as I tend to him.

Arthur: "This ain't necessary."

Y/n: "Then why are you letting me?" I flash a smile at him. I throw the cloth behind me and step away from him, popping the lid back on the health cure and set it next to him. I make my way over to my horse. Arthur a bit behind me as he buttons his shirt back up and throws his jacket on.

Arthur: "Thank you." He says nonchalantly.

Y/n: "Oh no, the pleasures all mine cowboy." I say with a wink before mounting up. I see the blood in his face turn bright red before climbing up and tilting his hat downward to cover his face. He take the lead and I follow behind him.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

[maskyartist]

yknow what? sure im gonna talk about this AU a lil more cause its my account i do what i want :D

i refuse to explain how the fuck time travel works so all u need to know is the reason these three SPECIFICALLY got pulled forward in time is because of Raz. always because of Raz.

the machine requires a specific time, place, and something of sentimental value to work, as it's also powered by psychic energy n such n blah blah blah emotions. so Raz (post-psychonauts 2 story of course) ends up offering an old sun earring his dad had let him borrow, with the promise that it'd be returned back in tact once the test was done.

they ended up letting Raz pick the location since they just needed a place and no one could decide, and since Raz offered up the item he may as well play with the literal time bending device :D its Sasha and Otto they're not the most sane scientists yknow?

Raz punches in the time and date of a picture in his family photo album of the trio, in hopes of learning a bit more about his family as all 10 year olds are to do-

and low and behold, they appear! three whole Aquato's from the past now in the future! :D before the Deluge hit! about a year i'd say

the machine ends up breaking after the Aquato's appear, the amount of power was too much and it basically overloaded. so while Otto and Sasha try and figure out how to get them back home, the trio is welcome to stay in the Motherlobe and at least TRY to enjoy their time in the 21st century.

the only people who know about the time travel part are Raz, the rest of the Aquato's (not cause Raz told em i'll get to that in a sec), and everyone else important is just a slow trickle down or dawning realization. Ford figures it out FIRST without being told because with his own mind back to normal, he remembers actually meeting the twins once. stuff like that.

now the reason the present Aquato family knows there's something fucky goin on with time is that to make room for baby Augustus, adult Augustus just kinda got yeeted out of time for a bit. just a lil while. he'll be back once it's all over just yknow universe cant handle two of the same people in one place or something might explode, so it aint gonna take chances! u get one boy not both boys

...anyways yeah its just a lot of hijinks, antics, learning about the Aquato family, and a lil drama for my own amusement :D

also Augustus gets to start bein a boy earlier so he gets a haircut

Hi can I have the boy’s please just a small bit I’m dying over here

this is the best deal i can cut'cha